1 comments/ 21298 views/ 10 favorites Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 02 By: adrammalech Chapter 02 – Lessons Groggily awakening, Isaac was aware of bright sunlight filling the room. He felt dimly guilty, and it occurred to him that he might have overslept. His eyes lazily made their way to his clock radio. 10:05am. *Shit. I did oversleep.* With a jolt of willpower, Isaac made his arm toss back the covers, and he slowly sat up, facing out toward the window. He'd had the most fucked-up dream. There had been this spaceship, and he- "Oh good, you're up." He recognized the voice before he even turned to see her; still, he automatically faced her. Ävhip-ñall Solclaá – known to him as Nall – was naked on the other side of his bed, laying on her front with her feet up in the air, her upper body resting on her elbows and her breasts suspended below, ample cleavage not at all hidden by the sheets. Her bright red skin was just as he recalled, brilliant and eye-catching, with highlights of orange and yellow spread around seemingly at random like so many complicated birthmarks, and small teal spots in innocuous locations. She had one of his books in front of her, a big 'Unexplained Incidents and Mysteries' coffee-table piece his older sister had bought him for Christmas a couple years ago. It had been collecting dust on his bookshelves for years now, never opened; she was into that stuff, but he wasn't. Isaac could only manage to croak one syllable. "Nall." "That's me." Nall kept reading, a banana in her other hand. The skin of it looked mangled, like she'd never peeled one before and had resorted to brute force. He glanced down and saw that he, too, was as naked as she was, and – finally confirming his wild experience hadn't been a dream – he saw his dick was still the giant size she'd forced it to grow to with her mysterious 'quarkware'. "You're in my *house*." She put the banana down, and closed the book. Rolling off the bed, she walked around its base and towards him. "And you were in my spaceship. We're bonded now, right? We'll be living together. It'll be like being married. The imnir had marriage too." Approaching him, Nall kissed his throat, as she seemed to like doing. "Anyway, I need you to come now." "What? Where are we going?" She sighed. "English. I need you to *come*." Her hand went immediately to his cock, the pole instantly responding to her touch. A shudder went through his body at being so easily manipulated, but from the moment she was in contact with him, he knew his cock belonged to her. She looked into his eyes as she held his length in a hand. "It's part of the process. I'll make you come many times in the next couple days." Another pulse, and his cock hardened further. She said it clinically, and he worried at what the 'process' was. Nall slid downward, falling into a kneeling position. With both hands, she gently stroked his engorged manhood – quickly reaching its new maximum size. He hadn't yet measured it, but it looked to be almost a foot long – and much thicker. She'd mentioned in the ship that she had more than tripled its mass. *How?*, he wondered; if he knew his science, wouldn't she have had to take that mass from something else? *Maybe some other part of my body?* His mind reeled in horror for a moment, then he reined himself in. *Wait, she did the same thing when she laid all those eggs. They just seemed to grow inside her, and make her stomach real big like that, but that only took what, maybe fifteen minutes? She doesn't seem to have lost weight now after laying them – and she doesn't have much weight to lose...* He lost his train of thought as her lips passed over the crown of his dick, the massive pole opening her jaws wide as she took more and more into her mouth. He held his breath for a moment, then let out a loud sigh as warm, slick wetness laved his cock, and he felt her hands on his hips, maneuvering him and herself into a better position. He was soon leaning down somewhat and her throat was lined up directly with her mouth around his dick; he watched in amazement, and felt an incredible sensation as more of his cock disappeared inside her. Hot, tight wetness surrounded the end of his prick as it entered further; she was now truly deep-throating him, and betraying even his expectations she soon bottomed out – her red button nose touching against the spot where his pubic hair had once stood before she had made it all mysteriously vanish. His hips involuntarily began a slow fucking motion, his feet moving up and down in a gradual up-and-down tiptoe as he made love to her throat. Isaac braced his hands against the side of the mattress, spreading his legs a little wider to let him thrust harder. She accommodated him, bending down a little lower and never breaking her vacuum hold on his cock. *She might treat me poorly, he thought, but she seems to take a lot of care around my cock...* the passing though vanished as he bottomed out again, watching his dick disappear into the bright red woman's lips and mouth. Isaac didn't want to admit it, but he was quickly developing a fetish for her unusual appearance; the contrast of his tanned skin against her mysterious, otherworldly colors was alluring and sensual. It helped that she looked damn near exactly like a human, down to having the same equipment as any human female. He made a mental note to quiz her on why the hell they were such a perfect match, her having allegedly come from a species from some other galaxy. What were the chances, even on that scale? He vaguely recalled her explaining that, but the reason she'd given had been forgotten. Nall's hands reached up and took his heavy balls each into a hand, gently kneading them and tickling the bare skin of his scrotum. She seemed quite passive now, allowing him to do most of the work – and his hips unthinkingly obliged her, pumping in and out of her mouth at a gradually increasing pace. He slowed down with an act of will, wanting at least to draw it out; she seemed to notice and opened her eyes, giving him a vaguely impatient glare. Not caring, Isaac took his time, and then decided to change positions. He took her head in his hands and laid her out flat, her eyes questioning him. He let his cock slip out of her mouth for a moment, and spun around atop her. Nall had barely had time to ask what he was doing before his massive dick was hanging over her face once again, glistening with her spittle; she didn't hesitate and took it back into her mouth, now upside-down, and bobbed her head up and down somewhat while his hips also moved to their own beat. Isaac was rewarded in this new position with an up-close and personal inspection of Nall's pussy. He hadn't gotten a chance to indulge his curiosity on the ship; he'd seen – and felt – this same pussy release many round, grey eggs. Her lips were shaped a little differently than he recalled from the two other women's folds he'd been this close to before, but Nall's weren't so different as to be obviously alien. The bright red of her skin extended to her outer lips, staining the pink of her insides with a reddish tinge. The extremities, and the tip of her clit, were tipped with yellow patterning, the same kind that was under her eyes and on her hands and feet. It intrigued him that an alien would have damn near exactly the same equipment as a human, yet have such a radically different way of giving birth. His thinking mind – while not any kind of biology expert – couldn't make sense of it. His not-so-thinking mind just wanted to find out what her wildly colored pussy tasted like. He took an exploratory lick, and she didn't taste quite like human women did; it was distinctly different, sort of like black licorice, but tangy and very natural. It wasn't unpleasant, he decided. He heard her moan around his dick as he focused more attention on her, probing his fingers inside her and taking some licks at her clit. After more experimentation, Isaac was confident that making love to Nall was basically the same as making love to a human woman, and he could use all of his experience and tricks. He began to trace lazy, strange shapes with his tongue all over her clit and pussy, enjoying himself and sending his fingers inside her at random intervals, teasing and exciting her. He could tell she was vaguely displeased at him focusing on her so much instead of his own orgasm – *probably not what she had planned for her 'process'* – but the thought only excited him more as he elicited more of a reaction out of the manipulative and powerful alien. When he suckled on her clit for longer, he felt a long and deep moan emanate from Nall. It was strong enough that he felt it resonate in his cock, the vibration stimulating him and making him want to thrust his hips more. She noticed and redoubled her own effort, seizing the chance to make him finally lose it. Caught off guard, Isaac's body betrayed him; pleasure surged at the base of his pole, his balls began to tighten, and her slick tongue and throat moved up and down over his dick even as he stopped his hips to try and contain his explosion. It was inevitable, and she was ultimately in control. He felt the pulses begin, and his mind was overwhelmed as his new, super-sized, energized and much more pleasurable and sensitive organ did what it was made to do – pump enormous amounts of semen. He gasped, moving his face away from her folds momentarily as his mind was washed away with each blast of come also frying his mind and wiping out conscious thought. Isaac felt load after load empty into Nall's throat, and she swallowed it all greedily. Coming down, he realized her pussy was still completely exposed in his face – and whether or not she wanted to pretend her only goal was for him to blow his load for this 'process', the wetness and heat of her pussy belied her body's desire. With his cock still dribbling out a slow stream of his last supplies of come, he attacked her pussy again with fury. This time, he didn't tease or experiment, going solely for the maximum stimulation in the shortest possible time. He inserted three fingers and twisted them all round, nibbling, sucking, and kissing her clit, and pressing it with his thumb like a button. Her hips bucked, and her knees gathered up against his sides. Looking down, he could see she had been overwhelmed herself, and he felt his cock slip out of her mouth; a few final drops of gooey come dripped out onto her chest as she moaned out loud, her arms going out to her sides and bunching up the throw rug they were making love upon in her fingers. "Ah! You – ah! We're done, you ca – Ahhh!" Not willing to listen, Isaac mentally dared her to stop him. Nothing happened, and he continued his assault. With his fingers, he felt a tiny pulse that he knew wasn't from his own motion; he focused on it and timed his attention to it, making the pulse grow. She had gone silent, and glancing down he could see her mouth was wide open, though he couldn't get a good look as she'd arched up her back and her dark nipples were pressing slightly against his abdomen. Her left hand slapped again and again on the hardwood, the rug having been thrown up and disheveled in an unthinking moment of bliss. He puckered his lips into an exaggerated kiss and sucked hard on her clit, pressing his fingers inside her, and he was rewarded; he felt her orgasm with certainty as her body shook and twisted beneath him. The sensuous undulations of her red body put a gentle stir back into his own dick, though he knew he wouldn't be going for a second round for a while. Nall continued to come beneath him, and he let up and simply watched it happen, enjoying the sight of her waist and pussy wiggle around, entrapped by his arms. He'd felt her strength, and knew she could fling him up in the air if she wanted to – but she contained it, or somehow otherwise left her physical power at something approaching the natural amount. Soon she had come down, and slowly drew breaths beneath him. He rolled off and sat up, and was met with her glare while she remained lying flat. He enjoyed the sight of her breasts somewhat pancaked, but still looking delicious, and smiled down at her despite her obvious anger. "That was unnecessary." Nall glowered. "Too bad. Poor you." He gave her a fake, overconfident grin. She shook her head and suddenly did a kippup, surprising him. Nall looked down and saw the dabs of come remaining on her breasts and upper chests; she wiped them up with her finger, then licked them off. Standing above him, she pointed with her thumb out the door. "Come on out into the primary room. You need to eat, I imagine. Your body is changing inside and will need nutrition." He shuddered, not liking that she had done as she pleased to his insides without asking or even explaining to him what was going on. Regardless, she was correct – he was starving. Isaac stood up, and Nall picked up the book she'd left on the floor, trying to find her page and then becoming distracted with another entry. "Okay. And it's the living room, or den, or just the big room, not the 'primary room'." He stopped for a moment to fish out a pair of boxer briefs and linen pants and a shirt, his typical around-the-house loungewear. As he threw them on, he noticed they were tighter than usual. Not just around his waist, but his whole body – either he somehow shrank all of his clothes accidentally with the last washload, or he'd gotten bigger overall... from his recollection from the ship, and looking at himself now, he was definitely bigger. Before he could think it through, his stomach growled, and he caught Nall rolling her eyes as he buttoned up his shirt. Ignoring her, he went back out into the den and then to the kitchen of his condo. He'd done the whole place up in one trip to Crate and Barrel, all basic patterns, simple geometric shapes, and hard angles – though over the two years since he'd bought the place, his taste had drifted away from the style. Everything was either white, black, or a light woodgrain. Isaac grabbed milk from the fridge, and two packets of oatmeal out of the pantry, then changed his mind and made it five packets. He was *hungry*. Some part of his mind noted that the pantry seemed awful sparse, but he could have sworn he'd just gone grocery shopping two days ago. Mixing up his breakfast, he stuck the bowl in the microwave, and then a thought occurred to him; he began to shuffle through things, looking for something. Nall had found her way to the kitchen bar and was sitting up on a stool, her head resting in one elbow – her dark red skin and markings a massive contrast to the condo's décor. She looked bored. As he found was he was looking for, he hit the power button, and was rewarded with the Apple logo. *Good, it's still charged.* "What's that?" Nall asked from the side, flailing the banana weakly from side to side in her hand. She seemed to enjoy watching the mangled skin fly back and forth. "My cell phone." "Phone, phone, phone..." She wracked her brain. "A kind of communications device... Who are you contacting?" The idle boredom in her voice was replaced with a hard edge. "My boss. Telling him I'm late for work." It seemed an utterly mundane concern, but he knew it would be serious enough if he ignored it for long – crazy red sex alien living in his house or not. "Don't bother." "Yes bother. This is important. This house? These clothes? That banana?" He gestured at her with the phone. "I need my job to pay for these things. I don't know how the economy works on Planet Nall, but around here we have to work for a living." He found his boss's speed-dial. *Devon is going to blow his top...* "I said, don't bother. You already quit, and I told you I would take care of you." His world stopped for a moment. "I already quit...?" He said it flatly, but the question was unmistakable – apparently even to an alien. "Pretty sure I didn't do that before I left. What did you do?" "You did. Your assistant stopped in earlier. I had her help me with a few things. She prepared and delivered your 'resignation letter', as I understand it, and you're now no longer tied up with all that." She took another bite of the banana. "Why the –" He sputtered, and almost broke the phone in his hand before stopping himself. "Oh, so your 'mission' isn't just to screw with my cock and my mind, it's to ruin my career too." Rage boiled in him, at both his situation, and the possibility she used the same mind-bending powers on Clara as she had used on him. He gave her a huge fake smile, opening his palms. "Oh well! It'll be fine! Especially in this day and age, with jobs for everyone! When your idea goes to hell, they'll just let me back in, no questions asked!" She frowned at his sarcastic anger. "I wouldn't have done this without securing everything you need first. By the way, you're a gifted inventor, it's made you significant money in the last few days." She gave a furtive sidelong glance, looking subversive. It took him a couple seconds to figure out; he remembered Nall was from an apparently quite advanced, spacefaring alien species. "Really. Jog my memory, what did I 'giftedly' invent?" He tilted his head, keeping his giant fake smile. "Some incrementally better kinds of insulation for various niche construction purposes. A new method of alloying titanium to iron and bauxite. A better variant of miniature antenna geometry. A way to turn a lithium-chromium alloy into a foam you can spray. A cheap way to manufacture safe aerogel. Three radar-absorbent polymer formulas. Couple other things. The next batch goes on the market automatically in four days, and the batch after that two weeks later. " She took a final bite, finishing the banana. "I sold the patents through a 'lawyer'," she seemed to twist around the word, "so your identity is protected and you won't have to worry about the details." "You've been awful busy." He folded his arms, and the microwave beeped. Furious though he was, he couldn't ignore the maddening emptiness of his stomach, and he greedily removed the oatmeal and continued talking through large bites. "I seem to recall you being flabberghasted at our medieval planet. You got over that quick." Nall nodded. "I spent most of the last six days learning everything about yo-" "Six days!" He shouted, almost dropping the bowl. "Well, yes. You needed time for the changes to work their way through you. I wasn't sure how long it would all take – though I admit I thought it would only be fifty or sixty hours." He took another bite of his oatmeal, too famished to ignore his hunger even with the stunning revelation. A thought occurred to him. "But wouldn't I die, being out that long without medical care? Did you feed me when I was asleep?" "Sort of. I ate first, and my body turns it into a kind of gel. Then..." Her hand went to one of her breasts, and her fingers squeezed the dark red tip of her nipple. A tiny squirt of white milk shot out. His eyes went wide, stunned. "You're kidding." He glanced at her bored expression, then back at the well-shaped breast. "Well, eventually you'd need to wake up. There's certain nutrients I can't transfer, and your body would eventually absorb too many imnir sulfur-based blood structures. In another day I would've had to find some way to bring in a human doctor. But – that's why you're so hungry now, because your body has to catch up. And if you knew what was going on inside your body, you might be a little more grateful. I'm putting a lot of work into you." She pointed, more at his chest and abdomen than at his face. "Oh, okay." Isaac counted off on his fingers. "Like making me your slave, turning my cock into your personal toy – and now probably ruining my life?" "Like adding redundancy and failsafes to your internal organs, reinforcing your skeleton with pico-wire mesh, and laying the foundation for the more obvious physical stuff that will come later." He stopped, not having known about any of this. Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 02 "What do you mean? Making this bigger wasn't all of it?" He waved a hand at the flaccid cock hanging down his left pants leg; even soft it was still somewhat visible through the pants he wore. *I'm probably going to need to buy new clothes...* As he'd worn the clothes around for a couple minutes, he was becoming more aware that she really had increased his body's general muscle mass. It had been harder to tell before, but with his old clothes on, he definitely felt a tighter fit. "Of course not. That was just the most basic part; a long, thick penis that ejects the maximum amount of semen as often as possible has the highest chance of producing a viable impregnation. It turned out you were more than just viable – you're actually perfect, more than I ever hoped for." She smiled, folding her arms and leaning forward on them, letting her breasts hang down pleasantly onto the countertop. "Is that what you meant on the ship, about 'perfect DNA'?" "Oh, you remembered. That's only part of it. I picked you because you were free of any genetic defects, even recessive ones. Analysis from orbit said that would be almost impossible to find, but I got lucky. Then, though, I was talking about your role as the Patriarch and how your DNA might interact with the eggs you'll be making women lay. Right now, I was talking about the changes to your own body. You're only going to get better." Despite his contained rage, his cock swelled in anticipation. He finished the massive bowl of oatmeal, and grabbed an apple out of the fridge as well, taking a big bite. "Putting the loss of my job to one side..." In reality, he wasn't *that* furious with her about the job, though he was still pissed off that she had just decided she could do as she wished with his life. His job as a company strategist – officially, 'VP of Projects" – was a dead end, and he had enough inside knowledge of the company and experience in the logistics field to know that – more than just his own position – Grand Courier Inc. itself was doomed. Isaac had had his resume fielded for two months before now, and he was actively searching for another job; he knew he had a lot to offer, and he honestly believed – ego or not – that part of the reason for Grand Courier's failure was the board's inability to take Isaac's advice. He'd joined when the company had just started up a little over a year ago, a particularly rich man he'd never actually met having bought part of a collapsing freight and warehousing corporation and trying to turn it into his springboard to a personal empire. Isaac had been convinced to join up by another unemployed friend who was coming on board, the two having worked together in the past – but now they both shared the same dreary outlook of Grand Courier's future. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. "Putting the loss of the job to one side – what do you mean, you spent the last six days learning about me?" "Just that. I looked through everything about you, and learned a lot about Earth in the process. I still want to keep my time in public to a minimum, so you'll stay here with me until I'm clear enough on human culture." He grumbled, angry that he was somehow grounded like a high-school kid just because Nall was too scared to go outside. "Nall – um, I don't know how to break this to you. You could become an expert on human culture and still stand out." He pursed his lips. Nall glanced down at herself, shamelessly nude and bright red, then back at Isaac. "Don't worry about that, I have something in mind." "I don't think the 'skin condition' excuse will fly." She didn't seem to understand it was a joke. "I considered that, but there's no medical conditions on file that could reasonably explain this appearance. So, I have to give it up." She sighed. "What, are you like a chameleon?" Isaac took another bite of his apple. "Chameleon... Oh. There's something like those on Avoch too. Was. No, I mean there's a way to make me look like a regular human. Finish eating and rest for a while. I'll make you come again when you're ready." She said it so easily, like she was talking about making him a sandwich. "I think after blowing my load like that, you might have to wait a week or two." Isaac's cock felt spent. "It only seems like that right now. I told you, your body has been changing. Once it's done, you won't be able to go more than a couple hours without coming at least that hard." His cock pulsed again, its semi-erect status moving a little further towards erection. She flung herself into his office chair in the far corner, and busied herself looking something up on the internet. Isaac sighed. "I'm going to go check the mail." "Fine. Remember, we're bonded. You can't escape." She didn't even face him to say it. *Bitch...* Isaac grabbed some pants and a shirt from a closet, tossing them on and putting on his walking sandals. He stepped outside his condo for the first time in what was apparently almost a week. It was a nice enough day, maybe sixty degrees out and clear, with a little wind. He rode the elevator down to the ground floor, and there were a couple people he recognized coming and going through the lobby; there was Sheri and her two kids from the third floor, and there was Daniel, the bank manager from the eighth floor, and there was Eric – who Isaac had begun to suspect was some kind of bourgeoisie drug dealer. Isaac chose not to speak to anybody – he knew better than anyone how utterly bizarre his life had just become, and even putting on his best act, he knew he wasn't a good enough liar that someone astute or who knew him wouldn't catch on to him being a little weird at the moment. Here and now, in a normal and familiar environment without Nall around, he realized for the first time that he felt somehow *different* too, and not in reference to the increased weight of the cock hanging between his legs. His thoughts didn't exactly match up to the personality he remembered having; it was subtle and he couldn't put his finger on it, but the more he focused on it, the more he was certain it wasn't just the stress and craziness that Nall had put him through. Something else inside him had been... changed. *Nall.* Isaac felt certain she'd been mucking around with more than just his body. Grabbing the heaping stack of mail from his lockbox, Isaac rode the elevator back up, fuming. Not even five minutes had passed when he barged back in, Nall glancing at him sideways for a moment before returning to the computer. He shut the door and locked it, tossing the mail down on the small desk by the door. Isaac walked up behind Nall and folded his arms. "What are you doing to my head?" He put as much force in it as he could muster. Nall slowly turned back to him, eyes narrow. A smile broke across her face. "You noticed, then. That's good. It's working." "What is working?" Isaac was finished with Nall's incomplete answers. "Let's sit down together." She nodded to the couch. Barely tolerant of the delay, Isaac sat bolt upright on the love seat, his arms still folded in front of him. In contrast, Nall laid out in a lounging position on the full-size couch at right angles to his love seat, crossing her legs and not bothering to cover anything. "You're becoming the salvation of the imnir race. Really, get over yourself. You have no idea how much good you're doing." "Good I'll never see. All I know is you just keep taking more and more away." "And you still find it in you to try and make me come too." She smiled, this time without any of the mystery or evil in it. "I'm glad I chose you, Isaac." He faltered, not expecting such honesty from her. She reached out with one hand, resting it on his knee. "And so what if it's good you'll never see? That doesn't make it not real. My people died. The whole imnir race. I'm not even really imnir anymore, I'm something else." She looked away, staring at an indeterminate point far beyond the ceiling panels. "I'll never see the good of it either, you know." "What do you mean?" "This was a one-way trip, Isaac. I can't ever go home; there isn't enough power on Earth that could twist up a warp bridge strong enough to send a quarkware vessel all the way back to my galaxy – not that there's anything left to go home to. I'm also forgetting Sõrlacc. I told you, copying your language center overwrote my own. I only know Sõrlacc about as well as..." Nall did some mental math. "As well as a four-year-old human would know English, about. And it's getting worse. Eventually it'll all be gone. I've been trying to write down, in English, things from Sõrlacc I don't want to lose. How to say my name, my parents' names, my hometown, hello, goodbye, that kind of thing." She sighed. "The imnir homeworld – and no, it's not named Planet Nall, it was called Avoch – was both like and unlike Earth. It had much the same environment, evolutionary steps, ecology niches. That's why we're similar enough to mate... well, that's half of it. Does this planet's schooling and science have the theory of convergent evolution?" "I think so. I heard the term before, anyway. Something about bats and birds." He surprised himself with the clarity of the recollection; at the same moment, he realized it did go a ways – but certainly not the whole way – toward explaining human and imnir being so close to identical. "Bats... birds... oh, two winged creatures. It's a good example of two completely different kinds of creatures evolving similar features – wings and flight, I mean – independently. It's sort of like that between humans and imnir, though we're even more distinct than bats and birds are. DNA is the most common way that hydrocarbon-based life at this energy level chooses to organize itself. Given a roughly similar amount of water, sunlight, and chemicals, life evolves roughly the same way, and produces roughly similar niches – just not the exact same creatures. "I looked up some paleontology from Earth. They think that wings evolved several times – like you said, both bats and birds evolved wings independently of one another, at different times, but they otherwise do the same things, eat the same food, hunt the same creatures. They both had the same need, and found similar evolutionary solutions. Something real similar happened on Avoch with gasbugs." "Okay, but the analogy goes to hell after that. A bat can't get it on with a bird and have it lay bat eggs." She frowned and waved a hand. "That's a... weird metaphor. I know where you're going, but let me finish. Like I said, the convergent evolution thing only covers half of it. Nobody really expected to find a perfect copy of ourselves across the cosmos that we could directly mate with. The chances, even over fifteen million years and searching several galaxies, are nonexistent. All we needed was a species with a reproductive system that was similar enough to our own, that could be adapted to lay eggs." She turned back toward the ceiling, tracing meandering imaginary patterns in the air with a finger. "There's a crazy number of planets with life on them, but not every planet with a complex chemical breakdown on its surface produces life. Those that do, tend to have one of nine specific sets of circumstances – certain chemicals in abundance, ambient temperature, radiation saturation, and level of energy available. Humans and imnir are in the same set, the high-temperature hydrocarbon band." She took a breath and continued. "The imnir planet, though, had those same chemicals, but had a very different situation otherwise." "Why, how was it on Avoch?" "Earth has it easy. It's the biggest object in its own orbit, with neatly orbiting moon with more than 2% of the planet's mass - all orbiting just one star, in a nice circle. A year is damn near exactly 365.25 days long, every year, every century. Kind of boring, really. "Avoch was on an elliptical orbit around a yellow dwarf, which itself had an irregular fifteen-year orbit around a binary pair. Avoch occasionally swapped positions with the other moon that shared an orbit with it, which meant we had to swap calendars every two and a half Earth years. The white dwarf in the binary pair accreted a lot of matter off the yellow main sequence star, and it every three thousand years or so it would build up too much pressure and explode. You call them novas." Isaac nodded, though it was all far too much to take in. "Avoch had a very strong electromagnetic field, which protected it from the brunt of the radiation blasts when the white dwarf in the pair would go off. The white dwarf usually went off when Sondrir – the yellow star – was very far away from Avoch and the gas giant it orbited, but on rare occasions Sondrir would be at perihelion when the white dwarf went off. The electromagnetic field was just barely powerful enough to protect most of the planet's life even at those rare times Avoch took it point-blank, I guess you could say." "Okay..." "Well, we imnir are like you humans, really good at finding new and interesting ways to wipe each other out." She paused for a few moments. "Nuclear warheads didn't just get used a couple times, like here. There were a total of one hundred and eighty one nuclear warheads that went off during the Three Wars. That was just the big ones, the smaller tactical kind got used all over the place. The oxygen-methane balance in the ocean destabilized, which wasn't something anyone understood until it was too late. It ripped up the outer atmosphere's conductive layer and weakened the magnetic shell. The shield that protected the world from nova radiation was gone, and wouldn't come back for a couple thousand years. They'd known that Bando was scheduled to go off during the next close approach of Avoch, and we all thought it just be a big light show... until then." She closed her eyes. "There was no way anyone would survive. Best estimates said everything short of deep underground bacteria would die within a single day of exposure to the nova's radiation; even people in underground habitats would just die slowly and painfully instead of quickly. We had three years' warning. Most people just went crazy. Nations went to war for insane reasons, about a third of the four billion imnir died from that and disease before we were two years out. Who knows how many committed suicide, nobody could keep track. Anyway, the two strongest nations, Zoucch and Isoh, had a big space presence – even some off-world permanent bases – but even with three years of dedicated effort, there was no way to get a significant number of people off Avoch in that time. The offworld outposts and bases were too small and new to survive without Avoch's support anyway." She folded her hands under her head. "So the project got started by Talas, the nation-sort-of-thing I was part of, and later Zoucch and Isoh gave us the last of their resources too. I don't think the project ever got named. Probes would be launched in all directions, programmed to look for planets in our life band, trying to find a suitable planet with everything we'd need to survive. The first idea was, hey, we can use this quarkware we just found to record our bodies and minds, then have machines reconstruct us on this other planet once they've set up there. Didn't work. They tested it." She stopped. "You don't want to know how that ended. It... made a bad situation worse. You can't just create sentient life fully formed, even with quarkware." Isaac's arms had involuntarily fallen to his sides, wrapped up in the story. She went on. "It was four months until the end at that point, and the team was desperate. Someone figured that, somewhere out there, in the infinite hugeness of the universe, there *has* to be a species similar enough to us that we can use a little quarkware to bridge the gap and make it possible for them to help us repopulate imnir the natural way. Well, natural in a very loose sense. "Imnir don't normally lay eggs, or hatch out of them, of course; it was something they came up with as a compromise, to use the other species – in this case, humans – to create living imnir, but separate them early enough that they come out still *as* imnir. It also lets us produce a lot more imnir at a time. So that was the plan. To do it, they needed to make a purpose-built quarkware vessel. They came up with the design, and I volunteered to be a prototype; I was picked to be the first. What I guess nobody realized until the last minute – they were in such a rush – was that they'd screwed up the math bigtime. The amount of energy required to create a metastable quarkware vessel was off by three orders of magnitude." Isaac was quickly losing track, which she seemed to sense and backed up in the story. "Basically, they thought they had enough power to create an army of vessels like me. It turned out, it took absolutely everything the remaining generators could pump out – up to four days until the end – to just make me." She smiled faintly, but he could see the pain in it. Despite himself, his anger was melting. "The process changed me, of course, even more than I'm changing you. They only kept me active long enough to make sure everything worked, then they put me in stasis. Two days before the nova was to go off, they sealed me in an extreme-depth underground vault, along with a modified freighter also in stasis, the computer with its entanglement comm array, and the big warp bridge assembly. "The bridge was by far the biggest one ever built, they weren't even sure it would work on that scale. I guess it did. They'd only figured out warp bridging just before the last war. The probes were all set to operate for millions of years, reporting back with QE communications to the computer with what they found. When a probe finally found something, all the way out here in your galaxy, the computer figured it was finally a go. It warped the ship, me inside it, all the way to here. It almost certainly blew itself out in the process. When I use the tubes from the ship, I send the eggs back to the robot base that's been waiting on one of the other hospitable worlds they found early on, and it'll keep them all in stasis until it reaches a critical number, then begin hatching them." Isaac was silent for a time, his hands on his knees; without realizing he had closed his hand over hers. "What's the critical number?" "Eight hundred thousand." Isaac gaped. Eight hundred *thousand* eggs? "...though I want to send even more. As many as we can. Don't worry, like I said, it won't be four or five at a time. If you do what you did do to me with a fertile human female that I've fiddled with a bit, she should fill up with a hundred or more eggs at a time." "Won't that... hurt her?" "No. I'm not a monster, Isaac. The process will actually fortify their health, and I can fuzz out their memories so they don't remember the whole experience." "Oh... uh... neat." Isaac was still trying to digest the massive amount of information. "I'll show you something." Nall went over and fished around behind the far couch for a moment, and he heard some clinking sounds. She produced a small object, like a TV remote. She pressed a couple buttons on it, then looked at him. "I probably shouldn't show you this, but I want you to trust me. So... here's me." She pressed another button on the device. Suddenly a flat display was hovering in the air, depicting a reddish person – sort of. There was a definite resemblance to Nall, and the odd coloration was about the same. The shape of her whole head was off, her mouth a little too wide, and the torso was shaped oddly – a sort of grapefruit form. All of her limbs were more spindly, and there were only four clawed digits on each hand instead of five. Her knees were jointed backwards instead of forwards, and she was hefting what appeared to be a tote bag at her side. In the background were a couple other similar creatures, in what seemed to be some kind of public gathering – almost like a mall's food court. Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 02 "Cute little lass, wasn't I?" Isaac's gaze went back to Nall. "That's you?" "Yeah, back in my Navy days, before the Three Wars. I didn't have many good pictures of myself, I became something of a hermit after the wars started and I spent most of my time in space. This was about the best one." Isaac didn't mention that he didn't see anything best about it. "So how..." "The Ark, of course. I told you – we knew there was no way we'd find some identical species to ourselves out there. We just needed one with a really similar reproductive system, and the Ark could bridge the gap. After the ship got here, while I was still asleep, it set to changing my whole body to look human – to facilitate myself mating with humans, of course. It sorted out an aggregate image of a beautiful human female and made me look like that; I'm only still colored like an imnir because of some leftover chemistry, and because... never mind." Isaac's eyebrow perked, but Nall blew past the unasked question. "Internally I'm somewhere in between human and imnir. It imprinted my motor control center with something similar to a female human athlete's, so I wouldn't be stumbling around and losing my balance for months. Then, in my head, it overwrote what I found attractive with images of humans – males and females – and the Ark decided I was ready, so here I am." "What was 'never mind' about?" Isaac folded his arms again. Nall was silent for a minute or so. "If you *must* know, well, the Ark couldn't finish because it found inside me that I wanted to keep something of who I was, okay?" She looked back at him. "So, are you ready to stop fighting?" Isaac considered for a while. "Nope." Her face suddenly turned angry. "I should have guessed." She shut off the image in the air. "Don't blame me. I listened to your whole crazy story." "It doesn't matter. We're bonded, I'm in control. I like you, Isaac, but *don't test me*. I want you to enjoy this. I don't want to fight you every step of the way." Isaac shrugged. "Sorry. I guess I'm an ass." He gave a wan smile. "Fine." She stared at him for a moment, focusing. Isaac froze, suddenly afraid of what she might do. "Isaac... you're going to go out for a walk. Take a look through the other residents of this hab structure, see who might make a good candidate. Any young and fertile female is ideal. Come back and make me a list." The idea sunk into his mind, obtuse and against the grain of his thoughts – but he stood up anyway, obeying the order. His mind resettled itself around the command, and he knew it wasn't really what he wanted to do, but he was helpless to stop it. He chuckled to himself at her calling it a 'hab structure' while he went back outside, and began to idly meander through the halls. He passed a couple young women, some attractive, some he knew, some he didn't. Passing by the fitness center, he noticed several young women pedaling or jogging away, taking note of those he knew and committing to memory the faces of those he didn't. Isaac inevitably began to imagine himself fucking them, using his mammoth dick to make them wail, and pouring his seed inside them. He imagined watching their bellies swell, eggs growing inside them; his cock began to stir to life. It was true, what Nall had said; his body was changing, his libido increasing and refractory period dropping drastically – and beyond that, his thoughts were being drawn toward this idea of egg-laying. He sensed he'd be ready to come again in an hour or so; he resolved his walk would take just about that long. He even included the other two condo buildings in the same complex, and a walk through the park and shopping districts nearby. By the time he returned, Isaac had quite a list. Opening the door, Isaac was stunned for a moment. Inside was a sight he hadn't at all expected – Nall, naked of course, was on the floor, licking the pussy of another, light-skinned human woman that he could only see the lower half of from his angle. He closed the door quickly and walked inside, getting a closer look and walking past the couch that was obscuring his view of her face. Women's clothing was strewn around the floor around her, and she was resting partly atop her own panties. It took him a moment to recall, then he realized it was the new girl, who had just moved into the condo four doors down, a few weeks ago. She was cute, he'd noticed even before, but he had barely ever seen her; he recalled from the one time they spoke that she'd mentioned she worked full-time overnights, which made it difficult to catch up with her. The young woman, a brunette with fair skin, light freckles, and a short-bob haircut, was flat on her back, her legs spread wide, the mysterious red Nall crouched between her legs and licking away at her folds. The girl – Jessica, he finally remembered – was utterly lost in the throes of passion, blissfully unaware of her surroundings and completely open to Nall's attention. Nall glanced over at him, and her head came up, replaced with her fingers that danced inside the girl and on her clit. She continued to moan while Nall began speaking. "Good, you're back. I found one for you to start with." Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 03 "Good, you're back. I found one for you to start with." Isaac's cock, almost immediately hard, tented up his long, lightly made pants; he watched Nall's slender red fingers play with the delicate folds of Jessica's pussy, a sparse and trimmed mat of pubic hair above it that obstructed nothing. Her smallish breasts adorned her chest nicely, with almost no sag despite how she was laying flat on her back. Nall had mentioned on the ship that in order for him to impregnate women as was the task she'd forced upon him, Nall had to first 'fiddle with them a bit'. Watching Nall painstakingly devote her whole attention to Jessica's pussy, he was shocked; he hadn't realized she meant being so... intimate, with other girls. He watched the sordid lesbian scene play out briefly, Nall's whole attention focused solely on bringing off the young Jessica; despite knowing well how single-minded and ruthless Nall was about her mission, seeing the unashamed tenderness that she put into her gentle tonguing of the other girl he could easily believe that Nall was bisexual, or maybe even preferred women slightly. Jessica's mouth was wide open, and her body seemed to be slowly writhing of its own accord. Nall's focus on Jessica broke again and she continued, without looking at him, interspersing her words with licks at her new lover. "I'm almost done. Once she comes, she'll be ready for you; I can't wait to see her fill up with eggs." Nall sounded excited; he realized that when she said she'd been changed by the quarkware process, she probably also meant that she'd been infused with a powerful fetish, or simple *need*, to see her bonded male perform his role and impregnate other women. Isaac also realized then, too, that he also sorely wanted to plunge his potent dick inside her and come, and see the result as her belly would expand with -- according to Nall -- countless imnir eggs for her to blissfully lay. On the ship, the time he'd come inside Nall herself, she had only laid a handful of eggs -- but she had told him her mission was to make him come inside human women, who would lay far more eggs for some reason. He distantly recalled fighting with these thoughts, but his cock was raring now, his balls preparing a massive load to discharge into Jessica. Nall returned to her newfound lover, frigging the young brunette's pussy hard, slick red fingers dancing over a pale pink clit and eliciting loud and unintelligible noises from Jessica. With a long and pathetic cry, the fair-skinned younger woman came, her small feet randomly flailing in the air; he felt a drip of pre-come form on the tip of his expanded cock, knowing what was expected of him next. He wasn't sure why Nall needed her to come, but he knew that in that moment of Jessica's climax, Nall had completed some kind of change within her body, preparing her for his virile load. Nall's head rose back up, her mouth, chin, and fingers all shiny with Jessica's wetness. She licked her lips, and placed her arms under the other girl, suddenly picking her up like she weighed nothing. He already knew she was unnaturally strong, but it was still strange to witness. Isaac thought to ask, "How did you do this to her so fast? Didn't she freak out when she saw a red chick?" Nall glanced back and answered as she carried Jessica into his bedroom. "I was in her head from the moment I saw her when I poked my head out the door for a second. I bent her preference into bisexuality -- which was easier than I thought it would be, at least with her -- and put her in an aroused fugue. She was so easy to turn on, the poor girl is swimming in hormones. She probably doesn't have anyone to satisfy her, and I bet she has to get herself off all the time just to keep herself from going nuts. Once I triggered her hormone release, she practically melted into my arms and didn't even care that I was some funny color." Jessica moaned softly in Nall's arms. Nall walked up to his queen-size bed and deposited Jessica, the helpless girl left spread-eagled on the covers. Nall continued. "Even after coming, her mind is still a sex-laden mush. She'll stay this way until I let her out of it." Nall walked behind the entranced Isaac, her hands reaching around and unbuttoning his shirt, then undoing his pants. Isaac was vaguely aware of his clothes falling down around him, and he steeled himself to resist the temptation Nall had laid out in front of him. One red finger came out, and touched the tip of his engorged and pre-come-leaking cockhead. A sensation he recognized filled him -- becoming suddenly and riotously laden with uncontrollable horniness and eroticism on top of the already rampant arousal he felt from watching Nall bring off Jessica. His hard penis hung in front of him *demanding* satisfaction; the desire it roared into his whole being was irresistible, and there before him was a defenseless, horny young woman on the bed, her pussy soaking wet and calling out to be used. Isaac began to slowly walk over, feeling like he was forgetting something. "About that stuff I mentioned earlier..." Nall was still at his ear while he walked, her breasts pressing on his back as she tip-toed behind him by a half-pace. "As you fuck these women I choose for you, your body will begin to take on more of the physical build and aspects of the Patriarch -- oh, that is, the paragon male image and insatiable lover that I need. It'll also weaken your resistance to me a little bit, and fetishize egg-laying for you a little more every time." Her fingers traced across his rippling ass; some part of his mind was listening to what she said, filing it all away, but he couldn't stop what he was about to do for anything. Straddling then leaning over Jessica, he kissed her suddenly and greedily, laying sloppy kisses on her cheeks, nose, neck, and on down to her breasts. He devoured her small, pointy nipples, himself consumed with lust. Finally sensing her total readiness, he spread her legs a little wider, and feeling no resistance, rubbed his thick cockhead against her lips. With a gradual thrust meant to ease any discomfort she felt, Isaac felt his long, thick pole disappear into the small Jessica, wrapping smoothly around his meat. He grimaced at how tight she was, and felt her body drag downwards on the bed as he tried to pull out for another thrust. She never cried out or yelped, staying in the same lust-filled funk as she had from the moment Nall had laid eyes on her. Isaac's cock suddenly began a rapid fucking motion, as the impatience of his dick overrode everything. He wanted to completely unload every drop of his powerful seed inside the young girl. Looking at her, he figured her for no more than college age, twenty to twenty-two maybe, to his thirty-two. He suddenly wrapped his arms under her, and picked her up, resting on his knees. She unconsciously wrapped her legs and arms around his back, hugging to him loosely as he gripped her waist tightly and began to lift her bodily and let her slide down onto his cock. Her fleshy, pale ass had a lot of give in his hands as he lifted and dropped her again and again, basking in the total bliss that was her pussy surrounding and enclosing his most sensitive organ. A sideways glance showed Nall sitting in a chair in the corner, her legs spread wide and playing with herself. A part of him wanted her to join in, but he decided that could be some other time. He groaned loudly, feeling the familiar sensation in the base of his cock, working its way upwards. The girl probably wouldn't come yet, but he couldn't stop the thunderous power in his cock; this orgasm was somehow different, and felt stronger than ever before. It was as if his cock sensed some critical difference and was bringing to bear its full, unbridled power, heretofore hidden. He roared, the pleasure growing hotter and hotter until it was like the Sun itself was burning within him. From his head to his toes, heat and energy flared inside him, and he could have sworn he felt his whole body swell somehow. It was almost a relief when he finally felt his cock pumping, his seed being dumped rope by rope into Jessica's helpless body. The blaring, massive energy of the orgasm had been on the edge of being painful. He slowed down his thrusts, instinctually allowing her to sink down to the base of his cock as he felt his semen pumping out en masse, delivering what felt like gallons of his come deep within her. The warmth throughout his whole person remained for a while as well, strengthening and improving him just as Nall had said. He could already see his muscles growing, his stature moving up slightly -- maybe half an inch -- and his dick growing ever so slightly, his balls also expanding and becoming increasingly resilient and productive. Tiny sounds escaped from Jessica, little coos and ahhs that only made him want to hold her tighter. Finally, feeling his own come beginning to leak down the sides of his cock and out of her pussy, he began to lay her down, and suddenly felt Nall next to him, helping him lay her out on her back on the bed. Already he could see the effects of his virile seed; her belly was slightly rounder than before, and at a touch it was very hot. Kneeling in place, Isaac only looked down at the girl, and Nall also kneeled on the bed next to her. He felt his mind reasserting itself, thoughts stored away during the torrent of passion returning to the front and center of his consciousness. He looked down at himself as the heat within him faded away; the last of his growth had completed, and he had gained about twenty pounds, all of it muscle. It looked like he'd just spent a year working out on a high-protein diet. He'd taken care of his body before, but he'd never really pushed himself. Now, he felt like he was on the way to a legendary build, though there was still plenty of room to improve. His cock, as big as ever, looked less out of place between his thicker thighs and larger physique. Isaac looked back at Nall, giving a little flex to show off. "Impressive. I have to tend to Jessica, though." She laid herself down next to the girl, and seemed to focus inward. After a few moments, Nall's breasts inexplicably and suddenly swelled. After five seconds, they had become quite large, going from their C cups to larger than Ds, and small droplets of whitish fluid appeared on her small dark red nipples. She let out a long sigh, and hefted a breast, cradling Jessica's head. As he watched, his cock laying flat and spent on the bed, Jessica unthinkingly sucked away on Nall's tits, drinking down whatever mysterious fluid Nall was filling her with. Her belly was growing slightly, now looking about as big as Nall did just before she laid her eggs back on the ship -- but he knew Jessica was far from finished. With one breast finally drained after ten minutes or so, Nall moved Jessica's head to her other breast, making the other girl drink again. Isaac looked on in silence, watching Jessica's belly grow and grow slowly, fascinated. When the other breast was finally drained, and Nall's two red-orange orbs were back to their original size, the sweating Nall turned her attention to the expanding mass of Jessica's pregnancy. She smiled and cooed softly as she stroked the warm dome of Jessica's belly, and occasionally tickled the other girl's breasts. Nall grabbed his pillows together and fashioned a backrest, and pulled Jessica up to lean against it. Her legs were still spread wide, her pussy lewdly open for all to see, and Nall continued to stroke and caress Jessica's body. She asked the brunette if she needed more milk, to which the girl gave a delayed and slow nod. Nall's breasts once again swelled, and she straddled Jessica, her red-pink pussy suspended above Jessica's growing belly while the young girl drained Nall again, the milk seeming to energize and hasten whatever was happening inside her. The pale young girl drank more greedily this time, finishing much sooner. Jessica's center was very gravid, larger than a full-term pregnancy even. The growth seemed to have stopped, but Nall wasn't getting ready quite yet; apparently the eggs weren't laid the moment they were at full size. Jessica's own hands went to her belly, and her liquid brown eyes opened slightly for the first time since Isaac had seen her inside his condo. She stared down lovingly at her own increased mass, stroking it with one hand and moving the other to her small, sensitive breasts. Tweaking herself, Nall joined in, playing with the other girl's nipples and kissing her deeply. The two made out like this for some time, Isaac only sitting there and watching; finally, after what may have been five or ten minutes, he sensed a change. Something told him Jessica was ready. Nall sensed it as well, sidling up alongside her and moving as if to comfort her. Jessica's eyes closed and her mouth opened wide, pleasure rampant throughout her body as her eggs began. A dab of clear goo escaped from Jessica's pussy, then another; Nall's fingers flew down and the first, perfectly shaped, speckled grey egg emerged, plopping into Nall's palm. The shiny sphere exited Jessica without any effort; he saw it was slightly larger than those Nall had laid, and looked somehow healthier -- its splotches were smaller and less numerous. Nall looked at him for a moment, holding the egg before him and then leaving it on the bedsheet on the far side not occupied by any of the three, her hand moving to accept the second egg as more goo escaped from inside Jessica's laden womb. The egg-laying went on and on, for more than an hour, and soon both Jessica's ass and thighs, and Nall's knees and feet were soaked in the widening puddle of her goo on the bed. Jessica's bliss went on uninterrupted the whole time. Glancing down, he could see Nall's pussy was literally dripping, alien-girl-stuff merging with the substance that was coming out along with the eggs. He dared not interrupt the egg-laying no matter how enticing his slavemaster's body looked, and his cock remained at half-mast. He lost count at twenty-four, and that was only a few minutes in; the small eggs, slightly larger than a golf ball, soon occupied the whole far side of the bed, weighing it down somewhat as they rolled together and leaving a big clear puddle below them as the bedsheets and mattress absorbed more of the goo as it very slowly dripped down off of them. The eggs stayed shiny, the goo too viscous for the eggs to dry off completely, and it apparently either didn't evaporate on its own, or it did so very slowly. At one point, Nall gestured to him, beckoning him closer; she gleefully directed him to take an emerging egg himself, and soon he, too, felt her hot, wet pussy dilate slightly and blood-warm ooze flowing between his fingers. A slick egg plopped into his hands, the heat of her folds brushing against his knuckles. Nall and Isaac alternated after that, taking turns accepting warm eggs from Jessica. He somehow knew the eggs were tough enough not to be damaged by light impacts, but he still felt he should be very careful around them. After an hour and maybe ten minutes, the egg-laying concluded, the final grey orb exiting from Jessica's body as easily as the first and sliding into her red lover's hand. Nall gave it a kiss, then deposited it on the bed, her legs making a quiet plopping sound as they exited and entered the dripping pool of goo surrounding the two women -- probably an inch deep at the center where Jessica's weight depressed the mattress. "She's done." Nall said it quietly, as if she didn't want to break Jessica's slowly lifting reverie; she lifted a hand to her mouth, sideways, directing her almost-whispers to Isaac as she spoke -- but she never looked away from Jessica. She continued, in loving detail. "After the egg-laying, the female's body is incredibly sensitive. Even a little stimulation will push her over, and as a side-effect of her body being drained so much, when she comes it'll drag out over a long time. It's like the crescendo to an hour-long orgasm." She seemed overjoyed, the first impregnation being a total success; he could tell Nall was eager to reward Jessica, and he let her do the honors. In truth, he already knew what Nall was saying was true, because he'd witnessed the same thing in her own body after she'd laid her own tiny batch of eggs in the ship -- but he figured the proud Nall either didn't want to remember that incident, or didn't want to admit it. Nall nestled closer to Jessica, curling the smaller girl up in her own body, the weakened and sensitive brunette falling easily into her enclosing grasp. Nall tilted her head upwards and kissed her directly on the lips, their tongues dancing, and then her fingers suddenly began to dance inside the young girl. He could see the delayed reaction from her, her body slowly jerking away from the touch on her most sensitive and tender place, but Nall was insistent and soon her body was being stimulated beyond its ability to cope. Helpless in Nall's embrace, Jessica was made to come, moaning out loud into Nall's never-ending kiss, her limbs and body writhing heedlessly. It was the most erotic sight Isaac had seen yet since his time with Nall, and he found his cock stirring again, finally, earlier than even he expected. After the climax, Jessica passed out, falling limply in Nall's arms. She picked the girl up again and laid her out flat. She turned to Isaac. "We'll leave her here tonight, and let her rest. She's very fertile, we want to make sure this one is available in the future." Nall shook her head. "That *Jessica* is available in the future." Nall lovingly stroked Jessica's hair, parting the bangs obscuring her sleeping face. "Go open the bag I brought, next to the fireplace, and bring me a couple warp beacons." He wasn't sure what a warp beacon was, but he had a good guess based on his previous experience. He'd seen the bag, a nondescript black duffel, though he didn't recall her bringing it. *Come to think of it, how did we get back down from the ship? She can't have landed it anywhere near here. The thing was at least as big as this building.* He recalled the long corridors and rooms. Isaac fetched a couple of the red and orange-decorated tube-like devices from the bag, laden with complex script that he didn't understand. Nall had told him she was forgetting her original language; what would happen if something went wrong with these things? Would she be able to fix it, or unable to read even simple instructions? He banished the thought. *I might have misgivings about what she's doing, he thought, but once the eggs are laid, there's no reason not to send them to whatever planet they're going to, where they can be taken care of properly. They didn't do anything wrong.* Handing her the tubes, she directed him to hold two for himself. She gave him a crash course on the devices -- it turned out very simple, actually. She mentioned that the project heads anticipated her losing her ability to speak her native language, and had made the beacons as basic to operate as possible. Twist one end and it created an instant warp gate to the unknown robot base countless light-years away, which lasted about eight minutes. Once those eight minutes ran out, the machinery inside burned itself out and the beacon became about as useful as any other inert metal pipe. The two set to work, teleporting dozens of eggs back to wherever Nall's long-dead people had found was an ideal place for their society to be restarted. They managed to finish within eight minutes, only using the initial two of the beacons. Nall sat back down on the bed afterward, stroking Jessica's hair again and totally heedless of the messy goo smearing all over her skin. "That was beautiful, by the way." Isaac tossed it out, knowing it was a contradiction. "Really? I'm glad you think so." "I still don't know what to think about this. I know you control me, but I also know that that control doesn't go very deep." She frowned on hearing it, more at herself than him. "But I also know that that wasn't a negative experience. I hate for you to mess with her mind like that, but I also want to see it again." He felt torn. Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 03 "Don't worry yourself, Isaac. You *will* see it again and again, whether or not you've made up your mind about it." She grinned at him, the cold edge back in her voice. They were silent for a time, Isaac folding his arms and walking out into the main room. Nall stayed in the bedroom, humming some foreign tune from her homeworld, probably not sung for ten to fifteen million years. A thought entered his mind, strong and compelling; he went to the kitchen and got a cup, and soon found himself mind-controlling into cleaning up the goo. It took probably fifteen minutes, and the bed and part of the hardwood were still soaked, but the bulk of the goo went down the garbage disposal. Fortunately, the stuff seemed odorless, and wiped up easily, but he still made a mental note to prepare his bedroom for the next time Nall made him impregnate a woman; he already had resigned himself to there being more times in the future. He occupied his mind during this forced task by listening to the pleasant, if simple, tune Nall was humming, and his thoughts turned inward as he was released from his task and he let himself out onto the small porch of his ninth-floor condo. Still nude, the privacy walls on either side of the deck protected him from eyes that would otherwise be alarmed at the sight of a naked man out lounging on his deck; only someone with binoculars could tell he was in the buff from ground level. Isaac pondered his newfound situation for a long time, his thoughts often drifting back to what he'd just seen. More than once he had to fight down the powerful, growing urges within his cock, continually surprising him with their strength. After nearly two hours, closing in on sunset, Isaac strode inside. Nall was asleep, leaning her back against the side of the bed. *Still as naked as ever*. He rolled his eyes. Jessica was out, sleeping very deeply, a vague smile on her face. Nall stirred, her eyes peering at him. He turned and left, and she followed him out back onto the deck. It occurred to him that someone might well be alarmed even without binoculars at seeing a moving blue figure on his back porch, but he let it go for now, thinking it unlikely. He could always just say she was a huge Hokies fan, unless they got a look up-close. She sat plopped down opposite him, looking out at the sunset. She broke the silence after a couple minutes. "Earth is nice, by the way." "We're ruining the hell out of it." "You haven't seen ruined like Avoch after the Three Wars. This place is comparatively pristine." There was more silence. Isaac finally decided to come out with it. "If we do this... I need you to listen when I talk. I don't ever want you to hurt anyone." She suddenly turned to him, astonished, but silent. Nall waited to hear more. "Don't get me wrong. I'm not for this, still. But I know you're going to do it anyway, and I'm not willing to do anything truly desperate to stop you. I know how resolved you are." Nall looked back at the sunset. "I suppose that's as much as I can hope for." Throwing him a bone, she said, "Well, just so you know, I'm reaching the end of my rope with this mind control stuff. The quarkware was supposed to have been much more unlimited, but I only got to test it on other imnir and the results weren't what the team had originally hoped for. Human brains are different and I have even less control of them. I can mess with people's arousal and fog up their heads, and make them open to limited suggestions if they're not particularly strong-willed... but beyond that, I'm working in the dark and I don't want to tear up some poor human's mind just in the name of experimentation." "I suspected as much." She glared at him. "I'm on the receiving end here. Is it really that much of a surprise? I've seen that you're not spiteful or evil. I saw how you held Jessica; that was more than just your mission. You've just put this mission ahead of... right and wrong." Nall let out a long breath. "That's also about as much as I can hope for out of you, I guess. Well then, are you ready for the next step?" "What next step? You keep adding steps. How many damn steps are there?" "I told you this morning. I have an idea to help me blend in." She hopped over, her ass suddenly planted next to his on his chair. He became quite aware all over again of the warmth of her exotic body, and his penis stirred once more. She suddenly grabbed it by the base, not squeezing it, but holding it quite firmly. He raised an eyebrow. "A lot of my power is actually tied up in this. In order for it to be able to make human women lay eggs, it has a complex quarkware toolset for biological modification." He tried not to think too hard about the metaphor of a toolset in his balls. "I can load other commands into it, and make the next body it pumps its come into change to my specifications. I can use that to make my own body look human." Isaac perked an eyebrow. His cock was that versatile? Given, only under her direct authority, but the possibilities still widened before him. "So." She leaned over, opening her mouth and pointing his cock towards herself. "Here goes nothing." She stroked her hair back and gave his cock a few licks, then sucked it into her mouth. Nall seemed lost in either bliss or some other thing wholly occupying her mind while she sucked him, and he placed his hand on the back of her head while she went at him. Suddenly, it was over as quickly as it started, her head rising back to eye level, trailing a little line of spittle back to his dick until she was halfway up. "There. It's ready." His pole, stiff and swaying, demanded satisfaction. Nall stood and led him inside. She grabbed a thick blanket from under the coffee table, and tossed it out haphazardly on the floor. She laid down on her back, holding her hands under her knees and displaying her pussy wantonly. "Come on." He shrugged, and kneeled down, aiming his pole. The monster cock slid in easily, and he leaned his weight forward further, completing the easy penetration. Despite the quickness of his reaching so far within her, he still felt her pussy tight around his cock, flexible and strong. It was unlike fucking Jessica, the pliable yet firm young girl feeling less experienced and responsive, but tighter and more sensitive. His cock also seemed to react differently when he was fucking fertile human girls, if Jessica was any indication; *probably intended to keep me doing it.* He admitted to himself that it was a powerful motivator. He was a little wistful at the prospect of no longer having an exotic, alien, bright red woman to fuck any time, but his cock pistoned away regardless. Nall's sexual resistance was as imperfect as always, and soon her rough and determined demeanor was melting under his increasingly merciless assault. Isaac didn't mix up his strategy, sticking to straight, powerful thrusts; his thighs slapped against her ass. His muscles didn't tire as easily as before, continuing to support him even as he pumped away in the somewhat awkward position -- like doing pushups. Nall was apparently still worked up from her experience with Jessica, and to his surprise, she began coming before he did. He felt the pulses around his cock as her body betrayed her, blasting pleasure throughout her and leaving him with the pleasant sight of Nall's tough exterior crumbling into the blissful look of a woman in orgasm. Isaac felt his own cock's impending explosion a minute or so after she came, her whole person going limp under him as his dick pistoned away. The pole slid in and out of her strangely colored body relentlessly, and he let the now-familiar sensation build and release easily. Soon his come was once again pouring, gout after gout released within her; this time for a different purpose than last. The quarkware infused within his semen went to work, at first resisted by her own body's internal and powerful matrix -- but suddenly its attempted defense was overridden and forcibly suspended by Nall, and she allowed the quarkware in his come to have its way with her body. Heat spread throughout, from head to toe, as her body was modified to appear human. Isaac withdrew, and watched as her skin tone darkened from fire-hydrant and settling on a deep, rich, butterscotch-like color. Her hair was left unchanged, but all of her exterior appearance was changed and modified. Nall's face, while still shaped the same and recognizable as the same person to Isaac, lost its characteristic yellow-orange spots under her eyes, and all the other spots everywhere else vanished. When the change was complete, she was shaped exactly as before, but now appearing totally human, and a particularly beautiful example. Left tired by the draining experience, Nall laid in place and held up her arms in front of her, inspecting the skin on her hands. She seemed satisfied, but somehow also sad. "Do you want to see yourself?" Isaac asked. She nodded, but made no effort to move. He picked her up and went into the master bath, its large mirror reflecting both of them. Though she knew what to expect, she was still shocked. Before her was a human woman, very tan, the color of a Pacific Islander -- but tall and slender, and without the epicanthic fold in her eyes characteristic of Asian-derived people. Her straight black hair hung as always, down, with no fuss or decoration. Her eyes were just as before, blue, but they set off her body in a very different way now; they contrasted greatly with her dark, exotic, foreign appearance. She would draw eyes everywhere she went regardless, but for a different reason than her old body would. "You came out well." Nall only nodded. A part of her felt a great sense of loss; as the only remaining imnir, she'd just given up the appearance that made her people unique. She had been, as far as she knew, the only living example of her kind in the universe, and now she looked like any other human -- though she caught herself, noting that even with her limited experience on Earth, she still knew she didn't look like just any other human. Tossing her hair, she decided the look suited her, and a slightly exotic appearance might make it easier to explain if she suddenly did or said something inappropriate to the local culture. "It'll do." Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 04 The alien woman opposite him poked at the delicacy with the fork, which she held like a dagger. She suddenly turned her gaze up to Isaac, a questioning look on her face. "So this is... pie?" "You did ask me what it was, back on the ship. I figured it was better to just show you." Isaac Butler and Ävhip-ñall Solclaá -- whom he simply called Nall -- were sitting in a corner booth at a coffee shop downtown. After waking up in the morning, feeling refreshed, Isaac had once again taken in the sight of Nall's transformed body -- while she'd been externally shaped almost exactly like a normal (though very good-looking) human female, the differences between humans and Nall's progenitor race -- the imnir -- focused mostly on the internal organs and neural structure, plus the imnir's skin ran a variety of shades of red through yellow, with spots of yellow, orange, and some teal. After using her experimental quarkware abilities on his dick the previous evening, Nall had made him come inside her, and his semen transformed her to look indistinguishable from any other human in the world. She was still quite striking to see, but nobody would be carting her off to the dermatologist when she appeared in public. After seeing he was awake, Nall had made him come in her mouth again (it being "necessary for the process", as she often cryptically stated) then sprung out of bed, asking him to take her on a guided tour of the city. "You'll need clothes." He had given her perpetually nude body a once-over, the rich sun-brown skin and flowing black hair pleasing to his basic male brain, but he'd known her imnir-derived nudist lifestyle wouldn't fly in downtown Raleigh. Nall had shrugged and poked her head into his closet, fingering through his clothes, eventually picking a pair of khaki shorts and a black undershirt. He had nothing for her feet that was even close to her size, so they settled on his running shoes, which laced up tightly. "That'll do for now, we can shop a bit while we're out." Isaac tightened the belt on the shorts, and let the shirt fall back down to cover it. The outfit was baggy and not particularly sexy, and made her look like a gawky high school girl that wanted to be cute but with no real clue how to do it. She admired herself in the mirror. "Is this standard female clothing for your strata?" "I don't even know what that means. Yes. I think. Let's go." Nall ambled on with him, looking curiously in all directions as the two walked together down the hallway and reached the elevator. Riding it down, they'd exited the building into the parking garage, Nall stopping to look around again until Isaac pulled her along with him until they reached his green Sonata. They'd driven around for a while, giving her the drive-by tour first; she mostly just watched, occasionally asking him things -- some utterly mundane, some incomprehensible. After two hours of leisurely driving around, she informed him that she was hungry, and made it clear she expected him to resolve the issue. He'd picked out the small coffee shop since it was close -- ironically, one of his favorite second-date spots -- and had been reminded of the odd moment they'd shared on her spacecraft, after she'd laid eggs for him, when she'd suddenly used the expression 'pie-in-the-sky' without actually knowing what it meant. She'd learned English forcibly, by copying his brain's entire language center and overwriting her own with it, but the meanings, cultural ideas, and values behind the words in English and those in her native Sõrlacc often didn't match up. It led to his dimly remembered promise to show Nall what pie was. "It's food, right?" "Just eat it." She peered at him, searching his face -- and probably his thoughts -- for any hint of ill intent. "Goddamn it, Nall. Stop looking into my head." Isaac grabbed the fork out of her hand and stabbed the slice of pecan pie, taking a bite and handing the fork back. "Satisfied it's not poisonous?" Nall took a small bite herself, but didn't seem to have any taste for it. She pushed it away, and took a long drink from the coffee he'd bought for her. At least we can agree coffee is good stuff... Looking around the shop, from the corner booth they were in he could see the place had a sizable weekday lunch-time crowd. Leaning one arm over the seat cap, his eyes slid over the many women in the room, with a new appreciation for their beauty. His recently sex-laden life had somehow made him feel even more libidinous, when in the past he'd always been a one-woman man. He attributed the change to Nall's attempts to modify his thoughts into something more agreeable to her mission, though he was beginning to question whether or not she was actually any good with the mind-control powers he knew her experimental quarkware abilities gave her. "See any you like?" Nall's voice drew him back to the woman he was sitting with. She'd noticed his drifting eyes, and had known exactly what he was thinking. His new, expanded cock that she had granted him was a hungry beast, only ever sated for a couple hours at a time. "Do I get a choice?" Isaac rolled his eyes while burying his nose in his cup, taking a sip of his own sugar-saturated coffee. "Maybe." She looked around too. "I'm not actually that picky. I figure if you're on board with the choice of female, you'll just come that much harder, and more eggs for me." Isaac gave her a glare. He'd never liked the casual way she talked about his forced role in her mission. The way she said 'female' bothered him too; it was like she didn't see herself as being the same as any other woman present, as if the other girls -- each talking, laughing, working, reading, or whatever else occupied their lives for the moment -- were just targets or tools to her. *Actually, I'm sure she thinks she's different.