Rated: NC-17 ~ Warnings: mild horror, twincest, angst, MPREG, beastiality/xenophilia ~ Pairing: none ~ Notes: I'm fucked in the head and this chapter until the end makes me realise just how fucked up I am. :P Two weeks had passed by without much activity, each of them too paranoid to venture out of the safehouse to see if anything had changed. The dreams Lucas had been experiencing for so long had dwindled to the occasional nightmare here and there, only becoming more prominent were he under stress or great emotion. As each dream was had, they featured different species of insects, but the situation was the same; they all had feasted upon Lucas as if he were an all you can eat buffet. Several times in the dreams, Lucas had welcomed the insects to feast upon his flesh, but as their soothing sounds turned to that of hunger, it snapped Lucas out of the trance-like state the insects had put him under. Struggle all he wanted, but Lucas could never free himself from the insects eating at him and he woke up soon after that, covered in a cold sweat and a gnawing feeling in his stomach. Lucas really didn't like insects so much after the nightmares had started. He had even confessed to Rowen that insects were now the most frightening things in existence after he had found a centipede showering with him one morning, screamed like a girl, and then shot out of the bathroom naked. Trying to explain why he had run out of the bathroom at top speed and naked had been one of the more amusing conversations so far, yet no one teased him too horribly on it - it was more likely that Lucas would punch you before running away. Lost in his thoughts, Lucas didn't hear Rowen coming until he heard the soft chuckle. "That looks like it hurts." Lucas stared up at Rowen from the position he was in on the floor. Slowly, he unbent and sat Indian-style, smiling at Rowen. "What's up?" Rowen sat across from Lucas, shrugging. "Absolutely nothing." He looked at Lucas and pouted. "There's nothing to do here and we've been here for two and a half weeks." "So, what do you want me to do?" Lucas questioned, raising a brow. "Entertain me," Rowen replied, grinning. "Like you used to." Lucas' other brow joined with the other as he stared at Rowen. "You know we can't," he said softly, looking mildly downtrodden. "Especially with the others in the other room." Rowen looked put-out. "They won't hear us if we're quiet," he retorted softly. "You couldn't keep quiet even if someone paid you to," Lucas teased, grinning at the glare Rowen shot him. "I could if I wanted." Rowen pouted, looking up at Lucas through his bangs. "Prove it, then." Lucas' eyes glinted with the challenge he threw, a small grin on his lips. "Prove to me that you can keep quiet and then maybe I'll entertain you." Rowen grinned then, getting on his hands and knees and crawling towards Lucas. "How long?" he asked softly. "As long as I say," Lucas replied, leaning back as Rowen crawled on top of him. Rowen nodded and settled himself on top of Lucas, leaning close to his twin's face, letting their noses brush each other before planting a soft kiss to Lucas' lips. He broke the kiss and got off of Lucas, sitting across from him with a small smile and an eyebrow raised. Lucas' lips curled into a grin as he stared at Rowen, shaking his head. "You expect me to believe you can keep quiet just like that?" Lucas licked his lips, standing briefly to get behind Rowen and got on his knees. "I know you can keep quiet without doing anything for two hours, but what if I'm touching you?" He rested his hands on Rowen's hips, trailing his fingers along the hem of his twin's shirt, lifting briefly as he feathered his fingers over Rowen's stomach. "Can you keep quiet if I tease you with touches?" Rowen sucked in a breath as Lucas' fingers teased their way from his stomach to the front of his pants, tracing mindless designs there. Lucas grinned as he felt his brother harden under his touch. He pressed his palm against the growing bulge, noting the hitch of breath and soft sigh that had escaped Rowen's lips. Rowen bit his lip, spreading his legs slightly as he thrust his hips into Lucas' hand, silently asking for more. Lucas rubbed his hand over Rowen's arousal, his other hand sliding up to cloth-covered nipples, brushing over them teasingly before letting his hand rest on Rowen's hips again. Lucas teased Rowen for several minutes - removing his twin from the confies of his pants when the desire to touch him directly overwhelmed him - and just as he was praising Rowen for keeping quiet, he twisted his hand subtly over Rowen's arousal and Rowen's eyes shot open as a less-than-quiet moan was released. Immediately, Lucas released Rowen, chuckling softly when Rowen whined. Rowen turned to Lucas, pouting. "Why'd