Breeding the Enemy Pt. 02

Content warning: mpreg, breeding kink, noncon (but he enjoys it), man given a pussy, foursome, rough sex

Getting Vrax's new broodslut cleaned up and transferred from the breeding facility to his command ship only took a few hours-- most of which the captain spent either in meetings or on even more tedious paper work.

The medical arm of Kalaxian high command was exceedingly tight-gripped when it came to management of the converted troop progenitor units it had only recently developed. Vrax couldn't entirely blame them, though-- the newly minted human breeding units were exceedingly valuable.

Only one branch of a vast, galaxy encompassing empire, the Kalaxians had never expected to wind up here in this small solar system fighting these aliens that called themselves human. An unexpected wormhole had dropped them into the Sol system, out of contact with their war masters, and so the army had done what it did best--

Started a war.

The humans were surprisingly resilient for how young their race was in comparison to the Kalaxians, but they wouldn't have stood a chance had they maintained their usual supply lines. Unfortunately, all support had been left behind on the other end of the temporary wormhole, which meant no reinforcements would be coming.

In a war of attrition the Kalaxians would be doomed to failure despite their technological edge, so their remaining top medical scientists had put their minds together and re-learned lessons long forgotten from their new enemies.

They learned how to breed.

The Kalaxians themselves had long since augmented themselves beyond the need for such base things, relying on generational cradles capable of producing young in their place, but here, incapable of recreating that technology from scratch any time soon, they returned to tradition, once again embracing the biological imperative they had transcended a thousand years before.

There had been some debate on converting a certain subsection of their forces into breeding units, but eventually it was discovered that humans would do just as well with a little medical intervention. Ironically, their males proved the best at bearing healthy Kalaxian young and the first breeding facility was established.

"Congratulations again on your elevation, Captain," the facility commander, Hyrix, said as they finalized the transfer in his office.

The commander was several years older than Vrax, but that was to be expected considering the captain had only recently earned himself a place in the first caste. "Thank you. How long until your drones move it to my ship? We're on a tight schedule."

Hyrix stood and Vrax moved to do so as well. "I've just sent word. It should be done by the time we reach bay," the commander said and started walking at an unhurried, but purposeful pace.

Vrax fell into step with the older Kalaxian and took a breath to hold back the urge to bare his teeth at this glorious victory. He was a captain-- first caste. High command had recognized his worth and not only elevated him from second caste but deemed him worthy of establishing a bloodline by granting him a personal breeding unit.

Any soldier that performed well in battle could earn a pass to one of the new breeding facilities and experience the pleasure of siring the next generation of soldier-- only those exceptional few that went above and beyond would be allowed to take a valuable breeding unit (colloquially known as a broodslut among the men) from the facility and whelp the bitch at his leisure, and however often he desired.

The very thought left Vrax struggling to keep his cock sheathed, blood hot with anticipation.

They reached the ship bay and Hyrix hesitated a moment at the gate, checking his comm pad briefly to confirm the transfer was complete.

"It is done," the commander said, but before Vrax could leave, he said, "Captain-- I mean this with no disrespect, but-- be careful."

"Careful," Vrax repeated with a scoff. "You think because the little breeder got one over on a third caste drone he will be a threat to me?"

Hyrix pressed one hand to the center of his chest and bowed his head in a show of deference. "Of course not. I only mean-- these converted humans... I have noticed they have an unanticipated allure that can distract even the most steadfast soldiers. Use them to extend your worthy blood and strengthen our forces... but do not allow the pleasures of their fruitful bodies distract you from the mission."

The older, smaller, Kalaxian seemed genuine, so Vrax decided not to take his warning as an insult. "Is the situation here that dire?" he asked, one brow arched as he considered Hyrix closely.

"The regular soldiers sent here to partake aren't a problem," the commander said with a tired sigh. "One session of pleasure followed by a return to duty isn't anything to distract a soldier from his duty-- but the guards stationed here... I'm thinking of making a request to high command for them to be regularly cycled out on a shorter than standard duty rotation. They become... addicted."

