The Collector; The Curiosity (Part2) [LONG][fM][sci-fi][dino][oral][anal][preg]

Strings of clear fluid hung from her pussy, which had already more or less righted herself, down to the floor, dangling between her trembling knees. As she studied his impressive member, hardly diminished in size or appearance at all, looking it up and down, she knelt in front of him, gazing up at this wonderful thing, smelling it deeply, her own scent mixed with his, and marvelling at the tiny plated scales up close. Then she first considered the empty space beneath his massive prick.

“Pardon me for asking, but where are your testicles?”

“Such an inquisitive creature,” Toris beamed, “As you’ve probably noticed by now, I’m cold-blooded. You may know that testicles are outside the body because they need to be cooler than the rest of the body, but that isn’t a problem with my body,” he smiled, “because I keep mine inside, my orchids are better protected, and they can grow much larger,” now certainly bragging.

Abigail could put two and two together; suddenly she was overwhelmed by the urge to put her mouth on his forked tip. Gripping him mid-shaft, she couldn’t get both hands around him, but she guided him towards her mouth as her heart began to flutter. She was more nervous now than she was when she took off her nightgown, or when she first mounted Toris. Yet, she was more excited now, as well. She forced a smile, kissed his forked tip, and looked up at him. She had never felt like such a naughty girl, and she couldn’t help but giggle as she delicately circled his tips with her tongue, darting in between them as if she had the tongue of a snake. It seemed to connect with Toris on some level, because he heaved and grunted loudly, like a loud, erotic roar that only a dinosaur could produce.

Abigail was carrying Toris to a place of carnal pleasure that he hadn’t experienced since he had been with one of his own kind; she so completely gave herself to the act of pleasuring him that she was able to tap in to some kind of primal instinct that lay sleeping within her, an instinct the two of them shared. She began to let his enormous, tapered length slither down the back of her throat, wishing she was capable of taking his entire length, her mind now completely empty except for the overwhelming urge to take as much of Toris as she could.

Toris growled affectionately, sensing Abigail’s readiness and her eagerness to let him have his way with her; then he knew it was finally time. He gently caressed her face with his long, smooth claw to get her attention, though it was indeed hard for him to stop her from pleasuring him. It was time to show her why he brought her here, why he had chosen her specifically, out of all the females on the planet across the generations he had studied, to know his most fantastic secrets and satisfy his most primal desires.

“My species developed a second type of orgasm,” he said, “with no reproductive purpose at all, after we continuously lived in space with contraceptives for so long. I can empty myself into you purely for pleasure, replenishing myself rather quickly, or I can insert myself much more slowly, with much more control, keeping as much of my supply as possible if it’s a matter of survival.

“Well, I definitely enjoyed the first kind,” Abigail said with a smirk, “I’ve never seen so much!”

“Actually, that was only what you would call ‘pre-cum;’ I only release my sperm during my other type of orgasm—which I would be most happy to demonstrate for you.”

Toris waddled a short way down the hall, passing row upon row of uteruses and ovaries on display, a multitude of beautiful shades of pink, rose, fascia, puce, and cream; his scaly red horn, still shiny with traces of Abigail, still reaching upward, swaying from side to side. Abigail followed, fluid still running down the inside of her leg, leaving wet spots on the floor as she stepped, but after a few paces, the wetness seemed to fade away from the floor, as if by magic. Her warm, wet folds slid back and forth against each other as her hips rocked, with each step, embracing her sultry, seductive, boundless womanhood.

Abigail never felt so human, so female, so alive.

Toris picked up a vial of bright orange liquid, and showed it to Abigail.

“After all the time my species has spent in space,” he began, “especially after developing a second orgasm as a release, males of my species normally need some chemical assistance in order to achieve this more ancient orgasm, but you, my darling, are all the assistance I will need.” He grinned. Abigail chuckled; she often needed some chemical assistance of her own to put up with the asinine behaviour of the boys that she had sex with. Toris put the vial back, turning to face Abigail, his monstrous, throbbing prick pointing directly at her as it glistened in the coloured light from the cubes.

Everything seemed to grow quiet, as Abigail lost track of everything around her except for that fantastic, scaled appendage, and the large, muscular creature that was pointing it at her. She didn’t care that he wasn’t human, she didn’t care if anyone knew where she was, of if she would ever return. She didn’t even consider whether this creature would make her pregnant; she wanted to be his to do with as he pleased, and whatever would come would come. She drew close, letting the soft, warm hood of her clit graze his tip, wrapping her wet pink folds over his spiny, pink tips.

They were both still slick from their previous coupling, letting Toris glide effortlessly into Abigail’s vestibule as he flexed his enormous horn-shaped member. She gasped at the familiar sensation as he probed her opening, slithering deeper and deeper as he stretched her wide open.

