The Settlers Ch 02

[[This sci-fi story involves a woman and an alien man (humanoid-ish, shark-like) being forced to breed in the name of science. They reluctantly find enjoyment in this. Aren is 26. All other characters taking part in sexual acts are above legal age.

If you do not find nonconsentual/reluctance fantasies enjoyable, then please move on.

Bit of a shorter chapter here than the first, but I wanted to establish the feeling for Na'taq's point of view before moving on and also clue the reader into more of his alien anatomy and how mating for his kind actually works. ;D]]

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Na'taq awoke to the beeping in his cell as he had every day since he had been brought here. And he was exhausted, just as he had been every day since. The day cycles here on Earth were shorter than those on Kal'th'ok. Home. He missed it dearly.

He and his crew had been out scouting lifeless planets for minerals. They weren't even supposed to interact with any life forms. Yet when the navigation systems were corrupted by some unforseen circumstances, they had to land on the nearest inhabitable planet. They had yet to discover why the nav system failed when the humans forcefully escorted them off their ship.

Na'taq's father had been commander then. They shot him as an example. And since the crew was made up of mostly scientists, Na'taq and the other soldiers thought it safer to surrender.

They said it had been twenty years. Human years, he had gathered after some time, were shorter than Kal'th'ok years, but Na'taq knew it didn't matter how you measured it. It had been too long. The distress beacon must have been damaged along with the navigation systems. No one was coming.

Na'taq sat up in his human bed made for human bodies. His body hurt all the time now. His spine needed more padding. The heavy door opened. Then closed. He didn't look up to see who it was. He knew it was another human woman.

"Twice in two days?" Na'taq asked the speaker on the wall.

"Your other kin work every day," the speaker crackled back. "Why should you be any different?"

"Don't I get breakfast?"

"Earn it."

Na'taq finally turned to look at the woman. He was surprised to see it was the same woman from the day before. Aren they had called her. She stood with her hands together, but she didn't look particularly nervous, just tired.

"They don't usually send the same girl so soon," he said, his voice a low growl that most of the humans shied away from. She did not.

"I was told that we would be partnered from now on," she said.

The intercom crackled on again and Isaak's voice filled the room. "I wondered if the rotation is working against me. So you two are my guinea pigs for long-term, partnered fertilization. Since you beasts won't tell me what works best."

Isaak was sounding rather annoyed today. This made Na'taq smile a wide, sharp-toothed grin.

"I wonder why that is?" He was rewarded with a shock to his collar. Na'taq grit his teeth and groaned. The sensation was over only a moment later. The human woman had taken an urgent step closer, but did not advance further.

"Aren, from now on, you'll stay here when you're not sleeping. By the end of the week I want you two breeding at least three times a day." Aren let out a gasp and Na-taq looked at her. Fear was written on her features. "Don't worry. If he kills you, we kill him. He knows this. Begin now."

Isaak's voice crackled away again and Na'taq was left staring at the human woman. Something in him softened. He would not throw her on the bed like he had the day before.

"He will shock me again if we don't comply," he said. "And you might lose rations." Aren only nodded. Then glanced to the bed. "I will go easy this time," he added.

The woman let out a shaky breath. Then nodded again. She approached the bed. "It's Na'taq, right?" she asked, trying her best to pronounce his name. She turned to look at him.

He nodded, expressionless. He had never heard a human try to say his name before.

"I'm sorry. For everything that's happened to you."

"I just want my breakfast," he said, his lip curling, but his heart wasn't in it.

Aren nodded and when he put his hands on her to turn her around, she shook her head. "Please, do I have to be face down?" Her voice wavered, making him feel guilty: a feeling he was unaccustomed to.

"It's normal for our mates," Na'taq said harshly, growing impatient. He turned her, but she fought him. This human woman actually fought him!

"I would just rather see what's going on. Please!"

Na'taq didn't have time for this. His stomach was growling and his dinner the night before hadn't filled him after going days without rations. "Fine!" He growled. "But you should know it hasn't gone well in the past. You girls usually get repulsed by what you're looking at by the end."

Aren didn't heed his warning. She sat on the bed. She was going too slow. He pushed her and when her back hit the bed, one of her breasts came free of the loose dress she wore. Na'taq climbed onto the bed and grasped her legs, pulling her towards him and placing himself between them.

He would never admit it to himself, but he liked this view. The women of his own species were much harder to please this way. They were built similarly to human women. A cunt between two legs and breasts. Of course humans were the wrong color, had too many toes, and he had no idea why they had hair, but if he closed his eyes he could pretend he was back home when he was buried deep inside a wet cunt.

One of the main differences between their species was that human women, he had come to discover, had a small, hard nub at the top of their slit that gave them extra pleasure. He had not been trying to please the woman he was mating with when he discovered this, but the accidental touch made her rock back and moan and come around him.