you stop?" Rowen asked. "I never said you could say anything," Lucas replied. Rowen flushed. "It wasn't that loud," he muttered. Lucas nodded. "True," he said, "but I know you. You can get louder than that." "Ah, but you can get loud, too," Rowen retorted, smiling at the blush that adorned Lucas' cheeks. "Touche." Lucas cleared his throat and looked at Rowen. "Still bored?" Rowen rolled his eyes. "Of course I am," he answered. "You also left me with a problem." "Oh?" Lucas glanced down at Rowen's exposed member, flicking his tongue over his piercing. "Well, then. Let me get rid of it for you." Rowen watched as Lucas got up and settled himself on his twin. Locking their eyes, Lucas ground his hips against Rowen's, watching the emotions flash across Rowen's features. Rowen inhaled sharply just as something heavy crashes to the floor, sounding like it came from the kitchen. Immediately, Rowen and Lucas separated as if electrocuted, both blushing darkly. Rowen tucked himself back into his pants as they share a look before making their way from Lucas' room, into the kitchen. Entering the kitchen finds a heavy cast-iron pan laying innocently on the ground and Joshua sitting on a chair, cursing and holding his foot. His gaze was on the pan, but drifted to Lucas as Lucas picked up the pan and placed it on the stovetop. Raising an eyebrow at Joshua, Lucas sat; gesturing for Rowen to do the same. "So, what happened?" Lucas asked. Joshua shook his head and shrugged. "I was planning on getting the pan out to make some corn muffins, but as soon as I grabbed the pan...I blacked out," he replied. "I only came back to myself because I dropped the damned thing on my foot." Idly, Lucas rubbed at his still bandaged arms, wincing slightly. "Do you remember anything when you were blacked out?" he asked. Joshua shook his head again. "Nothing." He looked at Lucas. "It's like trying to see through a thick fog. It's eerily similar to when the parasite had infected me...but it's different." "Different how?" Rowen piped up, startling Joshua. Joshua cleared his throat, making it seem as though Rowen hadn't startled him. "Different by means that, were I infected with a parasite, I wouldn't be talking to you two and the fog I described would have been worse off." He pinned Rowen with a look. "Believe it or not, it's exactly how the parasite infects you; not only will it eat your insides, but as it's feasting on you, your mind becomes clouded with a thick fog. You're unable to have any say in what you say or do. In essence - you're its puppet to control." Rowen's face paled as Joshua explained, unconsciously leaning against Lucas, to whom, wrapped his arms around his twin for comfort. Several minutes passed where no one was moving much; Rowen had moved to sit on a chair and placed his arms on the table and rested his head on his arms. Lucas remained standing, idly rubbing his arms and shuffling his feet. One of us. Lucas picked his head up and looked around, eyes searching the area before looking at either Rowen or Joshua, who were sitting silently and staring at the tabletop. Did they hear it, too? Or, was it just him and now he's mental? One of us. A brief, sharp pain was throbbing in his temple, intesifying as the seconds passed. Lucas didn't want to alert Rowen or Joshua of his pain, but it soon became too much as he softly groaned in pain. Rowen looked up first, as if expecting Lucas to groan, eyes narrowed...but wary. "Lucas?" One of us. It was hypnotic, but the pain blurred out all else in its dull throbbing torture. You need one, but not the other. One of us. Get rid of the useless one. It was a command he couldn't disobey. Immediately and despite the throbbing in his temples, Lucas stood ramrod straight and pinned Rowen wirth glazed, unseeing eyes. Rowen's eyes widened, seeing a similar look in Nicholas' eyes...but Lucas was still there, trying to fight off the pain and the parasite controlling him. Nicholas was too far gone to fight it, making Rowen fear what could happen to his twin. "Lucas?" Rowen swallowed, standing and taking a cautious step towards Lucas. "Lucas, snap out of it." Lucas blinked slowly, recognition dawning in his eyes. Suddenly, he turned towards Joshua, eyes narrowing. He's not one of us. Be rid of him, but keep the other. Rowen blinked, scratching at the base of his neck before looking between Lucas and Joshua. Was the hypnotising voice what Lucas heard? Surely he wouldn't get rid of Joshua because of it...but then, the way it wrapped around you like a cotton coccoon, vanishing all doubt of it could be why Lucas' eyes had glazed over with an almost muderous gleam as he slowly reached out for Joshua. "No!" Rowen lunged forward, grabbing and holding Lucas to him, grunting with the effort