Chapter 10: Fun with the Females [R-18](II)
The two chosen females, their faces pale, exchanged a quick, terrified glance. The feathered one, named Lyra, swallowed hard, then slowly, hesitantly, began to turn, gesturing deeper into the canyon. The nomadic one, called Kael, her movements more stiff, also turned, her large hands clenching at her sides. They led him in silence, their footsteps echoing softly in the canyon, away from the weeping children and the other defeated females.
They moved past rudimentary shelters carved into the rock, past small, smoldering fires, until they reached a deeper, narrower crack in the canyon wall, leading to a small, secluded cave. It was bare, save for a few woven mats on the floor. The air was cool and still, carrying the faint scent of dry earth and their fear.
Lyra turned first, her eyes still flicking nervously from Kakarot's face to his blood-splattered armor. Kael stood a step behind her, her breathing heavy.
"Undress," Kakarot commanded, his voice low and guttural.
Lyra's delicate hands, still adorned with small, almost invisible blue feathers, trembled as she reached for the simple tunic that covered her. It was made of a light, woven fabric, barely more than a few strips of cloth. With a slow, hesitant motion, she pulled it up and over her head, revealing her upper body. Her breasts, as Kakarot had observed, were perfect for his taste – high and full, with dark, prominent nipples that were already tightening in the cool air, or perhaps from sheer terror. Her abdomen was flat, leading to the soft curve of her hips. A slight sheen of sweat had already broken out on her skin, despite the cool air.
Kael, less graceful but no less compelling, followed suit. Her coarse, sand-colored garment was thicker, made for protection against the plains. She pulled it over her head with a more decisive, if still reluctant, motion. Her body was more robust, her muscles clearly defined from a life of hard labor, yet softened by curves that spoke of fertility. Her breasts were even fuller than Lyra's, dark nipples almost purple against her rougher, slightly darker skin. Her stomach was firm, her navel a small, deep hollow, and her hips flared powerfully, a striking contrast to Lyra's more delicate frame.
Kakarot's eyes devoured them, a glint of predatory satisfaction in their depths. "On the mats. Kneel."
They obeyed, their movements stiff, like puppets on strings. They knelt on the woven mats, their faces averted, their bodies exposed to his gaze. Lyra's hands were clasped tightly in front of her, Kael's were pressed to her thighs. Kakarot walked around them, his power level thrumming, making the air crackle. His eyes lingered on their naked forms, the fear palpable in the way their muscles twitched.
He stopped behind Lyra, his hand reaching out, fingers tracing the line of her spine, sending a shiver through her. He moved to her side, then slowly, deliberately, knelt between them. His gaze was intense, burning into their very souls.
"Turn to me," he commanded, his voice a low rumble.
Lyra, unable to meet his eyes, still turned her head, offering him a profile of her exquisite features, her long, feathered ear-fringes brushing her jaw. Kael, more defiant even in her terror, shifted her body slightly, her heavy-lidded eyes finally meeting his for a fleeting moment before dropping again.
Kakarot reached out, his gauntleted hand surprisingly gentle as he cupped one of Lyra's full, round breasts. Her nipple hardened instantly under the pressure, a small, involuntary gasp escaping her lips. It was firm, weighty in his palm, the skin soft and warm. He squeezed gently, then released, moving to Kael, whose breasts were even more ample. He took one in his hand, feeling the coarse texture of her skin, the weight of her flesh. He brought his face closer, his nostrils flaring, inhaling the scent of their fear and their fresh, alien warmth.
He leaned in, his lips brushing Lyra's ear. "You will pleasure me," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly growl that sent shivers down her spine. Then he moved, grabbing her by the back of the neck, forcing her head down. His other hand went to her skirt, ripping the last piece of cloth from her, exposing the dark, inviting triangle between her thighs. He did the same to Kael, tearing away her sturdy loincloth, revealing her own dense, wiry patch of hair, thick and dark.
Kakarot then shifted, positioning himself in front of Lyra. His own armor, still partially intact, felt constricting. With a powerful flex, the chest plate and shoulder pads exploded outwards, leaving his muscular torso bare. The heavy gauntlets, too, flew off, revealing his powerful, blood-stained hands. He unzipped his pants, the coarse fabric tearing as he pushed them down, his massive, engorged cock springing free, thick and hard, throbbing with anticipation. It seemed impossibly large, a dark, veined pillar of flesh, intimidating in its sheer size.
Lyra's eyes, wide with horror, fixated on it, a terrified whimper escaping her lips. Kael, too, saw it, and her breath hitched in her throat.
Kakarot gripped Lyra's chin, forcing her head back up. His fingers then slid down her chest, cupping both her breasts. He leaned down, his mouth closing over one of Lyra's nipples, suckling hard, pulling the delicate flesh into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Lyra gasped, her back arching, a jolt of something primal, terrifying, yet undeniable, shooting through her. He continued to suckle, his other hand moving to her other breast, kneading it roughly. His teeth scraped lightly against her nipple, a sharp, exquisite sensation that made her groan, a rising, helpless sound.