Surprised, Vrax asked, "You let them breed while stationed here?"

"Of course not," Hyrix immediately answered. "But they have access to the humans while they're pregnant. We used to turn a blind eye to the occasional fraternization since it doesn't do the developing whelps any harm, but..."

"But these fools forget their new toys used to be soldiers too and wind up with their skulls bashed in before they can even put their dicks away."

"Something like that," Hyrix concurred with a thin, humorless smile.

"I'll bear your warning in mind," Vrax said. "Send me your proposition when it's ready and I'll add my name to it before you submit it to high command."

"Thank you, Captain."

~~~

Vrax caught up to his prize and the third caste drones assigned to transport the human aboard his ship on their way to the med-bay to certify the clear bill of health that had been issued to their captive by the breeding facility.

The breeder was laid out on a hovering stretcher, tightly bound, gagged, and blindfolded to prevent him overpowering the drones. He was small compared to Vrax, but there was no denying his strong, wiry build, every muscle tense with righteous fury. The fact he had just given birth hadn't dampened his spirit in the slightest and the vision he made laying there, totally helpless but ready to erupt into violence the very second he was given an opening stirred Vrax powerfully so he had to fight to keep himself sheathed.

Soon. Soon he would finally get a taste of his hard-won prize and begin seeding his legacy in the warm embrace of the breeder's fertile body.

On arriving in the med-bay, the medical officer in charge saluted Vrax sharply and welcomed him while directing the drones to move the newly acquired breeder onto one of the examination tables.

"Would you like to stay and observe?" the doctor offered, but Vrax shook his head. He was needed at the bridge, no matter how badly he wished he could pass off launch duties to his second in command in favor of indulging himself with his prize. While it hardly went against regulations, he refused to let his men see him as someone easily swayed from duty by breeding lust.

Still, he took a moment to linger over his prize and even allowed himself to run one hand over the human's chest and down his belly to idly tease the human's half-hard cock. It was small compared to his, but respectable by the standard of his species, from what Vrax understood. What really interested him, though, was the freshly installed cunt between his thighs. The captain slid his fingers down over the supple swell of the thick outer lips, but bound as the breeder was, he couldn't reach the opening to the cavern within. The way the breeder twitched and squirmed against his bonds at even that light touch pleased Vrax while he watched the human's cock grow harder.

"Get rid of this before you send him back to me," Vrax told the doctor as he shifted his hand to pull lazily at the human's straining cock. "He won't be needing it."

The doctor took out a tablet and made a note. "Yes, sir. Would you like it cleanly removed or converted into something more discreet?"

"Converted how?" Vrax asked, one brow arched as he turned back to the doctor.

"Well, this unit is a male the breeding facility installed with an upgraded bio-synthetic reproductive system. Basically, they left the original 'male' reproductive organs mostly intact and simply added a secondary 'female' set for breeding purposes," the medical officer explained. "Standard procedure. It's less invasive and gets them into the breeding chambers faster than a full conversion. Human males and females have fairly similar systems when it comes to the external organs, though. The penis could be converted into an enlarged clitoris, should you desire it." He leaned in a little and in a hushed tone for his captain's ears only, clarified, "He'll still experience pleasure during copulation that way. I can even dial up the sensitivity of the entire organ in the process, if you desire. I've never had the privilege of going to the breeding facility myself but everyone I've talked to says it feels best when the breeders also achieve orgasm. Only if that's something you wish for, of course, sir."

Unlike the doctor, Vrax had visited a breeding facility before and he knew just how true his words were. The exquisite way they would tighten around his shaft when they came undone under him, their helpless, bestial moans at the pleasure of being raped pregnant by a superior species overcame their resistances and compelled them into submission...

Vrax could feel the tip of his cock slipping out of its sheath, the head swelling at the thought and he quickly gave his assent to the doctor.

"Be thorough," Vrax cautioned the doctor sternly, gaze still transfixed on his breeder. "No shortcuts. I need him to remain in service for years to come. The future of our fighting forces depend on the quality and quantity of soldiers breeding units like him are able to produce."

"Of course, Captain."

