Traffic was backed up. Giving him time to think. Didn't really want to argue with January anymore. Nothing more to be said. Just thinking. Flipping through radio stations. A perky female announcer remarked on the latest government shutdown, he'd never paid much attention to politics before. But now? He brushed a strand of his long, raven-dark hair away from his sharp brow ridge.

Another show; someone claiming to be an Army colonel assuring the audience that they'd found a new weapon against the Mimeticus invasion, at a secret research base in an undisclosed location. Mimeticus, part of a complex, taxonomic designation for the aliens.

Xavier shook his head with a hearty scoff. Another secret research base. Made the crisis worse. The first purges had the aliens rounded up to those secret facilities; the Feds thinking they could be studied. Only made it worse.

It was weird how little things had changed from attempts to fight them - instead of busty beauty queens trolling the streets for men, you had busty beauty queens trolling the streets for men and using preternatural powers of seduction they'd evolved in order to seduce the men who'd captured them. The purges had simply removed the ancestral shape-shifters without special powers of attraction.

No one on the news seriously thought they could be eliminated anymore. Now, politicians were preaching tolerance - at least I hoped they were politicians; and not the SheMorphs that had replaced them.


*****

The coed-aged Hispanic-tanned sex-kitten slithered across the hood of the car, moaning sensuously as she dragged a wet ice cube down the shuddering valleys of her heaving, bikini-clad bosom. Rolling over, she writhed as though making love to Xavier's car hood while balancing the ice cube against the jutting terrain of her bubble-butt. Glistening rivulets of moisture trailed down the photoshoot oil sheen of her lubed-up skin.

On his side of the Cadillac, a saffron-complexioned Persian-looking girl turned her mesmerizing-ebony eyes on him, batting her calligraphy lashes flirtatiously, until she rose high enough to display oil-glistening tits bulging below and beneath a deliberately too-small pink bikini top that scarcely contained mammalian treasures just large enough to prevent his hand from encircling them without sinking into a creamy wonderland of jiggling titopia.

Which he didn't try.

Below her boobs was the - "FREE CAR WASH" hand-painted sign he expected.

"The NERVE of these bitches! January snarled; adjusting her pregnant belly against the seatbelt.

"Makes sense; they are Bacchanals, after all. Look at 'em." He reminded her.

"I know YOU'VE been looking." January razzed with a roll of her eyes.

"That's not... never mind." He shook his head. The Bacchanal strain first popped up in Miami, preying on horny beachgoers. Their lineage possessed a hyper-pheromone ability released through some kind of body oil that disabled human inhibitions. Every day was like a swimsuit edition lubed in glistening sex appeal. Like the auburn-haired whore at the first house he'd seen today...

"They're not really dangerous unless you're close enough to touch them." He told her. With car windows rolled up securely, the pair was safe from their lusty powers. All they could throw at him were curvilicious female figures sparkling with wet trails of dripping lust - not to mention beauty-makeover faces panting with their need for seed. The juicy mutants had utterly dominated Miami, supplanting the original SheMorph infestation after the second Purge. Down there, probably wasn't one man out of ten-thousand that didn't spend his days gurgling in ecstasy as he hosed his sperm into their slickened cunts. And now the overflow from their slippery harems was spreading like an oil stain through the warmer States, evolving faster as they feasted on the sperm of the unwary.

Xavier wasn't worried; knowledge was power. Just don't get within five feet of the bikini-licious hottie slick with body oil. You could see the danger, if you knew what to look for. Compared with other strains, they had the same mix of ethnicities, yet tended to be more muscular. Less like runway models, more like fitness models.

The word from government whistleblowers described a secret Army base built beneath the Everglades where thousands of their sultry ancestors were stored and studied. But the Brass fucked up - literally. They horribly underestimated the need for female guards... and the men were.... men. Until they weren't.

With sufficient male admirers, a single SheMorph could natalize into eight offspring in a month. Any mutation that aided her ability to lure lusting cocks would ensure more and more replications from horny soldiers that took the posting as a joke. And she would beg for your dick. As it turned out; you could fuck her once, no real harm. Not only that, it was great. Best sex of your life. And since once was cool; why not do it... do her - again. Maybe once more. And she'd thank you like you were saving her life! You were. And there's only so much constant flattery a man can take from a jaw-dropping goddess that should have been Playmate of the Year. But once you made a habit of your dick in her cunt, you were doomed. 