* He recalled the events of the previous day afterward, and the tenderness and affection she'd shown for Jessica when the two had made love, and later while Jessica had laid a large number of eggs for them. Late at night, she'd helped him put Jessica's clothes back on and he had used the younger girl's keys to quietly place her back in her own condo, where she would wake up a couple hours later -- the events having been carefully painted over in her mind by Nall. Even as he walked out, he'd caught a glimpse of a long face on Nall, like she'd miss Jessica. *She might think she's different, but I think maybe she doesn't want to be as crazy about her mission as she believes she needs to be.* He finished the coffee, and crushed the insulated paper cup in his hand. It barely satisfied his frustration over his own conflicted feelings. On the one hand, he believed that on a basic level, Nall had no right to do what she was doing. On the other hand, even if he didn't like that she did it, he understood her reasons, and he couldn't pretend that it wasn't the hottest thing he'd ever experienced. Even the distant glimmer of the thought of making one of the varyingly good-looking women present fill up with imnir eggs sent a wave through his cock, and it responded with a slight rise of its own. He could feel its length down the inside of his upper thigh, stretching the fabric of his underwear. If he let his mind dwell on the subject, it would turn into a raging hard-on, and even the loose shorts he'd chosen might not be able to hide his mammoth dick at full erection. Isaac shook his head, clearing his mind before he could get too lost in his sex-laden imagination. "Let's go." Nall only smiled knowingly, the two leaving the coffee shop after paying up. Isaac noticed that the purchase had left him almost bereft of cash in his wallet. They were halfway down the block and he noticed a branch of his bank two blocks away. "You said I'm a fake inventor now, right?" "The inventions are real enough." She put her hands on her hips. "I *am* a flight engineer, you know. One of the best. I taught whole classes of up-and-coming engineers after I retired." "'Flight engineer'? Like on an aircraft carrier?" The two continued walking down the street together, Nall's black hair occasionally catching a light breeze. "What's an... oh, I see. Big military boats with atmospheric craft on them. The imnir had those too, in earlier times." She'd mentioned once that imnir history was basically a lot like human history, a long-winded recollection of the strong crushing the weak, plague and misery, and the escalation of technological warfare. Unlike humans, though, the grand finale of the imnir story had already been written, a tragic mistake causing the whole world to be bathed in torrents of deadly radiation. *Except she wants to write the sequel, with my dick as her pen...* He laughed snidely to himself at the metaphor. Nall looked at him. "What?" Isaac felt a slight relief within, knowing she couldn't read his *every* thought, at least. "No, I was just thinking of a dumb joke. You said you were a flight engineer?" Brightening, Nall gladly returned to talking about herself. "Right. A flight engineer, um, it translates badly; it's more like, ah, spacecraft mechanic -- slash -- engineer." Nall was thinking hard, trying to find the right words to express Sõrlacc ideas in English. "Flight engineers run the engines on small or commercial spacecraft. They're also typically responsible for repair and maintenance for ship systems, and on long haul missions that can mean shop work to make replacement parts from scratch. So we flight engineers had to have a pretty wide range of training, and the ones who did it for a while, like me, also knew how to build or jury-rig just about anything. That freighter up in orbit was the only serviceable ship the project could get its hands on. I had crewed another in the same class years ago. That was one of the reasons they picked me out of all the volunteers." He could see the bank on the next corner. Straggling through Nall's story, he realized something didn't add up. "How long did you serve in space? Sounds like a while." "Earth years... um, thirty years, I think. Might be closer to thirty-one, thirty-two." His eyes went wide. She looked like she was twenty-five years old at most. "Nall -- I could have sworn that you weren't even thirty years *old*, let alone had a thirty-year career." He didn't say it like a compliment, more like he'd just had his mind blown. "Oh. That was something that happened when they made me a quarkware vessel. I turned young and sexy; actually, sexier than I probably ever was before, by imnir standards I mean. I had a wicked hook nose and a lot of scars. They all went away. But now...." She cupped a hand under her breast, a wide smile forming. Isaac batted her hand down, though not quickly enough that the pair didn't get some strange stares from other people on the street. She looked around and seemed to realize she'd crossed a line. "Oops. Anyway. I was just over sixty in Earth years when I became the Ark, so... late middle-age for a woman." Isaac should have been more dumbfounded than he was, he realized. Instead, he just kept on walking with her, as if she'd just told him she was exactly as old as she looked. In a way, knowing she was an older, experienced woman whose body had been reverted to youth made sense; it explained her even temperament, and often callous outlook. Reaching the ATM, he pulled out his card and punched the numbers. "Well. That's weird to know, but okay, whatever. So you used all that, posed as me online, and sold some 'inventions' on the market." He summarized what she'd told him earlier, in his house, after unceremoniously informing him that she'd quite intentionally used her mind-control powers to lose him his job. Isaac asked the machine to print a balance inquiry. Thin paper spat out of the slot into his hand, and he held it out in front of him. Nall leaned against the designer brick wall next to the ATM. "Nall." "Darling." She said it with no real passion. "What am I going to do with $280,000?" "Is it not enough?" She seemed concerned. "I researched how much you would require to secure everything we'd need for the mission, but I had several other deals set up to complete in the next couple days which should add another order of magnitude, to be on the safe side." *Three million bucks? What the hell was she going to have me 'invent'?* Isaac could barely keep himself from yelling at her. "It's *too goddamn much!* How the hell am I going to explain to the IRS if they audit me? I wasn't some stupid rich playboy like in the movies, but I was well-off enough before! They're going to ask where my invention shop is, what kind of education I had to be able to invent goddamn spaceship parts, where I studied, and when I can't answer any of that, who I stole all this stuff from! I don't think they'll buy that I got it all reading library books in my spare time. I'm not going to have anything, and they'll probably think I'm blackmailing people or I'm a front for some Chinese ripoff factory or something." "The Eye-aress? Who?" Nall's expression was blank; she clearly hadn't thought of it, or probably even known the possibility existed. He put a hand over his face, and pulled her away, walking back towards his car. She looked increasingly worried as he led her back into the car, shutting the doors and starting it up. "Is it really like that on Earth? I would have thought you'd be well-received, adding back to the economy or something." "Maybe. Maybe not. People can't just make enormous amounts of money overnight and not have someone ask questions, okay?" "Oh." She seemed to think to herself. "On Avoch, financial transaction records were more detailed and everything to do with money was absolutely required to be public. Every transaction was data-based, hard currency went obsolete a long time ago. The records were detailed enough that people couldn't economically break or hack the system, so there wasn't anyone going around 'asking questions' since it was all right there anyway." "And that would be fantastic if we were on Avoch. We aren't. I need you to explain to me everything you did, and to call off the deals you're making." "Okay, fine." She folded her arms, looking out the window, almost petulant. "It's the smartest move. If you sell off your biggest and best inventions all up front, then that makes a huge pile of money. That many more people will notice it, and I'm sure there'll be plenty trying to steal it. If it gets stolen, I'm already out of a job thanks to you, and you're out of inventions to make more money with." She tilted her head, pondering, then accepted the explanation. "That was hardly everything I know." Nall shrugged, letting her arms down. "But okay, your planet, I'll let you handle the details as long as I think we have enough to satisfy the mission. What did you do before, again?" "Officially, I *was* Vice President of Projects." He put extra emphasis on 'was'. "Puffed-up bullshit title, the whole Projects department at Grand Courier was just myself and Clara. Still, whatever. I was a market strategist. Every company has a different name for it. Marketing, positioning, project development, realignment..." He rattled off some more, and she was already looking bored. Nall interrupted him. "Makes sense you'd be a strategist. I like thinking men. You're correct, this is the right way to play our cards." She paused, looking down and to the left. "What are cards?" Isaac didn't answer, driving on in silence, accepting her compliment without reservation. He was heading back to his condo complex, and when they passed by the city art museum, on a whim he turned in and parked. The place had been one of his favorite first-date spots, and he figured he might as well complete the bass-ackwards metaphor by bringing his slavemaster and alien companion there, as well. She got out also, looking up at the designer building, white and imposing. "Oh! A museum. I haven't been to one of these in forever." He saw another guy walking in, girl on his arm, playing the same game Isaac had himself here several times. Ineptly posing as his own date, Nall offered her own arm with an evil grin. Sighing, he took it and led her within. The exhibits actually did seem to fascinate her, more so than the tour of the city. She had endless questions, both engaging and confusing the hell out of several docents as they walked from room to room. He'd seen most all of it before, but it was still interesting, if not quite as shiny and new as it was for Nall. Most of the rooms were more modern art and sculpture, typically the more formal 'true artistic' pieces than the haphazard and chaotic assortment of 'folk art' he'd seen elsewhere. Nall demanded his attention at times, and utterly ignored him at others. Halfway through, his urges were getting to him. Nall's ass, shapely and magnificent, was drawing his eyes like a magnet. He noticed that she caught many stray looks from the other guys touring the place, and many of the other girls; he couldn't blame them. His alien fake-girlfriend had not only an amazing body, but with her energetic and bright-eyed interest in the sights and art surrounding them, he could almost forget her hard-edged focus on her mission and her willingness to mess with people's minds to serve it. *Almost.* Regardless, he was fighting a losing battle, trying to rein in the growing arousal in his body, his cock calling to him to let it ride once again. The beast was more insatiable every hour. As they reached the end of their tour, she seemed to notice his distracted tension. She walked closely, arm in arm like the other couples she'd seen. Speaking lowly enough that nobody else could hear, she glanced down at his dick and wrapped her arm around his waist as they walked. "I can tell, you know." Isaac had figured she would eventually notice, but it didn't make him any less frustrated. On the final leg of their trip, they passed by the gift shop; his eye caught an unusual sight, a woman working in the shop that grabbed his interest. She was standing behind the counter, four large earrings in her ears and a thin red ribbon tying up her long black hair, with a shiny bauble holding the ribbon tight. Her face was thin and a little angular, but still lovely, marred only by a somewhat miffed expression. He couldn't see her lower half, but the upper half was a sight to see, a medium waist outlined by a company t-shirt that couldn't begin to hide her huge breasts -- D-size at least. Her skin was pale, like a girl that got little, if any, sun. He could see she wore multiple rings and bracelets, and an indeterminate number of necklaces. She was the 'unique' type that made him hard in high school, but he'd eventually moved away from in favor of the wholesome girl-next-door. For some reason, the sight of this particular girl went straight into his dick, and in an instant he knew the battle was lost and his erection would be almost painfully upright for a while. "Her, huh?" Nall's voice came from his side and down, where her head came to rest on his shoulder. "I like her too. She's... distinct, from the other humans. Is there any significance to that?" "We're all distinct, Nall." He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the images going through his mind of the girl, imaginations of her nude body, his cock entering her, the sight of those big breasts pressing against Nall's, trying to guess what her pussy would taste like or how good she was at sucking dick, and finally the image of her on her back, her belly swollen and laying small eggs with his and Nall's help. He fought, but it was no use, the ideas were already ingrained deeply into his mind. "In her case, though, she's probably a little more distinct, so you're right. I bet imnir had the same thing. Some kids just... stand out, they have to be different. Most grow out of it, but some don't. Some are straight-up crazy, but some just keep a few trappings of their... difference." He nodded toward her. "I'm guessing she's the latter... at least, she's not overtly crazy, and she has a job." Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 04 "I think I know what you mean. I had a little myself as a kid, but I did grow out of it. I like her. Good choice, Isaac." She stepped away. "Stay here." As she said it, his mind conformed itself around doing as Nall told him, metabolizing a new idea inserted by his alien mistress to remain in place until she got back. Isaac knew on some level that he was being controlled, but the majority of his mind was content to stand and wait, looking idle and occasionally checking his watch. Nall strode inside the practically empty store, the clerk girl giving her with a mechanical nod and greeting. As the automatic glass doors closed on their own, he lost the thread of their conversation early, catching only the greetings and introductions. The girl seemed to pick up Nall's happy energy, and the two were both talking amiably soon. After a few minutes, Nall wrote something down on a pad of paper and gave it to her new friend. The other girl thanked her, and nodded several times as Nall said a few more things to her, then came back outside. Isaac's dick was straining in his shorts, and he was becoming genuinely worried that passing museum staff or guests would notice it. "Now, Isaac. I was promised 'clothes.'" She took his arm again, leading her outside; they reached his car and got back inside. As she shut the passenger side door, she continued. "By the way -- she tells most people to call her L, but her real name is Electra." "And? What did you talk to her about?" He almost hated himself for saying it, but he felt he had to know what she'd done, and most importantly, if their interaction had been what he thought it was. "Relax. I want clothes, Isaac." She directed him to drive north a few blocks, to where he knew there were some outlet stores. "I'm told by L where there's some good stores for women who match my description. After today, I think I'm starting to get a general idea on what looks good and bad with this whole clothes thing." She fiddled with her shirt idly while he drove them, his cock still tenting his shorts. He parked again, and Nall gleefully led the way inside. He mostly just followed her around for the half an hour they spent in the mid-range boutique. Nall wasn't much of a shop hound, unlike some of his ex-girlfriends; she looked at a lot, but made decisions quickly and with finality. She only tried on a couple outfits at first, to get an idea how the different sizes looked on her, then most of the clothes she bought she didn't actually try on. She picked out some underwear, seeming to instinctually -- or just already -- know her sizes. By the time the clock hit 5:30p, she'd found about ten outfits' worth of clothes, and Isaac found that certain themes carried across galaxies and he was made to carry the bags. "It's generally a good idea to try something on first, even if you know the sizes." He coached her as they were leaving. "Different cuts, types of clothes, manufactures, fabrics, even different colors can look different even though they list the same size." "I'll still spend most of my time naked anyway." She stated it flatly. "This is just for utility purposes, really." Isaac stopped halfway through the parking lot, reminded once again how aroused he was at the mention of Nall returning to her default nudity. She glanced at him. "I can't really shake being imnir, Isaac. Humans wear way too much, way too often. I could see wearing so much if we lived in the polar latitudes, but it's warm enough for everyone to go naked right now. It makes no sense." Isaac didn't bother arguing. Never mind that he had no desire to see half the women out there -- let alone other men -- naked. He chalked it up to a cultural difference. They loaded up the car and he began driving back home, skipping traffic with some shortcuts and reaching his condo building in twenty minutes. After parking, he opened the trunk, and at her idle direction he lugged the bags back inside and up the elevator to his condo. Once inside, she -- surprisingly to Isaac -- stayed clothed. The raging dick in his pants had had him reluctantly looking forward to Nall stripping back to her default nudity as soon as the door was closed. Instead, she helped him unload and sort the clothes, commandeering a corner of his own walk-in closet and moving his own things around carelessly to make room for her own. At some point halfway through, Isaac had a strange sense of revelation when it caught up to him that he was helping Nall move in; the two really would be together for a long time, if she was right about this bond. After she'd finished hanging her things, she stepped back, nodded, and closed the door. "Congratulations on your first step towards becoming an American woman, Nall." He managed a grin. "You own four pairs of shoes. We'll win you over yet." She shook her head and went back out into the kitchen, grabbing another banana -- the only Earthly fruit she seemed to like. "That reminds me -- you had a spaceship. What ever happened to that? And didn't you say we got down in a shuttle? It isn't parked on the roof or something, is it?" "The ship is still up there, in a high and stable orbit." He noticed her skill at peeling the banana had improved, though that wasn't saying much; her first attempt had been a disaster. "The shuttles can be remotely controlled. The whole ship can, actually. I should be able to set that up in one of those smart phones like you have, if I can get my hands on one of my own. I set it to park at the lunar L4 point after we left." "And what if someone sees it?" He imagined turning on the news to read about an alien invasion, and seeing his own and Nall's pictures on TV, branded as would-be interplanetary conquerors. "They won't. Its stealth system isn't top of the line, but... well, the Vnec-117 was the most reliable and most energy-efficient sensor transparency grid ever made. I recommended it to the project lead." She stated it with the confidence of an expert. "It wouldn't fool a state of the art recon sweep, but there's nothing even close to that available to anyone on Earth. It's safe where it is. The project also found a couple little eight-man tactical landers, with sensor-reflective hulls and heat-masked engine housing. Those are the shuttles we can use to get there and back." Nall sat down at his kitchen table, leaning the chair back, then beginning to rock it slowly. "I sent that one back to the ship, but I can call it back whenever. I'll need to go up again sometime to fill my network back up with biomass, but that won't be until we've had maybe a hundred thousand eggs laid." His mind reeled. Forcing himself back to where he was, he opened the fridge and began to fix himself a turkey sandwich in silence. A thought occurred to him as he watched Nall take another bite of the banana. "Why do you need to eat, anyway?" He put the various items away as he finished. "I've seen you fill your breasts up with milk, out of nowhere. When Jessica ballooned up with eggs, she didn't look like she lost weight afterwards. Doesn't that violate conservation of mass?" He sat down opposite her. "It would, but the mass is coming from my quarkware network. That's what I mean about needing biomass and DNA from the ship. Your dick I already infused with some of my own quarkware." Her foot went up under the table and pressed against his hard cock under his shorts. "When I was licking Jessica, I was sending some into her too, temporarily." He vividly recalled the surprising sight that greeted him as he returned from his forced solo walk around the area yesterday, of Nall kneeling between the young Jessica's legs, making love to the girl's sensitive folds with her tongue and fingers. Nall's display of passionate lesbian attention had made his cock especially hard, and he knew he'd see that sight repeated again and again with more girls, whether he wanted to or not. He knew what his cock wanted. She continued. "Quarkware can store mass in quantum tunnels, which are... it's hard to explain. My own body's quarkware network has an upper limit on mass storage -- about, oh, four tons? The ship holds the rest, I can absorb some when I run low. It can't store food mass for me, though, so I still have to eat." "Neat." He ate his sandwich quietly, trying to do some absorbing himself of everything she'd said. Nall seemed to be warming to him, opening up more and revealing some of her secrets; he was filing all of them away, trying to create a complete picture of the mysterious alien woman and her mission, her personality, her technology and abilities. He didn't know what he wanted to do with that knowledge yet, but he felt obligated to do what he could to learn everything she offered in this moment of relative vulnerability. "I'm going to go change." She suddenly stood and went back to the bedroom. Confused, Isaac stayed in place and ate -- figuring Nall probably just wanted to try out the outfits she'd gotten, just like he said she should have done before he dropped over a thousand dollars on his new alien mistress. He expected for her to come back out looking angry that something or other didn't fit right or didn't make her look the way she wanted. Instead, a couple minutes later she emerged in a white sundress, loose and flowing, with a basic white bra on underneath, and simple white leather sandals on her feet. In all, it was a very nice look, attractive, and wholesome; a particularly impressive feat considering he'd spent three days now on the receiving end of her sex-drenched 'mission' that had induced in him sexual proclivities most people couldn't even imagine. The plain white dress, especially, complimented her exotic, butterscotch-colored looks and shiny black hair. Stunned, Isaac put down his almost-finished sandwich for a moment and took in the sight. She looked down at herself, and smiled. She spun around and shook her ass at him invitingly. "How do I look?" "You picked that up fast... you look really good, actually." "Good. I'm going out for a few hours soon... how do you feel?" "Uh, what?" He was still too distracted by her gentle curves to get the question. *Did she just ask if I feel all right? Since when does she care?* "Your body. It's going through a lot of changes right now, and your mind too. How's your condition? Any issues to report? Side effects?" *Oh. And here for a moment I thought she cared about more than whether the tool needs repairs.* "My balance is still a little screwy, but I'm getting used to it. Becoming so strong so fast is disorienting, and getting taller isn't helping... I also feel like eating a five-course dinner. For four. By myself." "But there's no pain? Swelling? Bruising or bleeding?" Nall walked up to just in front of him, her perfect tits just in front of his face for a moment while she bent downward and started to inspect him, running her hands all over his body. "Uh, no. Actually, I'm even more flexible lately, and what few bruises I got from our little, uh, engagements have healed real fast." "Good. Everything is going well then." Her hand unceremoniously entered his pants and found his rod. "I see this is responding correctly too. Do you need relief, Isaac?" "Um, are you asking or offering?" She didn't respond verbally, instead just closing her grip on his penis and stroking it a few times in his pants. Their eyes met, hers cold and unyielding while Isaac was still gripped with conflicted emotions. Suddenly a half-smile cracked the side of her mouth. "Tell me, stud." She tugged his pants down, and then swung around to straddle his lap. With his cock now exposed, she was free to stroke him much more easily. "Do you like me more looking like this, or looking like I did when we met?" "Uhhhhhh......" Isaac's mind blanked out for a second as he just stared at her body in his lap. She looked fucking amazing, like a sex queen designed just for him. "You already know, don't you? You can read my mind." "I do already know, but I want to hear you say it." "Oh, come on..." Isaac rolled his eyes, wishing she would get over with the little game and just let him come. "Say it, Isaac. Say you like fucking your alien wife just the way you found her, all red and yellow and teal." "Uh---" Isaac almost choked. "Oh, did that wife part startle you? But we're closer than most married couples, on either of our homeworlds, Isaac. Actually, would it make things easier if we got married officially? I know that there's some tax changes and such, and it might make some financial things less tricky." "Uh -- uh -- it's not like you have ID, so I don't think -- Why the fuck are we married?" Nall shrugged. "I was just asking. I'm indifferent, it just sounds like it might make some things more convenient. But anyway, you have to let me hear it first if you want any relief before I go out tonight." "Umm -- fine." He sighed, then steeled himself. She was stroking his cock just slowly enough that he wouldn't come, but his head was leaking pre-come all over her hand. "I like your natural look more. It's, uh, more *you*." He gulped. "So yeah, there it is." "Awww.... Does Isaac have a crush on his slavemaster?" Both her hands went to his cock now, stroking him earnestly. "You know damn well you could just zap my head right now to think whatever you want me to think. Stop playing around." "But it's more fun this way. Doesn't mean I can't have fun with your head, though... clasp your hands together behind the chair. Don't move your arms or legs from where they are." His body automatically obeyed, and soon he was as frozen in place as if he was tied to the chair. Nall bounced his rod back and forth as she watched him realize he was trapped. She gave a long, sensuous tug on his cock, then began to slide off his lap and down until she was kneeling on the floor in front of him. "Because you're a good boy, you get to come down my throat. Are you ready?" "Stop this... just do it, and get out of here to do whatever you're going to do." She pointed him at her mouth and began to lick down the underside of his shaft. In between licks, she stared up at him with a predatory gleam in her eyes, and kept talking when her tongue wasn't on his rod. "Mmmmm... we both know what I'm going out to do. I've got a date... With Electra. From the museum." "Fuck..." Isaac shifted in the chair as much as he could, which was almost nil. "You're going to mind-control her too?" "I certainly am... I'm going to make her bisexual, then I'm going to make her want me more than she's ever wanted anyone. Then I'll make her more and more submissive... until she's like clay. Waiting to be reshaped however I like... then, I'll bring her home... you'll watch as I make her come... and then this big cock will invade her... and fill her up with eggs." "Fuck..." Isaac knew how much the image aroused him, even more than the blowjob he was receiving. "Why not just... ungh... just use the girl next door again? She, uh, enjoyed it last time..." "I can't have all the eggs just be from one or two sources... Plus, using one female at a time only gets me a few hundred eggs a day. When you've completed your change into the Patriarch, your cock will be able to fertilize a dozen or more women daily. Mmm.... this... cock..." Her licking stopped and abruptly became true sucking. His head vanished into her mouth and soon the upper half of his length. Isaac moaned aloud as he felt his cockhead press against the back of her throat, and she shifted her position onto all fours so that he could begin to penetrate her throat too. The conversation couldn't continue anymore; Isaac's thoughts were too awash with sex to follow any train of thought. Nall knew it and used it, rocking her whole body back and forth to let his cock fuck her throat gently. His eyes could barely meet hers, as weak and angry as he felt, yet still aroused beyond belief, he was almost fighting back tears. Staring at her unwavering gaze was too much; it only drove home how helpless he was. She was going to make another girl into a weak little sexpot who would just lie there while some guy she'd never met fucked her. And this time it was someone he'd chosen -- not specifically, and not intentionally, but it had been a girl Nall had caught him fancying, which was all she'd needed. He wondered how long the effect of Nall's mind control lasted; was it permanent? Was she making them weak-willed little sex pets for good? He had no time to piece together what he knew of her abilities; his balls with boiling with raging desire. He let out a low groan as he felt it beginning in his base, and then rushing up his length as his orgasm began. Nall knew it was happening too, and slowed down while she let his cock slide down as deep as it would go, until her nose was touching his lower belly and he felt his shaft stretching her throat wide. He couldn't see her neck at the moment but he knew it was stretched in a way that wasn't possible for most humans; it was only Nall's special Ark power that let her go without breathing for a while that enabled her to deep-throat his huge rod so completely and for so long. He tried to buck his hips but found he could still barely move. Instead, Isaac was simply frozen in place as his balls pumped and he felt come rushing down his shaft, deposited straight down Nall's throat and into her stomach. Their eyes met again, and Isaac wanted to crumple. Despite being lower down, and being the one sucking him off, Nall seemed totally in control, and simply meeting her gaze made him feel useless, like he was just her pet and she'd decided to give him a treat. It only made him angrier with himself that he felt so thankful to her that she'd let him come -- even if it was she that had made him into such a horny bastard that he needed to come several times a day now. Isaac gritted his teeth as more blasts of pleasure shot up his rod and he emptied a heavy load of come down her throat. Nall remained studiously in place until his balls finished pumping, and then slowly moved herself backward until his cock finally plopped out and onto the wicker chair he was sitting on with a wet *thud*. She sat up on her knees and made a big show of swallowing, then licking her lips. Nall stood up and checked herself in the mirror while he recovered. Satisfied with her appearance, she looked at his wilted, recovering form, still frozen in place on the chair as his softening, glistening cock shrank inch by inch. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat. "You're released; you can move around." Isaac let out a breath and his arms fell to his sides, then his feet splayed out. He didn't move much, or out of the chair; he just pulled up his pants and laid there for a few moments. "I'll be back in a little while." Isaac stood to go with Nall. "No, Isaac, stay here. You're not allowed to leave the apartment or contact anyone. I'll be fine without you, and I'm not going far. I have a date, and you'll only be added to the equation when she's good and ready. And Isaac... while I'm gone, don't get yourself off, okay? I want you to save it up." She closed the door, and he blinked as he felt the mind-control commands sink in. Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 05 Without anything to do until his alien captor returned, Isaac settled for distracting himself, reading the newspaper and trying to catch up on the week's worth of news he'd missed while he was asleep, his body changing to suit Nall's needs. The distraction actually worked, and after an hour he was totally engrossed in the Wall Street Journal. He laughed when he read his old company -- Grand Courier Inc. -- was mentioned on a 'death watch' financial advice column. The world hadn't changed drastically while he was busily unconscious. He thumbed through the articles, only reading a few choice ones on the subjects he thought really mattered. It occurred to him that he hadn't checked his email in a few weeks, and Nall hadn't forbidden him to contact the outside world. *So what, am I going to call up the government and tell them an alien sex fiend is mind-controlling me into getting human women pregnant with eggs?* He sighed. *They'll think I'm insane at best. Life in prison at worst.* Isaac resigned himself to concealing his new, incomprehensible situation. In his email were some emails from work friends, asking why he'd left without notice and if everything was okay; he responded that he'd had a shift of priorities in life and was taking it easy and pursuing self-employment. *It's not even false...* His former assistant, Clara, who seemed disappointed but understood his decision; she said he was the best boss she'd ever had, and if he landed anywhere else that he needed an assistant, to please give her a call. He liked Clara. She was a pretty woman, his age, and very smart; there had been chemistry early on, but then she'd suddenly found a boyfriend and he'd politely backed off. He had heard she was single again through the office grapevine, and interacting with her was a little less professional in the week or so before his abduction by Nall, but he had been waiting a while for her to get some distance from the last guy. If he'd heard right, he'd cheated on her and it ended badly, and she'd been very upset. She'd taken two 'sick days' right around the time it allegedly happened. Clara wasn't leadership material, not really a weak person, more like she just couldn't bring herself to just boss people around. Clara would rather do the work of an entire department herself than ask anyone to help her -- Isaac had been like that early on, but Clara had spoiled him, and was one of the reasons he'd stuck around at the doomed Grand Courier as long as he had. He assured her he would bring her aboard if he had the options wherever he landed next. He'd missed twelve phonecalls in the last eight days. Two from a surfing buddy over last weekend, probably asking if he wanted to go, six from his boss -- he winced -- and various other numbers he didn't recognize, probably telemarketers. He also read numerous texts from his sister, Melissa, two years his elder and as kooky as ever. Melissa had resigned herself to a life as a crazy cat lady after her divorce three years ago, and she'd relapsed into depression -- though reading the texts it didn't sound like she was going to make another suicide attempt like in high school. Ever since that had happened when they were young, he'd always been eyeing every word she said, monitoring for her losing it again. He was glad she was doing comparatively well; she was his childhood crush and he still felt more than sibling affection for her, but that was something he'd decided to leave be years ago. Isaac felt a little guilty for not being there for her; his sister was a good person, and fun, though she rambled a lot and had hinted that her interest in unsolved mysteries and the unexplained wasn't just idle and she actually believed some of it. *Shit, aliens might actually be locked up in Area 51.