He had avoided it when he could from then on out, not wanting to provide a human with extra comfort. And then he met Aren. And Aren came just from his seed exploding inside her. He was ashamed of how excited that sight had made him. He had wanted to go again right then and there. He had never actually craved a human women before that moment.

Now she was here again. Looking up at him from her back in a way Kal'th'ok women found difficult to achieve. Her legs were spread wide, her skirt hiked and presenting him with her pink holes. Her cunt was glistening already. He knew he should not want this. He knew he was being forced to do this for human scum. They were even being watched. Possibly recorded.

But Aren looked so good. Her one breast poking out of her dress was invitation enough.

He felt the quivering in his lower stomach and then he opened. His phallus emerged. Long and thick and hard and aching to be inside her. Aren watched it rise, her eyes went wide, no doubt wondering how she had managed to take all of him the day before. He realized she had probably not seen one in such detail before. The way her eyes roamed his hard length in awe, not fear, made him wonder where she came from.

He took himself in his hand and pumped it a few times until the hole at the flat end let out a secretion of thick, clear liquid. He couldn't help but watch Aren's face as she looked on in fascination. He took the head of his cock and lightly dampened her opening and folds, even going so far as to break his own rule to spread it over that sensitive nub and over the pubes on her mound.

Her breathing hitched. Her breasts were rising and falling now. He looked back at her engorged opening and rubbed himself a few more times. When another bead of his pheromones appeared, he spread her labia out of the way and oiled her hole directly. He watched it pucker, tighten, then relax. Then, like magic, it widened for him.

He heard Aren sigh and looked up to find her eyes half closed. He had hardly touched her yet and the aphrodisiac was already working on her, just like the last time.

"It's okay," she mumbled and reached out her hand to touch his thigh. "Let's get you your rations."

Na'taq lined up his cock. This was so much better without Isaak feeling the need to speak to them every five minutes. He pressed against her. Even with her relaxed and ready to take him, he was still big enough that he had to stretch her some. He watched himself slip inside her a few inches and heard Aren moan. She gripped the sheets on either side of her, her eyes shut tight.

He knew she would not want to look at him. He was not human. He pressed forward slowly, stretching her wider. Deeper, deeper, deeper, until he felt himself hit that place inside her.

Kal'th'ok women had this too. A cervix. And it was why Isaak was going to fail in his mission here. Every Kal'th'ok man here knew the true secret to getting a woman pregnant. Their people were blessed with a kind of built in birth control. If Isaak ever found out then he could truly force them to inseminate these women. But for now, he believed he just needed more test subjects. More time.

Na'taq thought about it. How much pleasure he could have if he did actually mate with this woman. Numb her cervix. Extend that final part of his phallus and squeeze inside it. Deposit his cum sack in her womb instead... he had heard how amazing it felt for the both of them, but he had never done it himself. He had never been ready to be a father.

Na'taq had to steady his thrusting. Aren was moaning. He realized her hand had come up to grip his arm as he rode her. He could feel the sack growing in his lower gut, filling with his seed. Then it descended into his phallus, filling him as it worked through it and into the middle. It sat there, growing as he fucked her, relishing in how deep her cunt was.

Her eyes were open again and he was surprised to find that there was no fear in them. Only fascination. He looked down as his cock grew inside her, filling his cum sack with more semen.

"Oh my god," Aren breathed, reaching down and touching the slight bloating above her mound. She watched him move inside her with every one of his thrusts, stretching her.

Then he grunted. His cock pulsed inside her. Normally he pulled out when he came, letting the cum sack go was usually enough pleasure. But this time he sat inside her as he did which caused the sack to sit higher in her body. He began to fuck her again with the sack still intact. Her lower belly bulged with every thrust, full of his cum, until it finally popped from the impact. Aren shouted, wrapping her legs tight around him and arching her back.

"Oh, fuck!" she shouted, her nails digging into his smooth skin. The vibrations from the popping sack around his cock were enough to give him a ghost orgasm. Nothing was deposited, but he felt his cock trying to push another sack out and he moaned long and low. That was a first for him.

He breathed heavily, not having the wherewithal to remove himself for a long moment. When he finally did, his cock was covered in her grool and his own cum.

Aren was red from exertion and probably embarrassment. Her tit was still out, but she didn't seem to care. One of her hands rested on her descending lower belly as his cum settled inside her cunt. Some of it leaked out. Na'taq sat up and looked away.

A few moments later, a tray with breakfast for the both of them was pushed through along with something else: a large silicone knob of sorts. Na'taq got up to retrieve the trays just as the intercom came to life.

"Enjoy your meals. But first, when you are not stuffing that hole, I want it plugged so that you aren't leaking my investment everywhere, yes?"