Abigail groaned as she welcomed him, savouring his inhuman, ever-increasing girth as he stretched her vagina taut across his fine, slippery scales, rubbing across her G-spot as it continued to widen, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She bucked her hips as he supported her from the chest, claws wrapped almost all the way around her ribcage, slamming her pussy further and further down, determined to take his whole length, or push her womanhood to the limit.

This time, as the end of Toris’s penis pressed against the back of her vagina, the twin tips remained stiff and side-by-side, aligned with the rest of his overwhelming length. He shoved his dick in and out a few inches at a time, working her pussy wider, relaxing her legs and aiding him in the search of the prize. He poked Abigail’s warm round cervix gently, repeatedly, until he felt the telltale sensation that he had reached the point of entry to her inner sanctum. He grinned with satisfaction, shifting his claws so one set was steadying her hips, while the other gently wrapped around her throat, taking full control of her body.

Abigail’s head was spinning, her body full of the intoxicating pheromones that turned her into sopping wet, slobbering, slutty mess for Toris to plunder. They relaxed her muscles, slowed signals to her brain, and dulled the pain while heightening tactile sensations. In fact, many of the substances in Toris’s precum resembled potent cannabinoids. She felt like she could just melt away on his big ol’ dick.

When Toris felt he was on-target, he thrust upward, breaching Abigail’s cervix and plunging into her uterus almost all the way to the end in one swift motion, growling with satisfaction as he did. Abigail yelped but hardly put up any resistance, the intense sensations dulled by her pheromone-induced state. Most women would find this rather painful, but thanks to Toris’s powerful pheromones, Abigail felt only the pleasure of being penetrated so completely. Her feet started to lift off the ground as Toris lifted her triumphantly by her impaled womanhood, her vagina now stretching ever-wider at both ends. Her head stretched to ever greater heights of carnal pleasure. She yelped, squealed and moaned, her legs twitched in the air as the tingles of orgasms ripped across her body, revelling in her utter helplessness and total satisfaction.

Now Abigail would experience his second, deeper, ancient orgasm, the one that he hardly shares with others, let alone aliens. Feeling her cervix locked around his prick as she orgasmed, Toris let his twin tips relax inside her uterus, letting them branch out in a T shape, resting delicately against the soft warm lining of her womb. Unseen by Abigail, her spasming cervix provided the grip to secure this delicate operation that was now unfolding inside her. As Toris’s tips rubbed against her warm silky lining, it gave him such delightful stimulation that his tips started to grow and curl around inside her. They tickled Abigail as they spiralled around her womb, but the sensation was largely overwhelmed by the enormous prick wedged in her vagina and holding her cervix open.

The two tendrils wriggled about inside her uterus until they found their way up her fallopian tubes, twisting deeper and deeper into her reproductive tract than a human man could ever hope to. Abigail had no nerves to sense any of this deep penetration, other than an incredible sense of fullness in every sensing part of her womanhood. Toris continued to lift her up with his immensely strong prick, his clear, cold precum now pumping directly into Abigail’s once tiny, pristine uterus, filling it like a balloon while his two tendrils zero in on their targets.

Toris growled as he steadily approached climax, partly focussing hard, partly in a trance; instinct was largely in control of his reptilian brain as nature did most of the work, and Toris took Abigail completely. His tendrils simultaneously reached the end of her fallopian tubes, gently touching at her precious ovaries. The sensation put Toris in a sort of beast-like state, and he roared deeply and orgasmically as the tips of his tendrils started to leak green fluid. With one final thrust, Toris lunged his tendrils deep inside Abigail, and aided with the enzymes in the green fluid, they punched inside her smooth round ovaries.

Dark green fluid pulsed along Toris’s ancient reptilian tendrils into Abigail’s nubile human ovaries, their round pink surfaces became more and more streaked with green veins as still more fluid pumped in. Abigail could feel the swelling, as her heartbeat pounded madly between her hips, her womb was a great cosmic drum sounding her rhythm to the heavens. Enzymes in Toris’s dark green cum gently soaked through the layers of her ovaries, softening the membranes of her eggs, letting other enzymes in to transform her eggs’ DNA.

Toris’s sperm looked exactly like human sperm, and Abigail’s body treated them no differently—apart from their express journey straight to her eggs. That, and there were many, many times the amount a man could produce. Protected by their dark green fluids, Toris’s sperm filled Abigail’s ovaries like little fishbowls of green cum, plundering every single one of her eggs. Each and every one was being surrounded and overwhelmed, one by one popped by reptilian sperm as they relentlessly advance, scrambling their genetic material together.

