Max closed the door and positioned himself behind the terminal. It had a lot of cables and wires that could hide him from the two women, but he had to time his movements right.
He waited for the right moment, when the blonde woman, whom he remembered was called Stacy Rackham, was distracted and not looking in his direction. He saw her get up from her seat and walk towards the other console, where the ebony woman was.
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"What are the readings on the M-class planet? Is it still habitable?" Stacy asked, feeling a little restless. She needed something to distract her from her own changing body and the weird smell that was still lingering in the air. She had a strong nose, and she could still smell that sweet musky scent from somewhere. It was making her feel hot and bothered, and she hated it.
"It's still green, Lieutenant. Oxygen, water, and vegetation detected. No signs of intelligent life or technology. But..." Sonya said, pausing and biting her lip.
"But what, Ensign? Is there something wrong?" Stacy asked, frowning.
"Well... I'm picking up some strange signals from the planet. They are very faint and sporadic, but they are there. They look like some kind of energy pulses, but I can't identify their source or origin. They might be natural or artificial. I don't know." Sonya explained, showing Stacy the data on her screen.
The Lieutenant frowned and looked at the screen. She saw the weird spikes and patterns that Sonya was talking about. They looked random and meaningless to her. But something about them nagged at her. They reminded her of something, but she couldn't remember what.
"Could it be related to the radiation that affected our ship?" She asked, trying to sound calm and professional. She hoped that it was just a coincidence, but she had a bad feeling about it.
"It's related but different. Like it's alive," Sonya said, shaking her head and making her black curls bounce. "I don't think it's a natural phenomenon. I think someone or something is sending these signals. Maybe... Maybe it's the alien." Her heart was beating fast as she felt the warmth of the bridge get to her. She felt like they were discovering a new energy that could save the galaxy.
Stacy gulped and felt a chill run down her spine. She didn't like the sound of that. They are already dealing with one alien threat, and now there might be another? Granted, it was energy-based instead of physical, but it could still be a threat.
"Haah... Well, keep an eye on it, Ensign. Alert me if you find anything else unusual. And keep scanning the planet for any other signs of life or activity. We can't turn around and retreat back to Valbara yet, not after a week of being out here," She said, trying to sound confident and in charge.
"Yes, Lieutenant. I will," Sonya said, nodding and returning to her work.
Stacy walked back to her seat and sat down, feeling a little uneasy. She didn't like this situation. She liked things to be simple and clear, not complicated and mysterious. But then again, she had to admit that she liked a little adventure and excitement. But this was far from simple.
She looked at the viewscreen, where the planet was slowly getting bigger and closer as they were in hyperspace. It looked green and blue and beautiful, like a paradise. She wondered what was waiting for them there. Friends or foes? Allies or enemies? Something new or something old?
She shook her head and tried to focus on her piloting. She didn't want to think about the alien or the signals or the smell. She wanted to think about flying, landing, and exploring. Touching soil for a bit before starting their next mission.
But it was hard to ignore the changes in her body. She could feel her breasts getting heavier and her hips getting wider. Her jumpsuit was so tight that it hurt. She had a 34D cup now. It was the largest on the ship, and she couldn't do anything about it. Not until the Lt. Commander could find a workaround with their nanobots or head back home.
'Ugh! M-My suit is strong enough to stay in one piece! I am strong enough to keep my head level! I'm the Lieutenant! I've gone through worse training, and I won't let this stop me!' She thought, clenching her jaw and her fists. But she couldn't stop the heat that was building up in her core, or the wetness that was soaking her panties. She felt like she was going crazy. Like someone was caressing her breasts and whispering in her ear. And she didn't like it one bit.
'Mmmk! J-Just focus! The sensation will pass, and I'll have it under control! The women of this ship are counting on me to get us to our destination. S-So stop thinking about sex, Stacy! Damn you hormones!' She thought as she tried to ignore her body's demands. But the squeezing of her breasts by what felt like two strong hands was not helping. 'Oh, please stop! Stop grabbing my breasts! What's happening? Augh! No one is here, so why am I feeling this way?'