of doing so. "This isn't you, Lucas. Snap out of it!" Don't dissuade him. He's not one of us. He's unable to live with us, so he must perish. Rowen frowned deeply, keeping a tight hold on Lucas. He stared at Joshua, shutting his eyes as Lucas wriggled one arm free and elbowed him sharply in the jaw. "Damnit, Joshua!" Rowen squeaked as Lucas pushed forward, dragging his twin with him. "Stop standing there like you have a rod up your arse and move!" Joshua blinked and looked at Rowen. "What should we do?" he asked. "Do something to stop him from killing you, surely," Rowen replied. "Knock him out or something, just do it before I loose my grip on him and he really does kill you." Joshua looked around. "Would you worry much if I knocked him out with the cast iron pan?" he asked, almost innocently so. Rowen grunted, getting another elbow to his jaw. "I don't care!" he replied, trying to keep his hold tight on Lucas. "Just do it!" Joshua nodded and grabbed the cast iron pan he had dropped earlier. Gripping it with both hands, he sighed and looked at Lucas. "I'm really sorry about doing this, but it has to be done." With that, Joshua closed his eyes and swung the pan, wincing at the crack that resounded in the room as the pan connected with Lucas' head. Lucas snapped to attention before going limp in Rowen's arms. Joshua could have sworn he saw fear in his friend's eyes before they slid closed, but he shook his head and put the pan down. "Fucking hell," Rowen muttered, dropping Lucas into a chair. "Did you really have to hit that hard?" Joshua shrugged and didn't answer. He sat down, watching Lucas with wary eyes. The blatant fear in his eyes had Joshua thinking it would only get worse as Lucas was unconcious. ~-~ Lucas' eyes snapped open, only to see black. It was encompassing him, bathing him in an unsettling warmth. He closed his eyes again, wishing he would wake up and see Rowen and hold him tightly. Lucas opened his eyes slowly, still only seeing black. He turned his head left and right, turning his entire body around to look behind... Nothing. Complete darkness. Lucas let himself fall into an ungraceful heap, cheast heaving in the beginnings of a panic attack. He was alone. He couldn't see anything. He was alone. Lucas looked around frantically, wanting to see something, anything other than the absolute darkness. As if to answer his almost desperate pleas, a soft light bathed Lucas in its glow, easing the panic he was feeling. However, the echoing voice that came with it threw Lucas back to where he was before. Do not fret. A soft caress to his face. You are safe here. Safe. Lucas snorted. He was unconcious and listening to a voice he had no idea where its origins came from. He wasn't safe. One of us. You are safe. Another soft caress, gently cupping his face. Your twin will join us soon, just like you have joined us. "Not on my own will," Lucsd said softly, wincing as the gentle caress gripped his chin roughly. Willing or unwilling, you have joined us. One of us. The caress became gentle again, almost loving. Your safety means our survival. Without you, we'd perish. Without him? What did he have that others didn't? The caress moved from Lucas' face, to his chest, rubbing soft circles on his stomach as if he were a cat. You give us what we need to live. Co-existing, we both will live on far beyond any human's years. The caress on his stomach pressed down firmly, the feeling of nails scraping and opening the soft flesh there. You have what is needed to continue our species and it will be used to our advantage. Lucas didn't know what was going on, but a delightful haze clouded his mind as his stomach was opened by sharp claws, the tips reaching deep into his body and heating his insides pleasently. He was unmindful of the claws digging a shallow crevice and curling into a semblance of a fist. Warm liquid, smelling of copper and rotten flesh, flooded into the crevice and creating a pool. The clawed hand was slowly removed, caressing the outer rim of the wound almost lovingly. Lucas opened his eyes, a small, lazy smile gracing his lips for reasons unknown. The creature before him should have terrified him, made him try to escape surely, but his mind was too clouded in a thick fog to come up with any emotions but affection for the creature. The creature bent low, darting out a dark tongue and dipping into the black pool in Lucas, dragging it along the rim of the crevice, a soft, lulling purr coming from its bodice. Lucas purred back, reaching a sluggish hand up to his chest, slowly moving down to the crevice yet didn't touch inside. The creature purred again, encouraging Lucas to do what he wanted, but to remain as still as possible. With a shaking hand, Lucas dipped his fingertips into the shallow