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Thinking about how being selected by General Kregg to be one of his mates gets you referred to by the other women as ‘one of the lucky ones’ and you think it’s ridiculous right up until you finally show up for what you perceive as ‘just an act of duty’ as your role as Viltrumite…

There you stand, nude and uneasy by what’s happening. You expect it to be painful, but you’re ready. It’s no battle you can’t handle, but then some odd happens.

The general tells you he’ll ‘prepare you properly’ and that you should try and ‘keep your composure,’ both in a tone that sounded mocking.

For a moment you were angry, but that quickly turned to confusion as you witness him kneel before you and a sudden jolt is sent throughout your body. Your straight back arches, you take an involuntary breath, then another.

His tongue strokes are long and gradual, like a wave that turns rock to sand. Your legs want to instinctively close, but he holds your inner-thighs open with rough palms as you're enveloped by a feeling that can only be described as pure bliss.

Soon enough, you adjust, and you part your legs even more as you quickly give in, possessed by desire you didn’t know you had.

You cuss, you gasp, it’s overwhelming - like nothing you’ve ever felt and you just can’t contain yourself. You grind against his face, chasing down the intensity like a starving beast chases prey.

He lets you do this, looking up at you calmly as you reached your peak and drown him in it. You want more, but your vision turns to static, and you have to stop.

He pulls his face away from your heat and pulls your trembling form down to sit in his lap, and you let him move you without so much as a second thought and you realises this as it happens.

A clarity sets over you, and you ask him, with no complaint, what the purpose of that was…

‘It makes you eager’ he explained, ‘the more eager you are to receive the easier it is for me to give,’

You aren’t finished here yet…

Pushing you onto your back you feel him enter with barely any resistance. Like the strokes of his tongue, the strokes of his dick were slow. You can feel yourself pulsing around him; your thighs hungry and desperate.

You’re embarrassed, but only for only a moment as you feel your mind beginning to draw a blank once again as the intense feeling begins to rise. You feel it - teetering on the edge much longer than what felt like it should, and it is maddening.

Kregg watches you writhe and eventually orgasm despite his prolonged teasing, but he didn’t stop. At first, the continuous fucking amidst the high felt amazing, but quickly it became too much…

You beg him for some respite. Beg. And he concedes, leaving you panting, though he doesn’t pullout. He remains firmly in place in wait for your approved continuance, smug, proud of himself.

He brings his forehead to rest against yours, and you close your eyes as a display of submission. As the moments passed, he realised you were drifting.

His body weight resting on top of you combined with the euphoria of having finished twice already subdued you. Even the gentle pressure in you abdomen from where his patient dick rested soothes your restless soul.

A quick roll of his hips awakens you, you whine, but not out of protest, but out of need.

He hears it, and he continues, his eyes falling over every inch of your perfectly sculpted form. He tells you that you’re strong for being able to take all of him, how so many others have faltered where you succeeded, that you’re just so perfect.

A breathless, “Thank you, General…” is all you’re able to muster, but he tells you not to thank him just yet.

His eyes close for just a moment, gripping your flanks hard as he anchored himself and then you feel it - something deep within you twitching and immediately you understand.

Your head rolls against the floor as your insides are warmed, able to feel every pulse of cum he shot into you, still he doesn’t pullout… not right away.

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Lucan is caught in a slow dance on a first date, the mere strength of a single human encapsulating him as they both sway to the tune of a record. He doesn’t break away, he can’t, and he doesn’t want to. He stammers for words and finds none.

Anissa is embraced by a person she has come to find tolerable and she goes completely stiff. She doesn’t hug back but she doesn’t fight or flee either. She freezes and after sometime, sleepily lets her head come to rest on their shoulder ‘Am I a fool?’ she asks herself quietly.

Y'know how human babies have extremely strong grip strength?

What if Viltrumite babies didn't.

Like they come to Earth, breed with humans, and y'know, the babies are human until the powers kick in...