She was so focused on her internal battle that she didn't notice the dark figure that had both of its arms wrapped around her chair from behind. She didn't feel his lips kissing her neck and his hands squeezing her breasts. She didn't hear his voice in her ear, telling her how much he wanted her. She was too busy trying to resist her own desires and the nagging feeling that she was being watched.
She closed her eyes and tried to breathe deeply, hoping to calm down and think clearly. But the smell that was in the air was making it hard for her.
'Mmmmk!? This is nuts... I can't think straight. I need some fresh air... And some water... And maybe a cold shower... Fuck! I should have taken that offer to get off the bridge.'
She opened her eyes and looked at the viewscreen again. The planet was closer now, but they were still a few hours away from coming out of hyperspace. She sighed and leaned back in her seat, feeling a headache coming on.
'Someone needs to come and relieve me... Or I might just leave the ship for this planet and become a cavewoman.' She thought, half-jokingly. She gasped as her breasts felt like they were being freed from her uniform. Then her bra was lifted up and away from her body. She felt her nipples being pinched and twisted, sending shocks of pain and pleasure to her brain.
'What the fuck!? What is happening to me? Is this some kind of hallucination? Am I going insane? Or is this some kind of alien mind trick?' She thought, closing her eyes and leaning back into her chair, letting her body move on its own.
She felt like she was floating, her limbs heavy and light at the same time. She felt like she was being touched by invisible hands that were roaming all over her body, making her shiver and moan.
'Oooh... This feels so good... I'm so hot... I'm burning up... I need... I need...' She didn't know what she needed, but she knew she needed it badly as her thighs opened up slightly and her hand moved down to her crotch. She needed someone to satisfy her, to make her cum, to make her scream.
'Gah! Why am I so fucking horny!? And why can't I stop myself? I feel like I'm losing control of my mind and body! This is not me! This is not who I am!' She thought, feeling a surge of guilt and shame. But when one of those hands left her breast and traveled down to follow her own hand, she felt like she didn't care. She felt like she wanted to give in, to let go, to enjoy.
'Fuck it... Fuck it all... If this is how it ends, then I'm going to enjoy every minute of it... I'm going to enjoy being touched and kissed and fucked by this... this...' She thought, her mind too fuzzy to remember what she was dealing with, her dreams filling in the blanks. Her fatigue kept her from realizing that Max was right behind her in the pilot's seat.
She felt a hand slip into her pants and rub her clit, making her gasp and buck her hips. She felt another hand undo her zipper and pull her suit down, exposing her breasts to the air. She felt a mouth latch onto one of her nipples and suck hard, making her whimper and moan.
'Yes... Yes... Oh... So good... Huh?' Stacy was about to lose herself in the pleasure, but then she felt the stubble of a man's face against her breast. 'A-Beard!?... Augh!'
She opened her eyes and looked down at her chest, only to see the handsome face of the alien that she was supposed to be helping capture. He was grinning at her as he was feasting on her left breast. He was here, on the bridge, with her and Sonya.
"S-Sonya!? The A-Alien! It's here! On the bridge! Get your gun!" She yelled, trying to push him away from her, but he was too strong. He held onto her tight and continued to suck on her nipple, his tongue swirling around the bud. His other hand was still rubbing her clit, making her wetter and wetter.
Sonya jumped out of her seat and turned around, her eyes wide with shock, fear, and jealousy. She saw the alien, the creature that had seduced the Lieutenant. She saw him kissing and touching her lieutenant, making her moan and writhe.
"Let her go! You monster!" She shouted, drawing her sidearm and aiming it at him. "Murphy!? Get your ass out here!"
But Max didn't flinch or stop. He just kept his eyes on Stacy's chest and his hand on her pussy. Stacy tried to glare at him and push him away, but her damn hips were dancing with his hands. This chapter was copied from NovelPing without permission.
"Sonya! Shoot him! Kill him! He's going to... He's going to... Oh... Aungh!" She gasped as he inserted a finger inside her, feeling her tightness and warmth. She was so close to cumming, so close to losing her mind.
