[Earlier that day...]
"No!" A'luhr heard the young male human, Steven, yell as she was fenestrated by the loathsome thrall that had gotten the jump on her. She grimaced in pain from the whiplash on her leg, but she kept her wits about her.
She fell through the air and nimbly spun around to control her descent before hitting the ground and deftly rolling forward to absorb the impact. She cried out in pain as she sliced herself on some of the shards of glass from the broken window that littered the paved courtyard. A few of the blades jutted painfully out of her forearms and shoulder, which she removed with a grunt. Luckily, it seemed that it was only minor tissue damage. A quick bodily check revealed that she was still in decent fighting condition.
Looking back up at the ridiculously unsafe structure she had just been thrown out of, A'luhr could see the rest of the humans still engaging with the Krinis and that annoying female thrall. She couldn't fathom why someone might willingly embrace the Krinis and do their bidding like that. Were humans so weak-willed and hedonistic to give up their freedom just for a hit of dopamine?
No, she knew that not all of the primitive species were like this. The proof was just above her, where Sarah Cassidy and the rest of her companions were still bravely fighting against the disgusting creatures. It was clearly a losing battle, however. A'luhr staggered to her feet and started to sprint back towards the building, with a slight limp in the leg that she had been thrown by. She was wildly looking around for a quick way to get back and assist her struggling human comrades when suddenly her antennae detected a shift in the air currents around her.
A'luhr powerfully stomped her forward, injured leg into the ground, transferring all of her momentum into a single point and moaning in agony from the exertion. Her calf bulged as she pushed backwards into the air with her heel, barely dodging a thick column of tentacles that brushed the tips of her antennae as it blurred past her face. She skidded to a stop, but didn't stay immobile for long.
Her eyes widened as she sensed another assailant approaching from behind. She backflipped into the air, using her momentum to spin in place and watched, upside down, as a tentacle whizzed just past her nose. She landed on one foot and pivoted around to see four Krinis drones - "Takers", as Sarah Cassidy called them - starting to surround her.
Judging by the screams and smashing of glass from above, some of the humans had already been captured by the flying drones. She had been too late.
"Luc'alor!" A'luhr swore aloud. Her broodmother would have covered her mouth in shock had she heard such language, but A'luhr didn't care about such things now. She was born and bred to be a hardened soldier, and these tentacles were in her way.
She drew her daggers from her leggings and began to slowly circle in place, all of her senses focused on the movements of her attackers. No, her PREY. She could get out of this with her last impulse detonator, but then she would be unable to do much in more dire straits. A'luhr scanned the Takers with sharp eyes. They all simply had a single host. Two were males and two were females.
The males groaned and squirmed inside of the tentacle constructs. Their limbs were enveloped in the writhing mass and their eyes were covered by simy tendrils, leaving their gaping mouths exposed so that a nectar-filled tentacle could easily thrust down their throats. One of them had what appeared to be a thick tangle of hair covering the bottom half of his face, and the orange fluid was flowing down it like a river over rocks.
Both of their sex organs were swallowed up by milking tentacles while their hanging testes were squeezed and vibrated by small feelers and their anuses were stuffed with even more writhing appendages.
The tentacle sleeves on their phalluses would sometimes slide up to just envelope the bulbous tips while vibrating tendrils would rapidly stroke their throbbing hard shafts that were covered in slippery reproductive fluids and nectar. This seemed to have the desired effect, as the males screamed in ecstasy while they eagerly excreted their whitish fluids into the suckling tentacle.
The females were similarly entwined in the drones, with tentacles greedily squashing and stretching their plump mammaries to squeeze milk out of their erect nipples, which were being flicked and stroked by vibrating feelers. Their eyes were also covered like their male companions, but their mouths were unmolested, allowing them to loudly howl and whimper in what A'luhr knew to be a sort of rallying cry.
Their pudendas were being played with by cilia-covered appendages that almost looked like hands. The "fingers" pried their labias open and dexterously tweaked their clits and filled their vaginal openings. They sloppily squelched in and out of the holes as nectar and vaginal fluid gushed from within. Other hand-shaped growths were busy grasping their glutes and spreading the appart while smaller tendrils spanked at the helpless, jiggling flesh. From the constant screams of pleasure pouring from their mouths, it was clear that the two captured females were rather enjoying the touch of their new masters.
The sounds were eerily similar to those of her own people that haunted her dreams and waking nightmares. Those whom she had failed just like she was about to again. No. She would not allow it.