The near human (Breeding, MF, Size difference)

The last thing I knew, I was entering a space ship on command of my master, the grand Tannan Algo Thorim, being led into a stasis chamber. But now I found myself alone, in the middle of a large expanse of different plants, my ship nowhere to be seen.

Where was I? Where were the other slaves? The overseer? I started walking around to find something that could talk. It was a wierd feeling being here, the ground was crunchy beneath my feet, and I frequently stepped on small uneven areas that caused pain in my feet. The plants, I think that is what they were, I had only ever heard of plants outside of the pots that the master had us maintain. Were in many different sizes, there was a lot of thin stems of around breast hight, and between them a few thin stems that fractured and had colorful bits at the end, and there were huge ones, about two dozen times my size, that occasionally towered over the rest.

I don’t know how long I walked, but my feet were sore at the end of it. And I found something that seemed to be a building.

I found an entrance with a bottom next to it, pressed the button, but the door would not open. I inspected the door further, but could not find any other buttons that might open the door. Then a wierd grid in the door went down and it opened to the inside. There was a creature there. A man, probably, but unlike any I had ever seen. He looked like the ideal of a slave soldier, which had been my favourite mates on Tanna segi:strong, imposing and tall. But this man was a lot taller than even the tallest of soldiers, he also had a tone of skin darker than I had ever seen, it could almost be called black. He was wearing colorful robes of fabrics that I did not recognise, the bottom half was blue, the top mostly black, but with an inlay witch I could not place as a house sigil.

“What the fuck.” The man said, looking down at me.
“I don’t know who you are girl, but I don’t want to get into no trouble for having a naked teenager at my place.”

“Are you a slave soldier?” I asked, hoping that this man could help me find get back home.

“Slave soldier? I don’t know where you think this is but there ain’t no slaves in Tennessee anymore.” This man was clearly not going to be any help. “Now I will go get you some clothes, where can I call for someone to get you back home?”

“My master is Algo Thorim, Grand Tannan of the Council.” I told him.

He opened the door further. “You can go sit over there while I get you some clothes.” he pointed to a couch.

Why was he getting clothes for me and sending me to the breeding spot at the same time? This man got more and more confusing by the minute. I chose to not go onto the couch, as he was not a representative of the master, he did not have the right to order me to breed. Though I did want his seed, even the thought of breeding with such a specimen was more enjoyable as 5 of the small mine slaves scrambling to get their seed in me.

The room was not as lavishly decorated as the places my master had set aside for the prime breeding stock, but it was far better than the mine slaves quarters, where I had been sent when I displeased the master.

The large man came back with a shirt in his hand. “I hope this somewhat warms you, I have nothing remotely your size.”

“A great slave mother does not need clothing.” I responded.

“Great slave mother?” The man looked at me in confusion. “I don’t know what kind of sick joke you are pulling here, but please stop.”

“Joking? No slave jokes with a man of unknown rank! That would be suicide.” I was getting increasingly more impatient with this exemplar of a man. “Have you contacted my master, grand Tannan of the council Algo Thorim, yet?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about, by setting foot on this land, you are free of that bondage, every slave who sets foot in the USA is set free immediately.”

“I am free?” I asked, not quite knowing what to do with this freedom.

“Yes, by the law of this country, you are not a slave as long as you are here.” My mind raced with possibly, but there were things that I wanted to do now, my urge to breed demanded it of me. I placed myself on the couch and spread my legs, inviting this specimen to breed me.

“The fuck are you doing?” he asked.

“You invited me to the spot of breeding, and now that I know that I can make the decision whether to accept, I choose to do so.” I explained to him.

“Spot of breeding?” He seemed confused. “Oh, the couch? You were a sex slave ordered onto couches to be fucked? Damn, that’s messed up. But sorry, I don’t fuck children.” This comment angered me to an extent that only the farm and mine slaves usually could.

“YOU HAVE THE GALL TO CALL ME , A MOTHER OF 40 LARGE AND FULLY SURVIVING LITTERS A KID, A WOMAN DESIGNATED AS PRIME BREEDING STOCK BY THE IMPERIAL DESIGNATOR HIMSELF, A WOMAN WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ONE OF THREE POPULATING A NEW COLONY UMONG THE STARS, A CHILD? YOU BIG DUMB WEAK EXCUSE FOR A MAN.”