black pool, bringing them up to his lips and licking them clean. He had no idea what he was doing - his mind fogged over by the creatures overpowering presence while his more rational mind screamed at him to fight this creature and escape. He was powerless, the taste of the coppery black liquid - blood, his mind helpfully supplied - influencing him further. The pool of black blood was being absorbed by his body, slowly stitching the wound closed. The creature laved gently at the new scar on Lucas' stomach, purring contently. It was a scar of great honour and with the new blood now flowing freely in Lucas, it was nearly impossible for him to resist the changes and instincts he would soon have. One of us. The creature watched with glowing eyes as Lucas' back arched, a pitiful sound coming from his throat. Resist not the changes and instincts. It is needed to aid greatly in our survival. Lucas shivered violently, an overwhelming heat overcoming him. The pain was invisible as a great pleasure rocked his body, hardening his cock and forcing a pitiful whimper to escape his throat. The pleasure built until it became painful, yet kept growing and forcing more sounds from him. "Hurts..." The pain of pleasure is what gives satisfaction. Let it grow until the pain of it consumes you entirely; the pleasure will peak and you will be ready. Ready? Ready for what? In Lucas' hazed mind, being ready meant he'd get the release he was aching so painfully for. He let the pain build to unbearable levels, if only to get the release he was aching so terribly for. With the pain and pleasure on the forefront of his mind, he never knew of the changes his body was going through. He did, however, feel the gentle caress of a new presence slide over him like the finest silks, settling gently onto his aching body and soaking into his body like a sponge with water. He felt the changes overcoming his body, but he paid it no mind. The pleasure kept building, making it all the more painful to remain still and not grab himself and wank until his wrist was broken. Your pinnacle climbs fast. You will be ready very soon. A clawed hand gently ran down Lucas' body, feather-light and bringing the pleasure to new heights. The pleasure overrode the pain this time as the creature touched his weeping member, but soon cried out when he felt an almost agonising tightness curl around the base of his cock, forstalling release of any kind. What a waste it would have been. The clawed hand lovingly caressed Lucas, causing him to cry out. This will be needed, but not too soon. The more rigid your body becomes, the greater chance there is to keep you permanently. The hand moved lower, just shy of his entrance. Soon...very soon. Preparation is in order, however. Unknowingly, Lucas spread his legs as wide as he was allowed at the words, encouraging the creature to penetrate his body. His hands moved, holding his legs up and his arse open and exposed to the creature. The creature purred in pleasure, seeing Lucas so overcome with change and new instincts made the creature want to forget all and take Lucas here and now. However, it could not be the case. Lucas was needed for the survival of the creature's people and taking Lucas in such a manner would make him impure and unable to aid the creature. Liquid oozed over the creature's claws from misshapen hands, coating them thickly and thoroughly. It gazed at Lucas' hole, watched as fingertips innocently brushed against it, making him inhale sharply and his muscles to tense briefly before relaxing and aching for more. The position Lucas held himself in, however, wouldn't allow more that a simple brushing and the slighest tip of his fingers to briefly slide in before being rejected as if waiting for something else. Lucas' tips were lightly coated in a dark, cold wetness, making him curious and slide the tips of his fingers over his hole again. Enough. The creature leaned forward, brushing the very tips of his claws brush Lucas' exposed bottom. Preparation cannot be done by you, nor can release be your own. As the creature spoke, it easily slid in one claw and almost grinning at the eager way Lucas clenched around it as if wanting more. The creature could not deny Lucas and slowly slid in another claw, giving a hoarse chuckle at the easy way Lucas' body accepted and begged for more. Your preparation will be easy, indicating how easy it will be to take you. A third claw joined the first two, causing another hoarse chuckle from the creature's throat. The creature stretched its claws inside Lucas, marvelling at the easy acceptence Lucas' body gave him. The creature's curiosity was heightened. Already four claws were deep inside Lucas, yet Lucas was still begging for more, the pain non-existent to him. The