Metroid Samuss Dread

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Chapter 1 - A Thorough Defeat

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Despite being her sworn enemy, the Zebesian always found himself in awe when watching the Bounty Hunter, Samus Aran, fight. Despite being clad in bulky power armour, she moved with undeniable grace. Each action impossibly smooth and quick. She looked almost like she was dancing as much as she was fighting. Not a single movement without purpose. It was hard to see her amour move how it did and not imagine the human underneath. He had seen her. Pretty much every space pirate had seen photos of Samus Aran. Her body was almost as legendary as her skills. Sturdy and long legs led to defined thighs. Thighs that could no doubt crush a Zebesians head were it between them. Almost as though drawn by some divine creator himself, her waist formed a perfect hourglass figure. Wide hips slimmed to that thin but not tiny waist. Just the right size for a set of pincers to grab around fully.

One could not see her hips and navel without also imagining what her backside looked like. Shudders would run down the Zebesians carapace just thinking of it. Her behind was round and plump, yet looked firm and taut. It looked like it would jiggle and ripple if you smacked it. Her backside was almost heart-shaped, two round butt cheeks leading up and narrowing a point where her waist slimmed. And there, just where her waist began to slim, was the Zebesians favourite part of the girl's body. Two dimples that rested just above her butt. They made the Zebesian jealous of the humans' thumbs. He could only imagine what it would be like to grab her waist and have his thumbs rest in that perfect spot, that spot which was made for the thumbs of grabbing hands to rest. And yet somehow his eyes would find another place on her body almost as seductive. Her bust. Each breast rested firmly on her chest, both bigger than a human hand could hold. Like her bottom, they were round, firm, perfectly symmetrical, and perfectly shaped.

And yet again her unbelievable balance of beauty and brawn brought the eyes to her muscular arms. Perhaps the biggest reminder of the woman's lethality. Samus's biceps looked big when relaxed let alone flexed. Yet despite the muscularity, they still looked tantalizingly feminine. Her broad shoulders led up to what was perhaps the most attractive part of the girl (though her behind certainly fought for that right) her face. Much like the rest of her features, her face was round and soft. However, the most soft-looking of the features on her face were her lips. They were almost inviting. The kind of pillowy lips that promised warmth and comfort. Were her lips to ever curl into anything but that constant neutral expression of hers, they alone would no doubt bring an alien to his knees. Framing her face was the girl's silky blonde hair. The majority of it fell neatly into a very grabable ponytail on the back of her head. Two more, smaller, lengths of hair ran down either side of her face. The rest of it formed a small set of bangs that covered her forehead and curved to the right. Perhaps the only uninviting thing about the bounty hunter's body were her eyes. Not a single soul had ever seen them perform anything but a scowl. Or at least that's what the other space pirates said. Though even there the Zebesian found an odd attractiveness. He could easily picture those eyes staring up at him, meeting his gaze as the two-

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING"

The Zebesian was pulled from his trance as his comrade's voice cut through the air. He watched in shock as the alien who had just yelled at him was enveloped in a blast of bright blue and green light. Instantly disintegrated. In a look of shock, the Zebesian took in his surroundings. All over the place laid the half-blasted bodies and corpses of his allies. Some still clinging to life and crawling in a vain effort to reach safety while others lay motionless. The alien stood motionless and dumbfounded as the other Zebesians ran and screamed, only a few getting the courage to even shoot back at their attacker. And those that did shoot back only got blasted quicker. They were here to defend. To stop her. Still in shock, the Zebesian looked around trying to remember what it was they were supposedly defending. Yes, that's it, they were defending some sort of super creature. It lived inside the hole or something. Turning around the Zebesian was horrified to find himself standing right in front of the hole the creature was in. Suddenly the alien saw a bright light pulsing from behind him. Sheepishly he turned around. There, mid-jump, was the legendary bounty hunter, Samus Aran. And her arm cannon was just about fully charged. Even now, as she prepared to remove him from existence, the Zebesian couldn't help but take in her beauty. One last time he pictured the girl in that power suit. He imagined himself behind her, reaching down for that perfect waist, those perfect dimples. Oh god, how he wished he could just-