Sonya hesitated. She didn't want to shoot him, not while he was still holding Stacy. She might accidentally hit the Lieutenant. She also didn't want to shoot at all because she was curious. She wanted to know what he was doing to her. What he felt like, what he tasted like. She envied her lieutenant's position, and she wanted to be in her place. But her training told her that she needed to act and act now.
"Stacy! Kick him off! I'll cover you!" She yelled, moving to a better position to fire.
Stacy gritted her teeth and reached for her own sidearm on her left hip. Max saw her move, but he didn't try to stop her. Instead, he suckled on her nipple harder, making her lose her focus for a second.
'Get a grip, Stacy! Stop being a bitch and fight!' She thought, feeling a surge of adrenaline. She pulled out her gun and aimed it at his forehead. She was going to blow his brains out and end this nightmare. But before she could pull the trigger, his fingers gently stroked her G-spot, making her gasp and arch her back. It was like a firework of pleasure exploded in her belly.
"Oooh... Aaah... S-Stop... Stop that... I'm... I'm..." She moaned, her voice trembling and her eyes rolling back. She felt like she was about to cum, like she was about to lose all control. 'I-I have it dead to...rights! Y-Yeah... I can still... Can still kill it... I'll let it just—AUNGH!'
Stacy's body stiffened, and her pussy clenched around Max's finger. Her orgasm was intense and fast, making her drop her gun and grab his hair. She cried out his name, not knowing why or how she knew it. Max was overjoyed to hear her say his name. That made him go faster as he wanted her to cum again.
Sonya remained rooted to the spot, a tremor running through her limbs. The scene before her was utterly alien, yet a forbidden warmth bloomed in her core, a slick heat gathering between her thighs. Every breath she drew was a shuddering, shallow thing, useless against the maelstrom inside her. Duty was a cold anchor in the back of her mind, but a magnetic pull, a terrifying curiosity, dragged her toward the tableau of her lieutenant's ecstasy. A desperate, traitorous whisper uncoiled in her thoughts: she wanted to be the one writhing, to know that impossible pleasure for herself. If this creature could wring such sounds from Stacy, could it not offer her the same release?
'My suit… oh, Primer, it's… It's crushing me!' The thought was a ragged gasp. Sonya glanced down, her eyes widening. Her flight suit, once a perfect second skin, was now straining at the seams. The fabric pulled taut over her chest, the metal zipper teeth groaning as they surrendered, inch by agonizing inch, to the pressure beneath. Rich, brown skin swelled into view, the curves of her breasts catching the dim light as they spilled free from their confinement, heavy and achingly sensitive to the cool air. Her hips felt wider, more substantial, the belt around her waist a band of iron. A raw, primal panic, laced with a bewildering thrill, shot through her. She was changing, her body rewriting itself in real-time, and she was powerless to stop it.
"Huh!? What the—!?" Sonya's voice cracked, her hand flying to her chest as if to push the new flesh back in. The alien remained focused on Stacy, his deep, guttural groans of pleasure only amplifying the chaos in her mind. Sonya's gaze darted from the couple to the gun still clutched in her hand. She should fire. She had to. But her finger wouldn't tighten on the trigger. The overwhelming sensations of her own transformation, the raw display of passion, and a burgeoning, insatiable curiosity had paralyzed her.
Max pulled away from Stacy's breast and looked at her face. He grinned as he saw her expression of bliss and satisfaction. He licked his lips and whispered in her ear.
"That was amazing, my dear. You are a passionate woman... And you taste so good. But we are not done yet. I want more of you... All of you." He said, moving his finger in and out of her faster and harder.
Stacy moaned as her body began to grow too. Her breasts were slowly swelling even more as the nanobots were influenced by Max's saliva. She was feeling another orgasm building up, but she was also feeling a sense of dread. She knew that she had to stop this, that she had to fight back. But she didn't know how. She was too weak, too lost in pleasure.