pleasure had overwhelmed his senses, making him forget all else so long as the pleasure remained. Your body is willing and accepting. It will be a pleasure to take you. The creature curled its claws, scratching against Lucas' pleasure centre. The resulting wail from Lucas pleased the creature and scratched at Lucas' spot again and again, relishing the pleasured cries that resulted. The creature knew it was ripping Lucas' skin open, but the liquid from the creature's hands wouldn't be enough, nor would the instinctual preparation Lucas' body had provided. Blood was essential to aid in taking Lucas. Feeling the blood surrounding Lucas' passage, the creature slowly withdrew its claws. The pinnacle has been reached. When it has been done, you will be ours, aiding in bringing forth a new species to the world. Lucas had clenched down on the claws receding from his body, wishing they'd never be removed. He felt the blood coming from his hole, mixing with the liquid his body had provided. It was a pleasent mixture, making all his nerve endings go wild. He opened his eyes and gazed at the creature. It didn't register in his fogged mind that this creature would drastically change his being - all he cared for was release. With slow movements, the creature leaned forward and breached Lucas in one smooth move. Lucas cried out and clenched tightly around the creature, his body shivering. Release for the creature had no limits; when it was done, it was done. Forcing concentration, the creature leaned back slightly and gazed at Lucas; letting that be its concentration point as its member split into thick tentacles, letting them lengthen and thicken to impossible size and girth. They wriggled inside Lucas, stretching him to the breaking point and formed an oval shape, making an egg-like shape inside of the young male. The creature, seeing only pure pleasure on Lucas' face, shuttered its eyes and raised its head skyward as a keening growl was released from a cracked throat. Release meant pain rather than pleasure to the creature as its face contorted into great pain, releasing a long and thin pastel green embryo into Lucas; growing in size and girth as it settled inside Lucas' body. Feeling the embryo try to break past its tentacles, the creature allowed it to, enveloping the tentacles as it grew further. It was a wonder Lucas wasn't screaming in pain by now, but if he wasn't screaming, then he was the perfect choice. The embryo came to a shuddering halt in growth, grasping tightly to the tentacles before gently releasing them. It was done. Slowly, the creature removed itself from Lucas, staring at the stretched hole in wonder. For months, there had been unsuccessful times like these, watching another human scream in agony as the embryo rejected and ate the human. The creature watched as the embryo oozed out of Lucas' hole slightly, crawling over his balls and encircling his cock. It harded briefly before caressing Lucas into completion. Lucas felt the unknown ooze caressing his cock lovingly, but he didn't care; his orgasm washed over him, forcing a harsh cry from his throat, his body shuddering violently as he came long and hard. The embryo ooze captured Lucas' release, soaking it up like a dying man with water. The creature watched the ooze sink into Lucas' skin, leaving behind a slightly green sheen where the ooze was resting. As Lucas came down from his pleasure high, he knew something wasn't right. His arse felt incredibly full, his cock and balls felt like it was encased in a condom, and though he knew it wasn't right, he was comfortable with it all. One of us. Lucas hadn't realized he had released his legs until he sat up slightly and stared at the creature. A small smile graced his features as he lay back again, basking in the pleasurable glow he was in. He knew Rowen would go through what he went through. He knew that he was a host to a new breed of species that had been developed by idiots. He knew that the life he knew was gone. He knew that he was likely to die playing host to the new species, yet he knew they wouldn't let him go to waste in such a way. Idly, Lucas rubbed a hand over his stomach. His gaze flickered over to the creature before sighing softly and letting his hand wander lower curiously. "...Can it be touched?" The creature blinked. I do not understand. "What's inside me," Lucas emphasized. "Can it be touched?" It is you. You have all rights to touch yourself. The creature grinned at its own pun. Lucas chuckled softly and let his curiosity run, so to speak. His hand traveled lightly over himself, feeling the condom-like skin grasp his member tightly in retaliation. Lucas inhaled sharply, moving his hand over his balls and getting a similar reaction. Ignoring his own pleasure to sate his