Na'taq picked up the knob and realized it was a silicone plug for Aren's vagina. It was pointless, of course. Nothing would help inseminate her without knowing the true secret of Kal'th'ok mating. But he couldn't tell him that. Which meant Aren had to be subjected to this humiliation.

Aren was still recovering from their copulation and Na'taq wasn't exactly looking forward to getting shocked, so he moved her leg and slipped the plug inside her. She only gave a small protest. The flat head of it fit snugly against her skin so she would be able to sit and function and the round bulb of it was wide enough that it wouldn't fall out accidentally. He couldn't imagine it being the most comfortable thing in the world.

He held her tray out to her. Aren sat up slowly, making a face as she got used to the plug sitting inside her. Then she took her food and began to eat. Na'taq noticed that his own food was much better than what he had been offered the day before. Perhaps having Aren around wouldn't be such a bad thing. She hadn't even seemed all that bothered by his appearance when he was inside her. Her eyes had met his several times and she didn't even shy away.

After eating in silence, Na'taq put the trays by the door where he was supposed to. They didn't hear from Isaak again and he assumed he was off provoking another of his kind for the time being. He recalled that Aren would be spending most of the day with him and he was unsure what to do. He had never spent more time with a human woman than it took to cum inside her. Then they were usually pulling her away again.

Na'taq went to the corner of his cell where the spout of a shower stuck out of the wall. There were no shower doors to conceal him for privacy's sake, not that he needed them. He had been nude ever since he was brought here. He turned on the cold water and let it run over his body before rinsing his cock of their fluids. He could feel Aren's eyes on him.

When he was done, the swinging member began to retreat into his body and the gill-like slit closed over it, leaving him smooth again. Aren averted her eyes while this happened but he could sense her curiosity.

"Do you mind if I...?" she started and gestured to the shower. "If I'm forced to be here I would like to feel like myself."

He had no reason to say no. "The water is cold. They don't waste heating it on us."

"I don't mind." She stood and, he had to admire her bravery, removed her dress with her back to him. He couldn't help but drink in the soft curves of her body. It made sense in a strange way that Isaak thought they could mate. Human women were highly arousing.

She turned the water back on as he sat on his bed and leaned back against the wall. He didn't mean to stare, but she had watched him. Was this so different?

The cold water made her nipples erect and ran in rivulets down between her legs. While there was no soap, she tried her best to clean herself between her legs, avoiding the head of the plug gingerly. Her dark hair plastered to her back and Na'taq had to say he even found that aspect of human anatomy intriguing.

When she turned back to the room, it was like shyness suddenly hit her and she became small. Her arms wrapped around her breasts and she reached for her dress.

"They didn't give you any towels?" she asked.

He shook his head. "We repel water and dry quickly."

Aren stood there a moment, wondering whether to put her dress on over her wet body. She decided it was better than nothing, then met him on the bed, shivering.

"Your people do not do well with drastic temperatures, do they?" he asked.

She shook her head then realizing she was on a bed and pulled one of the blankets up around her. "Do yours?" she asked, teeth chattering.

"We have thick skin." Why was he entertaining conversation with her? Was it the awkwardness? He could handle the silence alone. But with someone?

Out of spite for himself he did not talk for an hour. Aren closed her eyes and slowly drifted to sleep, no matter how hard she seemed to fight it. She must not be getting good rest either, he mused.

Na'taq went to that place in his mind where he usually went when he didn't need to be present and he remained there until dinner arrived. He ate with Aren and then she was promptly removed from his room again.

Now alone, he sat with his shame and his guilt. Of all the women Isaak had thrown at him, Aren was the first he had enjoyed. He enjoyed her so much he had cum twice. He had heard of the phenomenon of depositing phantom cum sacks, but not ever experienced it until now. Aren's body accepted him so deep and so fully that he had lost himself. He had truly succumbed to Isaak's fucked up research. His game.

He thought again of Aren's nipples under the water, tightening into hard buds. Her moans of pleasure and shock and fascination as she watched him grow inside her. The way her cunt gripped him tight as she came. He was not the only one who enjoyed it, at least. At least he had someone to share his shame with.

For the next three days they performed for Isaak exactly as they had before. This time, Na'taq was sure to pull out as he left his sack inside her so that he wouldn't receive any extra stimulation. He didn't want to enjoy it any more than he had to. Aren came every time, usually in tandem with the sack breaking open. Na'taq always helped her put the plug in since she was too spent right after to do it herself. Then she would shower and nap. Sometimes they exchanged words, but they were always superficial and short.

The next day Na'taq didn't see Aren. He waited and paced and a worry grew in his gut that Isaak took her away from him and gave her to another. He realized how barbaric it sounded, but she had become something he looked forward to. He no longer had to suffer because Aren made sure he ate, made sure he got his rations, and he had not felt the sting of his collar for days.

And now his safety net was missing. He couldn't believe he was worried about a fucking human...