"Sonya... Sonya... Help me... It's... He's..." She tried to say, but her words were cut off by a loud moan as Max's fingers hit her sweet spot again. Her flight suit's seams began to rip open as the cloth could no longer contain her new, mature body. Her breasts grew to become the same size as Melanie's, her hips were now wider than before, and her ass was bigger and rounder. It was like she was emerging from a cocoon and becoming the woman she was meant to be.
Sonya didn't know what to do. She was torn between shooting him and joining them. She couldn't take her eyes off of them, off of the alien and the way he was making Stacy feel. She wanted to feel that too. She wanted to be touched and kissed and filled by him. She wanted to be his woman.
"G-Get away from her! Or...or I'll shoot!" She said, trying to sound brave and threatening. But her voice was shaky, and her gun was wavering. She was lying to herself, and she knew it. She didn't want to shoot him. But she needs to do something. She couldn't let him take her lieutenant like this. She couldn't let him do the same to her.
'Primer, give me strength. I'm so confused. I want to run away and hide... But I also want to join them. I want to feel what she's feeling. I want to be loved by him... It's like I'm in heat. Huh?'
Max ripped off the last of Stacy's flight suit and her panties, exposing her fully to him. He lifted her up from her chair and bent her over the console. He undid his pants and let his cock spring out, hard and ready.
He positioned himself behind her and rubbed his tip against her entrance, making her whimper and bite her lip. He grabbed her hips and pushed himself in slowly, feeling her stretch around him.
"Oh... Oh... Oh... Primer... You're so big... So big... Please... Be gentle..." Stacy begged, feeling him fill her up completely. She had never felt anything like this before, never felt so full and so good. The strong warrior and pilot of the ship was reduced to a whimpering mess, and she loved it. It was like a weight that she didn't know she had was lifted off her shoulders. She felt... free. 'I don't need to be in charge anymore... I can just let him... take care of me.'
Max growled and started to move, thrusting in and out of her, making her breasts jiggle, and her ass smack against his thighs. He was gentle at first, letting her adjust to his size, but soon he picked up the pace, going faster and harder.
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Yes! Yes! More! More! Aungh!" Stacy screamed, her hands gripping the edge of the console, her nails digging into the metal. Her ponytail was flying around as her body was rocking back and forth, matching his rhythm.
Sonya watched them with wide eyes, her hand still holding the gun, but her finger off the trigger. She was hypnotized by the sight, by the sounds, by the smell. She felt her own pussy getting wetter and hotter, begging for attention. Her breasts hurt from being so tightly confined in her suit, and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning.
She felt a strange urge to touch herself, to join in the fun. She wanted to be part of this, to be with him and Stacy. She wanted to feel what they were feeling. She wanted to be his woman, too.
But a voice in her head told her no, that it was wrong, that she had to stop him. She had a duty to her Captain and crew first, and her body second.
"L-Last warning! Let her go or I will—!?"
With Max's enhanced strength, he easily lifted Stacy into the air and aimed her at Sonya, who didn't know what to do, thinking the Alien was using Stacy as a human shield. But before she could register what was going on, Max moved forward and ran into her with the moaning Lieutenant's front facing her. Sonya's dark-skinned face was now buried in Stacy's cleavage, and Max was thrusting into Stacy's pussy from behind. The three of them fell onto Sonya's seat, and Max was now fucking Stacy on top of Sonya, making both of them moan and gasp.
Stacy cried out, feeling her breasts squish against her friend's face. She felt a surge of pleasure mixed with guilt and embarrassment. She didn't want Sonya to see her like this, to see how much she was enjoying it. It was like she was betraying her... but she couldn't deny that she was getting more turned on by the situation. Her hands were wrapped around Sonya, holding her close as if she were her last lifeline.
Sonya was shocked and confused. She felt the weight of Stacy's breasts on her face, the smell of her sweat and arousal in her nose. She felt the alien's thrusts through Stacy's body, and it was driving her wild. She felt her own breasts rub against Stacy's, sending sparks of electricity to her nipples. She felt her own hips move in sync with the alien's, as if she was being fucked too.