*

Armour breach, imminent system failure. The words blared through Samus's helmet accompanied by blinking a red error symbol. Just a moment ago she was fifteen feet in the air, about to kill another appalling space pirate and now? Well, now she was still fifteen feet in the air. But she wasn't the reason anymore. As she had leapt up to get a clear shot at the Zebesian, something grabbed her. Arm cannon still charged, the bounty hunter looked down to see a massive teal tentacle grabbing her around the waist, attempting to crush her Varia suit and likely her with it. Her free hand had already instinctively gone down to grab at the slimy appendage but before she could make a move Samus cried in pain, the tentacle squeezed her waist even harder. The bulky orange armour of hers was creaking in a failing effort to stay intact. Regaining control of her senses, Samus lowered her arm cannon to fire at the tentacle. Just as she was about to line up her shot the creature began to shake her violently, the sudden movement making her miss and sending the destructive blast into a random direction.

The whole world seemed like a blur for Samus as she was thrashed like a rag doll, bits and pieces of her armour being flung in every direction as it was quickly constricted. Even in her protective suit, she could begin to feel the constriction. Samus fought hard to gain any control back, but with her internal amour systems failing she couldn't move anywhere near as quick as normal. Just as Samus began to orient herself her suits electronic systems entirely failed, the AI informing her just moments before System failure imminent, seek shelter immedi- Her vision was reduced to nothing more than a dark blur now as HUD failed and with it her ability to track anything through the thrashing. Having been in arguably worse situations, Samus continued to think of a way out. She refused to accept this was her end.

Her armour was so badly damaged now that she could feel the air on her zero suit, the full-body, blue, skintight suit she wore under her Varia armour. She could feel the air just around her left thigh, the same place she kept her backup weapon which was a small electronic pistol that could stun foes or act as a laser whip. If she could just get the whip she could sever the limb and make a retreat. Gritting her teeth she forced her arm to find and reach for her weapon. With most of her armour either cracked beyond repair or entirely broken off now, she finally managed to grab her backup weapon. With the click of a button, she activated the whip and quickly swung it at the massive tentacle grabbing her.

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Again The Zebesian was at a loss for words, or actions. Just a moment before he was completely destroyed, the creature he was here to defend had grabbed her. It had Samus. Arms limp to his sides, the alien watched with a slack jaw as a massive tentacle wrestled with Samus in the air. He didn't even flinch as her arm cannon sent another blast flying right beside him, hitting another group of Zebesians and sending their screaming bodies flying. His already bulging, bug-like eyes, widened further as he saw her armour begin to crack and break. He could see for the first time in person her zero suit. The blue skin-tight suit gripped her like a glove. It was the reason he knew her curves like the back of his claw. He shuddered in place as he watched more of the zero suit get revealed, her outer armour quickly breaking under the pressure of the creature holding her. Just a few more pieces. He could finally see her in person. So close to seeing her fully in person.

In a moment of pure bliss, the Zebesian watched as the creature cracked Samus fully out of her armour. It was like a painting the way it held her, her legs kicked out and head tossed back, her hair perfectly flowing like a supermodel. For just a split second, he could see, even from twenty feet away, those perfect, seductive and sexy, back dimples. The ones that were perfect for the thumbs of any creature grabbing her waist. Maybe even a creature like him. Minus the thumbs. The moment of vivid joy was eclipsed by a terribly awful, gut-wrenching feeling as he watched the creature, with Samus tight in its grasp, retract back to its hole. She was gone, just like that. In an instant all hopes of ever feeling her soft skin... of ever having his claws around her slim waist... ever having his non-existent thumbs on those perfect dimples... All gone. Breaking him from his sorrow was a sudden *CLUNK* looking down to his feet he saw the cracked and slime-covered helmet of the bounty hunter. He slowly bent down and picked it up, staring into the visor. A single tear ran down his exoskeletal face.