* Isaac pondered, knowing he had an alien living in his own house, who was due back sometime tonight for an intense and bizarre fucking session -- probably along with a girl he hadn't even met. He had no room to chuckle -- even to himself -- about his sister's ideas now. He texted her back, and the two caught up over the next hour or so. He browsed some web pages in between messages. It occurred to him to look up some astronomy information, and soon he'd found a map of science's current best-guess understanding of the local galactic cluster. Isaac couldn't be sure, but it did look very similar to the map Nall had shown him inside the ship -- just from another angle. Tracking out the other galaxies the two-bit web applet showed in its display, Isaac settled on one galaxy that had to be the one Nall said she was from. It was called NGC 253, the Sculptor Galaxy. Apparently, in galactic terms, it wasn't really that far away, but 12.7 million light-years was still a mind-boggling distance to have travelled. If he'd understood Nall's story right, she'd been transformed into the 'Imnir Ark', a living quarkware vessel, just before every living thing on her world was fried by deadly radiation in what she described as her own people's mistake. Sealed in an underground vault that had within it a powerful supercomputer that communicated with countless probes launched at light speed in all directions, she had laid deactivated inside a docked spaceship for some indeterminate millions of years until one probe noticed Earth. Deciding it had found a compatible species at last, the computer had used all of its energy to warp Nall and the spaceship all the way to the Milky Way and Earth's neighborhood, destroying itself in the process and sending her on her one-way mission to make him impregnate human girls with who knew how many imnir eggs. Isaac shrugged, not knowing what else to do about his predicament. Melissa sent him another text, telling him the latest on the interactions between her cats. Boxer was having something of a spat with General Jones. Going from the fates of intergalactic civilizations to the politics between cats made Isaac laugh, and he turned off the computer, spending the rest of his evening before Nall returned catching up with his crazy sister. The doorknob turned more than two hours later, breaking his concentration. The clock read 8:12p, and the sun had already set; the sky was a dark blue, the horizon red-orange and dimming. The door was left slightly ajar, and he could hear some bumping and shuffling outside, but the door didn't move. He got up and opened it, and was greeted with the sight of the passionately kissing Nall and -- his cock was renewed -- Electra. The two's shiny black heads of hair, matching, flowed and mixed together as Electra aggressively smacked her lips against Nall, their tongues meeting and traces of saliva coating their cheeks near their lips. As he imagined -- though in his mind they'd been bare -- their two pairs of breasts were pressed together, Electra's large boobs dominating the smaller, round tits adorning Nall's chest -- all four globes squashed into flatness as their embrace tightened. Nall's hands were fondling Electra's ass under her jeans; he noticed that she'd gotten changed from her work clothes, now wearing a black tube top that hugged her torso and outlined her huge breasts very clearly, swooping in beneath them to make it very obvious that her chest wasn't simply large due to any kind of weight problem, that she was well-built and just had naturally big boobs. Electra had at some point taken off the copious jewelry she'd had in the store, now her only hint at her wild side being her large quadruple earrings. The pair rolled inside, brushing past him. He closed the door, his eyes never leaving the passionate lesbian coupling. Electra didn't seem to notice him, focused intently on Nall. With the door closed and the world now outside and far away, Nall snaked her hands under Electra's top and slid it off in one quick motion, the other girl raising her arms to accommodate her; beneath she wore a satin bra that Nall then devoted herself to removing. The other girl complied, reaching behind her to undo the clasp that Nall seemed to have trouble with. Isaac sat himself down on the love seat and his hand went under his pants to grip his hardening cock, knowing what Nall intended. As Electra's bra fell to the floor, Nall rolled the two of them onto the couch, and their make-out session resumed with Electra's pale breasts now fully exposed. Unable to help himself at the sight of those beautiful orbs, Isaac's hand closed tightly around his dick, but he found himself unable to stroke. He remembered Nall's command, not realizing it would apply even after she returned. Coming up for a moment, Nall shifted her knees, then grabbed the straps of her dress and pulled it over her head. She tossed it away, landing sideways on the coffee table; underneath, she wore her own new bra, but no panties. Her bare pussy with its dark lips was revealed, a familiar but still erotic sight to Isaac. He could tell that her mind control -- the same thing she'd used to turn Jessica's thoughts into an erotic mush, helpless to resist both Nall and himself -- was at work here too, driving Electra into an irresistible sexual frenzy. Still, she seemed notably less docile than Jessica was under the same effect, and had a modicum of control of herself -- even if, it seemed, she was unable to even think of stopping herself from making love to Nall, she was able to direct her own body, at least. Jessica had been so reduced by Nall's power that she had basically laid back and taken whatever was done to her. *Maybe Jessica was a weak-willed girl to begin with?* Crawling backwards, Nall then unbuttoned the other girl's jeans, sliding her hands under Electra's ass when she finished, grabbing her waistband. Electra raised her ass into the air to help her slide them, and her panties, down to her knees, then set herself back down and Nall pulled the last remaining bit of clothes -- and Electra's last remaining defenses -- off of the unsuspecting female. Nall set herself in the same position she'd used with Jessica, a low kneel, almost curled into a ball, in between Electra's legs. He could see Electra's crotch, sporting a neat track of tufted pussy-fur in a single inch-wide line over her snatch, the rest shaven clean. He knew her pink folds would be especially appealing to Nall, and seeing her in that position, her lovely ass so wantonly displayed and her perfect pussy lips hidden in the cleft between her legs and feet, was itself particularly erotic to Isaac. Unable to stroke himself, Isaac settled for pulling his pants down -- then, ultimately, off -- along with his shirt and shoes. Nall's licking had begun in earnest when he was finally naked, and Isaac settled back onto the love seat, his stiff dick held fast in one immobile hand while he watched. Electra was very much enjoying Nall's attention, but seemed to want something else. She kept tapping Nall lightly on the shoulder, and trying to move herself around. Finally Nall relented, coming up to let Electra reposition; the other girl pushed Nall up until she was on all fours, then slid herself beneath her lover. Electra's pussy, still open to Nall but now upside-down, soon received the same loving, probing licks all over again, and Nall found herself stimulated as well when Electra's tongue began its first tentative explorations. He knew Nall was up to something, infusing some unknown quarkware deep within the pink pussy she was licking and preparing the other girl to receive Isaac's cock, and his virile, egg-inducing semen -- but all the same, it seemed Nall had no trouble focusing on the sex itself as well, giving Electra enough pleasure to keep her moaning hard and loud. Nall's own hips twisted with the apparently somewhat inept attempts by Electra to please another girl, something he guessed she had little or no experience with. The pale girl couldn't hold on long against Nall's laving tongue. He saw her legs raise off the ground involuntarily, he toes curling up. The white hands that gripped Nall's rich butterscotch-colored ass tightened, the fingers digging into supple flesh as Electra's body reacted uncontrollably, a powerful orgasm beginning inside her clit and spreading. Isaac heard her moaning helplessly into Nall's pussy, trying and failing to keep up some token effort of making Nall come too while Electra herself was pushed past the brink and her mind washed away in torrents of pleasure. He saw Nall close her whole mouth over Electra's pussy, sealing some final transformation within her that would make her ready to lay the eggs that Nall desired so much. His dick pulsed in anticipation, knowing Nall had brought Electra here for him, to penetrate, to have his way with, to empty his balls inside and watch the results. Nall came up, standing again and coming over to Isaac's side. She sat on his lap, and Electra looked over at the two in a haze. "This is Isaac... my, um, boyfriend." She glanced at him, and Isaac gave her a raised eyebrow. "He's mine, and so is this." Nall took his dick in her hand, pulling up the heavy pole and showing its full length; while fully erect, it was too heavy to stand up straight, usually sticking out forwards. On the couch, sitting as he was, it wasn't clear to Electra at first how big the organ was -- but it was now. Her eyes widened. "But since we're good friends, L, I'm giving him to you tonight. Isaac has something special for you. Something very, very special. Do you want me to make him give it to you?" Electra lay there a few moments, still in an erotic dream-like state. "Y... yes...' She said weakly, then with more force. "Make him give it to me." "Good..." Nall sat up and walked back over, taking Isaac by the hand and Electra by the other, leading them into the bedroom. Once inside, she kissed Electra again, and the two twisted around and fell onto the bed, Nall below and Electra above on all fours. Electra's huge breasts, their pendulous weight heaving back and forth and her nipples brushing against Nall's dark skin as the two made out again steeled Isaac's dick. He got up onto the bed, coming up behind Electra, and suddenly Nall rolled her onto her side and grabbed one thigh, holding it up high. The position was clear, and she looked Isaac in the eye, willing him to enter. He obliged, positioning himself and lining his dick up with Electra's pink lips. She looked up at him, her smoky gaze meeting his as her mouth stayed slightly open, taking her breath in short gasps while his cock entered her warm, wet paradise. Isaac's world was enveloped in hot pleasure, and he felt a primal sense of fulfillment; his dick was once again inside a fertile female, stroking in and out slowly. Unhurried, but driven by his own instincts and sensations, Isaac took up a quiet and lazy fucking motion, adding side to side and different angles to his thrusts. He felt Nall come up behind him, her lips hot against his ear; a slight smell of Electra's residual wetness wafted past his nose as Nall's warm breath passed close to his face. "You have no idea how hard it was to make her bisexual! It took me hours. It was nothing like Jessica." She gave a little lick on his ear. "Still, we had a good time, and I learned a lot. Oh, and remember, I didn't have to force your arousal this time." He blinked, realizing it was true; Nall had never touched his shaft with her power and induced massive desire in him. He was fucking Electra on his own -- *though in my defense, he thought, she doesn't have to do that hormone release thing to make me horny... and I wouldn't be in this situation to begin with without her messing with me.* It wasn't a bad argument, but he knew he was glossing over his own role, not wanting to look closely at how much he wanted to fuck Electra even knowing what would happen to her. Nall continued. "Have fun fucking her, I know you wanted to do this the moment you saw her. I want you to enjoy her." She stood back two paces, staring at the lovemaking intently. Her command was something he would have done regardless, but he obeyed, plugging his dick at a leisurely pace into the pale, black-haired woman. With her mind filled to bursting with pure eroticism, her expression an unmasked vision of pure and unrestrained sexual delight, Isaac found her much more beautiful than the gloomy but attractive post-happiness girl in the museum shop. They changed positions again, Isaac wanting to do her from behind and feel her huge breasts in his hands, hanging low and heavy, their weight swinging with his thrusts. They switched again, with her on top, but him still doing most of the work -- his muscular arms pushing her ass upwards and dropping her down onto his dick. Finally, enjoying the second position the most, Isaac returned to doing her from behind, enjoying the sight of her naked, pale ass and back, her head hanging down and hair in a tangled mat on the bedsheets as his dick slid in and out, in and out, slowly but relentlessly. He couldn't get enough of her massive breasts, the softball-sized melons like playthings in his hands. When he went to switch her position again, thinking he wanted to do her from the front and see her huge boobs bounce up close as he fucked her, she suddenly shifted and gripped his dick, her mouth descending and opening wide. Before he could react his head passed her lips and he groaned, his pussy-soaked shaft filling her mouth completely and stopping just short of the back of her throat. Not even half of his pole was buried within her mouth, he saw; she wasn't any kind of deep-throat expert like Nall. Nonetheless, the end of his shaft was the most sensitive part of his body at that moment, and he was already very hot by that point; he placed his hands on the back of her head and let her begin to slowly bob up and down. Her hands were on the base of his cock, stroking him up and down in a mismatched pace to her sucking. He felt her earnestly working in her tongue, but was hampered by how his massive cock dominated her whole mouth, filling it up completely. Her head backed up all the way to his tip and her tongue laved his head, and he felt another dollop of pre-come release into her mouth. Despite being a good-looking, shapely, large-breasted beauty, Isaac was beginning to notice that Electra didn't seem very experienced; he'd felt the occasional brush of teeth on his dick, though he quickly forgave that -- reminding himself that his new oversized dick, Nall's "gift", was probably big enough to make it difficult not to get at least some teeth on it. Nall seemed to manage without doing that, somehow. Electra's instincts were well-meaning but both now and when he'd been fucking her, she wasn't doing as much to stimulate him back as she probably thought she was. All the same, he felt determined to utterly satisfy her, and her attention had enthusiasm if not expertise, and he liked that she had no qualms about sucking a dick so utterly soaked in her own wetness. A distant sense of boiling in his ball foretold his impending release, and he noted the penetrating gaze of Nall. She would be very disappointed if he came into her mouth, and he felt a sudden compulsion to sink his cock back into her pussy, and knew it was Nall's mind control. He automatically pulled out, shifting the compliant Electra back onto all fours and lining himself up, then burying his pole into the fair-skinned girl once again. He felt the deep twitch and sensation of building that signaled his inevitable orgasm. Determined to make her come first, he set himself to it, one hand moving to her clit and frigging away as the other alternatingly supported his weight, repositioned her, or simply tweaked her sensitive breasts. Isaac was rewarded with her increasing gasps, and he could feel the twitching within her own pussy walls too; knowing his own cock was a slow volcano, he took his time, pushing her beyond the edge again. It was easier than he thought, and he realized he must have had her teetering on the brink of her own orgasm for some time, but the girl had never become demanding or tried to force her own satisfaction. Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 05 The powerful force of pleasure emanated from his deep groin and built upwards, surging into the tip of his dick; he felt his balls pulsing, pumping their special seed hard and firing it down his shaft. Gripping her hips tightly by instinct, he bottomed out his cock and let his come loose. The first jet, a squirt of enough come to fill a small paper cup, blasted his mind with a short pulse of overriding, mammoth pleasure. He had only a second of respite before another pulse, and his balls pumped away, delivering a second, then a third, and fourth rope of semen deep inside her. His orgasm continued on and on, well beyond the normal male orgasm, pumping superhuman supplies of quarkware-modified white semen within her fertile body. Finishing, Isaac felt exhausted, and exhilarated. He had been noticing that coming inside fertile women was very different from just coming, as he did with Nall often; it was not only more pleasurable, but a more basic, primal, and utterly satisfying experience. He knew the feeling was artificial, a product of the mind-control placed on him as part of his transformation into this Patriarch that Nall wanted him to be. He felt another sensation diminish, one he hadn't been consciously aware of; the heat that had spread throughout his body when he began to come, part of his change into the creature Nall wanted, had been at work -- increasing his muscle mass, acting on his mind and pheromones, bringing him closer to perfection for her mission. He fell down onto his ass, leaning his increased weight backward on one hand as his slick cock plopped down, going limp. Nall came back to the bed from where she'd been sitting nearby, playing with herself. He could see she hadn't come, her pussy still dripping wetness; watching him impregnate women apparently lit her on fire, causing her body to go into sexual overdrive. He figured this was just as likely part of the process, the combination of effects that was turning them into an ideal pair of... he didn't even know what. Predators? Caretakers? Progenitors? Electra was still on all fours, her belly now growing just as expected. Eggs were taking form inside her, expanding to fill her body up to ripeness. The process didn't take very long, or at least not in the two previous incidences in his experience. Nall guided the helpless girl, who now was finally almost as pleasure-drunk as Jessica had been, onto her back -- this time, rather than a headrest, Nall herself laid her back against the headboard and used her own nude, dark body to support Electra from behind. The contrast in their skin tones, and the defenseless and expanding Electra, her hands on her warm and growing center, supported by the dark, mysterious, and controlling Nall was alluring. The knowledge that Electra was in this state due mainly to Nall's control and influence excited him for some reason. Some part of him was deeply attracted to Nall's predatory side, he finally admitted to himself. Electra turned to kiss Nall, their tongues dancing for a moment. Nall broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, and Electra nodded. She let Electra's body slide sideways a bit, lowering the girl's head, and exposing one of Nall's breasts. Nall herself moved so that the breast was accessible to Electra, and suddenly the breast also grew, filling with the special milk that would help Electra's body with its load of eggs. Electra sucked greedily, taking messy gulps of the white fluid. Some of it dripped down between them and soaked the bedsheets below. Isaac felt something he didn't expect -- his cock released a dab of pre-come into the hand fisting the semi-limp organ, already in the beginning of its recovery. He knew the power that surged in him when he came also changed him and made him stronger, and he realized it probably also improved his sexual stamina and recovery time. Right now, while he felt satisfied, he knew he would also soon be able to come again if he wished -- but the raw, raging desire wouldn't return, at least for a while, unless he wanted it to. He watched Electra drain the other breast, then the pale girl's hand went back to the nipple and seemed to plead with Nall. Her belly was now quite round, looking very pregnant. Nall's breasts filled with milk again, and Electra's mouth closed wetly over a dark brown nipple, then moved to the other, draining both within minutes. To Nall's surprise, Electra wanted even more. The pale woman continued to suck, her body becoming quite heavy and practically immobile, it was filled so large with eggs. She looked half again as pregnant as a human woman at full term, probably still able to walk but not well. The mass dwarfed her well-toned legs and arms, and even her massive breasts; it dominated her whole body. He knew her time would be soon. Nall sensed it as well when Electra suddenly stopped drinking. She had barely gotten one hand in front of Electra's pussy when the first egg popped out. It wasn't like when Jessica's egg-laying began, or even the small experience Nall had had; the egg actually popped out, moving with some force of its own and rolling a short distance on the bed. It was followed a second later by another, and another. Nall seemed alarmed, the eggs coming much faster than she'd anticipated; she gestured to Isaac, who came over and happily assisted with moving the warm eggs as they emerged and rolled out along the sheets from Electra's slowly shrinking belly. Nall occasionally whispered things in the girl's ear and played with her breasts, stimulating Electra and keeping her on the edge. Even though he knew he shouldn't let himself be drawn into the twisted scene, despite himself Isaac's dick stiffened further and he carefully let each little grey sphere fall into his palm, the wetness of Electra's body coating each one with a sheen of slick goo. In between eggs, a flow of a gel-like substance oozed out of Electra's pussy, puddling on his bedsheet and making for an increasingly large mess. The heat of it surprised him, and for some reason he didn't mind; it seemed very natural for this to be a gooey, sticky process, it only seemed to add to the transcendent eroticism of Electra's egg-laying bliss. Isaac didn't even bother to count the eggs, he only knew it was more than Jessica laid after he'd made love to the smaller woman who was his neighbor. Occasionally he noticed Electra looking down with heavy-lidded eyes at herself, though he wasn't sure if she actually understood what was going on. Her sight seemed to drift around, first focusing on her own belly, then the eggs she was laying, over to Isaac's stiff dick laying out flat on the bedsheet, leaking its own clear fluid into the sopping mess her body was making of his bed. It took almost twenty minutes, but Electra's stomach gradually returned to normal, and the flow of eggs slowed and stopped. Electra's state didn't seem to lift, her mind still lost in the throes of some erotic force only she could truly understand. Nall felt around on her stomach and pressed on it, moving her hand all over the other girl's belly, feeling for any remaining eggs within. She apparently felt none, and nodded. Electra seemed very weak in her arms, still awake, but drained, yet she was left extra-sensitive from the experience. Nall shifted, coming out from behind her and inspected a few specimens from the pile of eggs on the bed, her body still sweaty and her legs slick with the goo from Electra's pregnancy. She was clearly almost as exhausted as the other two, but seemed even more satisfied than either. Seeing her so primally, basically happy in that moment stirred something within Isaac; *sooner or later I'm going to have to deal with my feelings about Nall*, he realized. Even knowing she'd practically enslaved him and was using his body and mind for her own questionable purposes, he still shared a deep bond with the powerful, unique alien woman, and though she was from another galaxy and they hadn't even known each other for a week he felt like he understood her as he had no other woman in his life previously. Nall looked over at him, sliding fingers through her black hair to push it back, and she gave a little smile to him. For an instant, he could have almost believed she was looking at her lover. "I'm getting some beacons. No rush." She glanced at Electra, and then saw Isaac's dick was almost completely hard again, and gave a knowing grin. He felt a little angry with himself, knowing having an erection again so soon indicated to her that he was further along in her 'process'. She spoke softly to him, nodding her head at the still-helplessly super-aroused Electra. "Go on. She deserves it. Finish her off. But don't come inside her yourself, her body can't take a second load of your stuff so soon." He nodded, and shifted the helpless girl on the bed. She moaned piteously as he positioned her with her ass at the edge of the bed and spread her legs, kneeling down. With a slow and delicate touch, his tongue laved her clit, eliciting an immediate long groan from her. Her hands went to his head and tried to push him away weakly, her body involuntarily trying to protect the sensitive region, but he easily overpowered her, keeping up his tongue's attention on her clit and lips. Isaac's hand went to his own shaft, and he found that whatever force Nall had had compelling him was gone; he was free to stroke himself and his hand flew along his pole. Despite coming inside this girl very satisfyingly less than half an hour ago, he felt the response in his cock and knew he would come again soon. He knew his cock wouldn't blow a huge and powerful load like before, but he still felt he had a little something inside his balls he could coax them into pumping out. One hand stroking his own pole, Isaac licked away at Electra. It took less than thirty seconds of licking at her clit and a couple fingers inside her pussy and she came, very slowly; he kept tonguing her for almost another minute as she writhed in slow motion, long and gradual waves of pleasure washing throughout her as her body reacted to the stimulation of her clit when it was unnaturally sensitive. He was aware of the sound of Nall activating one of the warp beacons and beginning to send away the eggs, but he let himself get lost in the sensation of her body's languid orgasm, surrounding his face and happening all around his tongue and lips. He felt like he could sense every extremity and sensation, every emotion and thought running through her, as her whole being was centered at that moment on what he did to her pussy; it was a powerful feeling, like ownership, but sensual and erotic. As she was coming down, the long orgasm fading into a deep sleep, he felt a clutching pleasure in his own cock, and pulses as his balls once again performed their task. Jets of come -- minimal for him now, but still copious in comparison to what he could have released prior to encountering Nall -- spurted down onto the hardwood below, cooling slowly in a wild pattern of thin lines and large white globs. The gouts lost their force quickly, turning into a slow dribble of semen dripping down into the mess he'd made on the floor. After he recovered, he helped Nall get rid of the large number of eggs; there were even more than when he filled Jessica with his come, and he ignored the goop he'd left on the floor for now. Nall eyed it as they got rid of the last of the eggs, then smiled at him. He knew what she was happy about; his ability to harder and more often was growing, which meant she could begin to find more and more girls and be rewarded with hundreds more eggs. She would probably want him to start doing this more than once a day, he realized. His ability to fight, to take a stand against her single-minded dedication to the mission, was dwindling every time he experienced a little more of the life she intended for him. He resolved himself to try even harder. "You're getting better." She stated it matter-of-factly, but also with a hint of satisfaction. She covered Electra with a blanket, tucking the other girl in. Electra would be out for a long time, probably ten or twelve hours if Nall had been correct when she explained to him the effect egg-laying was supposed to have on human women. "I guess I am." He didn't see any reason to contradict her on this particular point; it was just a fact. "Tomorrow we find another. Maybe two if I think you're ready." She took the head of his dick, still sticky, into her hand, the wide glans filling her palm. "And we see if we can make you shoot a few more times before you sleep tonight. It helps the process." Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 06 Chapter 06 – IHOP "Very good, Isaac... Very good." Nall gave the warp beacon a final twist, and a *whoop* sound emanated from it as air rushed in to fill the empty space left inside after its contents were teleported across space to some planet in a distant galaxy, neither of them knew where. She'd just sent away the last of the eggs laid by Kim, the latest young woman to be seduced by Nall and impregnated by Isaac – the two of them forming a team of sorts, their purpose and direction entirely determined by Nall. The alien woman who stood before him had abducted Isaac almost two weeks ago now, and he'd spent six days afterward asleep while his body recovered from the changes she'd made to him, preparing him for a whole life of this. Isaac said nothing, only sitting on the lounge chair, as naked as the other two in the room. His massive cock – once nothing special, but after meeting Nall she had used her power to expand him to legendary size – laid flat and limp against his torso. Every time he came inside a woman Nall selected, her strange 'quarkware' powers enhanced and empowered him further, though there did seem to be a point of diminishing returns. In the last week, Isaac had gained six inches in height, bringing him to six feet and four inches, and was a full two hundred and fifty pounds – and built like an Olympian. Isaac should have exuded confidence and strength having such a physique and massive tool, but in truth he only had these things because Nall had given them to him easily with whatever incomprehensible technological power had been infused into her mind and body eons ago, mere hours before her whole civilization died in a tragic catastrophe. Left asleep underground for millions of years, she'd been sent on a one-way mission here to Earth, and had chosen Isaac to be her unwilling co-conspirator and tool to complete her task – the rebirth of the imnir race. Kim was asleep, her egg-laying having concluded, and she'd been finished off by Nall. After laying eggs, women became incredibly sensitive, easily brought off into a special, long orgasm that usually drained the last of their diminished energy and they drifted off to sleep. At least, that was how it had gone with the last seven women he'd done this with since meeting Nall. Kim, a dark-skinned beauty, shapely and athletic, lay peacefully asleep on his bed, her waist surrounded by the clear goo that accompanied the eggs as they emerged from her body. It was becoming a familiar sight, and one that aroused him a little more each time – something he always tried, and usually failed, to fight. Nall's mind-control and power over him was very strong, but not total. Kim was another neighbor in the condo complex he lived in, one of a group of three girls who lived together a couple floors down. Later tonight, after she awoke, Nall would cloud her mind and give her some suggestions – to return to her house and rest, and making Kim think she'd had a cold and spent the whole day in bed, maybe something like that. Nall – his captor, his companion, and his sometimes lover – tossed the warp beacon into the trash. Depleted, it was useless now, but she'd brought a bag of a hundred down with her from her ship in orbit, and there were thousands more onboard. She strode out of the room and he heard her rummaging around in the kitchen, then she came back with an oversized sponge and a cup. Isaac made as if to stand, to help her, but she gestured back to him to lie down again. "No, stay down and rest. You worked hard today. I'll clean this up." She happily cleaned the ooze out from around the unconscious Kim, treating the other woman's body gently. Isaac had noticed that while she ruthlessly pursued the seduction and impregnation of the women she chose for him, after they'd made love Nall became as tender and caring as anyone. He shrugged, returning to his relaxed position and watching Nall finish the job. She came from the kitchen after having cleaned up, and gave him a happy smile. Nall walked up and straddled him, her bare dark pussy suspended between her butterscotch-colored thighs and hovering over his flaccid dick. She sat down unceremoniously, unsatisfied wetness drenching his cock once again, after it had only just now dried off from Kim's juices. He felt the vaguest stirring in his dick, but he was quite tired. Nall bit her lip and slid her hips up and down the length of his dick, her clit rubbing against his pole. Seeing girls lay eggs always got Nall worked into a frenzy, but she didn't want to risk breaking her prize male, the instrument of her mission. Nall took her time, gently persuading his cock back into stiffness. Still silent, Isaac's eyes had fixed on Nall's breasts for a while. When he impregnated girls, she inevitably used her quarkware to fill her breasts with some kind of special milk that seemed to aid their bodies somehow with laying eggs. The girls drank varying amounts of it, usually requiring her to use her power to fill them back up more than once. Kim had only partly drained her breasts the second time Nall filled them, alternating between them quickly in a rare display of passion from the other woman; usually Nall's mind-control powers turned their minds temporarily into a sex-drenched mush and made them passive. Kim had been a firecracker, but was totally unaccustomed to being with other women; Nall had been left unsatisfied. Nall's breasts still hung low, expanded beyond their normal size by the milk still within. His own energy slowly returning, Isaac's hands drifted upward and onto Nall's breasts, seizing her nipples suddenly and pulling her downwards. She jerked down, surprised, then placed her hands on either side of her head. "What happens if I drink it?" He nodded forward, still staring at her dark brown nipples. "Nothing bad. If you - " Nall gasped as suddenly his lips fastened onto a breast, suckling. Nall's reactions slowed and stopped, and soon she was very still, the only sound being her breathing as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the pleasant sensation of being drained. Isaac found the taste strange, but somehow good; he continued suckling, moving to her other breast in turn. As he sucked, he felt his cock stiffen and arousal returning to him once again; he also felt Nall's warm wetness dripping down over the sides of his pole, her already-hot pussy only getting hotter with his attention to her breasts Within a few minutes he had sucked her dry and both tits were normal-sized again; Isaac felt refreshed. Nall broke out of her spell and looked down at him, then her wet nipples. "I meant to say – if you drain them, you'll probably get horny again." She gave her hips a little shake, smearing her wetness on his shaft, and bit her lips. Nall shifted, flattening her feet on the floor on either side of the chair and placing her hands on either side of its top. It gave her leverage to speed up the motion of her hips and ass, rubbing her clit furiously down his length. "Oh, so *now* it's okay to do something that isn't the mission." Isaac smiled at her sudden glare. She'd used plenty of mind control to make him cooperate today, having to use it more and more often on Isaac as he became increasingly clever at finding ways around it. He'd found that she became worse at it as she became hornier, and if he had her hot enough he could override her mental commands outright. In response, Nall stood up, and grabbed his arm, pulling Isaac onto his feet easily. He was continually surprised by her superhuman strength, another effect of her abilities as a quarkware vessel. She led him by the hand out into the main room of his condo, then laid one hand back on his wet shaft as she gave him a kiss on the throat, as she seemed to like doing. "You did good today. Really." She gave him a little tug. "And I suppose you want to reward your little slave for a job well-done." Isaac said it with eyes narrowed. Nall stepped back, looking at him clearly. "You're mad, aren't you?" "I'm trying to remember a point in the last few days that I wasn't mad." Nall frowned at him as Isaac stared out the window. The alien woman seemed to think for a while, then a smile spread across her face. "I have the perfect reward, then." Isaac said nothing, only raising an eyebrow. Nall angled his cock downward with one hand, then turned around and backed into him, her ass cheeks hugging his dick. Her hand snaked up around the back of his neck, pulling his head down to kiss her. His increasing height made it more and more difficult to make love to Nall standing up, as they'd found over the last few days when they weren't impregnating girls Nall chose. Lust was becoming increasingly apparent in her face and actions as she let his cock slide up and down between her ass cheeks, her feet going from flat to tip-toe and back repeatedly. She reached down with her other hand, grabbing his ass and squeezing it tightly against her, forcing his shaft to bury itself further between her cheeks. "I want you to let all that anger out, Isaac. All of it..." She swayed her hips a little. "...into my ass." Isaac, despite himself, was moved by her newest approach. "You sure?" He gave his dick a flex. "Even you might not know how much I've got." "I think I've got a good idea." She kissed him again, then stepped away, bending down onto the couch and standing in a wide stance. Her pussy, both dark and pink, was lewdly displayed, but he knew right now that she wanted something else. Her clean, dark rosebud sat in front of him as well, pristine and – to his dick – virgin. He'd never had Nall this way before, in fact he'd never done this with any woman. Isaac's dick was now fully erect and released a dab of pre-come at its tip. Ever since abducting him, Nall hadn't let him come inside her again; they'd found in his spaceship he was capable of impregnating her with eggs too, though very few, and they weren't the strong and healthy specimens produced when he'd made love to any of the human women in the past week. He had, however, come in her mouth, in her hand, on her face, on her tits, and virtually everywhere else except her pussy – and that excepting that one first time, and the second when she'd used him to change her to look human – and where he knew he was about to go, all more times than he could count. She seemed insistent on him coming every single time he physically could, which was becoming increasingly frequent; she said it was part of the process of his change into the perfect male she needed for her mission. Taking the side of her waist in one hand, Isaac placed one finger against her asshole, and pressed. The tight bud slowly yielded, and allowed his finger into the super-hot channel within. Even his finger – tiny compared to his dick – felt crammed inside, heat and force crushing it from all sides. Isaac twisted it around, amusing himself a little as he manipulated Nall's ass. To his surprise, she was very responsive to his stimulation, apparently a woman who already had a taste for her ass being used. Pressing a second finger into the forbidden entrance, Isaac continued his teasing, and let his other hand play very lightly across her clit. He didn't want her exploding quite yet, but he could stand to see her lose a little more control. As Isaac kept up his two-pronged assault, he was rewarded with Nall's decreasing control of her passion. One thing he liked most was to watch Nall – the commanding, self-centered, arrogant space alien who'd come and so rudely claimed his body and mind for herself – reducing slowly into a quivering mess of need and desire. He'd never finished the job – Nall always rallied, being quite resilient – but as he came to know his new companion better over time, he suspected he could eventually overwhelm her with need. A third finger was inserted, and he flicked her clit occasionally, causing shudders throughout her whole body. She was rapidly centering her whole mind on what he was doing to her ass, her every movement and expression being a response to his manipulation. Isaac decided it was time, and straightened up, letting go of her pussy and taking her with both hands by the hips. Lining up his dick first with her folds, Isaac slowly slid himself within her. The feeling was exquisite; warm, tight, sopping wet, and welcoming. He knew she wouldn't let him remain in there, and she only let him take one stroke. After that he felt mind-control at work in him, barring him from trying to fuck her, but just as he expected from her obvious arousal, it wasn't as strong a compulsion as he'd felt from her in the past. Isaac felt like he could overcome it if he really gave it his all, but it would drain him badly and leave him very vulnerable to her afterward. Regardless, he knew now wasn't the time to try. He pulled out, his cock now coated with a layer of Nall's utter wetness. Her eyes gazed back at him, smoky and mysterious; he could read her all the same, knowing that right now the mission-crazy alien was just another horny girl, albeit one with a lot of power over him. Isaac placed the tip of his cock between her ass-cheeks, and pressed a little, then used one hand to spread the cheeks a little wider. His head was so broad that the tip didn't even reach her asshole unless he gave it some help. Isaac began to feel some doubts that this would work. *Maybe she made me too big.