~~~

Tristan awoke to an overwhelming sensation of deja vu as he found himself staring up at another unfamiliar ceiling and feeling like something about him had changed again.

He remembered... oh god, he remembered giving birth-- remembered pushing the squalling beast that had been raped into his unnatural womb by the enemy on the floor of the enemy's breeding facility.

He remembered the horror of how quickly his grotesque pregnancy had progressed-- just three days from insemination to birth-- and the terror that had settled in as he realized where the enemy's unexpected reinforcements were coming from. Thousands of his fellow soldiers all missing in action, secretly converted into breeding units to produce an infinite number of alien soldiers to overwhelm Earth's defenses and conquer it once and for all...

He remembered the mind-shattering pleasure that came with getting fucked by his guard while pregnant-- and the gratification of bashing the brute's skull in with his bare hands. Then there had been the ecstasy of birth so powerful it had momentarily erased the fear and outrage of his failed escape, betrayed by his own body and the parasite that had been seeded in his womb. The powerful convulsion of his abdominal muscles as his body fought to expel the foreign body, the indescribable stretch of his cervix parting before its massive head as it slid out of his womb and into the slick channel beyond. God how his body had strained, hips stretching, pelvic floor bulging as the enormous creature tried to force its way out of his too-small hole; a hole that had spread impossibly wide and then, finally, the wet, slippery gush of birth followed by orgasm inducing relief when the child finally passed from him and into the world.

Tristan's enemies had watched him through it all-- some medically indifferent, others aroused and titillated by his struggling, gravid body. Especially the one who had been last to arrive. Larger than the others and clearly an authority of some kind, he'd gone so far as to grab Tristan's face and kiss him at the end of it, and there'd been nothing the soldier could do but accept it.

Now he was in another strange room, different from the last; there was no medical equipment here, only a simple bed and what looked like an attached bathroom. The walls were largely featureless, cut through with lines of light that illuminated the room in a soft, bluish glow.

The bed he'd been laid out on was surprisingly comfortable and once again Tristan found himself completely naked. This time, though, his fear was overridden by a powerful arousal that had swelled up within him as he recalled his own repeated violation at the hands of Earth's invaders.

"F-fuck," he mumbled aloud, sucking in a deep breath and clutching at the blankets as he felt himself treading the line of orgasm, fighting back the urge to come undone then and there.

Still, that sense of strangeness was enough to dull the urge somewhat and gave Tristan the presence of mind to look down at himself and realize another change had been forced on his insensate body by the monsters that had captured them.

His cock was gone-- replaced by a large, throbbing clitoris.

"What the fuck?!" he shouted furiously as he rolled out of bed and, for the second time in a week, rushed to the bathroom mirror to examine himself and confirm that the conversion of his reproductive organs was now complete. The only hint that he'd ever had a proper cock at all lay in the unnatural size of his new, arousal swollen clit-- no doubt constructed from the remains of what had been there before.

Tristan touched the glossy, unfamiliar organ and moaned loudly at the spark of gratification that lanced through him at the lightest brush. "Bastards," he groaned, furious but aroused as he stumbled out of the bathroom and back towards the bed. "I'll kill you-- I s-swear to god," he mumbled, borderline delirious with a need for release.

Desperate, Tristan mounted the corner of the mattress and began to mindlessly hump it like a shameless dog. The stimulation was incredible and in moments he was panting, eyes rolled back as his mouth hung open, wordless moans of pleasure rolling up from deep within him as he furiously humped the furniture until, finally, he came with a loud, bestial cry he didn't even try to muffle.

As the echoes of his orgasm ebbed, Tristan sagged forward onto the mattress, ass hanging off the edge, cunt dripping, overcome with an ache that left him longing to be filled by something-- anything.

Shameless. He was a shameless whore so desperate to be fucked he was starting to fantasize about his captors raping another baby into him...

