Chapter 4: Climax
Captain Grace's chest burned. Transfusion ports lining her spine pulsed, and she labored to swallow, parched lips cracking as heated air escaped her lungs. Her vision blurred, she stared at the undulating canopies of the fungi forest, their caps plated with glistening silica as tall as starship Magellan's hull. All around, the bark coating the trunks sizzled and popped, pungent, musky fumes curling from the damaged fibers.
The trembling organ beneath her helplessly pinned form shuddered, a series of cocks protruding and pistoning in a coordinated effort to violation.
The revulsion at feeling her uniform stretched and torn was unbearable, but the irrational hunger burning in Grace's gut was stronger. She imagined the slimy sheath of each violation gripping her inner walls, that tortured connection to the creature's very essence. Her hips bucked involuntarily, her body welcoming the punishment and demanding more.
She couldn't help but moan, a low guttural sound rumbling in her throat as her eyes fluttered shut. Each thrust jolted her, sending waves of pleasure that coursed through her veins. The pain slowly faded, replaced by an insatiable hunger.
"Oh, god," Grace whispered, trembling as the creatures' cocks slid in and out of her. "Oh, god, yes."
She could feel every vein, every ridge against her swollen, slick flesh.
She threw her head back, crying out -- a long, keening wail that echoed against the fungi forest's bark and the slippery tendrils that writhed and entwined like serpents.
The cocks felt alive, their own nervous system, matching her desires and movements. They slid and pushed inside her, sometimes all seven at once. Her pussy stretched wider than ever before. The feeling of her utter limits being breached clenched her in cascading waves of dizzying pleasure. She arched her back off the floor and pleaded for more.
The alien appendages understood - or perhaps it was merely instinct - and forcefully drove deeper, filling her up entirely. They twisted and pulsed, searching for the perfect angle to elicit the most pleasure, and Grace's eyes widened in shock as she felt them find it.
Each thrust was perfectly coordinated, an intense wave of pleasure ripping through her body. Her vision blurred and she couldn't breathe, her lips parted in a silent scream as the orgasms tore through her.
The creature's cocks pistoned harder and faster, their pace becoming desperate, frenzied. The intensity building, she could feel another orgasm building, faster and stronger than the ones before.
Grace's hands gripped the mossy floor beneath her, fingernails digging into the soft, damp earth. The orgasm ripped through her, sending ripples of pleasure across every inch of her skin.
The creature's cocks twitched inside her, the sensation of hot, sticky cum filling her up triggering another involuntary scream from her lips.
It's load was copious, almost too much to handle. The alien seed spilled forth, streaming down her legs and staining the mossy floor a darker shade of green.
Grace's mind reeled, a mix of physical pleasure and horror at the experience assaulting her. The creature's cocks still throbbed inside of her, but the pace had slowed, each retreat accompanied by a wet, sloppy sound. Her hips continued to rise and fall, desperate for more. The sensations were overwhelming, but she couldn't stop.