* "Let's give it a try anyway." Nall seemed excited. He knew she'd successfully read his mind, but he hadn't been particularly difficult to read in that moment either way. "Besides, I told you to just let your anger out. Don't worry about me, I can take it." Doubtless she could; the quarkware suffusing her whole being probably made her bulletproof, for all Isaac knew. He thought quickly to himself; he didn't *really* hate Nall. He never had. She, too, was almost as much a victim of mind-control as he was; during her transformation into the Imnir Ark, her mind and body had been twisted around the ideas necessary for becoming what she was now, an instrument of the mission. When the machine that sent her to Earth had located Isaac's home world, it had transformed her body into a human shape, and only her alien coloration remained as the one external clue to her origins. It had also altered her mind, rewiring her sexuality and infusing her with hunger for human females, and her one bonded male, all in preparation for her new role as the Ark on Earth. Still, under all that, her true self wasn't really gone; he knew he genuinely liked Nall, despite her faults, which was part of his frustration. He didn't like how she just took these girls like Earth was her personal shopping mall, and made him come inside them, filling them with eggs, even though he enjoyed it – and, by his observation, the women laying the eggs enjoyed it most of all, though she cleared it from their memories afterwards. What he felt more was anger at himself for falling into this trap and not being dedicated enough to his personal values to completely resist Nall. He knew it was what she had done to him, but he *liked* seeing women expand with eggs, *liked* the new body he was given by her power, and *liked* the endless sexual satisfaction this new life presented to him. Isaac let his frustration out in a powerful, single thrust. His still-soaked cockhead pressed hard against her ass, eventually prying it open and the crown sliding inside. He instantly felt incredible heat and pressure surrounding his glans, the sensitive and least rigid part of his organ squashed hard against the rest of his thick shaft. Nall's teeth were gritted, her eyes squinted shut; he could hear her alternately groaning and panting. His desire couldn't be stopped – the thrust continued, forcing his pole deeper inside and invading her body. It was very slow going, only an inch or so disappearing every ten seconds. Nall very quickly overcame the pain, before he was even halfway within. After only six inches were inside, he felt his cock hit bottom. He was as far as he could go within her ass. He let out a long breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Placing a hand on Nall's side, he noticed she, too, had worked up a sweat, even though neither had moved much. "God... damn." Isaac let his cock rest inside her for a moment, leaning over her back. He'd never felt such wonderful tightness. Nall smiled weakly, then her expression took on a playful smirk. He suddenly felt his cock being crushed, like it was in a vise, then it was clear again. The pressure clamped down again, then released. Nall was flexing, toying with his dick, daring him to do as she asked and let his anger into his actions and fuck her hard, heedless of her pain and thinking only of his own satisfaction. Even now, Isaac resisted the thought. His hand went under her waist, finding her soaked clit with two fingers. Her mouth opened wide as he began to play with it, and he pulled his hips backwards. Hers went with him for a while, his cock buried so tightly that the two moved together until she braced herself and his cock began to slide out, the tip looking white as blood rushed back in while he pulled out for a moment. Before he was out completely, he thrust back inwards, this time with less resistance than the first penetration. Isaac knew he wouldn't last long under such exquisite torture, he could already feel his balls preparing to empty their virile seed futilely into her asshole. Nall's own hand rushed beneath to join his, and together they played with her nubbin as his cock increased its pace, fucking her ass harder and harder. His own orgasm arrived hastily, and it wasn't as strong as he'd felt in the past; all the same he moaned loudly when his cock shot its first gob of come into her ass. A second shot overwhelmed his senses again, then the third. It was over quickly, unlike when he had just come inside Kim; after his cock finished, still dribbling out some of its seed, he helped push the superheated Nall beyond her limit. She came with his cock still buried in her channel, and he felt her quiver and shake, muscles spasming around his softening dick. He felt like he had a special, inside experience on her orgasm as he sensed her whole core vibrate and shudder, tension slowly releasing from her body after waiting so long to come herself, after seeing Kim lay eggs. Pulling his cock out, he saw Nall's asshole gape for a few moments until it began to close. He let himself fall sideways onto the couch, then Nall did the same with herself, spooning against him. The way she sometimes treated him like a lover and equal and sometimes like a tool and puppet was another frustration for Isaac, but for now he ignored it, thankful for the moment of shared intimacy after such intense and powerful sex. They were silent for a time, then Nall peered back at him. "Feeling less angry now?" "I enjoyed it, thank you." He left her question alone, still not having answered it within his own mind. She didn't press the issue, instead leaning her head down onto his meaty arm and resting. Within a few minutes, he felt her body slacken and breathing become slow and methodical. *Great. She's asleep on my arm, and she'll be pissed if I wake her up.* He knew that his arm was going to fall asleep itself from the weight of her head on it. Sighing into her black hair, Isaac laid his head down on the side cushion and let himself relax. The taxing day soon has its effect and he, too, fell asleep, after having lazily noticed the clock read 7:00p. He woke at four in the morning, feeling groggy and sloppy. Sleeping on the couch always did that to him. Nall wasn't in the room; he stood up, his legs wobbly. His hips were sore from all the sex yesterday, and his cock was a little raw, but he knew both would go away soon. He passed into the bedroom and saw the bed was empty; he assumed Nall had already done away with Kim, giving her a suggestion to go home and rest, and suitable replacement memories overwriting her impossible experience here in his condo. Isaac hopped into the shower and emerged five minutes later refreshed and energized. After a shave and his morning ablutions, he took a close look at himself in the bathroom mirror. His body was very built now, his muscles impressive even when he wasn't flexing, and he felt both strong and good-looking. It was strange seeing the world from so much higher up at times. Still, he was getting used to it very quickly, and it was one upside to his new life as Nall's possession. Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 06 Walking out into the kitchen, he passed the sliding door to the deck and saw Nall. She was out lounging on one of the deck chairs, naked as usual, staring at the distant horizon – now very slightly pinkish, sunrise probably not being for another half hour or forty-five minutes. She was very still, her eyes not moving or following anything. He saw a mostly finished glass of orange juice on the small table between the chairs, and an open bag of Doritos. *Of all the things to eat together...* As he spent more time with Nall, he sometimes was alternatingly struck with how humans and imnir were so alike, and at other times with how foreign she was. She had not only bizarre taste in food, but would sometimes gorge herself at breakfast, then eat nothing but a waffle for dinner. She seemed to avoid meat, but she didn't say if she was vegetarian or if she just had no taste for it – though he had seen her devour well-prepared fish like it was a prize delicacy. He'd seen her microwaving the weirdest things – lettuce, salted tofu, glasses of Coke... Isaac left her alone on the deck, not wanting to bother whatever meditation or trance or battery charging or whatever she was doing. He took in some morning news, checked his emails, and otherwise went automatically through all the hard-forgotten habits of a working man, despite having been out of a job since he met Nall. As he finished up and had just sat down to do some reading, around 7:00a, his phone suddenly rang. Glancing at its face, he saw it was Clara, his former assistant. Nall was still out on the porch, where she'd apparently been for hours, in that same pose; the only sign that she was alive with the gentle rise and fall of her chest. Isaac shrugged and answered. "Clara, hi!" "Isaac, hey! I had barely heard from you..." They caught up for a few minutes, then Clara seemed to jump to the reason she was calling. "I wanted to know if I can drop in for a little while. I had something I wanted to talk to you about in person." "Um – Clara, I'm not sure this is a good time, I've got some people staying with me..." "Nall, right? Your new girlie? She and I met earlier. We get along really well." Isaac's blood froze. After a long pause, he managed a single croak into the phone. "What?" "It was, oh, I guess a week and a half ago. She didn't tell you? You were sleeping so peacefully. She said you'd had surgery and would be out for days." "I-..." Isaac realized he was treading on very thin ice here. He had no idea that Nall and Clara had spoken at any length; Nall had only hinted that she'd mind-controlled Clara into delivering Isaac's resignation letter. *Come to think of it, me leaving Grand Courier went a lot easier than I thought, I figured HR would be all over my ass to come in and sign this, that, and the other; I wonder if Nall had her do more than just deliver the letter...* "She must not have told you! You really made an interesting choice with her, Isaac. She isn't anything like Gina or Casey." Clara listed the two of his ex-girlfriends that she had met. "So is her movie shoot done? She said she was a make-up artist for some science fiction TV show and she was trying out some crazy look on herself when I came over. How long ago did you two meet? You never said anything before you left!" "Umm – not long ago. We just sort of hit it off." Isaac was flailing and he knew it. *When the hell did Nall become such a good liar? And why didn't she tell me that Clara and her had talked about all this?* "So anyway, can I drop in for a bit? I have the things from your office still." "Uh, sure then. Come on by whenever, but I don't know how long I'll have." "Great, I'll be in around noon then. Say hello to Nall for me. Tell her I'm looking forward just as much to seeing her too." The tone she added gave Isaac pause. *What happened between these two?* "Sure, ah, looking forward to it." They exchanged a few more words and he hung up. Isaac stared into space for a couple moments, then he stood and noticed Nall was inside, in the kitchen, cleaning up her own plates. Isaac was glad, at least for a moment, she hadn't made him do it; Nall seemed to be, at least, a decent roommate. She took out a glass and filled it with ice water. "So Clara finally called, huh. Good, I was hoping she would soon." Isaac fumed. "What the hell? You just told me she delivered my letter to the company. You never said a damn thing about all of this." "Relax, Isaac." "Now is *not* a time to relax, *Nall!*" He threw his arms up in the air. "A make-up artist?! What if she starts telling people that! Have you thought through this bullshit?" "Isaac." She pointed at the couch. "*Sit down.*" The command settled into his mind through their bond, controlling him, and he immediately sat on the couch. His state of mind remained just as angry, but he stayed in place. "I knew you would be furious if I told you up front that Clara and I spent any time together. You have feelings for her, I know." Nall sat down on the love seat perpendicular to him, and she leaned on her side, relaxing. "And you thought I would be less furious if you told me later?" Isaac wanted to break something, but his body refused to obey. Instead he sat back, relaxed and casual, even as his blood boiled. *I should have known!* "No, I thought you wouldn't be willing to listen to the end." Nall took a sip of her water. "I'll tell you right now, because you should know. Clara knows everything." Isaac didn't even want to ask, but he did. "What's everything?" "About me, the imnir, you and what I've done to you, the ship, our bond..." Nall droned on, listing everything unbelievable and incriminating about her. "But on the phone just now, she was saying you told her you were a make-up artist." Nall would have still had her bright red skin when this happened, before Nall used her power on his dick to change her to look human. "She and I agreed not to discuss the truth over the planetary information grid. The make-up artist thing was her idea. She said to use that if I ever got caught in public in my natural coloration. Who knows if it would work, but I suppose it's better than nothing. She turned up at the door the night after I brought you back down from the ship." Nall shifted, then continued. "Her main concern was you, and she was really mad at me at first. She threatened to call the police. I had trouble mind-controlling her. I wouldn't say she's got lots of willpower, not that much at all really, but she's really, uh, volatile, and her thoughts just dart around so fast; I think it's called ADHD in humans? Anyway, at the time I was still really unfamiliar with the way human brains are wired. So I took a chance. I sat her down and we talked." "Okay..." Still pensive, Isaac felt himself relax internally just enough to listen through to the end. "I figured I needed somebody I could trust; I knew by that point that I was totally out of my element. Earth wasn't anything like what I expected, you saw that up in the ship. I knew she'd do what was best for you. As we talked, I used just a little bit of suggestive power on her." Nall waved her hand, dismissing Isaac's upwelling rage at the mention of using any kind of mind power on Clara. "I didn't change anything about her. It was more like just getting her a little bit drunk, but only in certain parts of her brain." How Nall knew what getting drunk was like, he wasn't sure; maybe they had alcohol on Avoch too? It wouldn't surprise him. "I needed her to speak to me from the heart. She surprised me. She'd probably surprise you even more." "Oh?" Isaac felt guilty even probing her on the topic. *Clara's thoughts should be her own until she chooses to share them with me*. Still, he needed to know how this whole thing happened between Nall and Clara. "Clara's feelings for you are at least as deep as yours are for her. There's a lot you don't know about her, though. For one thing, once she relaxed, I noticed her checking me out just as much as you and your new big tool. Clara likes 'people, not genders', she said." He'd heard she had quite a sexual appetite from some water cooler talk from some of the more crass guys at the office, but had always dismissed it. It surprised him that Nall was saying Clara liked girls too, though. "She promised to cooperate, under a few conditions. One was that I always had to make sure you were safe. Easy, I was going to do that anyway." Nall counted off a second finger. "Second was I had to take care of you. Provide for you, make sure you were comfortable. She actually helped me with that part, and it was her suggestion that I patent some of the things I knew as a flight engineer and sell them off. It hadn't occurred to me up until then, and she set up the arrangement with the lawyer and a 'shell company', whatever that is. Clara actually seems to have a thing for secret lifestyles, she really enjoyed all of that. "She also said she knew how unhappy you were working at that last place, and said that I could give you a 'lifelong vacation'." Nall ticked off a third finger. "Last condition was that she be allowed, without any control or messing with her on my part, to be filled up with eggs and to lay them at least once. After that, she gets to decide whether or not to continue the arrangement." Isaac's eyes widened. "She was thinking about adding a fourth condition, that she be allowed to become a permanent addition to our little relationship, but she decided against it; she wanted to give you that choice. Clara and I spent three days together here before you woke up. I caught her looking at me so many times, eventually I just invited her to have sex. I only did it at first to try and keep her on my side, but I liked it so much that we ended up doing it maybe twelve times before she left. She might be a little disappointed I'm not red anymore when she gets here, actually, she mentioned that it excited her. I really do like her a lot. I hope you can see that." Nall looked at him. Isaac sat ramrod-straight, his thoughts as frozen as his body. The whole story blew his mind. Clara and Nall were co-conspirators in his new lifestyle? Clara had *helped* Nall set up this whole thing? The two of them had been eating each other's pussies for days while he was lying in bed? He couldn't even speak, he had no idea where to even begin. When Nall said Clara had a taste for secret lifestyles, she probably didn't even realize how far that went. Clara must have had a whole another side to her he didn't know for her to go along with Nall this far without being mind-controlled; for some reason he believed his alien companion when she said she hadn't used her power to alter Clara's thoughts. Nall watched his expression for a time. "Well, I could just control you into telling Clara you want her to move in. But I won't. If you need a reason... I'm curious what you'll do." She licked her lips and touched him on the nose, and he felt the command on him to sit down release. Nall straightened up and stretched. "What *I* will do, though, is make you take me to this 'IHOP' again." She went back into the bedroom to get dressed. Isaac followed, his mind still racing and trying to digest everything he'd been told. His dick was standing out straight before him, already knowing what it wanted to do to Clara. Nall didn't actually use mind control to make him take her out to the restaurant, knowing he'd go along with it. When she was in the closet putting on a camisole, as he was reaching for some pants his cock bumped against her leg. Nall smiled, taking it in her hand and sensing that he had at least partially recovered from their last bout. "We've got some time this morning, don't we?" Within moments Isaac was leaning back against the doorjamb, Nall kneeling between his legs and sucking his dick. She had already been quite good at it from the first time they made love, but now that they'd been together a while, her familiarity with his cock and what he liked had only improved. She alternately deep-throated and licked his shaft, occasionally painting her tits with the gobs of pre-come he involuntarily delivered. Her mouth closed over one of his testicles, the massive orbs now permanently expanded almost to the size of chicken eggs, and he felt the beginnings of his orgasm as her hand stroked his shaft while she licked at his ballsack. Sensing his impending release, Nall shifted backward a little, leaning against the opposite side of the doorjamb and presenting her boobs with both hands. His hand went to his shaft and flew up and down, and he aimed himself at her round and delicious butterscotch tits. With a groan, he came, his balls pumping away as ropes of semen shot out in rapid sequence. Her tits were soon coated in a random pattern of lines and gobs, slowly oozing downward. Nall greedily gathered it up with all ten fingers, sucking down everything she could of his come. Isaac rested against the wall for a while, and as soon as she finished cleaning herself off he winced as her tongue found the end of his sensitive dick, licking off the last remnants of his come. Nall stood back up, nudging him into the closet to finish getting dressed. Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 07 When they were both dressed, Isaac took Nall down to her new favorite restaurant again, the IHOP two blocks away. Why she'd chosen the place when they could easily afford to eat in five-star restaurants daily now, he had no idea; he'd never much cared for fine trucker cuisine. Nall was in charge, though. She ordered several pancakes, and Isaac just asked for some coffee. Isaac sipped as Nall gorged herself on strawberry waffles, her almost childlike side showing herself as she enjoyed something she loved. He smiled; seeing Nall happy did affect him, even if he found himself furious with her at times. Nall could be alternatingly a complex and scheming alien, and such a simple creature. Clara, too, had been quirky, he recalled. *Maybe that's why they got along*. An image formed in his mind, of Nall -- still red, yellow, teal, and otherworldly -- rolling on the floor in a passionate sixty-nine with his former assistant, the redheaded Clara. Another image, of the two of them with their pussies rubbing on each other, their legs crossed around each other's bodies while each furiously worked to rub their clits faster and faster against the other's. In particular, the idea of Clara willingly making love to them both, knowing who they were and what would happen to her, turned him on; he felt like he could forgive both he and Nall's behavior if it what Nall had said about Clara was true. They went food shopping together afterward, picking up another week or two's worth of supplies. As they returned, on the last of their three trips with their grocery bags, Isaac saw down the hall that Jessica had just gotten in, and was unlocking her door. He recalled that she'd mentioned she worked full-time night shifts, but it was still fairly late into the morning -- almost 11:00a -- for her to be coming back. He gave a quick wave, but to his surprise she seemed to brighten when she saw him, and she put her keys back and came over to him. "Isaac! I never get to see you. How have you been?" He replied mechanically, but she continued, and her obvious happiness seemed to infect him. They chatted for a moment, then his door suddenly opened and Nall was there, probably wondering what was taking him so long. In her defense, Nall put up a good act of not knowing Jessica. "Um -- hi, we hadn't met." Jessica shook her hand. "Yeah, okay, hi. I'm Jessica Long, from down the hall. Can I come in? I just wanted to see the place, I'm still moving in and I haven't bought anything yet, I just wanted to see what you've done with your place." Nall looked at Isaac. He shrugged and opened the door. Jessica went in, looking around, seemingly impressed. Nall waggled her eyebrows at him, and he suddenly knew exactly what she had planned. Nall creeped backwards and shut the door; Isaac's dick hardened again in his pants, the image of Jessica laying eggs still fresh in his mind from last week. The mousy brunette spun in place as soon as the door shut. "Are you going to do it to me again?" She had a knowing smile. It stopped Nall dead in her tracks. Isaac had to grin at her stunned expression. Nall gave a fake smile, glancing back to Isaac for a moment, then came out with a question she said all too quickly. "What did you mean?" "I mean what you did last time. Make me big, and make all those little eggs come out of me." Her hands went to her slight waist, stroking her flat stomach. Isaac raised an eyebrow, though he took a slight satisfaction at the way Nall froze in place, eyes wide. "How do you remember that?" Nall walked up to her. "So it really did happen." Jessica smiled, happy with herself, and she looked down as her hand went to her belly. Nall grumbled to herself, caught. "It took a couple days; it was like it was all a dream. It didn't go away like a dream does, though. I kept at it and pieced it all back together. I thought I was completely nuts. Like really nuts -- needs-to-be-in-a-mental-hospital nuts. I'd had my brushes with all that years ago... I got halfway to my car to go commit myself the other night and I changed my mind and decided to take a shot in the dark and ask you if it really happened. I don't know what you did or what you even are, but -- I know I want it again. This time for real, and I want to remember it all. It's fine. I know it's you, even if you're not that same color anymore." She nodded toward Nall. "It was... it was so amazing. Can you... umm..." Jessica's face reddened, her meekness seeming to have caught up to her. She couldn't bring herself to ask the question. Nall finally reached her at her slow walking pace, taking the smaller girl's hands in hers. "I don't know why you remember, but we certainly can do it to you again, maybe two or three times a week -- and as much as once every eighteen hours if you're good and take some pills I can make for you." She kissed Jessica's fingers, and began sucking on one; the girl nodded, following her every word. "But we can't do it more often than that. If we do, it could upset the balance in your body and make you very sick... and you could lose the ability to lay any eggs at all." Nall kissed Jessica's forehead, then held out a finger. "And you have to be okay with Isaac doing this to other girls. He belongs to me, and I need him to make me as many eggs as he can. That part is non-negotiable." Nall sounded firm. Jessica nodded, then seemed to think for a moment. "Does he make you big with eggs too?" Nall shook her head. "Not me, I'm just here to help him. I get you ready." "What do I have to do to get ready?" Jessica was practically glowing with delight; it was like her prayers had been answered. The sight went straight into Isaac's dick, and he knew he would fuck this young girl again before long. Knowing she was giving herself to him and Nall willingly washed away whatever lingering doubts and guilt he felt. "Just relax, Jessica, and let me touch you." Nall bent down and kissed the shorter girl right on the lips, holding her chin up. Moments later her hands rushed to Jessica's sides and grabbed her top, pulling it off with a couple tugs. She then reached behind Jessica and removed her bra with a now-practiced motion, then moved to Jessica's wide belt. Isaac found himself stripping as well, strewing his articles of clothing around from the doorway over to the two women as he approached. Nall led the brunette over into the bedroom, pushing her down onto the mattress. Jessica's eyes had glassed over; he realized Nall must have gradually used her power on the girl to trigger a hormone release, and just like last time it had reduced the already-meek Jessica's mind into a mush of eroticism and arousal, free will suspended for the time being. He figured that Nall probably guessed that they should do the same thing to her all over again, if that was what made her come back for another round. Jessica's body was compliant and made no resistance as Nall positioned her on the bed, laying out flat with her legs spread. She assumed the same position as the last time they'd made love, crouching between the other girl's legs and beginning to tongue her pussy. Isaac decided he could make the whole scene even hotter than the last time they made Jessica pregnant. He climbed onto the bed and straddled Jessica's face. Her eyes were still closed, and she was so lost in her lust and Nall's tongue on her clit that she didn't notice until the tip of his cock was smearing pre-come on her lips. Her mouth opened automatically, and he bore down until he was almost at the back of her throat. Only a third of his massive organ fit inside her mouth, and her sucking was languid and messy, drool escaping down the sides of her mouth. Isaac wanted to save his come for her pussy anyway, so he simply enjoyed the sensation of her tongue-bath on his pole while her moans became higher and higher. He glanced down, and saw her small tits give the slightest bounces from side to side as her body involuntarily shifted and shuddered from Nall's attention. Soon enough, her feet were up in the air again, flailing in random directions as Nall made the young and horny girl come. The vibration in his dick as she tried to cry out with pleasure with his cock still in her mouth sent pleasant sensations up his pole and into his whole body. "She's ready." Nall sat up and backed off, ready to watch Isaac perform his task. "Stay." Isaac nodded back towards her. "She wants you, too." Nall looked down at her, then at Isaac's cock as he shuffled backward, moving towards Jessica's folds. He slid the helpless girl over until her ass was on the edge of the bed, and planted his feet on the floor at the side of the bedframe. He lined up his cock with her soaked pussy, Nall's spittle still oozing down towards the young brunette's asshole. He motioned toward her face, and Nall seemed to understand; she got back onto the bed and straddled Jessica's mouth, turning so that she faced toward Isaac. She leaned forward, so that Isaac could bend his head down and kiss his companion while his dick slid into Jessica. Heat and wetness surrounded his dick again in a now-familiar sensation of tightness and eroticism, and his cock surged. Once again, it was as if the beast knew where it was, inside a fertile young woman, and he felt surges of energy in him whole abdomen, and especially in his balls, as his body readied itself to impregnate the small Jessica. Isaac began fucking the young girl, holding her thighs up as his cock slid in and out of her. He knew she wouldn't come before he did, but he also knew about what would happen to her after she laid her eggs, so he wasn't worried about his normal policy of always making the woman come too. Nall's lust intensified, he could see it in her face and eyes, as Jessica's tongue flicked out into her own folds and teased her clit; the younger girl's attention was distracted, though, and Nall often had to buck her hips and slide her clit all over Jessica's face to keep herself going. He knew that Nall's strong fetish for egg-laying was probably what was getting her off just as much as Jessica's tongue; the sight of his dick buried in a fertile woman, knowing she would soon expand with hundreds of eggs, always drove Nall into a frenzy. Surely enough, Nall came first, her hips going wild on Jessica's face as her wetness smeared all over the young woman's pale skin. She lifted up her hips after her orgasm, revealing Jessica's matted brown hair, cut short, now soaked with Nall's copious wetness. Both sets of eyes were staring at him, smoky and lustful, and Isaac picked up his pace. His balls boiled, and he gave a low yell as his cock began to spurt. His seed was ejected in jets, coating the inside of Jessica's pussy with its modified sperm. He continued stroking weakly a couple more times, but his hips stopped as his cock bottomed out and shot the last of its load inside Jessica, staying inside for a few moments longer to ensure impregnation. Isaac slowly withdrew, his cock going limp now that its mission was completed; he let it plop out and Nall quickly was at Jessica's side, her breasts already full of milk. She straddled Jessica again, her boobs hanging low and dripping with white milk directly above Jessica's face. The other girl instinctually took a nipple in her mouth and began to suckle, and Nall stayed frozen in place, her pussy occasionally dipping down to smear a little wetness on the center of Jessica's expanding belly. Her pregnancy grew over more than an hour, reaching maximum size once again after she'd drained Nall completely two times. Nall seemed not to be in the same rush as she had the last time the two had played with one another after he came inside Jessica; in turn, Jessica took her time sucking Nall's breasts and letting herself relish the sensation of growth and warmth increasing in her own belly. Jessica's hands stayed on her center, feeling the heat and tension, and Nall moved down to her middle at many times also to kiss, stroke, or simply feel the increasingly round belly of her lover. When the brunette wasn't sucking Nall's tits, the two spent most of their time making out, Nall occasionally suckling on Jessica or teasing her lower lips, or nibbling on her ears and other sensitive places. It seemed almost like the two were playing some kind of naked, sensual kissing game than actually making love; Jessica was too far lost in her own induced sexual fugue, and Nall too focused on Jessica' pregnancy, for either to try and make Nall come. Jessica would come later, he knew. Jessica's breath quickened and she took Nall's hands, placing them on her belly. "Oh... they're coming. They're coming. Thank you...." She drifted off again, her mind lost in bliss. Nall shifted the other girl, moving her back up so that there was plenty of bed under her body, giving her lots of room to lay eggs. Isaac heard something, the door unlocking. *Who? Wait, didn't... Right. Shit. I forgot, Clara said she'd be here around noon.* He rushed out into the main room, but it was too late -- she was already inside. Her eyes widened at his nudity, but she quickly closed the door again and locked it. She was as good-looking as he remembered; tall and pale, a redhead with long curls, and a high-cheeked freckled face with mysterious, knowing eyes. She had always had a very skinny body, small-breasted and wiry; she didn't do much to keep in shape, blaming poor heart and lung health from her youth, but she also happened to simply like foods that were very healthy and she'd somehow never gained weight. Clara was wearing a typical office suit, a tailored grey blazer over a slightly darker grey pencil skirt; on her legs she had no hose, and black half-heels. He recalled that she usually dressed conservatively, which was in opposition to this other side of her he was hearing about. "Clara." "Boss." She gave a little smile. "Long time no see. I see you dressed for the occasion." He glanced down at himself, his dick still glistening with Jessica's wetness, and felt more embarrassed than he probably should have if Clara really did know everything and had come here for the reason Nall said she had. "Oh... uhh, I can explain." Clara was already in front of him, her hands running down his sides and stopping to grip onto his muscled ass. "Just show me." "Are you sure?" He glanced toward the bedroom door, knowing Nall and Jessica were both inside, nude, eggs and clear goo emerging from the pregnant Jessica in an otherworldy spectacle. "Nall explained everything to you, right?" "She said you knew she was an alien, what her mission was, what she did to me..." He glanced over again. "And that you wanted to... to try it." He settled on a vague term, unsure how specific Nall had been about egg-laying -- but knowing he definitely wanted to 'try it' with Clara, if she was willing. "Right on all counts..." Her hand drifted down to his limp dick, stroking along its slippery length. Clara brought her hand back up and smelled it. "This is fresh... whose is it? Nall's?" She licked it off, looking away, then back at him. "Not Nall's." Nall's pussy did have an unusual taste, he knew, not bad but different from human women. "Umm..." Isaac's mind raced, then he decided to just tell her the truth. "Her name is Jessica. She lives down the hall." He hoped she wouldn't be mad at his rampant promiscuity; Nall had no intention to allow him any kind of monogamy. "Is she cute?" Isaac paused, then decided there was no real need for caution. "Very." "Did you do to her what Nall told me about?" Isaac paused again. "Yes." "Let me see." Isaac shrugged and acquiesced, taking Clara by the hand and opening the bedroom door. Inside, Jessica was still on her back, Nall between her legs. As soon as they walked in, an egg emerged, exiting Jessica's folds silently and plopping wetly into Nall's soaked hands. Clear goo followed, seeping down between Jessica's ass-cheeks and into an increasing pool on the bed. The only sound was Jessica's deep breathing until the next plop as another egg fell into Nall's hands. Nall glanced backward, seeing Clara. She smiled, looking at Isaac then Clara again, then she returned to her task. There was a small but growing mass of eggs to her side, each well-shaped and a mottled grey color, which he now knew meant they were most likely healthy. Clara leaned against him, stroking his chest and simply watching the scene play out. Jessica's belly gradually decreased in size as more eggs and goo were birthed, the whole process taking quite a while. Clara occasionally whispered questions to Isaac, and he answered as best he could; mostly she seemed concerned with how things felt, was anything dangerous, how had he changed, could Nall turn red again? He found his own arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer. Jessica finished laying her eggs half an hour later. Nall pulled a warp beacon out from the bedside table and looked over at Isaac, then to Clara. "You remember what I told you about what happens after the egg-laying?" Clara nodded. "Do you want to finish her off?" Clara's eyes widened. "Will she be okay?" "Very... the process actually leaves the female healthier." Nall twisted the end of the warp beacon, activating it. She used the wand-like tube to point down at Jessica, looking at Clara. "I want you to see what will happen to you soon, how hot it is." Isaac's dick had mostly recovered by now, and the occasional flicks and toying with it Clara had given him had him almost erect again. Clara left his side, and kneeled down at the edge of the bed. "What do I do? Anything special?" "It's just like eating any other woman. Take it slow. She's very sensitive, it won't take much to set her off, but push her too hard too suddenly and it will shock her." Clara nodded again and began to lick gently at Jessica's folds, the young brunette suddenly crying out as her super-sensitive pussy was manipulated. Her hands rushed down and dug into Clara's hair, involuntarily trying to push Clara away, but she pressed forward, eating the younger girl expertly. Isaac knew from watching her that Clara really was bisexual already, probably long before Nall had met her. Her loving attention to Jessica's pussy was too genuine to be faked. There was a series of quiet *whoop* sounds as Nall began to transport the eggs away, and over a scant fifteen seconds Clara made Jessica come. The young girl's body moved slowly, gripping the sheets with white knuckles as her body surged with an extended orgasm so powerful that it robbed her of all the remaining energy she had. The young girl let out a low keening, lost in her own pleasure and in a single moment becoming as starkly, nakedly beautiful as any woman he had ever seen; afterward, she gradually passed into a deep sleep. Isaac went to help Nall with the eggs, which were soon all gone. Clara only stood and stared down at Jessica, now restored to her former skinny beauty, her belly no longer inflated with countless eggs. After cleaning up the eggs, Isaac slid the blanket out from under Clara with Nall's help, moving her out of the cooling mass of her own goo. They folded up the blanket and placed it in the hamper, to be cleaned later. Nall walked over to Clara and kissed her ear and neck, sliding her hands under Clara's jacket and cupping one of her small breasts. "It really doesn't hurt?" Clara turned her head to Nall, staring into her eyes after watching Jessica sleep peacefully for a while. "No." Nall embraced Clara from the side, her hand going to Clara's stomach. "I promise." Nall leaned in and kissed her, and Clara embraced her back. "Do it to me." She said, breaking the kiss. Clara eyed Isaac, giving him a penetrating and clear gaze that told him she wanted to be filled up of her own will. "Make me lay eggs too." Isaac nodded, his cock even more ready than he was. Nall and Clara kissed passionately again, and the two women managed to move their coupling out into the main room in between shared tugs on Clara's suit, along with mixed kisses and tickles. The two had a clear chemistry, each knowing the other's preferences intimately and -- despite his painfully hard dick -- neither was in any rush, spending easily more time playing with one another than progressing with Clara's 'preparation'. Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 07 Fifteen minutes later they were in a sixty-nine on the couch, limbs splayed out and flailing as urgency caught up to them and each raced to make the other come. Isaac saw Clara sneak fingers into Nall's asshole, probing it forcefully and then pinching Nall's nipples. The aggressive redhead rolled Nall over and grabbed her thighs, pushing them down to open Nall's secret places completely, and she attacked Nall's clit while two fingers entered Nall's ass. She managed to make Nall come first, the alien woman's hips bucking while she moaned, her face and mouth obscured by Clara's pussy. Clara seemed quite smug for a few moments, smiling at Isaac as if to say *See, she's not so invincible*. She gave a start as Nall resumed, sucking her clit hard and twisting several fingers inside the redhead. Clara came forcefully, yelling loud enough that he worried about the neighbors being disturbed. *I hope they're all out at work...* Moments later, the two were panting, and Clara came up onto her knees, then stood up, leaving Nall laying on the couch exhausted. A hand went to her stomach, and she smiled at him. "I'm ready now, Isaac." She walked over to where he was sitting on the love seat, her trimmed and matted wet pussy hair right in front of his face. He wrapped his arms around her, her ass giving under his powerful forearms, and brought her pussy to his mouth. He tasted Nall's spittle on her as he gave her a few tentative licks. She put a hand on his head, letting him tongue her for a while, then she pushed on him and made him lean back. Taking his dick in one hand, she lifted the pole down and towards herself as she kneeled in front of the couch before him. Her whole hand only covered half of its circumference. "Is this the big cock she gave you, Isaac? The one that will fill me up with eggs like that other girl?" She gave a little lick on his head, staring right into Isaac's wide eyes. "I know it was kind of small before. Not the smallest I've fucked..." She licked again, and Isaac wondered how she knew how big his cock was before. She'd known two of his exes, but neither was the type to divulge that sort of thing. He hoped. *Did she spy on me or something?* Clara went on. "But not big. I would have taken you as you were before, too." She sighed, her breath hot on his cock. "I... kind of love you, you know." Isaac's heart skipped a beat. Clara gave a sheepish little grin, but he could sense the timidity and fear behind the confession. "I never knew..." Isaac managed to croak after an uncomfortable pause, his dick screaming its desire into his whole being. "I'm sorry... I just never had... any idea." He searched frantically for something to respond with. He'd always liked Clara, but had held back his own feelings because she worked for him, and she had always seemed to become a closed book the moment their frequent semi-flirting went past a certain point. He'd always felt the potential within himself to like her more than he should, and he knew he could release it at any time and it wouldn't surprise him at all if he, too, found he loved her. *Probably sooner rather than later, at this rate...* "It's fine..." Clara gave a long lick up and down the sides of his shaft, her tongue so minimal a pressure as to barely manage to register in his mind, yet still tantalizing somehow. "I could never have said anything like this to you before. I was so afraid people would find out what a slut I am. I like having one guy, but girls -- I don't love them like I do guys, but I need them too, to just kiss and hold and fuck them..." Clara was staring intently at his expression while her confessions tumbled out, trying frantically to detect any sign of misgivings or discomfort in his face. "Sorry. Too much? I'll be quiet about it." "Don't..." Isaac wasn't sure what he felt, but he was sure he did want to know more about Clara. Even though it was becoming very clear that she wasn't at all what he thought, he was utterly intrigued with her -- and very aroused for her -- and she was also one of his only remaining links to his old life. "No. Tell me more, Clara. What did you ever see in me?" It struck him as an odd conversation to have while they were both nude and she licked his hard pole, but Clara didn't seem to mind. "Can anyone ever really answer that question?" Both her hands tried to close around his length, barely managing. She flopped his dick from side to side, seeing his length quiver slightly as she increased her pace. "I was with a lot of guys over the years. A lot of druggies, idiots, wannabes, scam artists, psychos... anyone I thought was so far from my normal life that nobody I knew would find out how easily I spread my legs for anyone." She sighed. "The reality of being a bi-slut is you constantly end up with nasty guys, and when you do meet the good ones you can never hold onto them. They just want a little disposable fun. Most of the girls don't stick around, or want you to settle down with them and go girls-only. "You were always just a dream for me, Isaac. I fantasized about you all the time. Smart, funny, surfs, travels the world, speaks three languages, motivated, has money and won't lose it all on being stupid, no obvious baggage... and so obviously the kind of guy who wants a wholesome woman. Not... me. It felt like a crime to disappoint you the way I would when I went off and fucked a few people the first time you weren't looking. Or when you just found out about me in general." Her wobbling of his dick stopped, and he could see she was withdrawing into herself, whatever doubts she had overtaking her thoughts. "Clara... stop it... I should have read you better and gone for it. You're a good woman, cute, sexy..." He sucked air in through his teeth as she gave him an enthusiastic but short suck on his cockhead in response. "And you know I want to see you with girls. Did you see me running the other way when you and Nall went at it just now? I've got no right to talk about sleeping around at this point anyway." "That's true." She beamed. "I helped Nall do all this to you, just because I wanted to be with you." Her face suddenly lost its briefly renewed brightness. "I -- I'm a selfish bitch, aren't I... Nall -- she just wanted to use you, and I helped her, and now you're out of a job and kind of a slave and..." "She is using me, but I'm not sure I mind anymore." He sat up a bit, taking her head in his hands. "Clara. You did this to help me, I get that. And if we end up together because of it, then maybe it really did help me. But I don't want you to think that you have to do this with me just because you were involved." He sighed, looking at his enlarged cock, its hormones still trying to overtake his whole mind. "Nall would have had her way with me either way. She used your feelings the way she's using my body. But she isn't a bad person, either, and I have feelings for her too. I hope you don't mind that. She's just... very dedicated, to something I'm still not sure if it's wrong or not." Clara seemed to suddenly notice his cock again, his head an angry purple color. His whole length seemed to pulse in her hands. "She did say it would make you a lot hornier... is it hard to control?" "Yes." He said it with a gasp of relief, not wanting to admit how close he was to simply tossing Clara onto the couch, grabbing her hips and fucking her regardless of whatever important conversation she wanted to have. "I'm sorry. I meant what I said. I want you to make me lay eggs like that other girl. It looks really hot." She spent another thirty seconds sucking him, the first four inches of his dick being all she could fit into her mouth; she wasn't in a good position to try deep-throating him. "We'll talk it all out over breakfast, okay?" Isaac nodded. Clara let go suddenly and let his cock slap back down against his chest. She stood and set a foot on the cushions next to him, her pink folds openly displayed less than a foot from his face. Reaching down with one hand, she took his dick up again and positioned it pointing straight up and out, and let her weight shift forward. His cock was becoming closer and closer to her folds, where he knew Nall had made the critical changes to her insides temporarily that would allow her to be filled with eggs from his come. The red-headed girl and his former assistant caught Isaac's eyes and spoke to him one last time before they fucked. "It's okay to stop holding back. Just let yourself go and have your way with me, I trust you. I want to feel you fuck me as hard, as fast, and every way you and only you want to. You deserve it for putting up with all this." She shook out her hair, and a big smile came over her face as she guided him towards her pussy. "So use me. Make yourself and your big cock as happy as can be. And make me *real* pregnant with those eggs." With a low gasp and groan from both, his cockhead made contact, and began to slide inside. Their last vestiges of their relationship as boss and employee were washed away as both reveled in the primal satisfaction of his penetration, heat and pleasure surrounding Isaac's dick. His hand quickly went to her folds, thumbing her clit. He'd come too recently to go off very quickly, so he took it slow, letting Clara approach her peak arousal naturally and giving her time to adjust to his new, mammoth size. She seemed to do so quickly, her pussy seemingly made to accommodate his prick -- tight enough to feel just as amazing as Jessica, but stretchy enough to fit his whole width and length inside without causing her any pain. Her ass met his waist a minute later, bottoming out as she brought her other foot up to his side. Squatting over him, her mouth hung open as a hand went to her stomach, trying to feel for how incredibly deep inside her he was. She had never been penetrated so totally. Isaac's hands went to her hips, intending to fuck her whole body under his grip, moving her up and down. He saw Nall stirring, rolling over and standing up on wobbly legs at first, then noticing the lovemaking occurring before her. She smiled, and came up behind Clara, planting her ass on the coffee table and her hands joining Isaac's. Gradually, the two of them moved Clara up, then down, then up again. Clara tried to help too, her feet pushing against the cushions, but most of the work was being done by the other two. In a surprise, Nall's hand disappeared on one side, then Clara's eyes flew open. On the upstroke, pulling Clara up, he could see that Nall had snaked one finger into Clara's asshole. Nall stood up, and spread her legs out wide, resting her body against Clara's back and squashing her tits against her shoulder blades. Isaac's powerful arms continued to move Clara up and down, and the two messily tried to kiss as Clara bounced on his dick. Nall's finger remained in her ass, playing with her other opening while Isaac's cock plugged away. Sooner than he expected, Isaac felt his balls boiling. He grunted, speeding up his thrusts, and Nall sensed his intent. She leaned forward a little more, closing one arm around Clara's front as if to tighten her grip. Isaac began to buck his hips forward, increasing his penetration and speed of his thrusts, and soon his mind could only focus on his cock. The surge, which took longer to build due to his body's tiredness, still continued and found its way from the base of his cock up to the tip, and he felt the head open and begin to pour his seed. His balls pumped away and he shouted, pulses of pleasure blanking out his thoughts over and over as semen was released inside Clara. Nall held fast to her, not letting Clara move after Isaac's orgasm began, ensuring as much come as possible stayed inside her fertile womb. Ten seconds later, Isaac's pleasure receded, and he felt his cock already beginning to lose its hardness. Nall removed her fingers from the gasping Clara, then shifted and suddenly pulled the other girl entirely off of Isaac and up into the air, and seconds later was carrying her bodily in both arms. Clara put one arm over Nall's far shoulder, the other touching her belly. The first signs of its expansion were already visible, and Clara could feel the heat with both her hand and her body itself. Nall kicked the blanket out from under the coffee table and out into the wider area between the den and kitchen. She gave the blanket another kick and it rolled out, then she gently deposited the weak Clara onto the soft mass. Isaac forced himself to stand, his cock raw and oozing a little bit of come still. The strand of it hanging off the end bounced around briefly before sticking to the side of his leg. He kneeled next to Clara, holding her hand and smiling down at her. Clara smiled back. "It's... even better than she said..." Clara seemed to be going in and out, finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on any one thing as her conscious mind drowned in the dim, suffusing pleasure of her body's growth. Nall sat with her legs folded under her above Clara's head and her breasts suddenly expanded, then she grabbed a pillow and placed it under Clara's upper back and rested the other girl's head on her legs. She bent over, her breasts drooping above Clara's head. She smiled. "You too, you know..." Clara said it with a smile. "I won't... drink... until you... your side... of the deal..." Isaac looked at Nall, who was glowering and looking away. "What?" Nall said nothing. "Deal was... I got to see her... filled up... with eggs... too." Clara looked at Isaac, then down at his reddened dick. "Can you?" Isaac's dick felt raw and used, but his stamina had increased by leaps and bounds after making love to so many women lately, each time his body being enhanced a little more by Nall's quarkware. He sensed there was something remaining in his balls, the trick being whether or not Nall would go along with it. His alien companion shook her head, frowned, then sighed, defeated. Isaac looked back down to Clara. "Your wish is my command." Isaac said, raising an eyebrow at Nall. "I was hoping you'd be too distracted to remember." Nall checked Clara's belly; it was still growing, but very slowly. "Fine, you win." She let Clara down, resting her head on the pillow as she shifted it. Nall stood up and bent down next to the endtable, lewdly displaying her dark brown and pink folds. "Isaac." Isaac knew what his job was, and this was his rare chance to see Nall pregnant -- something he hadn't seen since he was first abducted. He'd secretly wished to do this again, even if the result wasn't quite as impressive as when someone like Jessica was filled with eggs. Really, what he wanted was to see Nall in the bliss of egg-laying again, the arrogant alien girl reduced to a pure state of eroticism and then, finally, easily sent into an ultimate orgasm as she drifted off into sleep after the egg-laying finished. His cock, not entirely stiff yet, sank into Nall's depths and Isaac was once again wrapped in heaven. His hips thrust quickly, motivated by the prospect of having his two favorite girls both pregnant with eggs at once. Nall turned to him, her emotionless mask slowly melting in an expression of lust and pleasure, and he felt her using her power on his mind, pushing him rapidly along toward his orgasm. He found his cock stiffening so quickly it was painful, and his balls felt like they were stretching. He gave a loud moan, but never stopped his pistoning motion, fucking Nall quick and hard. Her hand found her own clit, frigging herself as she rested her weight on one hand. She shifted herself a little, taking on a wider stance to give her better access to herself. Isaac felt the beginnings already, his orgasm artificially induced by Nall's quarkware. She, too, seemed to be coming very fast, and with a loud cry she cringed, pleasure shooting out from her clit and into her body. Isaac felt it through his dick, her muscles pulsing wildly. Moments later, he came as well, shooting what he already knew would be his final ropes of come for today deep inside Nall. With a few final thrusts, he finished, pumping a small load within his companion. His hand went to her belly to check, and he recognized the heat and expansion of her belly that indicated he'd successfully impregnated her. Her skin was slick with sweat, and he withdrew, taking her by the hips and guiding her next to Clara. His former assistant grinned, having gotten her wish; the almighty Nall was looking weaker by the second, already having trouble standing and walking back to Clara. Isaac helped her, steadying her and letting her down next to the redhead. Nall, alternating between the bliss of her own eggs' growth, and still glowering frustration at being foiled, presented her breasts once again to Clara. She drank, and her belly grew in turn, expanding once again quickly. She drained both breasts and Clara was soon ready to burst, her belly wide and round with eggs. Nall's center, too, had expanded, though it was strange; she'd told him they could only ever expect maybe 3 to 5 eggs from him impregnating her, which was the reason she was going around seducing young human girls and having him fuck them -- yet Nall's belly was notably larger than when he'd fucked her on the spaceship, nowhere near as massive as Clara but clearly filled with at least thirty to fifty eggs, to what he'd guess was more than a hundred within Clara. The ever-fertile young Jessica had produced more than two hundred just prior. Isaac sat himself down at the feet of both girls, ready to help with their eggs. Nall and Clara kissed and played with one another's breasts for a while as their bellies ceased expanding, then Clara seemed to wince and lay back flat, breathing harder. Her body shone with sweat, and Isaac saw a small amount of clear goo escape from her pink folds. Knowing what to do, he positioned himself between her legs, his hands at her pussy and waiting. The first egg emerged, round, grey, and healthy-looking, followed by a spurt of goo. Nall smiled, seeming distracted herself -- her eyes went down to her own belly, and confusion seemed to pass on her face for a moment. *I'm guessing she's as surprised as I am.* Isaac placed the eggs in a group to his side, the same way he'd seen Nall do it, treating each as gingerly as if it was his own child. *They are, actually, even if I'll never see any of them grow up...* After Clara had silently delivered about a third of her eggs, Nall watching the whole time with a hand on her own expanded belly, the alien girl suddenly seemed to be overwhelmed with pleasure. The arm supporting her weight buckled, and she fell down onto her back. Her legs spread of their own accord. As he watched, another of Clara's eggs popped into his hand, then something amazing happened. Nall's body shimmered, becoming somewhat brighter, her tone seeming to wobble and change randomly in different places. Within moments, her old, red hue had returned, and a few more seconds later all the familiar yellow and teal spots appeared, on her extremities and on the cheekbones under her eyes. With the sunlight coming through the window, she was magnificent, an alien beauty just as, if not more so, amazing than he remembered. Nall hadn't noticed, it seemed, her eyes were still closed and her legs spread. Almost forgetting, Isaac placed his other hand at Nall's pussy, and was soon rewarded with a single egg. It was round, grey, and... actually, it's just like Clara's. Isaac inspected it closely, having been told by Nall that him making love to her resulted in not only far less eggs, but unhealthy ones. Isaac refocused himself -- figuring he'd ask her after she had recovered. On a whim, he placed the egg together with the others, and looked back at the girls. Both girls' eggs continued, Nall's more slowly -- about two for every three Clara laid. Goo soaked the blanket, seeping through it onto the hardwood below; he paid it no mind, even when it began to make his own legs sticky. He had no idea how long it went on, having not checked the clock beforehand -- when both girls were finished, it read 1:41p. Clara and Nall were side by side still, flat on their backs and helpless, their bodies both weakened and super-aroused after laying eggs. He considered a few fun ideas, but ultimately decided to keep it simple. His hands went to both girls' clits, teasing them and watching their delayed responses. Neither fought it, the way Jessica had unthinkingly, and their throes had them bumping into each other as their pleasure went past the brink. Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 07 Nall came first, silently, her mouth wide open as every muscle tensed, then Clara, who arched her back and gave a series of long moans. He let go, and sat back and simply watched as both girls came and came, their orgasms extended by some obscure biological side-effect of laying eggs. Within a minute, both were silent, asleep side by side. Their limbs had tangled up a little, consciously or not, giving them the appearance of close lovers. Isaac left them that way, liking the sight. He found himself oddly happy that Nall had returned to her alien red color, feeling somehow it fit her better; he knew she'd have to return to her human appearance if she wanted go out again, but he would enjoy it for the time being. He fished through Nall's nylon duffel bag on the far side of the couch, and found a fistful of warp beacons. Having been already trained in their quite simple use, Isaac began teleporting loads of eggs away, about twelve at a time, and by the time he'd finished he had used two of them. Glancing down at the ruined, useless tubes once he'd finished, Isaac wondered something. He took the tube in both hands, and decided to test his new strength. With a long groan, he soon found that the tubes were tougher than they looked; he figured it was some kind of alien super-alloy or maybe it was some kind of polymer, not just metal. He stood up and away from the sleeping girls, glancing at Jessica, herself still sound asleep. Getting himself some leverage standing up, with a long and hard groan he managed, with enormous effort, to bend the tube at a forty-five degree angle -- just to see if he could with his beefy new arms. When he was finished, it occurred to him that he'd probably just done something very dumb; for all he knew, even once used, the tube's warp technology could still have been explosive or poisonous or something if the tube was broken. He shrugged, and tossed the bent tube on the countertop. Isaac flopped onto the couch, feeling quite proud of himself. Today he'd found some kind of compromise he could live with -- though only a small one, and he wasn't sure it would always work -- for his new lifestyle. There were two women here, and possibly Nall also, who *wanted* to be impregnated with eggs. He could enjoy his new life, they could enjoy the incredible pleasure it gave, and Nall wouldn't have to do any mind-control and aggravate Isaac's sense of right and wrong. He smiled. From where he lay on the couch, he could see inside the bedroom where the nude, young and fertile Jessica was laying out, and on the floor where his beautiful one-time assistant and now lover Clara was mixed up with the dark red Nall, his alien mistress and captor, the director of his new and bizarre life. For the first time in weeks, Isaac felt a sense of relaxation and mastery; having made love to three women in an hour, he realized he truly didn't have much to complain about. He looked forward to getting to know Jessica, a shy but very horny young woman from down the hall, and he also looked forward to getting to know Clara all over again -- apparently he'd not ever really known her that well at all. And as for Nall -- he grinned -- he was sure he'd convince her, somehow, to let him fill her up with eggs again. Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 08 Clara's finger traced down the length of Isaac's shoulder, intriguing the redhead with its bulk and well-defined muscle. The two were sharing the lounge chair on the deck of his condo, nine stories up; they'd finished breakfast minutes ago and had decided to take their conversation outside, revealing their inner thoughts about each other over all the time they had worked together and kept each other at arm's length for one reason or another. "I keep thinking I'm going to wake up." Clara poked him. She had found her bra and panties, but hadn't bothered to put anything else back on. Isaac was wearing long drawstring pants and no shirt. "I've been thinking that for a long time now." He brushed her red curles aside and kissed the nape of her neck, making her smile and close her eyes for a moment. "What's it like? What else did she change besides this?" Her knee bumped his cock, still heavy even flaccid in his pants. "My libido is barely controllable anymore. Every time I do this eggs thing for Nall, it changes me a little more. It seems to mostly be finished, though, it barely did anything to me at all last night when I..." He trailed off, searching Clara's expression. "Made me lay eggs?" She smiled back. "Yeah. Filled you up with Nall's eggs." Isaac kept himself from making his sigh of relief too sudden. That there was a beautiful woman -- two, actually, it seemed -- who would willingly subject themselves to the 'treatment' his new and expanded cock gave to the women he made love to, seemed too good to be true. For a week Nall had been mind-controlling girls into bed with him, making them bisexual so she could make love to them first and prepare their bodies to receive his potent semen, which would make their bodies expand with the eggs Nall needed to repopulate the extinct, human-like 'imnir' she was the last remaining member of. "Filled me up..." She kissed his cheek, then nibbled his ear. "... with little imnir eggs..." Clara shook her hips suddenly. "It's so weird, but so hot! Oh, I can't wait to do it again." "Will have to wait until later today. She said more than once every 24 hours is dangerous, chemical balance or something." "I know. Relax, even I can contain myself." Clara grinned. "Are you sure Nall didn't do anything in your head?" While, in a way, Isaac trusted Nall when she said Clara had worked with her shortly -- very closely, it seemed -- after his abduction, there was also a little voice in his head that made him want to ask the question. *Then again, that same voice told me not to do a lot of things that I ended up liking...* "I'm sure. She did use it on me early on, to make me stay quiet and not call the police or anything. But it was very different, I know what it feels like now. Honestly?" Clara looked up, remembering. "She... isn't very good at it, I think. Something about it just seems really, I don't know, hamfisted? I can't make myself believe Nall could use her power to make me feel everything I do now." She glanced back at him. "That good enough?" "Good enough for me." He snuggled her a little closer with the arm that was wrapped around her; his hand patted her back. "God damn, I wish I'd approached you sooner." "So do I. But I'm just glad we're together now." She kissed him, and it lasted longer than either expected. It broke almost a minute later, and she continued. "We do have a lot of catching up to do. I wonder how much time Nall will let us have together..." There was a sudden shout from inside, and both instantly recognized the throaty voice. Isaac groaned. "Speaking of..." The sliding door slammed open, and in the doorway was the bright red Nall -- her alien coloration restored after her egg-laying last night. Isaac hadn't known that impregnating her again would cause her to lose the human-like coloration she'd made him give her more than a week ago, but he enjoyed the sight anyway. Somehow, Nall looked more like herself, cute yet utterly foreign. Currently, she also looked very angry and confused. "What the *hell*, Isaac! Did you do this to me last night? I *told* you not to test me!" Indignation and fury burned in her eyes; given the power over him and others she'd displayed, he probably should have been justifiably scared. For some reason, at the moment, he felt a strange confidence he couldn't put his finger on the source of. He saw she was holding an item in her hand -- he looked closer, and saw it was the bent warp beacon from last night. "No, I didn't, you went back to looking, uh, normal, from the moment you began laying eggs." Shortly after he'd impregnated Clara, his red-headed former assistant and now lover had insisted that Nall be given the same treatment. For the first time in more than a week, he'd gotten to slide his cock into Nall's warm, wet pussy, and fill her up with eggs. Isaac's eyes narrowed. "But then, I didn't have to tell you that, Nall. Why didn't you just read my mind?" He was asking himself as much as her. "I told you before. I can't, and wouldn't bother to, read every damn thought going through your head." She folded her arms. When she'd copied the contents of his brain's language center on top of her own, not only had she apparently forgotten the bulk of the native imnir languages she spoke, she'd also begun to pick up the common non-verbal language that Isaac used. It makes her easier to read than she probably realizes... "Really?" Isaac turned, easily moving Clara's skinny body along with his own weight as he sat up and sideways on the lounge chair, his elbows on his knees. "I would think that would be a pretty critical detail to not check first." Nall was silent, looking even angrier. *Why is she so pissed off?* Isaac wondered to himself. *She has to know she can just do it to herself again. And it's not like she's planning on laying lots of eggs herself, that's why she keeps putting these other women in front of me.* Suddenly his alien captor spoke up again. "Well, come inside and get dressed. I want more waffles." Now she sounded almost petulant, like a child who wanted ice cream in exchange for silence. Isaac sighed. Clara stood, butting into the awkward silence. "Um -- I'll go wake up Jessica and see if she wants to go." Isaac nodded, and remained out on the deck to speak with Nall. He knew she'd noticed that Nall wasn't budging, despite her announcement. His mistress wanted to talk to him, or more accurately, he guessed she wanted to have it out or simply mind-control him. "Nall, relax, would you? How many eggs last night? Three hundred and fifty or so, right? Maybe four hundred? So you're red again. You look better this way, honestly, and you know I can turn you back whenever." She looked away. "You're right. Fine. Let's go." Despite the apparent capitulation, Nall didn't sound at all satisfied with the resolution. Isaac's mind suddenly felt facts fall into place and grabbed her arm as she turned. He looked up at her, grinning. "Nall." "What?" She almost spat it out. "What number am I thinking of?" Isaac focused hard on the number 5. Nall stared at him intently, then her eyes widened. She suddenly looked away again. "It doesn't matter. Let's go." "When did it start, Nall?" Isaac refused to let go of her arm. His alien companion was silent for a time, then turned back to him. She wasn't able to contain her emotions anymore; it was clear how frustrated and angry with herself she was. "I don't know, a day ago maybe. I hate it. I'm going to fail. You're going to walk out and I'm going to be left here on this goddamn planet that doesn't even have slide-lines and the whole mission will be for nothing and-" Isaac grabbed her by the shoulders, wanting her to stop. He'd never expected Nall to suddenly have a breakdown; from the start, Ävhip-ñall Solclaá had been invincible, all-knowing, a canny and mysterious woman from outer space here to take command of his whole existence. Not knowing what else to do, Isaac hugged her to him. He saw behind her as he held the bright red woman that Clara and Jessica were outside the door of his bedroom, standing still and trying not to make any noise. Jessica, still naked, had found her panties and was halfway through stepping back into them. "Is it everything? All of the quarkware? Or just that?" "Just that. I'm not sure if it's me getting weaker or you getting stronger. I'm hoping it's just you getting stronger, actually." She arched her back to get a little distance, still holding him back. "Don't get me wrong. I just mean I hope I'm not getting weaker. I can only bond one man, you know." She thought for a moment, then looked down at herself, her red breasts with their orange and teal spots on their sides swaying slightly with the motion. "Though actually... if you did this to me, it makes more sense if you're gaining power than if I'm losing it." Nall seemed somewhat relieved at the thought, though also somewhat lost in her own thoughts as she apparently figured out the technical side of the problem. She seemed to notice what was in her hand again, the bent warp beacon -- he'd bent it after he finished with it last night, just to see if he could. *A dumb idea in hindsight, but okay...