Without thinking, Tristan started to grind against the edge of the bed again. His mind insisted he needed to kill the Kalaxians-- kill them and escape with the valuable intel he had gathered-- but his body longed to stay. It wanted to be dominated, fucked, and bred over and over again until his womb was bloated with new life and their wretched alien spawn spilled freely out of his artificial cunt.

The soldier's pussy gushed at the thought and he moaned into the blanket, humping the mattress harder than ever when the door to the room hissed open.

Tristan didn't even notice the alien presence in the room until two large hands grasped him by the hips and he jumped, twisting to see the alien that had kissed him looming over the bed, even bigger than he remembered.

Fear lanced through him and Tristan jerked away, rolled over onto his back to kick the Kalaxian away but failed as the larger male caught his leg and pushed it aside before bearing down on him.

His captor was naked, Tristan realized with a start that was accompanied by a powerful heat that sparked fiercely to life below his navel. Naked, muscular, and clearly aroused as his huge, ridged cock slid free of its sheath and landed with a wet slap against the skin of the human's belly. The weight of it was surprising, as was the heat it radiated-- the sensation of it resting heavily against his stomach in an obvious advertisement of what was about to happen dulled the soldier's survival instincts and replaced them with a powerful longing.

"Get... off!" he tried to growl, but the alien was too big, too strong to shake now that he was on top of Tristan. No matter how he struggled the alien countered his every move until he had the soldier by the throat, pinned firmly to the mattress while he lined himself up, then plunged his throbbing cock into Tristan's slick, defenseless pussy.

The stretch of the alien's dick pushing into the furthest depths of him was so intense it left Tristan winded and unable to scream, especially with the alien's hand around his throat. Shock twined with arousal and drowned out Tristan's instinct to resist his captor as the alien began to rape him with hard, methodical thrusts that drove the swollen head of his cock deeper and deeper into the human's quaking body.

It was bigger than any other he'd ever taken and pushed Tristan's body to its absolute limits, hollowing him out with every thrust, rearranging his guts to suit the alien's needs, battering the tight pucker of his cervix until the human was a gasping, moaning mess-- cunt so wet with arousal at the brutalization it made a sloppy 'schlup' sound every time the alien dragged his hips back.

The alien groaned something Tristan couldn't understand and for the first time the human realized his translator had been deactivated.

~~~

"Submit to me," Vrax groaned as he fucked his new breeder, already dangerously close to coming. "You are mine! You will-- unngh-- you will bear my sons and watch your planet burn at the hands of the children your whore body spawns from of my seed!"

Vrax stared down at the bitch and reveled in his beauty-- the beauty of a defeated enemy submitting to his conquest. A proud soldier turned into breeding stock for his gratification and the promotion of his bloodline...

"Take it, slut! Take it!" the captain snarled as a powerful orgasm shook him, sending him rigid while he ground his hips into the human so the load of seed gushed into the deepest part of his fertile body, ensuring his impregnation. "Yes!" he roared, dizzy at the release, elation surging on pleasure's heels as he planted the first of what would be many sons in his broodslut's womb.

The human gasped and moaned, eyes rolling back as he arched his back and went from fighting Vrax to clinging to him as his own orgasm overtook him, turning the man into a wailing, desperate bitch that rolled his hips up to meet his captor's thrusts to force him deeper yet while his cunt spasmed tightly around the alien's length.

"Yes, that's it! Get pregnant! You-- unf! Your womb will be the origin of my legacy! A thousand proud soldiers of the empire to carry my name into the future!" Vrax declared and groaned deep in his chest as he lost himself to the pleasure of establishing his bloodline.

Vrax took more time with the human than he intended. He'd only meant to come in and knock the bitch up before bed after his shift on the bridge ended but hours passed and he found himself lingering in the breeding room he'd had added adjacent to his personal chambers. Fertilizing his breeder once wasn't enough-- he needed to be sure it took, so he pumped load after load into the human's soft, grasping pussy until seed gushed out of the bitch's hole with every thrust.

The longer they went the more pliant the human became, too-- like he had gone into heat, all thought of resistance gone-- for now. The way the breeder would moan and arch his back, presenting his dripping hole for the captain was absolutely intoxicating. The soft warmth of his skin, the silky heat of his pussy, the way he sucked on Vrax's tongue when they kissed... the captain couldn't get enough.

Eventually, even his impressive reserves were tapped and Vrax finally forced himself off the bed after one final, lingering kiss to his breeder's lips.

"Mmm, my sweet Chirallik," he moaned softly into the human's mouth. He knew the man certainly had a name of his own, but Vrax wouldn't use it. That name would only serve as a reminder of who the human used to be-- this new one would establish who he was now. It was an old word in a language from the Kalaxian home-world that meant 'one who pleases his master', and after the powerful release he'd felt copulating with the human he could think of no better title for the breeder.

Chirallik was barely conscious after the intensity of their lovemaking and, saturated with his master's seed, he had never looked better in Vrax's eyes. The captain nuzzled his face into the crook of the human's neck and pressed another kiss over the rapid fluttering of his pulse then reached down to stroke the flat plane of the breeder's belly.

It wouldn't be that way for long. He'd already gotten confirmation from the ship's med-system half an hour ago that the human was pregnant with the first of their sons.