He pulled back from Lyra's breast, leaving it glistening with his saliva, then turned his attention to Kael. He seized her breasts, one in each hand, squeezing them firmly, making them plump and spill over his fingers. He brought his mouth down on one of her nipples, not as delicately as with Lyra, but with a raw, demanding suction. Kael cried out, a deeper, more guttural sound than Lyra's, her head thrashing against the mats. He tugged, pulled, and licked, teasing her, his hot breath washing over her bared chest. The taste of her, earthy and wild, mingled with the metallic tang of blood still on his lips.
"Lift your hips," Kakarot commanded, his voice hoarse, his cock throbbing, slick with his own pre-ejaculate.
Lyra, still dazed from his assault on her breasts, hesitantly lifted her hips, exposing her glistening, untouched pussy. Kael, with a grunt of fearful determination, followed suit.
Kakarot gripped Lyra's slender waist, turning her slightly, spreading her legs wider. He positioned himself, his monstrous cock hovering over her. Her pussy, a tight, pink slit, was slick with both fear-induced moisture and the natural lubrication of a terrified, aroused body. He pushed, slowly at first, the tip of his cock pressing against her opening. Lyra cried out, a sharp, piercing sound, her body tensing violently.
"Relax," Kakarot growled, not a suggestion but a command, his grip on her hips unyielding.
He pushed harder, a groan escaping his own lips as her tight flesh began to yield. Lyra screamed as he broke through her maidenhead, a tear of pain and violation, her body convulsing. He paused, letting her adjust, feeling the deep, intense stretch of her. Then, with a powerful thrust, he plunged fully inside her.
Lyra's scream became a choked sob, her body pinned, her hips lifting uncontrollably with the force of his penetration. She was filled, completely distended, by his enormous cock. It was a brutal, agonizing fullness, a violation that encompassed her entire being. Kakarot began to move, slowly at first, then picking up speed, pumping into her, feeling the exquisite friction of her tight, resistant walls. Each thrust was deep, powerful, driving her body into the mats, causing her to whimper and moan with a mixture of pain and a terrifying, unwanted pleasure.
Her back arched, her feathered limbs twitching, her hands gripping the mats, tearing at the woven strands. Sweat beaded on her brow, mingled with tears. Kakarot pressed his body closer to hers, his hard chest rubbing against her soft back, his hand still cupping her breast, squeezing and tugging. The air in the cave grew thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and fear.
He continued to pound into Lyra, her cries becoming more desperate, higher pitched. His breath came in ragged gasps, his blood-red eyes focused, primal. He was nearly spent, the sensations overwhelming him. With a final, deep thrust, he groaned, his body tensing, and a hot, powerful gush of his seed erupted deep inside Lyra, filling her completely. She screamed as she felt the warm, sticky invasion, her body spasming around him, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
He pulled out with a wet shluck, Lyra's body slumping forward, panting, spent, a trail of his cum dripping from between her thighs. She lay there, shattered, violated.
Without a moment's hesitation, Kakarot turned to Kael. His cock, still hard and dripping with Lyra's fluids and his own cum, was quickly positioned over her. Kael's eyes were wide with a desperate, understanding terror. She watched him, helpless, as he pushed into her.
Kael was tighter, her muscles more resistant, perhaps from fear, perhaps from the hardy nature of her species. She let out a guttural cry, more a roar of pain and outrage than a scream, as he began to force his way in. Her hands balled into fists, digging into the mats, her powerful thighs trembling. He gritted his teeth, determined, pushing through her resistance, feeling the tearing as he broke her.
He plunged further, her raw, untouched pussy stretching agonizingly around his thick cock. Kael's body lifted off the mats, a primal shriek tearing from her throat, her head thrown back. His penetration was absolute, filling her to bursting. He held her there for a moment, letting her adjust to the immense stretch, feeling the warmth and wetness of her.
Then, he began to move, fast and hard, his hips slamming into hers. Kael cried out with each thrust, a raw, animal sound, her body responding with involuntary spasms. She was rougher, more feral in her response, gripping him with an almost desperate strength. Kakarot reveled in it, the sheer, unadulterated power of his penetration. He gripped her hips, pulling her closer, forcing her even deeper onto his cock, hearing the wet slapping sounds of their bodies meeting in the confines of the cave.
He leaned down, his mouth latching onto one of Kael's breasts, sucking hard, tasting the salt of her sweat, the raw, musky scent of her skin. He bit down gently, teasing her, making her moan, a new, strange sound escaping her lips. Her muscles clenched around him, drawing him deeper.
Kakarot felt his climax building again, a terrifying, relentless wave. He roared, his hips driving into Kael with all his might, pumping into her, emptying his burning load deep inside her womb. Kael screamed, a long, drawn-out cry, her body convulsing wildly, her pussy clenching and milking him dry as his hot, thick cum poured into her.
He pulled out, his cock slick and dripping, leaving Kael panting, gasping, her body trembling, her eyes staring blankly at the cave ceiling. Both females lay shattered, their bodies glistening with sweat and Kakarot's seed, their pussies gaping, utterly defiled.
Kakarot stood over them, his chest heaving, his monstrous cock slowly softening, still dripping. His eyes scanned their broken forms, a flicker of satisfaction in their depths. He zipped up his pants, completely ignoring their pain.
"Get dressed," he commanded, his voice now calm, cold. "And remember your place. And your purpose." He turned, leaving them whimpering on the mats, and walked out of the cave, back into the open canyon, the cries of the children and the terrified murmurs of the remaining females a soft symphony to his ears.
The planet, he thought, was truly his now.