'W-What's going on!? I-Is this real? Why is this happening? Why do I like this!?' She thought, feeling her mind go blank with lust.
The Ensign could feel the weight and strength of the alien through Stacy's body. He was huge and powerful, using Stacy like a toy. But he was also gentle and caring, making sure that she was okay and enjoying herself. Sonya could hear his grunts and groans in her ear, and they were music to her. She wanted to hear him say her name, to call her his. As each thrust forces Stacy's pelvis to rub against her own.
Max felt the two women under him, their bodies pressed together, their hearts beating fast. He felt their heat and their wetness, and he loved it. He was going to make them both his, to breed them and make them happy. He was going to fill them with his seed and watch them swell with his children. 'This is the life! I'm surrounded by beautiful, fertile women, and I'm going to save humanity with my seed. And I get to have the pleasure of doing this for years to come.'
Sonya fought to break free from Stacy's growing breasts that seemed to be swallowing her whole. She was struggling to breathe. "S-Stacy! Get off of me! I can't breathe! Augh! I'm suffocating!"
A fierce blush bloomed across Stacy's cheeks, a crimson tide against her pale skin. Her tongue, pink and wet, traced the line of her parted lips as a tremor wracked her frame, a prelude to the cresting wave of pleasure. "S-Sorry! I-I'm trying! He's too... UNGH! His thing! It's making me—" The words dissolved into a choked gasp. She tried to arch away, to break the overwhelming contact with her friend, but Max's hands were an iron band on her hips, holding her captive as he drove deeper, each thrust a fresh shock of sensation.
From beneath Stacy, a sound rose, not of pain, but of dawning, terrifying ecstasy. Sonya's body was no longer her own. She felt it with a prickle of sweat and a deep, aching stretch: her breasts, swelling to press against the weight of Stacy's, their nipples finding each other through the thin, sweat-damp fabric. Her hips flared, the bones shifting, widening, and a soft, pliable curve replaced the hard plane of her stomach. The change was a metamorphosis into something primal, fertile, undeniably female. A war raged within her, a battle between the sharp, panicked edge of her mind and the insistent, liquid heat of her flesh.
'W-What do I do!? AUGH!? I should fight this, shouldn't I? This alien is claiming us, making us his… his women! But… The Great Primer, why does it feel so… so right? Why does this ache in my core yearn for more of him?' The thought was a frantic whisper, lost in the thunder of her own heartbeat. She could feel the new weight of her breasts, the sensitive peaks catching and dragging against Stacy's with every one of Max's powerful movements. The pressure was exquisite, unbearable. With a sound like tearing cloth, the metal teeth of her uniform zipper surrendered, and the sudden cool air on her fevered skin was a revelation. Sonya squeezed her eyes shut, letting the wave of her body's desperate, confusing desire finally pull her under. Her mind might not understand, but her body knew exactly what it wanted.
Sonya dropped her pistol and wrapped her arms around Stacy's waist, pulling her closer. She buried her face in her neck and kissed her, tasting the alien's saliva on her skin. It was salty and sweet and made her head spin. She felt the alien's cock through Stacy's pussy, and she wished it were inside her instead.
Max's body responded to Sonya's silent summons, a current of heat pulsing through his veins. The thought of claiming her, of making her his, coiled low in his belly, a promise for after he'd dealt with Stacy. He shifted his focus, his movements becoming a brutal rhythm, each drive of his hips forcing a higher, sharper cry from Stacy's lips. Her body arched, a bowstring pulled taut, her inner walls fluttering around him in frantic, desperate pulses. You are reading on NovelPing, the official source.
"Sonya! Sonya! Sonya! He's… ah! Gonna! Gonna! Oh! Oh! Oh!" The words were torn from Stacy's throat, her nails digging into Sonya's shoulders, leaving crescents in their wake.
A guttural sound rumbled in Max's chest, a primal growl. He drove himself deep one final time, burying himself to the hilt within her clenching heat as his release flooded her in a scalding wave.
Stacy's mouth opened into a silent scream, her entire body locking up as her own orgasm crashed through her, a white-hot explosion that left her shaking and gasping for breath in the aftermath.
