A new home
He inhaled her strong musk and felt his body relax and his arousal grow. He loved eating out his girlfriend, loved it more than sex itself. The way he could massage and clean her soft silky nether lips made him wetter than anything else.
Shana closed her eyes and sat back further, holding her pants down to allow him better access as one hand kneaded her tit. She moaned as his rough little tongue flicked around inside and outside her hood, massaging the soft tissue into a ball of electric energy.
She had to be back out in ten to board the plane to New Alaska but frankly with such an incredible eat out going on Shana would rather get fired rather than leave.
As he began to invade her with his tongue she began to dizzy, her mind fogging over. She lost her place, forgot holding her tight pants down and forgot her shift, loosing herself into the bliss he was sending her through her pussy. She began to dream, dream that she was floating on clouds as he ate her out. Unseen hands began to roam her body, massaging her aches and stimulating her arousal.
When he sensed she was out of it, he paused his milking and stood from his kneeling position, unzipping his pants and dropping his slacks. As the clothes fell away, revealed beneath was an unusual member, a large and thick cock that pulsed in readiness. Grabbing the semi hard rod he slid himself into her without pause and began a rhythmic beat of in and out thrusts.
The most unusual thing about his manhood was not the incredible size or thickness but the color. When erect, the veins in most penises are fairly prominent, standing out quite a bit with the pressure needed to hold the organ stiff. The unusual thing about her boyfriend's dick was that these veins visibly throbbed with a purple glow that seemed to pulse and flow through him in time with his thrusting.
As he inseminated her, pumping himself closer to coming, his eyes began to glow, letting out a purple freakish light onto her face. It was now visible where he was staring, directly into her eyes, as he pumped. He held her hips tight and the purple fire deep within his bottomless eyes burned brighter and brighter. He kept up the pace, silent intent on his face, making no visible or audible sounds of sexual ecstasy. Shana, in contrast, bucked back and forth as sighs and moans freely escaped her open lips.
Within her own private world Shana's body was assaulted by dicks. She loved dicks, loved their rock hard sensation, their ribbed shafts and big thick heads. As she floated in a world with no up or down, her body was covered in them, smothered with cocks that seemingly had no bodies behind them. Huge ones, small ones, black and white, and many she didn't recognize as the usual human dick, all of them kissed her skin, leaving little patches of pre-cum that seared into her very soul.
Her pussy came to life as the ring leader, a huge dark skinned man, his massive muscled body dripping from oil Shana knew was her own cum, stepped forward and entered her. The ghostly apparitions inside her were shoved out the way as his absolutely huge pole pumped into her and she was claimed by the alpha male. To her, he was real, tangible, entirely there before her.
There was no argument, no time for surprise or wonder. The moment he was in her, she belonged to him. She let herself go, succumbing to the complete pure bliss emanating, flowing from her pussy as he came, shooting his very essence so deep inside her it seemed to splash into her mind and coat everything.
As he came, his body began to glow, purple energy visible in his veins as it flowed like animated energy through wire from his body and into hers through their connection. He leaned back as his whole being flowed into her, and, as quickly as it takes a man to ejaculate into a woman, he was gone. Shana's blissful white world darkened, storm clouds gathering overhead as it began to rain, rain that landed in her mouth and tasted of semen. The rain coated her, soaked her, and she found herself falling, tumbling into black as the rain of cum flooded all around her.
Shana jerked awake, panting as she took in her surroundings. The boxes of the store room, hard and real on her ass, and the dark twilight of the next door bulb came to her. She was back in the staff area at the airport, one hand holding her pants down, exposing her snatch as her other rested on her said ladyhole. Lifting the hand and feeling warm juice, she quickly stood, re-arranging her clothes as best she could and smearing her cum on half of them as she did so.
Still dazed, she brushed her hair as best she could with her cum-covee hands and, still looking very flustered, prayed she wasn't late.
Shana needed a toilet break.
As she flushed and wiped the last of the offending juices off her rather tender thatch, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. For the briefest of seconds she thought she saw some kind of purple glow in her eyes. But, shaking the thought, she slid a few square sheets of toilet paper - along with a tampon and pad for good measure - down her front and zipped up, praying none of the passengers who would all be seated right on pussy-level would notice her strong musk.
Seeing herself again she rushed to make herself look as presentable as possible and then evacuated, dashing for her flight.
As Shana ran, deep within her body, her cells were reforming. A purple matter, a body of living cells, alien cells, were flowing around her, mutating her tissue, transforming weak into strong and old into new. Her smoker's lung began to clear and her arms strengthened, though she didn't notice this now.
Likewise, as her body was prepared, a tiny growth took hold inside Shana's uterus, a clump of cells forming as her body began to go into overdrive.
As Shana boarded the flight, bounding up the steps with unusual ease, the tiny cluster of but a few cells split.
And they began to grow.
Part 1 - Reawakening
Emily relaxed after the glorious semi-alien fuck session. Having Courtney, a part Cadothe, part human hybrid like herself, to inventively and unendingly sex with was incredible. With their power they could do so much more than mere humans, and their orgasms were equally as inhuman.
Melding their minds together to envelop the other in endless fathomless bliss as their bodies melted together might not have sounded great when put like that with simple words, but to the girls it was quite simply a pure, whole, surreal heavenly pleasure that induced racking, bucking orgasms from both of them.
In the days after the hospital incident Emily and her girlfriend Courtney hung low, returning their lives and house to normal. Days went by with relative normality. They shopped, cleaned, worked, went to the gym and movies, and, of course, fucked. Fucked like only hybrid alien-humans could. Nothing was wrong. Emily was happy. Courtney was happy. Everyone was happy. Their new "conquest", the man they called Peter after a TV show they watched fairly religiously soon after they'd first met. Peter functioned fairly normally, slowly developing individuality. Still bent entirely on the idea that Emily and Courtney were his all powerful masters, his twin gods, he worshipped them, raining all he could upon them.
After five days when Emily and Courtney came home to find several huge backpacks on their kitchen table, all containing solid gold bars, the girls decided he needed to learn to be his own person. He took them back (apparently, he was an incredible sneak, as he was not only able to steal the gold from the local deposits but also return it) he was given his own room and a share of the household funds. Encouraging him to think for himself, after three days without seeing or hearing from the girls he had come to realise that, as long as he could see them and serve them, he would endeavour to blend in.