~~~

Tristan's belly had already begun to swell by the time he woke in the morning.

"Goddammit," he groaned as reality set in. The weight of the child growing inside of him was noticeable-- unsurprising, maybe, considering how big the alien that had planted the little parasite inside of him was.

God, they'd gone for hours the night before-- Tristan still felt weak, though surprisingly he wasn't sore at all. His captor had been rough as he dominated Tristan's body and the memory was enough to set the human's blood afire all over again and before he even realized it he was touching himself, shame burning in his chest as he masturbated to the memory of getting raped pregnant for the second time.

When he came, Tristan's entire body went tight and he felt a gush of lingering seed spill out of his pussy with the strength of it, which only turned him on more.

He was so fucking pathetic. Not only had he failed to escape but he'd landed right back where he started-- or possibly worse. Tristan knew he'd been transported some distance on the gurney the day before so for all he knew he was on an entirely different ship now.

Well, wherever he was, he'd spent the night flat on his back with his legs spread, or on his face getting mounted and bred like a bitch in heat. The worst part was it'd felt incredible. The possessive way the alien had mounted him, filled him, controlled him...

Tristan had to escape soon or he doubted his own ability to keep resisting the siren call of total submission to the enemy.

He wouldn't make the same mistake twice, though. This time he'd wait until after he gave birth.

~~~

The next few days were busy for Vrax-- busy enough he was forced to resist the temptation to go and visit Chirallik lest he get distracted and lose too much time. He watched him on his private security feed sometimes, though. The broodslut's belly was growing rapidly under the weight of Vrax's son and in the process of observing the captain came to understand those guards on the breeding station that went out of their way to fuck the already pregnant breeders under their care despite there being no chance of seeding the breeders themselves.

There was something unspeakably erotic about the fact that his son was growing right there in the human's belly-- and against the human's will. Vrax had achieved the ultimate victory over his enemy the day he'd raped his child into him and the thought got the Kalaxian half-hard every time it crossed his mind. Chirallik had been a warrior once, but now he was growing soft and round with Vrax's offspring and oh the way he moaned when he was getting bred despite his desire to kill his master... it was intoxicating. He'd corrupted the human's purpose and turned him into a thing of pleasure and procreation that would hasten the destruction of his own people.

After three days Vrax received a notification while on duty that Chirallik had gone into labor. The doctor had been alerted automatically and arrived with a team to transport the captain's broodslut back to med-bay for the delivery.

"Keep me updated," he told the medical officer when he contacted him then went back to trying to focus on his work.

It wasn't easy, but soon enough he received the good news that the first of many sons had been born strong and healthy. Whether the baby would survive the following rapid-growth phase and grueling training in the creche to make it to adulthood was another question entirely, of course, but that hardly mattered now. Vrax had made the first step in establishing his bloodline-- that's what was important, and he felt a swell of pride as his second in command and the other officers congratulated him.

The moment of peace didn't last long, though. An hour later he received a frantic message that Chirallik had escaped.

Irritated, Vrax clicked is tongue and demanded, "How?"

"He took my assistants by surprise while I was out of the room. It seems he palmed a scalpel at some point in the birthing process and cut himself free of his restraint-- we wanted to keep him overnight for observation." There was a moment of quiet then before the doctor continued, "He stabbed one assistant-- he's stable now but the other... well, your breeder snapped his neck before running."