Whatever was getting pumped into the lieutenant's womb seemed to make the growth spurt in her body intensify. Her breasts were now twice as big as before, as they were spilling out onto Sonya. Sonya was right behind her with her own breasts now spilling out of her flight suit. The two beautiful women were now becoming lovely milf goddesses.
Max held her upright, his hands still gripping her hips, his breath ragged against her ear as his own body shuddered in the throes of his climax. He could feel the blonde's belly swelling up from all the cum he pumped into her. He had a feeling that she was going to be a wonderful mother to his children.
Sonya felt the ripples of his orgasm through Stacy's quivering form, a vicarious thrill that sent her own senses reeling. She clung to her friend, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, their shared panting the only sound in the sudden, echoing silence of the bridge.
'W-What happened to Stacy? Should I try to—aungh!?' Sonya felt the pants of her flight suit becoming unbearably tight as her hips and thighs expanded. It was painful, but the anticipation of something much bigger and stronger made her brain fog over as her body craved it. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a long, soft moan. Max was still hard and was already turning his attention to the dark-skinned beauty under Stacy.
He pulled out of Stacy with a wet, obscene sound, and she collapsed on top of Sonya, panting and whimpering. He looked down at Sonya, who was looking up at him with awe and lust. She was gorgeous, and he couldn't wait to make her his as well.
"Hello, my love. I've been waiting for you. You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he said, smiling at her and stroking her cheek.
Sonya's eyes widened as she understood his words. She should have been afraid, she should have been angry, but all she could feel was a surge of joy and desire. She felt as if she were meeting her destiny, her lover, her primer.
"Y-You... You want me?" she asked, her voice trembling with emotion.
"Of course I do. I want all of you. I want to make you happy, to make you mine. Will you let me?" he asked, his eyes full of sincerity and passion.
Sonya was trying to come up with a reason to say no, to push him away, and run. But she couldn't. She didn't want to. She wanted him more than anything in the world. She wanted to be his, to belong to him, to have his children. And with her last rational thought, the seams of her pants ripped open, and she felt a cool breeze on her bare skin as her pants fell to her ankles.
She stared at him like a deer in headlights. But then her body started to move on its own, her hips gyrated in a mating dance to entice the big, strong male to take her. And take her, he did.
She still couldn't move with Stacy's new body lying on top of her, but her body didn't care. She felt him lift up her legs and position himself at her entrance. She felt his tip rub against her clit, making her moan and shiver.
"Please... Please... Take me... Make me yours... Give me your children... I need them... I need you." She begged, spreading her legs wider for him. The word children was a forgotten word in the past, but now it feels right. She needed to feel the warmth of a child and to have a family again.
Max smiled and kissed her forehead before pushing himself into her. She was so tight and so wet, and he loved it. He loved the feel of her pussy around his cock, and the sounds she made as he entered her.
"Yes... Oh... Yes... So good... So full... So right..." She moaned, feeling him fill her up completely. He was so big and so thick, and he stretched her to the limit. She felt like she was made for him, like they were made for each other. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, feeling his tongue enter her mouth and taste her.
Max kissed her back, moving in and out of her slowly and gently. He wanted to make love to her, to show her how much he cared for her, with the unconscious Stacy stuck in between them. He wanted to make her cum over and over again, until she couldn't think of anything else but him. He wanted to breed her, to make her pregnant with his babies. His nanites were already inside her body and were making her body more compatible with his. He wasn't going to hold back for her sake.
Sonya moaned and shook her head side to side as he was kissing her. Her eyes rolled back as her body was experiencing sensations that she had never felt before. The taste of his saliva was enough to make her cum on his cock. And she did. Over and over and over.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Aungh! Ungh! Yes! Yes! More! I'm cumming! Oh Primer! I'm cumming!" She screamed, her nails digging into the cushion of her chair. The metal arms of the chair were already bent out of shape from Max holding onto it as he was making love to the Ensign.
