Chapter 2: First Impregnation
The invasion was absolute.
Karliah’s hips drove forward, and the tapered, ridged head of her cock breached Lara with a single, devastating thrust. There was no gentle easing. It was a claiming. A fat, blunt force that stretched Lara’s tender flesh to a searing point of resistance before popping past it, burying itself deep.
“Fucking—Christ!” Lara screamed, her back arching off the obsidian. The pain was a bright, shocking star that instantly melted into a shocking, overwhelming fullness. It was too much. She was being split open.
Karliah snarled above her, a guttural, alien sound that vibrated through their joined bodies. Her clawed hands gripped Lara’s hips hard, the points dimpling her pale skin, threatening to draw blood. She held herself there, buried to the hilt, letting Lara feel every ridge, every inch of that strange, slick-violet shaft pulsing inside her.
“Yes,” Karliah hissed, her red eyes blazing with triumph and something like relief. “Take it. Take every inch. Your tight little human cunt was made for this. To be filled. To be bred.”
The vulgar words, spat with such fervent conviction, sent a new jolt of arousal through Lara’s pain. She was so full she couldn’t breathe. She could feel the peculiar texture of Karliah’s cock, the way it seemed to throb with a life of its own against her straining inner walls. Her own body, traitorous and eager, clenched around the intrusion, drawing a sharp gasp from the Matriarch.
Then, Karliah moved.
She pulled back, almost all the way out, the ridges dragging exquisitely against Lara’s oversensitive nerves. Lara whimpered, a pathetic, needy sound. The emptiness was worse than the fullness. Before the thought could form, Karliah slammed back in.
“Ah! God!”
It was a brutal, piston-like rhythm. No finesse, no romance. This was raw, biological imperative. The slick, wet sounds of their joining filled the humming pod, a filthy counterpoint to the low-frequency vibration of the ship. Karliah’s breath came in hot bursts against Lara’s throat. Each driving thrust jarred Lara’s body up the slab, only to be yanked back by the silken restraints on her wrists and ankles. She was utterly helpless, a vessel being used, and the dark, secret core of her was singing.
“You see?” Karliah grunted, her rhythm never faltering. “You feel it. The compatibility. Your body knows its purpose. It opens for me. It accepts me.”
Lara could only moan in response. The initial burn had dissolved into a spreading, molten heat. Each slam of Karliah’s hips struck a spot deep inside her that made her vision blur. Pleasure coiled, tight and urgent, at the base of her spine. She was babbling again. “Please… please… don’t stop… fuck…”
Karliah’s pace increased. Her claws dug in tighter, sure to leave bruises—dark, possessive marks on Lara’s pale skin. The Matriarch’s regal composure was shattered. Her white hair was a disheveled curtain, sweat beading on her charcoal brow. She was a creature of pure need, fucking into Lara with a desperate, focused intensity.
“You will take my seed,” Karliah growled, the words labored. “You will carry it. Nourish it. This tight, wet hole is mine to plant in. Say it.”
The demand cut through Lara’s pleasure-drenched haze. She opened her eyes, meeting Karliah’s fevered gaze. The vulnerability she’d seen earlier was gone, consumed by a fierce, possessive fire. It was terrifying. It was everything.
“It’s yours,” Lara choked out, the admission freeing something in her. “My… my cunt is yours. Breed it. Do it.”
A wild, sharp-toothed grin flashed across Karliah’s face. It was feral. Beautiful.
Her thrusts became shorter, harder, deeper. The rhythmic pulse inside her cock intensified. Lara could feel it, a gathering, rhythmic throbbing that seemed to sync with the beat of the glowing veins in the walls. The pressure inside her built, a knot of unbearable sensation.
“Now,” Karliah commanded, her voice raw. “Come for me. Milk it out of me. Let me feel you clamp down on my cock as I fill you.”
The order was the final key. Lara’s world dissolved into white-hot sensation. Her orgasm ripped through her with a violence that dwarfed the first. She screamed, her body convulsing violently against its bonds, her internal muscles clamping and spasming around the alien shaft pistoning inside her.
That frantic, rhythmic milking triggered Karliah’s release.
With a raw, shouted curse in a guttural tongue, Karliah buried herself as deep as possible and held. Lara felt the first hot, thick jet flood her depths. It was a shocking, intimate heat, a claiming more profound than the physical invasion. Pulse after pulse of alien seed pumped into her, each one making Karliah shudder above her, a low, continuous groan wrenched from her throat.
It seemed to go on forever, that deep, internal bathing. The sensation of being filled beyond capacity, of hot liquid weight spreading inside her womb, was profoundly primal. It felt… correct.
Slowly, the waves subsided. Karliah’s rigid body slumped, her forehead coming to rest against Lara’s shoulder. Her breath was ragged. The only sounds were their ragged panting and the ever-present hum of the ship.
Karliah softened inside her, but didn’t pull out. Her weight was a heavy, comforting pressure. One of her clawed hands came up, surprisingly tender, and brushed the sweat-soaked auburn hair from Lara’s brow.
For a long time, neither spoke. The immensity of what had just happened settled over them like dust.
Finally, Karliah shifted, withdrawing slowly. A trickle of warm fluid, a mix of her own and Karliah’s, escaped down Lara’s thigh. The Matriarch saw it. Her claw traced the path, collecting it, and she brought her finger to Lara’s lips.
“Taste,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Taste the beginning.”
Dazed, obedient, Lara opened her mouth. Karliah’s finger slipped inside. The flavor was musky, salty, with a faint, metallic tang that was entirely alien. It was the taste of what was now growing inside her.
As if on cue, the silken restraints around Lara’s wrists and ankles retracted with a soft hiss, melting back into the surface of the slab. She was free. Her arms felt like lead.
Karliah stood, her movements regaining some of their effortless grace. She looked down at Lara, sprawled and spent, marked and filled. The vulnerability returned to her red eyes, but now it was mixed with a cautious, awe-filled hope.
“The pod’s work is done,” Karliah said, her tone shifting back toward formality, though it was softer now. “The preliminary bonding is complete. The incubation has begun.”
Lara managed to push herself up on her elbows. Her body felt utterly wrecked, humming with a deep, satiated ache. “What happens now?”
“Now,” Karliah said, extending a hand to help her up, “you come with me. You see what you are fighting for. You meet the people whose future you now carry within you.”
Lara took the offered hand. Her legs wobbled as she stood, the evidence of their joining slick on her inner thighs. Karliah didn’t flinch from it. She simply retrieved a length of dark, fluid fabric from a recess in the wall and draped it around Lara’s shoulders. It clung, forming a simple dress.
A seamless doorway irised open in the pod’s wall, revealing a corridor lit with the same eerie bioluminescence.
“The Breeding Chamber awaits,” Karliah said, gesturing for Lara to walk ahead. Her voice held a new note: not just command, but invitation. “Your chamber now.”