Toris began to slowly retract his tendrils and his member softened. The spines gently scraping away the outer layer of her lining to expose her fresh cells. The sperm that coated the inside of her womb and filled her fallopian tubes were also up to something, turning her lining purple as they attached themselves to her walls. As he withdrew, her cervix clamped shut with a sticky little pop, sealing Toris’s fluids inside. Her guts tingled, as if his fluids were frothing inside her, reacting somehow. Her heart pounded between her hips throbbing in her swollen red labia as the last inches of his scaled prick slithered out, a string of green goop still hanging between his forked tip, and her hole. Abigail’s pussylips, flushed pink and red, softly recoil, returning to their delicate inward appearance. Hardly any fluid drained from her opening as it was all trapped inside her—billions of Toris’s relentless reptilian sperm swimming every which way, sealing off her cervix to other invaders and altering her body to suit their purposes. Abigail could definitely sense the pressure inside her; a completely new sensation that her body understood without needing to have felt it before.

Abigail rested a hand on Toris’s majestic, scaled penis as it finally began to retreat, still shiny and slick with the creamy foam from her uterus and vagina, mixed with his emerald green. She hungrily swiped some on her fingers and tasted it. It was sweet and tangy, which she recognized as her own juices, but there was also a sourness that tasted almost like grapefruit, and nothing like the salty, bitter description that her more adventurous friends had tried to impress her with.

Toris’s sensibility returned as he descended from the heights of arousal.

“Normally I make a copy of the female’s biology before I have any intimate relations, just in case, as well to capture their biology in its most natural form before I begin experimentation. You, Abigail, are different…I simply couldn’t resist the temptation to impregnate you myself, instead of using a human male. Your genetics and your curiosity are simply too good a match for me! I would like to make a copy of yours anyway, for sentimental reasons…”

“Copy?”

Toris lead Abigail to the far end of the room, past thousands of cubes, to a strange-looking machine with a bed-shaped platform in the centre. Nervous, but still trusting Toris, Abigail gathered that she should get onto the platform, putting her hands on the edge as Toris lifted her up by the waist. Like all the surfaces on this ship, she still expected it to be cold to the touch, but it wasn’t. As her back laid down against the table, lights blinked around her, the machine began to hum as Toris adjusted the controls.

“I will need to take a second sample, to make a copy from before the process happening inside you right now began,” he said, “but don’t worry; I promise it won’t hurt at all.” He cut a small lock of her golden blonde hair, and set it in a cube-shaped opening on the side of the machine; it would provide a sample of her un-altered DNA.

A tingling sensation, like pins and needles when a limb falls asleep, began to creep all over the outside of her body, giving her goosebumps. The feeling became stronger as the sensation seemed to deepen in her skin, the outer surface fading into numbness as the tingling deepened, rushing toward her bones. She could sense the tingling in her gut as the beam swept through her whole body, the feeling getting stronger and stronger, concentrating lower and lower down into the space between her hips. The humming grew louder and louder until the vibrations seemed to penetrate her skin, buzzing in her tummy. As she moved from side to side, her womb stayed in place inside her, as if she was moving around it while it remained still, as if the machine had some kind of grip on it.

“Ah, there we are,” said Toris. The machine chimed as the scanner reached a target lock. Abigail closed her eyes and embraced the strange vibrations that seemed to make her whole body buzz with an electric hum, while her womb and ovaries were held in the ghostly grip of the machine. Toris pressed a green button, and there was a bright flash; Abigail twitched at the sudden feeling that her womb was being jerked upward by some invisible force, making her gasp. Toris smiled as he watched her soft, nubile body twitch. Able to move again, Abigail clutched at her tummy; everything felt normal. She caught her breath as Toris removed a brand-new cube from the side of the machine, offering it to her trembling, outstretched arms.

Abigail marvelled at the exact copy of her very own uterus, ovaries, and everything that comes with them in the cube resting in her hands. She remembered her experience holding the other woman; seeing her own womanhood in her completeness made a tear roll down her cheek as she tried to reconcile how she felt holding the other woman with what she was holding now. So beautifully simple to look at, but so deeply complicated to fully understand. Her emotions, her thoughts, her desires and fears were all her own, yet in her hands she held what she thought was completely inseparable from her.

“She’s ready for the breeding room,” said Toris with a smile.

Abigail followed Toris, as he was already leaving the room, tightly clutching her cube in her hands as if she were safeguarding her own life. She followed him past several doorways until he reached one that was marked with a Martian shield and spear (♂). As the door opened with a hiss, Abigail’s eyes burst wide open. She was greeted by a sight that would make any girl wet: the room seemed to extend as far as the eye could see, the walls lined floor-to-ceiling with dicks.