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She wasn't fast enough. Now with her world turned entirely inside down, there was little Samus could do but kick and flail as she was pulled into the creatures pit. By the time she had regained her senses and oriented herself, she was already under attack. From every direction came hordes of slimy teal tentacles, some the width of her wrist while others looked closer to the width of her biceps. She did her best to kick and push away as many as should could but for each, she sent away two more came. Samus grunted in frustration as the light from the pit opening above her was slowly shrouded by the growing mass of tentacles. The large tentacle around Samus's waist gave way to countless smaller ones that quickly took its place, wrapping around her full figure several times over from her hips to just under her breasts. At the same time, the bounty hunter felt her thighs being pressed together as another bunch of the slimy tentacles coiled up the length of her legs.

More discomfort came as her wrists were tightly bound and lifted above her head. Now unable to fight Samus could only toss back and forth in her bindings as she felt more and more tentacles begin to rub and wrap around her body. Her struggles grew particularly intense as she felt them begin to wrap around her large breasts, squeezing and kneading them as they did. All the girl could do was bare her teeth in frustrated anger as she resisted. For a moment one of the larger tentacles lowered down and hung in front of Samus's face, seemingly taking in her glare of contempt. Samus tensely watched the tentacle, uncertain and apprehensive. In an instant, Samus's expression was replaced with one of total shock as the tentacle darted forward and plunged past her lips. Samus looked down with wide eyes as it aggressively explored the inside of her mouth. Even she could see how it distended the sides of her cheeks when it pressed and rubbed against them from the inside.

Only a moment later Samus suddenly felt other tentacles follow suit and began to prod at the opening between her now squished together thighs. One thick tentacle had barely managed to squeeze between her thighs and quickly push up to the crotch of her zero suit. Samus instinctively tried to look down but her head was pulled back by a tentacle that lightly wrapped around her throat. It aimed her head up and soon she felt the tentacle that was prodding her mouth begin to take advantage of the angle and begin to slip further down. The sensation of it reaching even just the top of her throat made the girl gag harshly. As it continued to prod deeper and deeper, Samus's jaw began to strain in an effort to fit the growing girth of the tentacle. Though the discomfort in her jaw quickly seemed irrelevant as the tentacle squished tightly between her thighs had managed to tear the crotch of her zero suit. The realization of what was to come next hit Samus a moment too late as suddenly she felt her opening stretch wide around the penetrating tentacle. Even with her whole body tensed in effort, Samus knew she couldn't do anything to resist as she felt the thick member begin to slide in and out of her in a slow rhythm. Each time it slid back in she felt her body strain to take it, only able to because of the slimy lubricant that coated the tentacles.

Almost as though fighting for her attention, the tentacle currently working its way down Samus's throat began a steady thrusting motion. The thick slime covered the inside of Samus's throat and mouth but as it thrusted and she gagged, it also began to coat the lower portion of her face. At this point, most of her body was also at least partially covered in the slime as the tentacles rubbed all along every curve of her form. She could even feel it begin to soak through the zero suit. That was the least of the girl's worries though. Still entirely unaccustomed to the tentacle slowly fucking her from below, Samus whimpered as she felt it begin to pick up speed. No longer did it slowly push in and out, now it had picked up the pace and began to fuck her with vigor. By the time the tentacles had begun fucking her at a steady pace, the still struggling bounty hunter was uncontrollably whining and moaning around the tentacle currently filling her throat.

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Distraught, the Zebesian simply stared at Samus's helmet for a few moments. Was she really gone? It couldn't have been that simple. Slowly the alien walked to the edge of the pit. Surely she was fighting tooth and nail even now, hell maybe she could even win! With a seed of hope growing, he got to the edge of the pit and peered down. His face yet again twisted in surprise. It wasn't killing her. Not only was it not killing her, it was... it was groping her?

In an instant, the Zebesian dropped to his knees and leaned forward to get a better look. It was like a scene from his dreams. Samus was bound by her legs and arms. Tentacles coiled in a spiral up her toned legs before finally finishing wrapping around her hips. Another set held her hands up over her head which in turn pushed her chest out and made her big breasts stand out even more. A pair of tentacles fondled her breasts, one rubbing along her under boob on her left side while the other wrapped around the mound on her right side and lightly squeezed. All the while Samus squirmed in her bonds, her full and curvy hourglass figure only accentuated by the oil like slime that covered her. And here the Zebesian was, with the perfect view. The scene only grew lewder as the creature began to slide a tentacle past the girl's soft lips, causing her cheeks to blush bright red. The alien watched with bated breath as the tentacle probed her mouth, her cheeks bulging whenever it pressed against the side of her cheek.