Once again, Vrax couldn't help but be impressed by his Chirallik. He'd picked him for that same fire and he'd just proved why he would make an excellent broodslut to bear his offspring. Unfortunately, it seemed the medical personnel of his ship had been totally unprepared for it.

Beside him, his second in command couldn't suppress a sound of amusement. "You picked a fine one indeed, sir. What shall we do? He won't get far now that we're in deep space."

Vrax considered for a moment, glancing over his men, then tapped his intercom to make a ship-wide announcement.

"All hands be advised-- this is your captain speaking. It seems my newly acquired breeder got the best of our medical staff and has escaped their supervision after giving birth to my son. Whoever finds him first and takes him into custody may spend the next three hours until the end of my shift with him as they please as long as he is unharmed, at which point he had better be back in my chambers. Any resulting pregnancy will be allowed to be carried to term."

His second in command looked at him in surprise as Vrax flicked the intercom button off again. "Are you certain, sir?"

Vrax shrugged and leaned back comfortably in his chair. "What's one whelp? I own the bitch now, and I intend to use him to the fullest-- I'll populate whole brigades with my bloodline. Occasionally giving up one opportunity to an enterprising soldier will keep the men motivated."

"As you say, sir." Then, after a moment, "Might I be excused for a few minutes, sir?"

"Get back to work, Commander."

~~~

Escaping from the med-bay had been even easier than escaping the guard last time. The aliens there clearly weren't combat trained so overpowering them, even after having just given birth to another alien whelp, was easy.

Dodging alien soldiers and trying to figure out where the escape pods were proved much harder.

Honestly, after spending the last three days in a continuous state of arousal with only his own fingers to give himself any release, followed by going into labor, Tristan hadn't really been thinking clearly when he'd fomented his escape plan. Sure, he'd gotten out easy enough, but a few minutes of sneaking around made it obvious he was no longer on a space station, but an actual ship-- probably one of the big dreadnoughts.

Voices in the hall made Tristan duck hastily into a room side room, though he immediately regretted it.

Two Kalaxian soldiers looked up from various positions around what seemed to be some kind of officer's break room, so surprised none of them moved immediately. Before Tristan could flee, however, a third stepped into the man's periphery and slid a hand over the pad by the door, locking it.

"Shit," Tristan swore and moved to swing at the alien, only for another to spring up from his seat and catch him from behind. All around him the aliens were talking excitedly among themselves and stripping hastily out of their clothes.

It didn't take a genius to guess their intentions.

"You mother-fuckers," Tristan swore and thrashed, but the alien in front of him laughed while the others closed in, already teasing their cocks out of their sheaths, eager to begin.

They were all similar shades of green, unlike his more purple captor, but the one in front of Tristan was the darkest. He tapped the band at his wrist and, in translated English, said, "Lucky little breeder, your master, the captain, has entrusted you to whoever finds you for the next few hours. Pretty little thing like you... you can take all of us, can't you?"

"Fuck off!"

The alien laughed again and turned off the translator as he said something to the others while he began to run his hands over Tristan's bare body. The soldier hadn't had time to find something to wear and his increasingly sensitive nipples were fully erect with the chill. He could feel a cock pressed into his ass from the alien holding him by the arms from behind while the dark one in front pressed himself against the man's belly. Tristan swore again, softer this time, humiliation weighing him down as he felt his cunt grow wet with anticipation.