Then one day, the soldier would wake up, and find his dick didn't fit his camo-pants anymore. Before he knows it; he's addicted to her - and there's no hope of not fucking her... just one more time. 

But then, on a top-secret black-box base, multiple shifts... and EVERYONE knowing they could have a quickie with the achingly erotic prisoner... All the sudden, she becomes pregnant; and in minutes there are two of them. And it's all downhill from there.

Each top-secret base became an evolutionary pressure-cooker where those that survived were the few mutants more seductive than their sisters. Those best able to arouse a man's libido beyond all reason could feed, and flourish - and escape. 

Radio-Free Earth was back - “... with a special guest! We have here Agent X - whose prefers to remain anonymous - with his firsthand account of the true dangers of the SheMorphs, and the way that our government has failed us!

"Thank you Judy, I'll never forget her... it... the Subject. They kept her in a glass tube, the eggheads running tests all day; they were excited - learning all kinds of ten-dollar words about her biology, and... We let our guard down. The science-team, and then the guards... we all learned how to loop the camera feed, so no one would know that we were sneaking in quick fucks with the - "

"Please restrict use of graphic language as much as possible," The host admonished.

"Uh... right but, wow! She would'a stole the show if they'd made her the Sports Illustrated swimsuit cover girl! And we knew she was in there, naked - all the time. Getting so excited whenever a man was in the room. Tanned, leggy, those eyes, and the way her tits would -”

"Yes, we get the picture, how did the facility become compromised?" The host re-directed.

"Just a matter of time; she was a blue-eyed blonde when the scientists were there, then after hours - once I saw a janitor come in, and she darkened her skin and hair - started speaking Spanish. She'd become whatever she had to and... I promised myself I wouldn't but, I'd been arguing with the wife and...

"You surrendered to temptation."

"Damn, it was the best uh.... sexual activity I ever had. No woman ever wanted it so much as when I was... uh... with her. She didn't mind being our prisoner, she just wanted us; wanted men. I lost track of how many times I'd... been with her. And she got pregnant, but it just took minutes! She split into two girls! God! So gorgeous! Can't stop thinking about them!"

"What happened then?"

"Had to hide her! We were only supposed to have one! Tried to smuggle her out! It seemed like such a good idea; she was persuasive, Bacchanal strain probably, the scent of her! Other guys... started doing the same. Just that one, with the men fu- erhh... engaged in sexual congress enough for nine Natalizations that I found out about."

"But you didn't report this activity?"

"No! I was guilty too! Too many of us were. The Brass; they didn't get it. Underestimated everything. It's not only that they're so... willing. But it's the idea of having one, possessing her as your own. Just too easy. Once containment was broken, there's no telling how many others slipped free..."

"And there were just enough female staff to get the project scrubbed," The Host announced; "But by then it was too late. The men assigned to protect us surrendered to the pleasure of their harems, all descended from the most seductive mutant."

Angrily, Xavier switched off the radio.

What made it worse was that people thought the problem was under control; the purges had removed them, so we thought. And the Army didn't admit the boondoggle until it was far too late. So by the time the first few flirtatious fugitives hitch-hiked their way to Miami (feasting from horny truckers the whole way) no one suspected alien infiltration - that problem had supposedly been fixed. So all the guys on the prowl thought they'd gotten lucky when the hottest babe in the bar went home with them. Next thing a guy knows, his dick won't fit in his pants; and he can't stop himself... with her. Easy meat. All you had to do was NOT resist the packs of predatory porn-stars dripping with supermodel glamour on their relentless quest for cock. Replaced with a doppelganger. Succumb to mind-shattering bliss in the arms of your replicating harem. The Bacchanal strain was multiplying...spreading...fucking. And that was just one species.

"Summer is ending, and with Bacchanals, their seduction strategy is less effective in the colder months..." I supplied. January scoffed.

"So this is their annual big push to get enough Cock to tide them over Winter." she sneered. But however much they got, they would always need more.

"They've got no choice after driving the Strip clubs out of business." You used to get a lot of their kind in places like that." Xavier reflected; "Rub a pair of pheromone-oil tits in a guy's face - and it was all she wrote. But now? Any man these days that would've been into that sort of thing got just what he wanted, and cocked-out years ago.