Almost drooling now the Zebesian leaned further over the pit, trying to get as good a view as possible. A few rocks slipped under him and almost sent the alien into the pit along with Samus. Panting heavily the Zebesian sat and scanned the area in a desperate attempt to find a way to get a better view without killing himself.

Almost unbelievably he saw a set of unbroken binoculars resting on the corpse of one of his fellow soldiers. With a cry of joy, he ran over and snapped them off the dead alien's neck and returned to the edge. Hastily he adjusted the settings of the binoculars until they were set to the proper distance and gave him the view he was looking for. The bounty hunters head was tilted back now, a tentacle bulging her throat slightly as it now quickly pistoned in and out of her. He scanned further down, lingering on her oiled breasts as they jiggled and bounced in the grasp of the tentacles. It took effort to leave the seemingly perfect sight but, eventually, he managed to pry his gaze away and look further down her body. He landed on her belly next, his whole body shivering as he saw her toned abdomen slightly bulge outwards. Hastily he aimed further down and watched in envious glee as the creature slipped a tentacle between her thick thighs and into her pussy. Shivering at the sight before him the Zebesian accidentally snapped the binoculars in half with his pincers.

"NOOOO!" He screamed aloud, fumbling with the broken pieces in a panic.

With a full erection, the alien began to again run through the battlefield desperately looking through the corpses for another set of binoculars. The echoing gags, grunts, and whimpers coming from the pit only serving to make his search more frantic.

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Minutes felt like hours as Samus was suspended in the air. Her muscles felt weak from fighting against her bindings and as a result, her struggles had been reduced to shallow squirms. Her eyes were half-open in a failing resistance to stay conscious. The sensations were almost too much to bear. The tentacle thrusting into her pussy had only gotten faster, sliding between her thighs and into her at a ridiculous speed. Even after all this time she still felt her body struggle to wrap around the thick shaft, though the pain of being stretched had almost numbed now. She could feel her entire face was slick with a mixture of her own spit and the creature's slime. Something that only got worse as it throat fucked her faster and faster. Eventually, the creature was thrusting so fast into both of her holes that Samus began to feel like she was losing her mind. The girl was almost happy her wet gags were the only noise echoing through the pit because she knew without them her moaning would be what echoed around instead. At this point, the majority of the pain that came from the large tentacles was gone and replaced mostly with numbness but also with a small amount of humiliating pleasure. A small bit of pleasure that made Samus feel even more sick than she already did.

Rapidly losing awareness, Samus was brought back some as she felt cum begin to pump down into the bottom of her throat and land into her stomach. It felt warmer than even the slime that coated her insides and covered her outside. At the same time, Samus felt the bottom tentacle begin to follow suit and paint her insides. Neither appendage slowed as they began to climax, in fact, they somehow seemed to gain another burst of energy and move even faster. The bounty hunter was genuinely unable to form a full thought now, her eyes crossing as her mind began to feel as numb as her throat.

The warmth in her stomach travelled up her throat and into her mouth as the tentacle pulled out. Only when her mouth was so full that cum began to shoot from her nostrils, did the tentacle finally pull out fully. All Samus could do was cough and gasp as she felt the warm cum begin to cover her face. Still barely able to fully breathe, Samus's gasps for air turned to desperate and defeated moans, whimpers, and groans as she felt her womb fill with the warm cum. Despite filling her entirely, the tentacle continued at full speed which caused the cum it had just filled her with to splashback out onto and between her thick thighs. By now she no longer felt the cum splash on her face and instead felt its warmth on her breasts as the tentacle covered them as well. Only when Samus's womb overflowed several times over with cum did the creature begin to slow down. The excess cum covered almost all of the girl's lower body. Samus still wildly moaned even as the tentacle finally slowed and then stopped, still half plunged into her.