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“You taste so good,” he growled, the rumble in his chest coiling tension in her core.

Fear electrified every nerve, every thrust, every sensation heightened with the mystery of what was to come. God, she didn’t want to die, but riding the line of horror and arousal was doing something to her, rewiring her brain, the sick excitement of danger coursing through her.

Fangs scratched across her breasts and she waited for a bite that didn’t come. The anticipation sent electricity through her and her body clenched around them, galaxies swirling in her vision as her body tried to consume them. Her cries echoed to the treetops, her eyesight graying for a moment as she was devoured by pleasure.

“Oh, such a good girl, coming for us while we use you,” Vrix said from behind her, not stopping his brutal pace, even as aftershocks of release made her pussy convulse.

“She loves to be used,” Thase growled, slamming into her with reckless abandon.

Her body was slack, a doll to be played with as they continued to fuck her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

“S-Should we give her our eggs?” Vrix muttered, his voice strained and his thrusting growing erratic.

The words were fuzzy, muffled by something like he was in another room and not pounding into her from behind. Her head lolled, gazing at the canopy above, her ecstatic tears blurring the leaves and trees until they were a swirling mass of green and black.

“There is no point,” Thase grunted. “She cannot host our clutches.”

Giselle was floating outside of herself, within herself, all around herself. She tried to speak, but no words came out.

“But it will feel good. I want to fill her. I want her to be ours.”

A short pause.

“Then she will be.”

They were moving as one, gliding through the air like clouds until her back was against solid ground. She was empty, but not for long, her cunt filled once more by two writhing tentacles, merging into one massive appendage, swirling and swirling into her until it couldn’t any longer.

Her lips were moving, hums and whimpers forming in place of the words she tried to say.

“You sound so pretty, sweet human. You take us so well, and now we will give you our clutches.”

The tentacles pulsed and her eyelids fluttered, her legs dangling in the cool water as the aliens stood before her. Liquid spurted into her, and then something bulbous, passing through her entrance and into the empty cavity of her womb.

She cried out, her body wanting to reject the foreign sensation as another egg squeezed into her. Her body was numb, her mind was numb, a wave of heat flowing over as egg after egg passed through her canal. It was overwhelming, but she was safe, she was cared for, she would survive.

“Not too many. I do not wish to harm her.”

Giselle let out a low moan, matching the moans of the aliens hovering over her. The fullness of the tentacles and the clutch stimulated her clit from the inside and she felt her body tensing, ready for release once more.

“Look how beautiful she is, her belly full with our brood.”

“So beautiful. Our perfect little pet.”

Everything was blurry, tears still streaming down her face as her orgasm washed over her, this one like a gentle wave, cresting and falling until she closed her eyes, overtaken by bliss.

CHAPTER 7

“WAKE UP, LITTLE HUMAN. It is time to eat.”

Giselle was floating in a dream, her body as light as a feather, flying above the clouds as she looked down upon Earth. She was nude, her arms spread wide as cool air breezed over her, tickling her bare skin.

“Come back to us, sweet one.”

The words flitted past her ears like a butterfly and she turned, trying to catch them, though they slipped through her fingers.

There was a touch at her face, brushing across her cheek and neck, and she forced her eyes open.

“Where are we?” she asked, the sensation of bliss still inhabiting her, her mind foggy.