As one last show of defiance before his pride withered away entirely, Tristan tried to throw himself backwards and kick the alien in front of him with both feet, but failed when the larger male grabbed him by both thighs and forced his legs apart by pressing forward with his waist. His cock slid right into Tristan's exposed cunt and they both moaned at the penetration while the one behind him began to drive the head of his dick against the man's ass.

Kalaxian cocks were almost as self lubricating as Tristan's whore pussy was so it wasn't long before the alien managed to bully the tight ring of flesh open and slide right in alongside his compatriot.

Neither of them were quite as large as his 'master', but both at once was more than Tristan had ever taken before and he cried out, torn between ecstasy and agony as they began to thrust, quick and hard, up into him. He could feel them both gliding exquisitely against one another inside of him, separated only by a few layers of organ that stretched and slid along their impressive girths. It was so much the former soldier went limp in their arms, all resistance bleeding out of him as his remaining strength went entirely to hanging on for dear life.

Unwilling to be left out, the third alien elbowed his way in and forced the alien at Tristan's back to share so he was supported by one from each side, then began to slowly forced his cock up into the human's ass alongside his friend's.

The stretch was intense and left Tristan howling as, between them, the trio of aliens hollowed him out, straining his holes with their ridged shafts. "You're going to break me! Oh god! Oh god, please!" he cried out, head thrown back as he came hard around all three of them with a scream of ecstasy, orgasm shaking him right down to his bones while his eyes rolled back in his head.

All three aliens groaned when he tightened around them and came, one after the other, flooding his guts with their foreign seed. Tristan could feel it surge into him-- thick and intoxicating when it pooled heavily in his stomach and womb like hot lead.

Once was far from enough for his trio of captors and, still exhausted from having just given birth, Tristan put up little resistance. They raped his helpless body over and over again, trading positions, each leaving multiple loads of their seed in his pussy as each swore up and down he would birth their son next while Tristan simply moaned and shook his way through another mind-numbing orgasm.

The darkest of the three was both the first to try his mouth while his companions fought over Tristan's other holes and the human told himself the only reason he didn't bite the monster's dick because it wouldn't make a difference anyways-- wouldn't stop the other two currently ramming both their cocks simultaneously into his gaping, drooling pussy as they fought to impregnate him with another of their spawn. If he didn't, he'd have to admit that he liked it-- liked how it felt when his throat bulged and stretched around his captor's enormous cock when the monster face-fucked him. Liked the roughness of their hands and the brutal way they took their pleasure from his body, stuffing him so full of their seed his abdomen began to visibly bloat and slosh with the sheer quantity of it.

Tristan had noticed before that the Kalaxians seemed to produce a lot of seed every time they came, but this was his first time receiving so many loads in such a short period of time and it wasn't long before he was filled with the stuff from one end to the other, body teeming with Kalaxian seed.

The human sputtered feebly when another alien came down his throat but he swallowed obediently, hips jerking wantonly as one of them played with his newly installed clit while rough-fucking his ass. They'd loosened him up so much he could take two of them easily and some depraved, broken part of him wondered if they'd try to fit all three of them in before they were done.

Tristan retched as almost a foot and a half of alien dick was dragged free from the overworked sheath of his throat, excess seed spilling out of his mouth in the same way it gushed out of his cunt and ass when the other two pulled out as well. He lay stretched across a table, shaking and breathless for a long moment as the trio stood over him, and only then did he realized they hadn't yet come again, but all were hard and on the verge of doing just that. While he lay there, each soldier came one last time, shooting their load across his face and body like a final salvo to their furious orgy.

~~~

Proof of his repeated and thorough violation made itself known in the inevitable swelling of his belly when Tristan woke the next morning.

This time, though, his master was not content to leave him in peace while the child in him developed over the next three days. He visited every day, sometimes multiple times, savagely fucking Tristan's increasingly pregnant body and filling the human's every hole with his seed as if to purge him from the stain of his subordinates' touch--

And reminding Tristan just who he belonged to now.