curiosity, Lucas slid his fingers over his hole, feeling the embryo inside him contract and shudder as if pleased it was being touched. The skin around his balls and member gripped him again as Lucas stroked his hole, reveling in the pleasure he was feeling. The embryo contracted and shuddered again, letting Lucas' fingers slide into himself as he was pleasured. Heat like no other suddenly enveloped Lucas' insides, giving way to scorching pleasure that reached every part of his body. Lucas moaned, his fingers sliding easily into his body, soon followed by his hand, cupping the embryo inside of him. The embryo tightened its hold on Lucas' member, swallowing the hand cupping it gently. Slowly, it expanded to a new size before halting and shuddering. The creature watched the display with glazed eyes. The interaction in which the embryo and Lucas held was rare. The embryo had grown again in a short time, making way for an early release. It was a good sign - a good sign, indeed. The embryo shuddered and grew again, expanding skywards, resulting in a quickly growing bulge in Lucas' stomach. The embryo sucked powerfully at Lucas' member, needing his release to keep growing. If it grew too fast without the host's release, they would both perish. Growth rate mattered not; the quicker it happened the more the host could be used and the more the host was used, the more valuable they became and the older they lived. The embryo shuddered and released Lucas' hand. Giving a few strokes to the embryo, Lucas lifted his hand and wrapped it around his aching member, spreading his legs wide and shivering. His other hand went to the bulge in his stomach, rubbing it as he was pleasured. Any second...there! Lucas arched his back and moaned loudly, pressing on the bulge in his stomach as his release was sucked away by the embryo. It greedily drank Lucas' release, expanding again with it. Lucas felt his stomach rise, but paid no mind. Only when it wouldn't stop is when he started getting a little worried. He opened his eyes and glanced at his bulging stomach, rubbing a hand over it once he saw how huge he was. One release more and it could be out. The creature ran a gentle hand over the large bulge of Lucas' stomach. One release more, you could add to our species and continue...but at a slower rate. "Would I be killed?" Lucas asked softly, feeling the skin on his member sucking at him again. "If I added more in too little time?" The creature nodded. Not all are immune to multiple additions. You are too precious to waste as such. The creature's hand rested atop Lucas' stomach, feeling the embryo gently shuddering at the feel of another, unknown, hand. Yet, it was accepted; the creature was the one who used Lucas as a host and the embryo knew that. Lucas gazed at the dark hand on his stomach, feeling the embryo shuddering against the feel of it. The embryo suckled Lucas' length, almost as if it were a kitten lapping at milk. The others times had been fast-paced with almost instant release - this was gentle, almost loving. Final release needs tender care. It was as if the creature was reading his mind. Lucas lay back and let the embryo suckle his length, alternating between tight and loose; wet and dry. Lucas grasped at nothing as he was slowly brought over the edge, chest heaving, hole aching and contracting. His release came suddenly, starting at his toes and slowly traveling through his entire body, peaking when the embryo slid almost briefly out of his hole and slid back in with a wet pop, brushing his prostrate. His release gave the embryo what it needed; it contracted tightly, starting up a slow shudder and became intense. It shrunk and expanded, giving Lucas more pleasure as his insides were brushed in such a way. Let it overcome you. The only way to add is to release naturally. Lucas really didn't like the sound of the word naturally, but let the changes wash over him. The embryo expanded, nearly tearing Lucas in two, but shrank before it could happen. It pulsed inside of Lucas, forcing changes Lucas had only heard about in Sci-fi movies and fanfictions. He felt his cock and balls shrink and sink into his body, feeling a hole being ripped open between his legs. He cried out, not only in pain, but the pleasure he was feeling to his body as the changes were happening. It was as if he wasn't meant to feel the pain, making him feel pleasure instead. He knew he was bleeding copious amounts. He knew this really wasn't supposed to happen - it was for Sci-fi movies and fanfiction only. Yet, he pushed it from his mind as he bent his knees and pressed his hands insistently against his bulging stomach. The embryo shuddered, its outer layer splitting and soaking into Lucas, marking his insides. A harsh layer of small hooks lay