* "It also explains why you can bend a spiralized strontium-brachium tube with your bare hands. Even I can't do that. Tell me exactly what happened, I was a little... uhh... out of it." Nall tried to hide her admission that she'd been lost in a sea of pleasure, and not very successful. "I told you, it happened when you started laying eggs. I figured it was some weird side effect." "It can't work that way." Nall shook her head. "You would have had to do it to me with the secondary effect of your semen. This doesn't make sense. The bond worked by spreading some of my quarkware into your body, about half, but it was all still supposed to ultimately be *my* quarkware. I was supposed to be the vessel, you the bonded male. But you've taken control of your half, which is why you had the effect on my body as you did, and why I can't read your mind or control you anymore. Instead of vessel and bearer, we're two vessels linked to each other. I don't know why it happened. Maybe you were too strong. Maybe we didn't understand quarkware like we thought. Maybe... I was just weak." She seemed to think to herself for a moment, then nodded. "None of it makes sense, but there's no way I can do diagnostics on the Ark with what I have here. The bottom line is that I've lost control of you." He could tell she was fighting not to lose control of her own frustration, as well; she looked angry enough with herself to cry if she'd been alone. "Well, uh, that's good news for me, I guess -- but I don't remember any climactic battle with the stuff. I just woke up this morning and noticed you seemed not to be able to read me." Isaac pondered for a moment. "Unless... Nall, maybe it's not what *I* wanted -- maybe it's what *you* wanted." She seemed shocked, then absolutely furious. Nall raised her hand as if to slap him. Isaac flinched, knowing how powerful Nall was, but she seemed to suddenly crumple before following through. Isaac sensed the opportunity and continued. "It just means you're a decent person, Nall." She was silent for a time, and Isaac pulled his alien companion towards him; she didn't resist, and soon he had her in his embrace. Nall's head was flat against his chest for some time, more leaning against him than hugging him back; she seemed unmindful of their closeness, lost in her own meandering, dark thoughts. She finally sighed and stepped back, sitting down in her chair again, and looked upwards. "I don't know what to think anymore." *I'm probably not going to get any further with her until she's had some time to mull this over*. "So what does this mean for me? You turned red again, and I have some kind of control of... what?" "It means when you fucked me last night, you were thinking you liked how I used to look, and on some level you commanded your quarkware to make me look imnir again -- the same way it turned me human-looking when I put the command in it, but this time it's you at the wheel and not me. Your cock will always make girls pregnant with eggs, provided I've done my thing first. That's the most basic function of the male half of the Ark, it can't be shut off. But you might also get more physical power over time if it bonds to your motor control center more thoroughly." Nall flopped down into a chair, and folded her arms. "I thought you would have taken off by now. Or are you just drilling me for everything I know first?" She sounded angry, but more at herself than him. "Actually..." He glanced at the other two girls, holding still and listening in on their conversation. "I talked it over with Clara. If you can abide by a few restrictions, I'm willing to be your, uh... partner." Nall seemed surprised, as if she hadn't considered it. She looked over at Clara, who smiled and nodded. Jessica seemed out of it, still waking up and having lost the thread of conversation. Nall's eyes took on a suspicious cast. "What restrictions?" "No more mind-controlling random girls out of the blue. We take it slow, pick them right. You don't start messing with people's heads without me or Clara signing off on it first." In actuality, Clara and Isaac hadn't agreed on any such thing, but they hadn't disagreed either. Isaac was making it up as he went and hoping Clara had no problem. From her bright expression, he was guessing there was none. "And if there we don't find any that day, there'll always be Clara." He sat down opposite Nall. "And you." "And me!" Jessica piped up, then seemed to shrink into herself after the outburst. All three others looked at her, and Clara took her by the waist and smiled. Jessica, shorter by almost a whole head, leaned into Clara and took on a happy glow. Nall turned back from Jessica along with the others, forgiving the eager girl's loud interjection. She gave Isaac a fierce look. "I -- that wasn't supposed to be possible, me laying that many. That may have been another effect of you taking control of your own quarkware. I can't really predict how it will develop inside you." "I know. But I want to do it to you again." He took her knee in his hand, pushing it sideways and looking down at Nall's openly displayed folds. The alien woman had absolutely zero modesty. "Maybe later." Nall looked away again, apparently mad but still satisfied. "We need to test you, though. I need a gauge of how effective your control is." She looked over at the other two. "How about it?" Clara sat down on the love seat, facing the table. "Test what? I don't really follow." "His other power." Nall moved and sat in his lap, her hand stroking his pants where his slowly hardening cock lay. "The quarkware inside can be set to alter the bodies of those who come into contact with his semen, in other ways than just making them pregnant with eggs. I don't think his control is complete yet, or I would have changed back to looking imnir almost from the instant his come touched me. I know *I* don't have any control over it now either, though, so he has the potential to master it. So I need him to give one of you his come and watch the results. I'll go last; I need him to make me look human again, and I would rather he tested a simpler, easily reversed change on one of you before we let him human-ize me without any help from me." Nall said it in all seriousness, making the others suppress a giggle. "So, Isaac. How would you change either of these two?" Isaac stared at her, and put it together. "I like them as they are." Nall rolled her eyes. Clara and Jessica seemed intrigued. Clara sounded a little impatient, as if she thought Isaac was being obstinate. "Nobody likes anyone absolutely as they are, there's always *something* they would change. Just physically, I mean. Don't be shy." "So he can change anything about my body?" Jessica spoke up again, cautiously. "If the theory's right." Nall shrugged. "If not, no harm done. He'll just come. I won't have gotten you ready first, so there won't be any eggs." Nall paused for a moment, then added on. "Keep in mind, you two, if Isaac doesn't have total conscious control over this, then you'll just change into whatever he wants you to be at that moment -- consciously or not. I also really doubt he has full conscious control yet. Be warned, you might turn into something different than intended. I doubt it's dangerous, though." Isaac thought it over. "How would I know if I did have full control?" Nall looked back at him. "You'd know it. Trust me. I knew the exact second when I had full control of my half of the Ark. It's like night and day." Jessica seemed to hesitate a moment, then spoke up before Clara could. "I'll do it. Keep it simple. I want bigger tits, Isaac." She arched her back, displaying her small breasts. They weren't even B-cups, but Isaac had rather liked them. "You sure? Not every guy is a big-boobs type. I'm not." He glanced around the room, sure his credentials were established; none of the three women were larger than a C. "You don't have to make them huge. Just make them big enough to play with. They're basically just bumps right now." She shrugged, then clapped her hands over her breasts. Her hands flapped outward, then clapped down again onto her small tits; it was true, they could be completely hidden even by Jessica's small hands. "If you don't like it, change me back. I'm yours." "Jessica -- " Isaac paused. "We've spent all of two nights together. Are you sure you want to jump in feet first? What if what Nall said happens, and you don't look like yourself afterward? How would you work?" "I trust you. And I know you'd take care of me if that happened. You're rich, right? I heard you and Clara talking out back this morning." Nall had begun selling 'inventions' -- basic imnir technology she was already familiar with -- branded as Isaac's own work, on the open market. He was well on his way to becoming an idle millionaire, as he'd explained to Clara an hour or so ago. They'd been discussing whether or not she should move in, and possibly quit her own job at Grand Courier, where Isaac used to work as well before Nall came into his life. "Plus, I'm curious what I'd look like if your mind wandered. It might be a little fun, as long as you could change me back later." She looked upwards, imagining. *Awful impulsive girl*, he thought. Clara stood against Jessica's back, cupping the other girl's small boobs and smiling at Isaac. Nall stayed in her seat, staring at him. "Well, Isaac?" She gestured at Jessica. "Don't worry, she won't turn into a monkey or something if a stray thought crosses your mind. The system is more robust than that. You're the only one who can try it." "You said in or on her, right?" Nall nodded. "So I could do it in her mouth?" Jessica's petite lips had looked tempting even before he'd been abducted; he'd had nights when he imagined them closing around his dick even before Nall had grown his tool to legendary size. "Sure." Jessica seemed to understand, falling into a kneeling position. Clara fell onto her knees next to her, ready to assist; moments later he'd undone the drawstring to his pants and he stepped out of the small pile they left on the floor. His semi-erect cock bobbed back and forth in front of the girls. Clara took it by the shaft, bending down to lick his balls; Jessica found the head and began gently sucking him. Within a minute he was restored to full hardness for the first time of the day. He remained standing in place, occasionally taking Jessica's head in his hands and guiding her as he fucked her mouth. The young girl never choked or tried to stop him, though it was obvious she had no skill at deep-throating him. Had she been alone, he likely wouldn't have been able to come. Clara's attention to his shaft and balls was just as strong a stimulus, rushing him forward toward his own orgasm; having gone all eight hours he was asleep without coming, his balls raged inside his scrotum, their often-met demands having not been honored for too long. Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 08 Isaac's hips slowly began to buck, fucking his dick in and out of Jessica's mouth slightly. Clara's hand tried to close around his length, but couldn't grasp his whole shaft; still, she could get enough purchase on his shaft that she could help by stroking him. Taking one massive ball into her mouth, filling her cheeks, Clara suckled on the hairless masses several times while he let himself savor the feeling of Clara's small, enthusiastic mouth closed around him. There was a familiar tremor deep inside, and he suddenly recalled what it was they were trying to do. He focused his thoughts on the image of Jessica's breasts expanding, becoming just the size she wished -- round, heavy boobs that were just barely a handful, firm and squeezable; not overly large, but enough to fill out anything she wore; they'd be eye-catching and sexy. The thought of Jessica's body changing, reshaped and transformed to his will, caused an erotic surge in his dick, and he felt his orgasm reach the point of no return. His balls pumped with one of them still in Clara's mouth, and semen began to pour down Jessica's throat in gouts. Isaac held Jessica's head in place unconsciously while he came, letting his come seep down into her stomach. She swallowed, more out of necessity than any kind of taste for it -- his dick occupied her whole mouth. When he felt his pleasure recede, he loosened his grip and let Jessica fall backwards, then felt his left testicle pop out of Clara's lips. As his mind returned to him, he realized both he and the other two girls were staring at Jessica's nude breasts expectantly. Nothing happened. They waited almost a full minute more, then Nall called out, sounding resigned. "Oh well. It was worth a try. *Something* turned me red again. Maybe he just needs practice." Jessica seemed disappointed, but put her bra back on then fished up the clothes she'd left lying around before they put her on the bed last night. Nall grabbed Isaac's wallet from the table and tossed it to him as he put his pants back on, then he went and got a shirt. "Guess it'll be a little bit before you can come like that again, Isaac?" He nodded, knowing even his enhanced balls would need at least some recovery time this morning, though the wild scene last night had had him horny enough to spurt inside all three of his girls within an hour. She shrugged, making her bright red tits bounce. "Get me something to-go. Make sure it's not something I had before. Surprise me." He nodded, and grabbed his shirt. Clara finished dressing and walked out with him, and as they reached his car, Jessica suddenly rushed out with her clothes haphazardly tossed on. Apparently Nall would be sitting around his house alone for a while; the thought made him grin. *She can't even go outside as she is. Maybe she'll use the time to start to appreciate what she put me through.* Ten minutes later, they were sitting in the IHOP, even though Nall wasn't with them. Isaac found himself famished, and ordered up a full breakfast platter; Jessica and Clara were more conservative, keeping their diets minimal. The two girls occasionally made small talk as Isaac spent the whole time devouring his various entrees. As he was finishing off his second glass of orange juice, his phone beeped. He checked it. It was from Melissa, his sister. *was on the way back to DC. storm up there is killing all the flights, they diverted me here, and everything going even close to DC is delayed for half a day. i hate hotels * He knew what she was asking; she had driven for hours to crash at his place before rather than stay in a hotel. The newspaper they'd stepped over on the way out the door had had something on its cover about a wild storm system shutting down the Northeast; he'd blanked on how Melissa had told him she was in Houston for the weekend and would be flying home today. Clara peered over his shoulder, reading the message. "Oh, she's coming by?" She seemed bright for a moment, then worried. "Um -- do you need us to disappear for a night? Actually, would Nall even do that?" Jessica looked back and forth between them, not familiar with the subject. Isaac glanced at her. "Melissa. My sister. She's a little... crazy." Jessica nodded, then pursed her lips at the thought of their evening being cancelled. She'd clearly had plans for her night with Isaac. Clara seemed to pause, then looked away, focusing on her pancake in silence. "What?" "Nothing." "Clara. What?" "Don't hate me for saying this." Isaac felt suddenly worried. "Just say it." "I know how Melissa has been fighting herself her whole life. I just want to say that I've never felt more relaxed and calm than after you did what you did for me last night. Jessica, how about you?" The brunette nodded. "It's just a... really good feeling. It wipes out everything bad." She took a bite of her hash browns. "I had the worst day at work the night before last. I seriously thought this guy was going to pull a gun on me. I had to prepare a report for two hours, and I think my boss is going to write me up for the way I handled the whole thing; I was a little distracted the whole time and made some procedural mistakes. I was half-convinced I was already nuts -- and the other half was just thinking of sex with you. I was stressed as hell until you and Nall got with me again." "Are you saying -- " Isaac paused, not sure what to think. Melissa had always had trouble controlling her emotions. On the one hand, he wanted to do anything he could to help her. On the other hand, she was his sister. On the third, mutant hand, his dick was a bigger part of his mind than it had ever been before, and it wasn't picky; and on the fourth, lobster-clawed hand, he'd always had more than a little of a forbidden thing for his quirky sister. Isaac reined in his thoughts, trying to decide what he truly wanted to do -- free of any restrictions, of any connotations, would he want Melissa as a lover? He'd suppressed the feelings a long time ago, but suppressing his feelings wasn't something he felt like doing much of anymore. "Let me think about it." "What do you do, anyway?" Clara seemed now more focused on Jessica. "People might really pull guns on you? And you just mention it now? You seem fine. I'd be shaking and having nightmares for weeks. I'm really bad with confrontations." "Oh." Jessica smiled. "I'm overnight security at a regional bank HQ downtown. Sometimes crazy types show up in the middle of the night. Most would-be bank robbers are just junkies or lunatics, or people at the absolute end of their rope. You only hear about the smart ones who get away with it. The idiots aren't news." Isaac and Clara sat in silence, their minds blown. Clara almost dropped her fork, her hand scrambling before it fell into her lap and ruined her dress with the syrup on it. Jessica looked at them, shrugging. "That's the reaction I get sometimes. They call me a hardass at work. I guess I'm kind of different off the job." "I'm guessing so too." Isaac ate mechanically, more shocked at the development about Jessica than at the prospect of incest. She seemed so meek and timid; on her back and receiving both his and Nall's attention, she'd was so small and defenseless -- it had aroused every male instinct in him to protect her. He tried to imagine her on a firing range, filling targets with lead. He couldn't quite manage it, but something like that was obviously the reality. "So -- how do you get a job like that? Do you carry guns there?" Isaac felt like an idiot, but they were the only questions his floundering mind could come up with on short notice. "I was military police for four years. And we're not supposed to talk about operational information. But -- yeah. We do. And they're loaded." She said it nonchalantly, her trust in Isaac and Clara obvious. "Four years... how old are you?" Clara spoke up for the first time since Jessica's revelation. "27." She took another bite. Isaac's mind was blown again. He would have sworn up and down she was no more than 22. The three finished up their meal, taking a to-go box of chocolate waffles for Nall and leaving. Clara was making animated conversation with Jessica, mostly about stories from Jessica's former and current jobs. Isaac drove them home again, no more than an hour having gone by when they got back. Nall was leaning back in the kitchen chair, dozing with one of his hats over her face. Clara and Jessica went out onto the deck, having never stopped talking, and he sat down with Nall and tossed her breakfast onto the table, waking her with a tap on the knee. "Rise and shine. Breakfast in bed." She dug in, happily devouring it without anything in the way of manners. Being his slavemaster hadn't given her much reason to be civilized around him, and it was apparently a difficult habit for her to break. He leaned back in the chair, and waited until she had a mouthful of food. He blurted it out before he could stop himself. "If I asked you to help me get my sister in bed, would you?" She stopped, but didn't choke or spew it all out like he'd been somewhat hoping. Instead, Nall swallowed what she had, and stared at him for a moment. "Yes. The more females, the better. If you want to make her lay eggs, so do I." "So I guess imnir don't have any taboos about incest?" "Of course we do... did. The instinct against incest is a basic evolutionary function to keep diversity as high as possible. It's common in all nine life bands." She shrugged. "I have my own beliefs, though. And the eggs only inherit fragments of DNA from you and the girl you impregnate. Most of it comes from me and the pan-imnir DNA archive the Ark stores." She took another few bites. "Why her, though? There's some cultural issues with fucking your sister, right? I don't think we need any unnecessary complications right now. My abilities can only cover us up to a point. I couldn't hold off, say, a dozen police officers." "They aren't going to send half the department to investigate one guy banging his sister. If they hear at all... which they wouldn't." He leaned back. "I've been a bit in love with her since I realized girls were pretty. I'd avoided thinking too much about it for so long that I'm only now realizing how deep those feelings went." Isaac looked away, realizing he'd never made the confession aloud, even alone and to himself -- he'd been afraid to give it that much reality, knowing it was almost certainly impossible. Melissa had been so wild and interesting in his youth, and their complicated family situation had kept them apart most of their lives. They only really became close from high school onward, when he was, like most high school boys, a mess of hormones. She'd gone off to college in his junior year, and they'd only seen each other a couple times a year since then. Her long hair that she usually kept dyed blonde, her impressive figure, large breasts, captivating brown eyes, and most of all her vivacious and unpredictable personality had kept him attracted for as long as he could recall. As time had gone on, it had become clear her 'wild side' came from an emotional disorder that made her life increasingly difficult as she got older, and now she swung back and forth from being functional to an almost-wreck, depending on factors that nobody but shem and possibly whatever doctors she sawm understood. "And I want to help her. She's always had trouble staying happy. Well, everyone does, but she's got an unfair obstacle in her way. The girls told me that laying eggs seems to sweep their worries away, and I -- the truth is, I just want her, and I'm trying to be a little more free with my desires lately. Melissa is at the end of her rope, nothing will change for her the way she's going, so I'm willing to bend my conditions and let you muck around in her head a bit if it makes all three of us happy. It's worth a try, at least." "Egg-laying does have an effect like that." She waved a finger around in the air, in a circle pattern. "It resets the chemical balance of the brain -- actually, just about every chemical balance in the female's body... I could possibly help with that too, you know." Isaac eyed her. "What do you mean? With what?" "I don't have very good control of specific thoughts, unless I direct what they're thinking about with suggestions -- and I've found that's not super reliable." She looked away for a moment, then back to him. "They need to be weak-willed or just open to me for me to make specific changes other than just forcing a big emotional or arousal-related change, and it takes time. I could potentially keep one emotionally sick person near me well. But..." "But." Isaac felt like he was about to see a price tag. "I don't have any miracles handy. I can't cure an underlying condition. What I can do is make it so she'd be able to live and think more or less normally -- but it would require constant maintenance." She seemed to steel herself. "Isaac, this is only something I'd be willing to do if she was going to join... us." She gestured out at the other two girls on the deck. "No other way?" He gave her a narrow-eyed glare; he didn't like the condition being placed on him, though it had been his hope that Melissa would definitely join his little group of women. "You're not asking a small favor of me, Isaac. I'm not making this stuff up. It would take at least this much work to keep someone with a difficult brain happy. I'm only even offering because she's your sister. That's part of why I picked you; your thoughts and emotions are resilient. I wouldn't have to worry about you snapping on me even if I pushed you." She smiled, her hand moving to half-cover his. "For it to stick, she'd need to be near me every day anyway, and there wouldn't be any way to hide our life from her. And I knew you had thoughts about your sister from when I could read your mind. I have a different perspective on your memories than you do; I see and catch details you don't. I'm willing to bet your little incest-crush isn't one-sided. If you two have half the chemistry you and Clara do, she'll be spreading her legs for you with or without me if you two spend a while together -- especially now that I've done to you what I have." She had not only improved his body, she'd told him the other day that his body produced powerful pheromones in his sweat that lowered inhibitions in women around him. Isaac sat in place for a moment, staring at a point miles beyond Nall's empty Styrofoam serving box. He made his decision, and picked up his phone and began texting his sister back, his cock growing stiff again in his pants as he let his imagination go rampant; he unchained his old, sequestered thoughts of Melissa, of enjoying a close and loving romantic relationship with her, and let his mind fill with thoughts of their illicit love, of watching Melissa make love to Nall, of his come making her fill with eggs then watching her lay them in total pleasure. He spoke while tapping the screen keys. "We'll need you to look human again. The story is, you're my new girlfriend. You're from..." He looked up for a moment. "She'd love the truth, but we'll tell her that once we get her home. *Before* we fuck her. For now, you're from China. Say some far inland part, not Han Chinese. She's not stupid." "I don't know any languages you don't. I can't put up an act -- " They both heard a cry through the deck door. It didn't sound pained, more like a cry of pleasure; they both looked and saw Jessica clutching her chest. Clara was holding her, looking worried. She opened the door and led the smaller girl inside; in between labored breaths, Jessica unbuttoned her shirt and let it drop to the floor. All three were surprised to see Jessica's breasts straining against her tight bra, their expansion clearly visible. Clara rushed behind her and unsnapped it, letting Jessica's growing tits free. As all four stared in amazement at Jessica's boobs, they slowly grew, their mass increasing steadily. A giant smile appeared on Jessica's face; she looked like a kid being given everything on her Christmas list at once. The tiny tits expanded into true boobs, growing out to be as large as he could imagine would still be sexy and not outlandish on Julia's small, skinny frame. Proportionally, they seemed even bigger than Nall's, and their nipples had expanded a little too. The reddish nubbins stood proudly at their tips, itching to be suckled. Clara was the first to touch them, taking one breast in her hand and hefting it. "Jessica..." The two suddenly kissed, sealing Isaac's erection; his cock wouldn't rest now until he came. He was about to stand to join them, and felt Nall's foot on his cock. "Hey. Remember?" She pointed at herself, still gloriously nude, still amazingly... red. Oh. He'd gotten somewhat used to the red Nall, and still liked her that way more. She took him by the hand and led him over the love seat, spreading her legs wide and holding them up by the inside of her knees; her pussy and asshole were inviting him in. His pants were back off in a flash. The other two girls had fallen onto the couch and were stripping one another, his two human lovers now finding each other for the first time. Jessica's new boobs squashed against Clara's, cute small cones with pointy nipples; he definitely liked Clara's the way they were, and resolved not to let her convince him to change them. Clara focused hard on Jessica's new boobs, both girls thoroughly enjoying the sensitive new globes for some time before either had their panties off. Nall beckoned to him, offering her asshole again. "I want it here. I love it when that huge pole stretches me to the limit. Fuck me hard." She glared at him, demanding he comply with her command to ignore her commands. Isaac tried not to laugh. She continued. "Time to find out for sure if you can control your own power." "You don't want me to try Clara before you also?" He glanced at Jessica again; Clara was trying and failing to suck one whole boob into her mouth. "And what if it takes another hour to take effect, like Jessica just now? We've got to go pick up Melissa." "I'm willing to bet you learned more than you realize with Jessica. We don't have much time, regardless, if I'm going with you and getting to work on your sister's mind. And Isaac... make sure you make it so the change doesn't last." "Huh? Why?" He slid his cock against her pink folds, and dipped inside, both gasping. Her wetness coated his dick, but he knew she wanted him in her ass again and he withdrew. "Because you like me more when I look more like an imnir." She said it quietly, like she didn't want to admit it loud enough for the others to hear, but she had a faint, warm smile and bit her lower lip. He couldn't be sure with her being her natural color, but she may have blushed. "And because you said we needed to convince her I'm really not from Earth and everything before we fuck her. That'll be tougher without you either fucking one of us first, in front of her, and possibly freaking her out more than I can control -- or letting her see me as I naturally am, which will be easier for me to direct." Isaac shrugged, realizing Nall's plan made sense. He focused briefly on her demands. A distant sense of confirmation flowed through his thoughts. He tried concentrating on it, and found a mental interface of some kind in his head, somehow foreign and something he recognized wasn't something his own imagination conjured up. It was asking for a thought-image package. He wasn't sure what that was, but he felt the image of Nall turning human-looking again, but for only about ninety minutes, flowing into it. Somehow he was positive that exactly what he wished would happen to Nall's body, would happen, once he came. Five minutes later, he felt his balls churning, a second load for the day preparing to be loosed inside Nall's ass. His hand on Nall's clit flew in circles, and forced his alien companion to come before him. He was rewarded with Nall's involuntary cries as shudders of pleasure twisted her whole body, blanking out thoughts and emotions with a surge of pure joy. With a loud grunt that caught Clara and Jessica's attention, he also came, pouring a potent load of transforming seed into her body. As the other two girls looked on, Nall's body changed, going from bright red to orange and then suddenly taking on the same butterscotch color she had had after the first time she'd had Isaac alter her. Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 08 Isaac surveyed his work, his cock still buried in her ass; her nipples were now a dark chocolate brown, along with her folds, aside from the pinkish insides. He placed two hands on her ass-cheeks and withdrew himself with a long, steady push -- her ass gripped on him hard, not wanting him to leave. The head of his dick swung low as it exited, and a gob of come began to droop downward from its tip and bounced around -- eventually settling on the side of his knee. The other two girls went back to playing with Jessica's tits, still having not found one another's pussies. Unlike Isaac and Nall, they weren't in any rush, and were satisfied to continue to give their attention to Jessica's fleshy new boobs even as Isaac and Nall got dressed and headed out. Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 09 Half an hour later, they had met Melissa in front of the airport. She was as good-looking as he remembered, her long blonde hair picking up the stiff breeze nicely. She was clutching a little golfer's cap to her head, one of her weird styles, and had on a thin fall jacket with a long black skirt. Her round button-nosed face wasn't on its happiest day, he could tell, but he knew Nall would be at work soon. Isaac's penis was already most of the way toward recovery from coming inside Nall's ass, and he tried to hold back his massive arousal at the sight of his sister -- knowing he'd almost certainly have her naked soon, and making her grow big with eggs. Isaac introduced Nall as his new girlfriend; they'd been dating for only two weeks now, but they'd really hit it off, he said. Melissa was stunned at what had happened to Isaac in the four months they hadn't seen one another -- she would have sworn he had gotten taller, but he told her he'd had back surgery to fix a bad disc he hadn't even known he was suffering for years, and it got rid of a slouch he'd had for a long time without realizing. Nall fogged up her mind a little to make her buy it. His new beefy physique was the product of a good diet and exercise, of course. The last physical change they figured they could just tell her the truth about, once they got to that point. Isaac hefted her luggage, walking the two girls back to his car. Nall tried to keep up the appearance of small talk, but her inexperience with acting like a local human was becoming increasingly obvious. He quickly interrupted when Nall replied to Melissa's comment that she lived in "the capital; oh, I mean DC..." by asking which state Washington DC was the capital of. "Don't mind Nall, M, her English is good but she learned most of it from American teachers overseas, so she's a bit clueless about the US itself." "Oh... I was going to say!" Even Nall's mind control couldn't have kept her ignorance hidden forever. "Where did you learn all that?" Isaac knew their original plan was shot, and before Nall could say anything he jumped in. "Her parents escaped with her from North Korea when she was nineteen, actually. Really wild story. She's the one who seduced me, really." They had a laugh, and Isaac spun a wild tale off the top of his head, impressing himself with his own ingenuity. Nall seemed to be the most interested in the story, a detail he hoped Melissa wouldn't notice. By the time they'd pulled up to his spot on the parking deck to his condo, Nall was an orphan and engineering PhD raised in Switzerland and Dubai, and had no memories from before she was nineteen. Her parents had been CIA assets who risked their lives to warn the US about an impending nuclear missile test, but the thing had exploded on the pad anyway. Her parents were found out, and they escaped on a Zodiac boat with a SEAL team and boarded a US submarine, Nall suffering a head injury in the escape. He intentionally made it sound absurd, knowing Melissa would focus more on figuring out what was wrong with the story rather than what was wrong with Nall. "We're here." Isaac opened the door to his flat, lugging her bag inside. He set it by the door to his bedroom, quickly closing it when he saw the nude Clara resting on the bed. He'd forgotten to share the details of he and Nall's plan with them. Fortunately, Melissa never saw within. He wondered idly where Jessica had gotten off to. Nall sat next to Melissa, probably closer than the other woman would be comfortable with normally, but Melissa seemed okay with it. He fixed them all something to drink while he heard them talking quietly on the couch, unable to make out individual words. The two suddenly laughed, then returned to talking. He brought three glasses of iced tea over, setting them on the coffee table, and sat down in the love seat. He rested squarely on the spot where he knew he'd fucked Nall's ass not too long ago. Isaac checked the clock. They had less than five minutes until Nall changed back. Nall seemed to notice too, and went back to talking to Melissa. Isaac leapt in with a basic question. "M, how have you been doing?" "Oh, um, so-so I guess." "I meant... you know. Nall actually has some experience with something like what you do," he lied, getting an instantaneous glare from Nall, "and I occasionally sound off on her for advice on what to say to you." "Um -- wow. I mean, okay. I don't really try to hide it, but I don't go around announcing it either. You two must get along so well, you've only been together two weeks!" She smiled. "But -- uh, well, you talked to me the other day. I'm getting worse. I hate it. I know it's happening and I can't do anything about it. On my days off work I just lie in bed sometimes, all day." "What about that last medication you were talking about in Seattle?" They'd seen each other there last for a cousin's wedding. "No good. It reacted badly with one of the others that does work. One in twelve with that combination, they say." Melissa seemed glow for a moment, looking at Nall. "But I've been feeling pretty good since I met up with you. You two have so much energy, it's kind of infectious." "Daaahhhh...." Nall let out some air, falling back into the couch. "Done." She looked at Isaac, who stared back, and Nall mouthed silently to him. *She's bi now.* He became a little more aware of the half-erect state of his pole, limp in his pants -- for the time being. He knew the thought of his sister now being permanently altered to be attracted to girls as much as guys would have it pretty hard soon. "Done what?" Melissa seemed suddenly uncomfortable. "M, there's no real easy way to segue into this, so Nall and I just figured we'd come out with it." She looked puzzled for a moment, then brightened. "You're getting married!" Isaac paused. It wasn't an unreasonable conclusion, though it was completely wrong. "Ah -- no, uhh... it's actually-" Isaac was interrupted when Nall suddenly turned bright red, from head to toe, within the span of roughly five seconds, and her imnir coloration returned -- her fingers, cheeks, parts of her face and breasts, and other extremities were shaded slightly orange, and there were small yellow and teal spots arranged tastefully -- or so Isaac though -- all over her. Melissa stared at her blankly for a few moments, then suddenly yelped and backed off, hand over her mouth. Melissa seemed to contain herself suddenly, then reached out a hand and touched Nall's cheek, which was about as warm as a person would normally be -- no fever or unusual heat. "Um -- are you okay?" "I'm perfectly fine." Nall nodded, taking her own hand and putting it on Melissa's cheek. "Sorry, I think Isaac was hoping for a better way to drop this on you. I'm an imnir. Greetings, Earthling." Nall looked away, saying it in a monotone. Isaac grumbled to himself; *does she have to do the take-me-to-your-leader thing with Melissa, of all people?* "What's an imnir?" Melissa seemed lost in the finer features of Nall's body, her yellow patternings and small turquoise spots. "Oh. I'm an alien. Alien to Earth, anyway." Melissa's eyes widened. "Um -- oh my god -- no way-" Melissa sounded alarmed, but she never backed away, continuing to study Nall in detail. "It's not make-up?" In response, Nall unbuttoned the top of her shirt, showing more and more of her chest to Melissa. His sister watched in fascination as Nall stripped off her top, revealing her whole red torso, covered only by a black bra. "I did a couple things to your brother. You didn't really think he got that big from dieting and working out in four months, did you? Or that he got six inches taller?" He guessed that Nall released Melissa from whatever effect was clouding her judgment in that moment, because his sister suddenly blinked in realization. "Why?" "Why are we telling you this or why are we doing it?" Isaac rolled his eyes. Nall asked some weird questions sometimes. "Why are you here? Are you going to take me away?" Melissa seemed a little scared, but not nearly as much as someone who was potentially about to be stolen away by aliens probably should have. *She probably dreams about it at night, aliens coming to fix her problems...* He grinned. In a way, they were. "I took Isaac away for a bit. But you, I'm going to stay right here with." Nall moved closer, her hand going to Melissa's waist and wrapping her arm around the other girl. Melissa's eyes were glassing over in a familiar haze of lust and desire; he knew Nall was affecting her arousal. "But why..." She gasped at Nall's touch. "Why me..." "Because your brother loves you, and wants you." Melissa's gaze fixed on Isaac, who met it unblinkingly. Nall took Melissa's face in a hand and turned it back toward herself, and stared into her eyes. His sister's eyes seemed to become a little glassy, her mind becoming hazy and pliable under Nall's power. "Now Melissa, Isaac is here in the room with us." Melissa nodded. "Forget about Isaac being in the room." Melissa, now under Nall's control, nodded and stopped glancing at him completely. Satisfied the suggestion had taken hold, Nall continued. "Tell me the truth, Melissa. Do you have feelings for your brother that aren't appropriate for a sister?" "Um..." Melissa seemed lost in confusion for a while. "Yes... absolutely, I have since high school." Isaac shifted, the revelation setting in. *Nall was right...