By the time Cricket regained consciousness, she could not tell where she was. She could not recognise her surroundings and it was only after she stop gasping for air that she remembered who she was... The cold from a gust of wind gripped her nipples, and after she recovered from the initial shock of being butt naked in the wild, that she composed herself and tried to stand up straight. She did not enjoy her attempt and she returned to the ground quickly when her knees gave way from her weight and imbalanced gait.
Then she felt the tingling... what might have been dry turned to moisture deep inside her pussy... and she instantly recognized the feeling, the shadow of an orgasm she felt like it was only just yesterday. It might very well be, Cricket has no clue how long she has been out unconscious but her body is bloated and she starts to crave. Like a junkie needing a fix to keep him going, Cricket palms herself between her legs to feel herself... She smarts from the initial touch and then finds herself rotating her hips, a subconscious reflex. A thousand thoughts race through her mind. Was she carrying demon beast spawn? Will her misshapen body return to its slender glory? And the most pressing question, the question that made her tear and panic and scour her surroundings, covered with high grass and woods. The question that brought her to a conclusion of doom, where in the world was she going to get more of the thickest creamy, orgasm inducing, trance causing, buzz feeding tasty cum. She misses smelling the musky reward having been bathed in it by the unlikeliest pairing of estranged brothers. What in the world were they in the first place? Why in the world of green lush and blue skies, did beasts armed with razor teeth not eat her. But pound and plough her pussy and ass into the ground headfirst.
She had too much to ponder. It was probably wise if she tried to move on and try to find her way back to her village she thinks to herself. No matter how slow... an inch forward would be better than staying still. She feels her swollen belly and is puzzled by how it feels and is shaped... She presses down on herself with both her hands, softly at first and reacting with more pressure as and how her her belly responds. Then with one strong push... she feels it. She felt the cold air against her first, and then the immediate release of pressure and lightening of weight as a drier portion of the fluid that gushes out of her, is dislodged from her pussy, or was it her anus... She could barely tell. It was numb all over her body. And she squirts out what had been stored and left in her. Might have also been the reason why other predatory animals had left her alone. The strong stench of alpha male fantasy looking beasts seed, plugged and stored in her marking her out. She looks at her mess... and when she recognized what it was, her initial panic slowly turns into curiosity, fleetingly before she knew what she wanted, She wanted to get fucked right there and then, while she kneels into the ground sticking her seed free ass into the air and slurp the jizz on the grassy ground... and Just as she lets out a soft moan to herself, she hears the strangest voice, from the sky.
ES-4490F, Do not move. I repeat. Do not move. A loud horn like sound follows the strange voice. It brings her back to some sanity and for the first time since she can remember, her thoughts are not about cock. She stays absolutely still, as a man, clad in black, entirely including a headdress covering his face walks right up to her briskly and she passes out before he reaches her. The last thing she sees is the man turn his brisk walk into a sprint.
Aldor-Gowa, chuckles. He holds back laughter, and then fails as he bursts out laughing like a hyena while he rubbed his cockhead on Cricket's face, particularly along her upper lip. He makes very sure not to get his cock between her lips and is even more careful not to accidentally dip his cock into her mouth. Thinking of what was capable of doing, sucking down the breeding champions of the genetic and terraforming research and production facility. The marvel of creationary science, Balan humanoids radiated and crossbred with Virally altered native animals all picked for their genetic traits. Remembering how she sucked down one of them, and stared down the hatch like it was a freaking telescope to draw out more contents is an image Aldor-Gowa will not forget too quickly.
He continues balming the naked, cockbattered elven hybrid sprawled and barely alive. Her heaving chest, lumbering from the weight of her massive tits clues Aldo-Gowa to that fact. Fresh out of college and at his first job, not in his wildest dreams did he think, he could plaster a female, a very attractive one at that, with his dick, call it lip balm, laugh his balls off AND, get paid handsomely every week. Whatever Aldor-Gowa did, it started to work... as Cricket rouses awake. Aldor whips his swelling cock at her face a couple of times, like he needs her awake to carry out some errand she's been assigned and the moment she sits up... starts walking back where he came from and turns back to look at the same clearing he had earlier due to the loud sound of hydraulics. It was not easy to tell if the sliding panels were electrically powered. Not that Cricket would know.
Technology in her village is not really a word they use. They have everything they could need from medicine to tools from their interspecies rituals with the fauna and flora that surrounds and masks their villages. Their weaponry and tool making is heavily influenced by the poisons and trap setting trees and plants that populate the denser forest which grow for miles North of their village in the valleys. That was when she decided not to remember anything else and instead try to see what lay beyond the sliding panels and she sees a humanoid. She could not understand the creatures attire nor tongue as she appeared to have a voice capable of projecting quite a distance of where she was from. And as Cricket saw the back of the man that roused her awake with her current obsession and disappear through a door that she had not noticed before, she resigned herself to death. She could not muster the strength nor the motivation to do anything else. There was no seed growing in her. She understood that much and she could not see a point in anything else anymore. She drifts... drifting between consciousness and un.