"Their kind, Bacchanals... that was when I first realized how serious this was," January offered, eyes far-staring. I knew what she meant. Years ago, we'd all been glued to our TV's when the South Beach feeding frenzy made the news.

Hundreds, thousands of oil-slicked alien whores rutting with animal abandon upon the raging cocks of every man in sight. Their kind were the first to screw naked, in public. No shame. No restraint. No condoms. The South Beach Frenzy was their breakout moment. Hundreds of procreating pairs, shuddering in orgasmic ecstasy. The newscast tried (almost successfully) to blur out the bouncing breasts and torpedoing cocks of the copulating couples. Near the shore, there was a line of glistening female asses like a stadium wave undulating rhythmically as the Bacchanals rode the cocks they'd lured with bra-busting beauty, as well as mind-bending sex-musk.

 No one knew what they were facing then. Including the male cops that attempted to arrest the slippery law-breakers; but to arrest them - you had to touch them. Be close to them. Smell the hyper-pheromones that did things to the male human brain scientists hadn't thought possible. Xavier still remembered the sight of that Miami P.D. cruiser- wrapped around a telephone pole. The cop actually thought he could arrest three of the glistening beauties, and put them in the close quarters of a squad car - and remain in control of himself. In moments, wrecking his vehicle ceased to matter compared to the lust-musk from the she-devils that fucked him. Men trying to arrest them only added to the orgy, which spread on the backs of besotted men being screwed from on top in broad daylight.

But not Him. They wouldn't get to him.

"They think they can get me to leave my wife for..." I stopped myself - of course January wasn't my wife, but the aliens didn't know that - or care. I detected a blush from my pornstar-girlfriend-business partner. "Er... that's what they're thinking." I added unnecessarily.

January muttered something under her breath about home wrecking alien bitches. This from an ex call-girl with the politician-ruining client list. Always easier to see the mote in the other (wo)man's eye. It was hard to see the expression on her face, with Ice-cube girl waving her string-bikini barely-clad crotch at him from the hood of the car.

"Does a lioness care about breaking up the family of a gazelle?" I wondered out loud. To live for love. Sex was both desire and survival: Too long without fresh DNA and a SheMorph would lose control. Of everything. It was... quite a sight. But in the end, they'd die. How could such a creature feel guilty, when the sperm of some married man could save her life?

"You... you don't need them." January insisted, but then she got a mischievous grin in her long-lashed eyes.

"What do you..." But I was interrupted. We'd been sitting in traffic for quite a while; and she wanted to stick it to the SheMorphs... in moments his pants were unzipped and for the first time this week - it seemed she actually enjoyed sucking my cock.

It was a cruel, womanly revenge - January feasting on my manmeat in full view of the hungry seducers. Outraged shock chiseled on their beauty-queen faces. The Persian girl actually moaned with frustration as she saw the rigid prize she was denied. Bikini tops vanished and swelling boobs pressed against the glass of the windows like raisin-studded pancakes.

"Oh, nice..." Jan went to her fellatio with unusual enthusiasm. But I didn't need to let the SheMorphs in; their lurid enticements enhanced the experience of having my dick sucked by my ex-porn star girlfriend. They'd already demonstrated their sex-sense; the way a shark could smell blood from miles away, alarms went off in their heads whenever a man was aroused. So a moistened beauty with chestnut hair and dimply cheeks did not surprise me as she scampered up to the car. The newcomer panted with hysteria at the hunger kindled by the blowjob she was sensing. The passenger side window began to fog with her frantic breath as she looked in on the sex denied her. It was interesting; to push the aliens to their limits; as velvety waves of undulating delight washed over my member. January purred between my legs; heightening the sensation.

In between the writhing beauties in front of me, I happened to notice a balding, 40-ish cubical wage slave in a Camry in front of me in the gridlock. 'He' doused himself with bottled water while unlocking the Camry's driver-side door. The door opened to reveal a dripping wet jail-bait sex-kitten with slicked-back chocolate hair twining playfully near her kissable lips. In the old world; every million-dollar modeling agency in New York would be beating down the door of this aching beauty - but in this sex-drenched present; she was about to beat down mine. As well versed as the aliens were at masquerading as the men they replaced; they could never ignore the possibility of a fresh fuck.