* "If you could be with him now, like his wife, without having to worry about the consequences of you being siblings, would you?" "Yes.... Definitely... I've wanted to since years ago..." Isaac was stunned. *Years ago? * He wondered how far back. "He's the only man in my life who's ever understood me and cared about me. He's cute, he's successful, he's strong. I don't want to burden him, though..." "Melissa. You aren't a burden to him. If you knew you weren't a burden to him, would you do it?" Nall had stripped Melissa's jacket off, and had her hands under the back of her top. "Yes. Yes yes yes yes....." "Would you take care of his needs as both a sister and a lover would?" "Oh -- um... yes, if he'd have me... I don't think he would though, I'm such a mess and have only ever been with two guys... there's no way he feels the same way back, I'm his sister..." "Put that out of your mind, Melissa. Isaac wants you, more than anything. Would you want his big cock to slide inside you?" "Yes..." "Would you want him to fuck you every day?" "God yes..." "Good, Melissa. We're going to go deeper now." Nall focused on Melissa more, and then relaxed; Melissa seemed even more out of it, like she was drugged. "Melissa, look inside yourself. Think about what you desire, sexually, in a man." "Okay..." "Now think of what you desire, sexually, in women." "I'm not-" Nall interrupted her. "Yes you are, Melissa. I made you bisexual, permanently, a few minutes ago. Think about other girls for a moment and tell me you don't feel anything." "Oh wow... you're right... this is neat..." Isaac thought it was a strange response, but then again, it was Melissa -- his kooky sister. "Now Melissa, would you share Isaac with other girls?" "I'm not sure..." "But you have to, Melissa. He can be yours whenever you like, but he and I are a team, and the reason you two can be together is me. I need him to be with other girls. Often." "I don't know..." "What if you can be with the other girls whenever you want too, Melissa?" Nall was looking straight into Melissa's eyes, tinkering with her deepest thoughts. "Ohhh.... Hmmm..." Melissa gave a big smile. "Maybe that would be okay, if he always came back to me." "Good. Now, Melissa... one last thing. You're beginning to feel love right now, I know. Love for Isaac, yes, but also more love. That's love for me." Isaac gave a sideways look at Nall; he wondered if his companion was going too far. His cock was too hard for him to disagree with the sight of Melissa and Nall in the throes of girl-girl sex either way. "For you... Nall..." "Yes. You love me, Nall. And I love you too, because Isaac told me to." Isaac's eyes widened; he hadn't told her to do that. She continued. "Because that's the only way I can make you happy with my power. I have to let our minds blend a little, and that's not something you're supposed to do with mind control, because it's pretty much impossible to undo. We'll always be a little connected now, Melissa. So whether either of us likes it or not, we love each other now. I feel a little bit of everything you feel, and you feel a little bit of everything I feel. I know exactly how hard it is to be you now that we've linked -- but I'm here to help, and Isaac can help you with the rest. I see who you are inside, just a little bit. Can you see me inside too, Melissa?" "Oh... yes." Melissa's eyes opened clearly for the first time in a while. "Ah-Ahvoo-Avheepo-nyall-" Her mouth twisted around syllables and phonetics not found in any Earthly language. "Don't bother, M." Nall gave her a lick on the chin. "Call me Nall. I gave that name up, there's nobody on Earth who can say it anyway." She grinned, her connection to Melissa complete. Nall turned her head to Isaac. "It's done." He noticed Nall was sweating; she seemed a little tired, and her face seemed strangely a little more open, a little more readable. *Maybe that's the little bit of Melissa in her showing through?* "You said it was permanent. You didn't say you would have to do all that to help M." Isaac felt a little angry; if he'd known Nall would go this far just because he asked, he might have had second thoughts. Still, her act of sacrifice moved him. "I know. I wanted it to be clear to you how dedicated I am to keeping you." She turned back and gave Melissa a kiss, the other girl shocked as she recovered from the trance she'd been put in. Melissa backed up suddenly, sitting on the edge of the couch with her shirt untucked and in a mess. "What's going on!" "Relax, Melissa." Nall patted the spot in front of her. "We were about to make love." "I -- I -- oh my god!" She saw Isaac, and seemed terrified. "Oh my *god* Isaac I said some things and please just forget it all!" "Absolutely not, M." Isaac leaned back in his chair. "I want you too. Have since middle school." Melissa's eyes darted back and forth between the two. She focused on Nall. "What did you do to me?" "Only three things." She ticked off fingers. "First was I made you bisexual. Don't worry, you'll love it soon enough. Second, I linked our minds, like I said. There's a little of my personality in yours from now on, and vice versa. It'll help with your balance. Third, I used a little suggestion on you to open you up and make you say what you really felt." Isaac raised an eyebrow. He thought she'd been inserting thoughts into Melissa's mind; had she really only revealed what was already there? He felt his cock straining in his pants. "Is that why I'm so clear right now?" Melissa actually did seem a little more lucid, more present than she had on the way back from the airport, after breaking out of the trance. "Yeah. You won't need medication anymore; in fact, that would probably make it harder for the bond to do its job. I'll always feel a little more unbalanced, but I'll live. And I think Isaac will like me a little bit more if I have a bit of your wildness in me." Nall gave Isaac a short smile before returning to Melissa. Melissa hugged herself. "Why would you... I don't deserve this." Nall shrugged. "Maybe not. Who really knows what anyone 'deserves'? Isaac thought you did deserve it." She stroked the other girl's blonde hair, running her fingers through it and inspecting the bright, shiny strands, fascinated; it was the first time she'd gotten to see a blonde up close. Nall went on, looking back into Melissa's eyes. "And now that we're bonded, I can see inside you. You're not anywhere near as bad as you think you are." Melissa put her head in her hands for a moment, then came back up, wiping away a few tears. "Sorry. I've just... never been touched this way before. By any guy, or anyone really." "Good." Nall shuffled toward her. "Because I'm feeling like doing a lot more touching." Nall grinned. "You know... I was thinking the same thing." Melissa, now recovered and quite willing, fell into Nall's embrace and her hands quickly went to the waistband of Nall's cutoffs. One hand groped Nall's ass while the other undid her belt. Isaac grinned; his sister and secret desire for years was now a very willing participant in his new, erotic life. In between kisses and tugs on clothes, Nall explained to Melissa what she was doing. "I'm going to make you come. Then your brother will fuck you. His come will have a pretty special effect on you that I think you'll like." "It'll fill me up with eggs, right?" Nall paused, staring in abashment at Melissa. "I can see it in your head." "Shit. I can't see that much detail in yours, just emotions and general state of mind." "I can see enough in yours. You aren't as bad as you think either, you know." She looked at Isaac. "Stop judging her. You don't know what it was like for her, watching her planet go insane and knowing everyone she had ever loved was about to die. It practically happened yesterday for her, she was asleep for the whole time in between. She's trying to give a whole civilization a second chance and you're hung up on whether or not a few girls signed a waiver before they got the experience of their lives." Melissa gave Nall another kiss. "I can see how good it will be. Do it to me. I want it. I want you, too, Isaac. I already want it every day." Isaac let out a long sigh, smiling and not responding. Melissa's accusation was a gross oversimplification, but he didn't feel like arguing it -- especially with Nall and Melissa on the brink of heated lesbian sex. He also knew Melissa was speaking from Nall's perspective, of which a part now resided in her mind -- permanently. Nall seemed miffed too, foiled for the second time in one day at her inept control of her own mind powers. Fortunately, Melissa dropped the point quickly as she felt Nall close her lips over a recently revealed nipple, gasping as the other girl gave her the little bites on it that were exactly what she liked. In turn, Melissa's fingers found their way into Nall's ass-crack, probing her anus for a few moments at a time while her other hand played with the rest of Nall's body -- exactly what she, too, liked. Their lovemaking seemed to flow naturally, as if they'd been practiced lovers for their whole adult lives; ten minutes later both girls' panties finally lay discarded on the floor, and their pussies met in a kiss as their legs crossed behind one another, each's hands supporting their weight behind them as their hips heaved, rubbing their clits together furiously. Isaac, too, had tossed away his own clothes, giving occasional strokes to his own pole as he watched his sister fuck Nall. Melissa, he already knew, was naturally bald below; some genetic fluke. In a drunken moment, she'd told him their mother had told her it ran in the women of the family. He'd never seen it live and in person, though, and found his pole aching to be inside her tender wetness; it took all he had not to throw Nall off her and begin fucking his willing sister, eggs or not. Suddenly, pale skin was in front of him; he looked up and saw Clara had sneaked in to join them. Her pussy -- in a surprise -- was also bare before him, the skin smoothly shaven and looking delicious. He looked up at her. "Me and Jess did it to each other while you were away. Do you like it?" He heard wet smacks from behind her as Nall and Melissa continued. "Yes." "Good. You liked it on Nall, I saw, so I figured I'd try it too. Looks good on Melissa, too." She glanced behind her, admiring the twisting mess of tanned and bright red skin that was Melissa and Nall. "Will you have enough left for her if I take some?" She nodded toward his pole. Isaac smiled, and took her hip in one hand and aimed himself toward her opening. Clara smiled as she sunk down onto him, sighing with pleasure. After only a few moments, he started bobbing her up and down, forcing the redhead into a fucking motion that he mirrored with his own thrusting hips. Clara spread her legs out and steadied herself on the couch, slowing Isaac down. She bent her head lower, coming up next to his ear. Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 09 "God damn... I already forgot how big you were." In response, he only tried to pick up his pace, but found it spoiled once again by Clara's patience. She spoke again. "I agreed to share you, Isaac, and I will... but I'll admit. I want to be number one. So that's why I'll tell you now, Isaac." She took a breath, then looked right into his eyes. "Turn me into whatever you want. I don't care if I can't go back to work or people don't recognize me. I am *yours*. If there's anything about me that keeps me from being your perfect woman, change it." Wordless, Isaac slowly bounced her up and down automatically. She continued. "I know you're holding back from doing it. It's because of that, that I want to be yours so much. If I could reach inside and take that hesitation out of you just once, I would. Don't ask me, Isaac. Don't think about anything other than what you want. Just think about the perfect woman, and come inside me; I don't care if even I don't recognize myself." Her hands went to her belly, her eyes smoky and mysterious after her confession, and she slackened her legs on the bed and suddenly he was free to bounce her up and down his cock at his own pace. Her request burned in his mind, and some part of him frantically searched for what his perfect woman even was. *Doesn't the perfect woman have whatever looks match her personality? Perfect for the old Isaac, or the new Isaac?* A thousand questions raced past, each more rushed than the last as he felt his cock reach its maximum stiffness; his body sensed Clara's readiness. Melissa was on her knees next to Nall, who was flat on her back, his sister's fingers playing with the red girl's clit while she suckled on a breast. Melissa's own large, nicely tanned boobs hung down pleasingly, giving little shakes back and forth as she shifted and made love to Nall. Nall, having seen Clara join in, had decided to slow down their lovemaking and give Isaac time to both impregnate Clara and to recover afterward so he could also fill Melissa with eggs for the first time. With a quick jerk, Nall's legs moved up into the air briefly as her body was stimulated suddenly -- Melissa had sneaked her pinky into Nall's ass, already knowing the other girl's preferences too well. Nall fought back, rolling the two over and taking Melissa's head into both hands and giving her a sloppy, tongue-filled kiss while her own knee nestled itself between Melissa's legs and was soon smeared with the other girl's wetness. A low groan came from their side, and both girls looked to see Isaac coming. Nall grinned, knowing she and Clara had awoken halfway through the night, both having to go to the bathroom; they'd kissed for a while in the darkness and then gone together and peed in the dark, sharing an intimate moment neither completely understood but both wanted to repeat. Their passions awoken before their thoughts were in order, both girls, in their still-weakened state from laying eggs hours earlier, had made love again as they returned to where they'd been sleeping -- falling into a sixty-nine and making one another come before they drifted back to sleep, Nall having failed to notice the whole time that her body had returned to its natural coloration. During that time, Nall had made the change to Clara's insides again, knowing it would last for days or until Isaac came inside her, even if she wasn't ready to lay eggs at the time Nall had tongued her pussy again. They could see his balls tighten up, and the line along the base of his cock pulsing as jets of semen rushed into Clara and fertilized her. Clara sensed on some level, as well, that she'd been unexpectedly fertile and felt herself weaken and fall forward against Isaac as her belly began its first expansion. Knowing what she would want next, Nall made her own breasts fill with milk, and after Isaac withdrew his slick, gooey cock, he deposited the slowly growing Clara next to the pair; within moments her mouth had fastened onto a deep crimson nipple, suckling the milk within to hasten her pregnancy. Clara seemed to take her time, draining only a few sips at a time, possibly knowing that Isaac secretly wanted to make his sister pregnant with eggs at the same time. Melissa seemed to be on the edge of coming more than once, but Nall always stopped and let her float back down. Melissa began to grow frustrated, reaching for her own clit and trying to bring herself off, but Nall held her hands away with brute force, using her quarkware-enhanced body to easily overpower his sister. Nall repositioned Clara, making room for the other girl to continued drinking from her while she moved Melissa so that she could focus herself entirely on making Isaac's sister come. She pushed Melissa onto her back and laid her flat, then crouched between her legs. Isaac knew his time with Melissa would be soon, seeing Nall begin to tongue Melissa without holding back. She would make her changes to Melissa's insides, and her body would be ready to accept his virile semen. Now that his transformation into the Patriarch was complete, Isaac's cock was already recovering, his balls refilling with the potent come that would inflate his sister's belly as well. Melissa did an admirable job of trying to fight her orgasm down, but Nall had gotten her too hot, and soon he heard the sound of his own sister crying out in orgasm right in front of him. As soon as Melissa had come down, Nall let go of her and focused on feeding Clara. She took the other girl aside and tried to get her to drink more, but was frustrated as the redhead only drank sips at a time still, and insisted on watching Isaac and Melissa make love. Nall relented, and set herself up behind Clara, using her own body as a cushion and angling so they could both watch. Isaac's cock, almost erect again, dangled enticingly as he grabbed a blanket from under the coffee table and laid it out on the floor. He lifted his nude and helpless sister off the couch and deposited her on her hands and knees, and slapped his cock down between her ass-cheeks then leaned down over her. His new, huge body almost completely enclosed her, his thighs and arms large and thick enough to dwarf hers. He bucked his hips, sliding his cock up and down through her naked ass-cheeks, and kissed her as she turned her head toward him. Leaning back and upright, he placed his fingers against his sister's folds and pressed, entering her slick insides and testing her tightness. Satisfied, he lined his cock up to her, and in a single, slow-motion thrust, entered her. Isaac's dick was wrapped in welcoming warmth. His body sensed it was not only inside a fertile female, but something in addition, a specialness unique to this woman. Within a minute his cock was pistoning away, sliding easily in and out of his sister's pussy as she moaned piteously into the blanket, her head low down and resting on her arms as she let herself be railed by the huge pole, a monster bent on enjoying every inch of her insides and making her enjoy it just as much. The bestial side of Isaac's changes came out, and he found himself uncontrollably fucking her, becoming something that existed only to fuck and come and impregnate. Even in his animalistic frenzy, his hand found his sister's clit, and spun around it in a wild pattern while his hips shot back and forward in almost a blur. Melissa came at some point, he was dimly aware of the sensation of her pulsing muscles and low cries as she orgasmed -- but all he could think about was his own dick, the glorious sensation of his own sister's hot, wet walls surrounding him, the light fragility of her clit in his fingers, the tenseness of her muscles against him, the softness of her skin, the willingness of her whole body and mind as his cock plunged in and out. Realizing this long-forbidden pleasure was more than tantalizing, it was drawing him away from conscious thought and into a realm of hedonistic surrender. With a roar that probably woke up anyone who was asleep on the floor, Isaac came, his seed pouring out in a constant, pulsing stream in the hardest orgasm he'd ever felt. His dick stayed buried inside her for another whole twenty seconds, his cock pumping a superhuman amount of virile semen inside his sister's body; she was well-prepared by Nall, and within moments from his withdrawal she felt heat and a stretching sensation from her center. He lifted her and took a moment to catch his breath and reorient himself, admiring his sister's nude body as his thoughts reasserted themselves. He and Nall smiled at one another, then Clara tugged on Nall's forearm and made the alien girl help shuffle her growing mass over to make room for Isaac's sister. Isaac deposited Melissa next to Clara, the two a study in contrasts save for their gravid bellies. He and Nall both kissed and treated the expanding women, filled with eggs, and Nall allowed both to drink from her breasts several times before Clara seemed to become temporarily paralyzed and laid out flat, lost in bliss. Clara's eggs began when Isaac happened to be next to her. He placed his hands at her pussy and felt the first dollop of warm goo flow between his fingers, then as his hand probed her, he felt the first egg fall out quietly into his hand. Nall smiled, and by the time Clara laid her third egg, Melissa also was overcome with pleasure and fell onto her back, her mind shut down and afloat in an ocean of bliss. Over an hour and a half, both girls leisurely laid eggs; neither's body seemed to be in any rush, and the process drug out over much longer than he'd ever known it to. Isaac wasn't hurried either, and Nall seemed not to think it meant anything special; if anything, it was good, meaning both girls had bodies well-suited to laying eggs. More eggs issued from the girls, and Nall instructed him to occasionally tease or tickle the girls, but not make them come just yet -- for some reason, keeping their bodies on the edge of orgasm somehow made the egg-laying process go more smoothly. He did as told, suckling on Clara's nipples from time to time and keeping her just short of her peak. As he watched, he noticed small imperfections on Clara had vanished each time he looked back at her -- one or two going away at a time. A little scar there gone, a little acne mark gone here, her newly shaven pubic hair's stubble vanishing permanently, appendectomy scar disappearing there, hands becoming a tiny bit smaller, nipples pointier and somehow looking more tasty, legs becoming a tiny bit less bony... he knew he'd made all these changes to her, consciously or not. By the time her eggs finished, she looked largely the same, very recognizable, but also very improved. Her beauty had increased considerably, at least in his eyes; he knew not every guy in the world would rate Clara a 10, some not even an 8. However, Isaac saw Clara with the beauty of a woman only seen by a man who loves and trusts her, which magnified her every feature; he didn't want her to turn into someone else for him. He realized that he really did love Clara, and probably had for some time even before Nall's appearance. She had been what he looked forward to most at his old job. As her eggs finished, he stroked her skin, glad to let her rest, but also looking forward to saying hello to her when she awoke, and finding a good time to tell her how he felt. Then there was his sister; he looked forward to the coming days as he felt more and more for her, allowing forbidden emotions and feelings he'd submerged for years to be let out and allowed to grow and bask in her returned affection. Her eggs, too, finished a few minutes later, though hers had come out more slowly than Clara's. She apparently just wasn't as fertile as the other two girls, though she was still well worth Nall's time. Not that he thought Nall would willingly separate herself from Melissa any time soon; he'd seen the passion with which they attacked one another after Nall's linking of their minds. They were two peas in a pod now, a matching pair, as deeply in love as he and Clara may well be. His sister was just as tied up with Nall now as he was, though he considered it a price well worth paying if it helped his sister finally find some respite from the roiling emotions that had plagued her whole life. Nall nodded to him, and he bent down to tongue Clara's folds. Her taste filled his mouth, and the odd texture of the flavorless goo that accompanied the eggs; he heard the now-familiar sound of Clara's stimulation and gasps as he forced her super-sensitive body past the brink and she came powerfully. He held her as she came and came, her body burning out the last of its power after the egg-laying in a massive orgasm. Melissa, too, twisted and heaved as Nall kissed her with one hand on her clit, red fingers dancing. Both girls were unconscious a few minutes later. He and Nall warped away eggs for the next fifteen minutes, then cleaned up, taking away the blanket and wiping down both girls, then moving them onto the bed together. Nall leaned against him, deeply satisfied and happy with herself. He could sense her glowing energy even without looking; it bled across through her skin. He put an arm around her. Nall was the last of his four girls, and he knew she really was one of them now. She'd lost most of the power she had over him, and had all but confessed she needed him too. She still had her mission, and she still was quite powerful, but they were a couple now as well, two halves of one unit, the Imnir Ark. Isaac nodded back out into the main room, and guided Nall outside. They sat out on the deck, together on the lounge chair as he and Clara had been in the morning. The sun was getting low in the air after the long day of love, sex, and egg-laying. "I wanted to say thank you for doing that for Melissa." Isaac tightened Nall against him for a moment. "It's fine. I thought I was just doing it to keep you with me at first..." Nall looked back in the direction of the master bedroom, where Melissa slept. "But it's different now. When I linked us together, I saw who she really was, past all those issues that held her back. I... remember things. I remember odds and ends of growing up here on Earth... and seeing the world through her eyes, feeling what she felt when she saw and experienced things... you know, she's even more beautiful on the inside than she is from the outside. I really love her. I can see why you loved her more than you were supposed to when you were young." Nall remained silent for a time, the two simply lying together and watching the sunset. Isaac turned and kissed the top of her head on a whim, and spoke up. "You know, I'm not going to bail on you, Nall. I'm part of the mission now too. I think we can do this without doing anything *too* amoral." "Maybe we can." Nall conceded. "When they made me the Ark, they mandated that I do everything possible for the mission. It would just about take an ultimatum from you to make me stop and reconsider -- whether or not I really wanted to do what I felt like I had to do to accomplish it." "I kind of figured that. I knew after a while that you couldn't be the heartless bitch you pretended to be on the ship." She was silent for a time, cuddling close to him, her mottled skin even more interesting to his eyes than the picturesque sunset. His hand drifted down to her well-shaped ass, his favorite part of her to grab. Nall made no effort to resist, giving a tiny smile as his hand closed on the flesh. "I meant to ask you... why did you lay more eggs last night? You said on the ship that it wasn't possible for you to lay more than a couple." "I couldn't figure that out either. Best guess is that you used your power on me to make my body more fertile; the design team doubted there would be enough genetic compatibility for something like that to work, so they went with the design where I prepared females of your own species to impregnate. More eggs per day and all, that way, also. Then again, it wasn't supposed to be possible for the bonded male to gain control of his half of the quarkware, so..." Nall trailed off. Isaac sat in silence for a few moments, considering. "If that was the first time I used it and it was weak, what would happen if I used it now that I have full control of it?" Nall looked at him, in a little trepidation. "I don't know. I'm worried though. Don't get focused on me. Even if you make me lay as many eggs as Jessica, it still won't be enough for the mission. That's why I have all the powers that I do, so I can bring in other girls for you. I didn't expect you to find a few that would know about it and settle in with you; I always thought I'd be finding and mind-wiping lots of them over time. This is kind of better, though. Easier to... sleep." She smiled. Isaac shrugged. "I'm hardly going to stop now. I want to see you completely filled up with eggs, Nall." He confessed it proudly. "As big as Jessica gets. I want to see you totally helpless, on your back, laying them for an hour, so lost in it that you forget your own name." "I'm already forgetting my name." Nall shifted, moving to straddle him. "I can't stop you. Either I stay stuck in the house forever as the red hermit chick, or I hope you don't mix in that change with the next time you make me look human. So I have to just trust you'll keep at it with the other girls too." She leaned down and gave him a kiss on the lips, her eyes heavy and pleading, both for her to be taken, and to keep his promise. His hands settled on her hips, kneading the muscles of her ass, then sliding up her sides and gathering her tits in his open hands. "So, it's settled then." He suddenly shifted his hands down and tightened his grip on her ass, and sat up, carrying her with him up into the air. She gave a short yelp as he carried her inside, and closed the door with a foot behind him. Allowing the small of her back to come to rest in his palm, Isaac prepared the length of his pole and moved Nall outward a ways, being careful to maintain her center of gravity gingerly as he positioned her. She stayed frozen in his hands, her lips pursed and slightly trembling as she looked down in mixed arousal and timidity at the coming union. His cockhead finally rested against her red lips, and parted them, revealing the pink insides. He reset his grip to both hands, and pulled her slowly towards him, feeling the resistance of her body. She gave him a deep and meaningful stare as they both felt her part and his pole slid inside, human and imnir bodies converging in love. They remained in place for a time, Isaac keeping her suspended in the air with a combination of his own grip and his pole impaling her. Nall, unable to move or even reach the ground, could only hold on, her legs crossing behind his back, gripping her own wrist behind his shoulder blades as she leaned her head against his. Isaac gave a light bounce, moving his knees, and Nall gasped in his ear. Isaac formed an image in his mind, calling up the interface to his quarkware. He imagined Nall fertile, as fertile as Jessica, her body able to lay hundreds of eggs a day. He imagined the change being permanent, and -- he sneaked one other change in -- that contact with Isaac would trigger a subtle endorphin rush, or whatever the equivalent was for imnir. Over time, it would condition her to adore Isaac, to love any time she spent with him, or with the other girls when he was around. Isaac consoled himself, knowing how powerful Nall's mind-control abilities could be if she ever threw a fit -- particularly now that she shared an element of Melissa's emotional issues -- or was just having a really bad day; he wanted to ensure she couldn't even think of doing anything wrong with that power. Once he finalized the changes, he refocused himself and hugged Nall tightly to him, and began to bounce himself at the knees, his dick shifting slightly up and down as her body moved with his weight. She gave tiny little sounds into his ear as she moved, her own body more responsive to the little motions than his cock, which demanded true fucking. Wanting satisfaction, Isaac let her out a little and broke the tight hug her arms had on him, allowing her to settle her hands on his shoulders and placing his hands firmly onto her sides and gripping. They looked each other in the eyes fiercely as Isaac gave a much more powerful thrust, moving Nall bodily up and down and bucking his own hips, fucking her in midair. Her response was immediate, her mouth opening widely and silently as her own clit slapped against his base with each thrust, and her red tits flopped up and down. His eyes tried to follow her nipples as he relished the heat of her around his dick, and he felt drops of her wetness slide around his balls and down his thighs. Imnir Ark Vol. 01 Ch. 09 The boiling returned in his testicles again, and Isaac quickened his pace. Nall -- typically slow to stimulation unless she was watching eggs being laid -- probably wouldn't come quite yet, he imagined, but she would soon if he'd done his job right. His balls seized, and he felt a surge of power running from the base of his spine up into his dick. His balls and shaft pumped, and Nall stared downward as she felt his pace slow as he released his come within her. Isaac's semen, charged with reality-altering quarkware, quickly coated her insides and overpowered the weak defenses it found, making its way through her body and changing her. Her body's fertility increased, becoming able to lay hundreds of eggs; then she was fertilized immediately, and her belly expanded a little over the next ten seconds as the eggs grew. Her hand rushed to her stomach, his cock still sunk deep within her, and she felt the incredible heat from within her center. She immediately knew this would be different from the other times -- that's Isaac's semen had worked, and that this time she would be well and truly filled up with eggs, just like Jessica. Nall felt a profound sense of fulfillment and success; she knew she had failed the mission, in a way, but she no longer cared. She and Isaac, and any other girls joining them, would produce more than enough eggs together for a long time. "Ohhhhhhh....." Isaac sensed her slackening body as everything she had was redirected inside by her involuntary nervous system, protecting and nurturing the accelerated growth of her eggs. He moved her slowly over to the couch, placing another blanket under her waist. "Isaaaaac....." Nall called out, her mind being swept away as the level of ambient bliss in her mind increased. He kissed her, on the lips, the nose, the ear, the chest, on both nipples, down her swollen belly, then once on the clit for good measure, which made her feet twitch in a cute way. Her pregnancy continued to expand without any need to drink or consume any milk, her body producing everything it needed within itself with its quarkware network, summoning stored biomass and archived DNA to produce 161 unique eggs. Knowing she was more resilient than the other girls, Isaac felt adventurous. Fearing exploring too deeply in her pussy when she was full of eggs, he instead opted for directly tonguing her clit while his hands settled on her breasts and tweaked the deep red nipples on them. She gave only a few quiet moans at first, but with persistence, he felt her response. The delayed reaction was strong, and she soon squealed as his tongue and lips devoured her most sensitive place, his hands squeezing her brilliant red tits. He felt her legs open and close on his head, almost crushing his head with pressure -- had he been unprotected by his own quarkware and reinforcements to his body structure, and her own legs weakened by her body's state, she may have killed him with her incredible strength. Nall quickly lost control of her reactions, her back arching slightly, held down by its own stretched nature and drained energy, and she came. She made almost no noise, her mouth freezing open as he moved a hand and felt the heat of her breath as she could only breathe, pulses of pleasure shooting out of her clit and into her whole person on top of the dim, suffusing bliss from her egg-filled state. Ten minutes later, as he was kissing her belly some more, he sensed a change in her. Her legs spread and seemed to stay in place, and her breathing slowed. He knew her eggs would come soon. He couldn't measure, but her belly was quite large, as big as a full-term pregnancy. *Well, not quite as big as when Jessica gets, but I'll take it...* He knew that each woman was different, and all he could do was make it possible for Nall's body to function like a human woman's would for egg-laying. After that, it was up to the vagaries of nature. Well-practiced by now, Isaac was ready when the first egg emerged, healthy and round; strangely, it was a solid blue, almost electric. Isaac paused, holding it up for inspection, and Nall's hand raised up to catch his forearm weakly. "It's.... oh, I never thought..." "Nall? Is everything okay?" A second egg emerged, which Isaac moved to catch. Nall's hand stretched out, and he sensed her intent; he placed the first egg in her hand, and she brought it closer to her face, trying to concentrate through the cloud of bliss she was floating on. "It's a... male egg... Isaac... male...." Isaac frowned. "Wait, so all those grey ones were what, girl eggs?" "Female... eggs..." Nall's eyes opened briefly, and she handed him the blue egg back, smiling. He placed them in the beginning of a carefully arranged pattern, easily counted. The third egg came out in quick order, the eggs emerging as rapidly as they gestated. Nall seemed, if anything, to be an even happier mess than she'd been when he first impregnated. She tried to continue through her haze as more eggs came. "Every... egg... till now, female. Team said... problems with fitting male... bio... bio... chemistry... into eggs." She took a few deep breaths, and he had to cradle her head again before she shook herself back into the world. "Was... too late... to research it more. Plan was... machine would use... double-zygote... fertility... on new planet... pretty inefficient... no point... telling you earlier... but, with this...." Her smile grew large, and she looked up at him with intense happiness. Isaac realized the significance. He held up one of the eggs, letting her see it. "So our sons here will be the only guys around on the other planet, huh?" He grinned. "We've already sent back how many girls? Damn, hope these dudes are ready for business. They're going to have to be some real studs." Isaac gave the egg an exaggerated nod. "You up for the challenge? Good." He placed the egg down and caught her ninth as it emerged. "Hah..." It was the first time Nall had laughed at one of his jokes. "Well... they might have it... half as good as... you do, Isaac..." She sighed. "You know, now... we have to do this... every chance we get. Mission... critical..." She grinned, then laid her head back, surrendering herself to the bliss. He smiled and focused on carefully helping with the precious eggs' emergence. "Will do." He knew it was a sight he'd see more and more over time, and smiled. Isaac realized that maybe the little bit of furtive mind control he'd used on her earlier might be unnecessary now; Nall clearly would devote herself to him now, she filled a very special role. And even before that, Nall, too, had let herself become one of his girls. *She couldn't see that she was just as vulnerable to the weaknesses and desires she controlled and exploited in everyone around her*, he thought; *if she did notice, it was too late*. Isaac smiled, deciding only to figure out later whether or not to undo the change -- he knew it would have to be soon, but he also knew his dick wouldn't be ready for a little while. For now, he only wanted to ensure the load of eggs came out well, and were all sent safely to wherever distant planet they were bound. Nall's eggs finished, and he counted about 150 to 170 at a glance. Once again, she lay vulnerable and sensitive, and Isaac decided to send her off in a special way. Moving the eggs away to a safe distance, he quickly slid his semi-soft cock back into her pussy, making her squeal again as her nerves were overstimulated. One thumb on her clit made her explode, her quailing ending suddenly as her mind was blasted with pleasure and her consciousness shut itself down for a while after the blaring, mind-numbing surge of pleasure shorted out her thoughts. Isaac withdrew himself quickly, and picked Nall up, placing her on the bed with the other girls. He grabbed a warp beacon and sent the eggs away, giving each a mental goodbye and wish of good luck on whatever planet the ancient, extinct imnir team had picked to send their big automated machine-base to. Nall had told him she was sure it existed; when he asked why, she said it was because the warp beacons worked at all. Apparently most of the work was done at the other end, the beacons were basically just that -- beacons so the machine knew where to open a tiny warp bridge back to whatever planet it was on. If they hadn't worked, it meant there was nothing on the other end. Finished, he tossed the beacon away, discarding the useless tube. He grabbed himself a glass of water, chugging it down and looking out at the dimming sky. The sun had finished setting while he and Nall made love, and the first stars were now visible. There was a knock at the door. Isaac pulled on his pants and looked out the peephole. It was Jessica, and she'd brought a friend, a pretty Asian girl. Isaac grinned.