Max felt her pussy squeeze his cock as she came, and he felt his own orgasm building up. He increased his speed and intensity, wanting to make her cum harder and faster. He also wanted to cum himself, to release his seed deep inside her and give her what she wanted. The room was filling up with the scent of sex and love, making them both more aroused and needy.
Max pumped faster and faster, his movements becoming more erratic and animalistic. He was close, so close, and he could tell that she was too. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open, her tongue hanging out as she panted. Her body was trembling and sweating, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Grinding against Stacy's body and making her moan in her sleep.
"You're almost there, Sonya. I can feel it. Cum for me, my love. Cum with me. Let me fill you up. Let me make you a mother." He whispered in her ear, feeling his balls tighten and his cock swell.
Sonya heard his words and felt a rush of ecstasy wash over her. She was ready, she was eager, she was his. "Yes! Yes! Do it! Do it now! Fill me! Give me your cum! Make me your woman! Make me your slut! Make me your everything!" She screamed, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him as deep as she could.
Max groaned and slammed into her one last time, releasing his load inside her. He felt his cock pulsate and shoot out ropes of hot, thick cum, coating her insides and painting her cervix. He felt her womb contract and suck in his seed, welcoming it and preparing for his offspring. He felt a surge of pride and satisfaction, knowing he had done his job and that he would get her pregnant in due time. And if not, then he was more than willing to go for round two, three, four, or more with her.
Sonya felt his cum fill her up, and it was the best feeling ever. It was like liquid fire, burning her and soothing her at once. It was like a gift from him, a sign of his love and devotion. She felt her belly swell slightly from the volume of his cum, and it made her feel the whole, just like all the other women who felt the same way. She giggled and whimpered, feeling a mix of pleasure and exhaustion. Just like the other girls' nanotech, they were busy prepping her body for the eggs she just released. Causing her to become tired and fall asleep in his strong arms. She wanted to kiss him, to thank him, to tell him how much she loved him. But before she could say anything, she felt her eyelids droop, and her mind go blank. She was so tired, so happy, so fulfilled. She fell asleep with a smile on her lips, dreaming of forgotten female history and the days she'll spend with her children and lover.
Max smiled and kissed her forehead, feeling the same way. He was also tired, but his work wasn't done. Six ladies had been claimed and were going to be mothers to his children, while four more were still moving around the ship, most likely searching for him.
"Hm... I still haven't gotten the captain of this ship yet. Haah... Four more ladies to persuade before they get it in their heads to try and kill me." Max said, stroking Sonya's and Stacy's hair and looking at their peaceful faces. He sighed and pulled out of Sonya, watching his cum drip out of her pussy and onto the floor with Stacy's. He got dressed and turned to see his handiwork one last time before looking for the next woman.
Stacy had fallen asleep on Sonya's chest, and their massive tits were spilling out and overlapping each other. They looked so beautiful and serene, and he felt a surge of pride and love for them. They were his, and he would protect them and cherish them forever.
He walked to the pilot's chair and looked at the console. He saw that they were still heading to the planet and that it was about 2 hours away. He also saw the weird signals that Sonya had detected, and he frowned.
"Shit... So they found this weird energy signature too?... It will be fun to discover what the hell it is. Let's just hope we can make this planet our home. I don't think this space was designed for a population boom." He thought, tapping his chin while looking at the ship's computer and reading the itinerary. He needed to know the ship's maximum population limit. Because he was sure that the simple crew of ten was going to grow exponentially bigger in the next few years. And at some point, they would need to find a habitable M-class planet to live on. Hopefully, whatever planet they were flying towards didn't have any surprises for them. Like apex predators or environmental conditions that would prevent them from living on the surface.
Max sighed, "Well... At least it has the correct type of atmosphere for us to breathe... Let's just hope that energy signal is just a harmless geological event." He said to himself, getting up and walking to the door. He had a job to do, and he was going to do it well.
He opened the door and left the bridge, not noticing the small blinking light on the console that indicated an incoming energy from the planet, getting stronger and closer with each passing second. An energy that would change everything for him and his new family.