Abigail didn’t need to ask what they were, but she did wonder if any of them used to belong to someone she knew. Considering how much the boys talked about their size, she found it a little funny that they all looked about the same size. She started to imagine all the sizes and shapes of men that they might have belonged to, before they came to their final resting place arranged in such neat little pairs on the shelf; muscular men, small men, old men and boys they once were, now only a pair of white teardrop-shaped lumps in a little clear cube were left to say, “there once was a man.” She never thought she’d see so many balls in her life!

“Males on Earth are in a dire situation. The amount of hormones alone that your species has polluted your planet with threaten the very existence of the Y-Chromosome itself. A man’s testes simply can’t counteract all the estrogen, pollution and pharmaceuticals in the drinking water, as my research has confirmed.” Toris gestured to the extensive series of cubes, each one sporting only a pair of round white lumps encircled by blood vessels. “Ironically, human greed has brought on the demise of their males, and whether they intentionally mistreated their females or not if left to their own devices the men will be completely unable to reproduce, and eventually they will no longer exist.”

Hanging in front of each pair of testicles was a transparent gelatinous shaft; each one was clearly a unique and anatomically correct penis, but had no skin colour at all, offering an unobstructed view of the hardware inside.

“The computer system will be able to select the ideal match,” said Toris, gesturing to the endless rows of dicks, “but, of course, you may let your instincts choose instead, if you prefer.”

Abigail slowly walked as she studied the cubes, her heart pounding in her chest, as she found herself reaching to grasp a shaft that was particularly girthy. The transparent skin slid over the shaft just like any penis she remembered, except she could tell this one belonged to a man—not a boy—a man old enough that she she knew her parents would be furious if they found out.

Toris could tell from the string of clear fluid lowering itself to the floor from between Abigail’s legs that she had made her choice. Her eyes were locked on the two round lumps, and all the cables and hardware connecting them to the shaft. He silently pointed to a red button next to it, wanting Abigail to press it, and witness the magic for herself.

Moments after Abigail pressed the button, the shaft stiffened and grew upright, expanding even further, making her eyes go wide. The testicles drew closer together, packing in the tightly-bundled hardware as the seminal vesicles began to inflate like balloons, making ready their potent payload. The shaft stood proudly upright, pulsing gently as if the machine had given it a heartbeat. The smooth, transparent glans was large, round, and looking fearsome and ready to penetrate.

Abigail knew what to do from here. Clutching her carbon-copy in her trembling hands, she raised her cube so the opening rested on the top of the glans, the replica of her young vagina hanging above, lined up and ready. She looked back at Toris, who nodded his approval. She allowed the weight of the cube to sink herself on to the shaft, marvelling at the incredible expansion as her replica vagina swallowed the towering shaft, the large, round outline of that well-endowed glans clearly visible through the walls of her vagina as it plunged all the way to her cervix.

“He’s ready,” said Toris as he studied the readouts on the monitor, reaching for a flashing button on the console.

“So is she,” said Abigail, feeling her heart pounding in her chest. Her gut instincts were somehow in tune with the replica, and she could sense the hunger building up inside her womb. She laid a hand on the cube, as if to feel the energy radiating from it, but subconsciously pushing her replica down against the stiff man-cock, watching the bulb expand against her cervix.

Toris pressed the button, and that long, thick, transparent penis began to throb as the ghostly forces of the machine created a pumping action; Abigail stared at the larger-than-average sized seminal vesicles as they wiggled gently, squeezing a generous load of thick, white creamy sperm through the loops of clear tubes, and up the middle of the throbbing shaft.

Abigail watched intently, eyes wide and shining bright as the hilt of her replica womb expanded to accept the deposit. The pressure of the artificial orgasm was designed to force the load through the cervix, directly into the uterus, as neither party was capable of feeling the discomfort, but It made Abigail wonder what it must feel like.

Abigail put a hand on her belly; she could feel that something was going on in there. Toris’s experienced eye could already see her body was beginning to change.

“Does this mean I belong to you now?” she asked, more than a little worried about what would happen to her. Toris’s thick warm musk continued to soak in her tingling nostrils and make her head spin, quieting her doubts, fears and inhibitions, letting her curious and slutty self keep showing through shamelessly.

“In a sense,” he mused, “all of your eggs belong to me. From now on, if you mate with a human male, his sperm will be utterly useless, because your eggs are already fertilized by me. The human female is a masterpiece of evolution; your body adapts to whatever biology you find yourself surrounded by. Your reproductive system is making herself suitable for mine, because it increases your chances of survival if you can bear my young.”

“But I thought you were trying to help males survive? If you do this to every woman, what can the boys do to make babies?”

“I prefer to think of my collection in the interest of preserving and continuing life itself; of making sure a certain way of life doesn’t go out of the universe forever” (male-ness)

“Shall we look and see if the seed took hold?”

Abigail jokingly wondered to which one he was referring.

“Come with me to the observation room.”

“How many rooms are on this spaceship??”

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