“Chill girl.” He replied. “I didn’t know any of that.” it seemed like he finally really started believing what I was saying. “Besides, in this area, there are very few people your size who are not children, and while you don’t really have the built of a child, I thought you were one. I am sorry to have disrespected you.”
This gave me some pause, nobody had ever apologised to me, it simply wasn’t necessary, you either had so much power that you didn’t need to or you were forced by someone to do the things that you did, and when those involved me, it was probably to your enjoyment. It was a wierd feeling being seen by someone as worth an apology.

“Apology accepted.” I responded, not knowing what else to say.

“Now, you are not a sex slave anymore, you do not have to define yourself through sex.” He said.

“We great mothers have been bread through the generations to barely be able to stand not getting pregnant this cycle, it is an agonising process to go through, which is why I need to be bred.”

“I don’t think I can help you with that.” He replied. “I don’t think I can get you pregnant.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Basically, you are an alien, a different species, and just like I can’t cross my Goats with my pigs, we can’t cross our genes. We also can’t have similar cycles of life at all if you have given birth 40 times with several kids each and look as you do. Besides, I don’t want kids.” He said.

” I still want to try.” I replied,” Just to learn whether I want to go back, because if I can’t get pregnant here, then I prefer slavery.”

“That’s how bad your periods are? Wow, and I thought my ex had it hard.” He said.

Though Jack declined, I lived with him for the next few days, not knowing what else to do. My period hit on the second day, it was a pain that didn’t let me move at all, I lay in the bathtub the entire day and felt like shit while my body ejected blood into the thing. Jack was kind enough to bring me food and a small dose of painkillers he had laying around.

I really grew to like him, he was a farmer, but nothing like the farm slaves at home, he didn’t just do one thing all day on mass, he had many different animals, plants and others and did a lot of different things on a day to day. He let me ride a horse on my 6th day there and it was a really unique experience. Excluding my period, it had been the best time I have ever had in my life.

On the evening of the seventh day we were both sitting at dinner talking about the future.

“Do you know what timescale you have between your periods?” He asked.

“Usually 8 or 9 days.” I answered. “That’s in the days of my home world, but they are very similar in length. No more than 10 days of this planet. I still want you to try and breed me, even if it doesn’t work, then we at least know that.”

“I think I am down for that.” He said. “If the trend for your children holds and they grow up in basically 2 months if you feed them well that won’t be much of a hassle if we manage it, and then I at least feel comfortable approaching a doctor with you to treat that.”

That evening I went over to Jack’s bedroom and threw the way too large shirt off to the side. He also left his clothes on a chair next to the bed. Seeing him naked for the first time I knew that I had not misjudged his body. He was not only tall and handsome, but he was well muscled, with a chiseled body that would put any soldier slave to shame. Even the strongest Tannan commanders could not have competed with this specimen.

His penis was also huge, larger than my arm across , and similarly long. I lay down on the edge of the bed, allowing him to approach me from the side of the bed. It was the perfect angle for him to start breading me. But first this beast of a man kneeled in front of me and inspected my nether regions.

“This also just looks like small human.” He said and started liking parts of me. I had never before felt such pleasure in my life, the men I had been with previously only cared about leaving their load in me, but this was fundamentally different. This man was tender and cared.

I moaned loud and genuinely as he worked his tongue around my clit. In this moment I decided that irregardless of whether I was going to be pregnant, I would stay with him. This pleasure was worth that pain. My juices were already coming out at him as he was wrapping up, he did not seem to mind.

He got up and stroked his huge cock a couple of times. “You ready? ”

“Yes, Jack, Breed me already.” I screamed, wanting to experience this man in full.

He rubed his cock up and along the upper side of my pussy a few times and then he slowly entered. There was a pain there, but a good one, as he slowly trusted deeper and deeper into my inners. Filling me completely. When he was at that point, he sped up and rocked me back and forth with his cock alone. My moaning turned into ecstatic screaming as he plunged into me again and again.

At some point he moved his hands to my tits, slowly massaging my nipples. I had not expected him to get me into a higher stage of ecstasy, but this did. Then suddenly his hands were behind my back, carrying me up, and I was face to face with him. My lips found his, and as we kissed, I felt his dick pulsing and shooting its load inside of me.

…

As we lay on the bed, I whispered to him: “We should definitely repeat this.”

Ps: I am still kind of new to this, so any constructive criticism is welcome.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/lk2z8f/the_near_human_breeding_mf_size_difference