under the smooth outer layer, clinging to Lucas as he cried out and pushed at his stomach again as he felt the hooks sinking deeply into him. The hole that had been ripped open gaped widely, letting loose a small, sickly yellow shape smooth and oval before more slid out. One after another they came out until the embryo was empty. Slowly, the hooks became smooth, healing what had been done to Lucas' insides. Slowly, Lucas' body returned to normal, stomach smooth and flat, cock and balls returned. The previously ripped and gaping hole healed and vanished, leaving only a small white scar behind Lucas' balls. One of us. Chest still heaving, Lucas sat up and stared at the sickly yellow, yet smooth ovals. Seconds passed as - one by one - they disappeared. Not long after, Lucas had a strange sort of sense; he felt empty. Horribly so and that bothered him. He looked at the creature, who was grinning at him. Are you bothered that you are not full or that you are bothered by the fact of what had just happened? Lucas made a face, not wanting to tell the truth that he wanted to be filled again, that he wanted to keep adding to the new species...that he wanted to forever be their host. Worry not, young host. You will be filled again. The creature gestured for Lucas to lay back and Lucas did. He lifted his legs and exposed his hole, red and aching for more. The creature laughed joyously. A great decision we have made! You will release many of ours in your life. That said, the creature leaned forward and easily slid inside Lucas, purring at the feel of remnants caressing the creature, accepting and waiting for it to release another embryo inside. The release of the creature, though painful, brought great joy in knowing that Lucas wanted this and made the pain less on the creature. The creature split its member into tentacles, expanding and legthening them quickly, forming an oval shape and let his head fall back, looking skywards. Eyes shut tight, the creature slowly released another long and thin embryo, wanting to prolong the process this time so everything was felt. The cool slide of the embryo entring Lucas felt amazing to both parties - the slow expansion gave way to anticipation. It engulfed the creatures tentacles, smoothly caressing and swallowing them in a loving manner. With the process finished, the creature slowly slid out of Lucas, letting the embryo further expand inside Lucas as the creature's tentacles - a mind of their own, reached forth and grasped Lucas' weeping member. Pleasure! Intense pleasure engulfed the pair as the creature's tentacles swallowed Lucas' member, sliding it inside of the creature and pleasuring it in ways it had never felt before. The creature pressed down on Lucas' member, snarling as it suckled Lucas' member roughly. Lucas cried out, hips canting upwards and into the rough suction, shuddering as he felt the creature's tentacles lengthening to reach up to Lucas' nipples and down into his hole next to the growing embryo. One tentacle waved enticingly on Lucas' lips, invading his mouth when he tentatively opened his mouth. The creature shuddered, pressing down on Lucas' member as Lucas sucked at the tentacle in his mouth. Their release came suddenly, bursting out when the embryo oozed out and caressed both parties and suckling roughly at all it could reach. Lucas released inside of the creature while the creature simply shuddered and removed itself from Lucas soon after. Lucas slowly opened his eyes, feeling the embryo gently encase his cock and balls in the condom-like skin and became still. Already, there was a bulge to his stomach - a result in the activities that just happened. Lucas sat up, scratching at his hair. "What now?" You return to the living. The embryo will slowly grow within you as you live. The creature pinned Lucas with its harsh eyes. I will find you. ~-~ Lucas was suddenly jerked awake. He sat up quickly, looking around. Rowen was asleep beside him, tear tracks on his face. Joshua was nowhere to be seen, making Lucas oddly happy he wasn't in the room. He had remembered that he wanted to kill Joshua, but he was influenced into thinking that. Quickly and quietly, Lucas got up from the bed and wandered into the bathroom to relieve himself. His hands had gone to his stomach, rubbing at the small bulge there. Absentmindedly, his eyes wandered and found a mirror, widening at what he saw. His skin, usually a healthy tan, was now deathly pale, his arms and legs a dark purple and reflecting the light. An intricate tribal tattoo covered his left bicep in neon green ink while his right bicep held a small tribal tattoo in neon blue ink, close to his shoulder. He didn't hear Rowen entring the bathroom, but he started when Rowen spoke. "We have got to talk." ~TBC~ |