I didn't know, and scarcely cared what man-eating mutation the newcomer boasted. And yet... I groaned as the fellatio continued, smiling as I reveled in the spectacle. The SheMorphs' desperate seduction only enhanced the stimulation of the blowjob...

But that was when the traffic jam let up.

"Give you something to look forward to," January teased as she disengaged with a wet pop.
Xavier hit the gas immediately, despite his erect frustration - heedless of the squeals of the displaced SheMorphs clinging to the car. He also tried not to think about the pair of men's pants flying in the breeze after being jettisoned from some other vehicle on the road.


**********

His car was more than a Cadillac; and in the end, Xavier was optimistic - confident he could avoid the fate of ... damn! They were getting bolder! Near the south side of town, he couldn't help but stare at a pack of Sirens and the prize they'd snagged.

The radio warned about their strain quite a bit; and he'd taken the information to heart. Unlike the poor bastard at the stop sign to the right of the street where he and January drove. But Xavier's ride had protections built in.

This guy, he seemed like a Japanese businessman driving a rental - and odds were, he'd never drive again. That was the furthest thing from his mind right now, undoubtedly. But closer to his cock was a Siren. The moaning she-demon squeezed shut her eyes in a rictus of rapture as she pistoned herself upon the cock of the man she straddled, even from afar - the wetness of her sex still gleamed. This strain had a signature look serving as a warning; they mostly resembled ivory-skinned Slavic beauties with glossy hair blacker than the night sky. Light and dark in dick-hardening contrast. Though a SheMorph could adopt virtually any human form, Sirens most often assumed this appearance when not exerting effort. Some genetic relic from the sexy mutant that seduced her way out of whatever black-ops lab had failed to control her ancestors.

The rumors were true; their shapeshifting ability had adapted to the point where they could modulate their voices to produce exotic sound waves that could affect human emotions. If Mr. Tokyo made the mistake of driving past with the windows rolled down, it would be just a matter of time. 

As the first Siren pumped up and down upon her man's hidden cock upon the hood of the rental car, her sisters slithered around him, caressing - cooing. Mouths open as they sang haunting arias that set his nerves a-tingle. A few altered their bone structure to resemble Asian women; perhaps to make him more comfortable - but their willing victim scarcely noticed; as his lover moved his hands with her own to encourage him to grope her delectable breasts. Bending over, she put a nipple into his mouth. But this milk wasn't for nourishing infants; it was another chemical weapon to make a man a prisoner of ecstasy.

Watching closely were roving orphans spilling out from harem overflows; watching - hoping for a shot.

Xavier has seen this before.

The Nature Channel. Lions on the Serengeti. Crowding around their kill. Jackals and vultures lurking on the fringes, hoping for a turn.

But it was not to be. Three larger sirens, close to the end of their Natalization cycle stood guard to repel street-dwellers that might try to horn in on the catch.

The first Siren threw back her head, releasing a blast of sound that cracked nearby windows in her reactive orgasm. They came from cum. In more ways than one. Nothing else mattered once a man erupted his seed into her aching cunt. Sperm was passion, pleasure, paradise.

Shuddering as she slid off his member to quake in her own feeding-orgasm, their target was not left alone for long. Another dark-haired sister immediately inhaled his dick and began to pulse her throat as she sucked him off. By constantly exposing his cock to their alien hormones, he would gain length and girth just a little faster, the reports indicated. Others, crooning as they slowly dragged him towards the backseat of the car. Their man lost in a toe-curling world of scintillating sin that left him delirious with delight. Dick a little bigger, harder, on his way to become as much a sex-monster as they were.

The whole harem would work his cock, fuck-sucking him as they sang him to sex night and day. Each time; a little bigger, little hornier. Just to feed the aliens the genetic material they needed; all day every day. If they kept the pressure on, poor bastard would cock-out in a week; and not even care.

But Xavier did care. As did a lot of other smart scientists still trying to do something, anything to resist the Invasion. Sirens were a known threat. And there were safety measures.

The Cadillac had been treated with a polymer matrix that scrambled exotic frequencies of sound (He didn't know all the technical details). But it prevented the type of attacks most often used by the Siren-strain.

Subliminal suggestion.

"Dick is hard, so hard. Dick is hard..." came a ghostly voice from the passenger-side window. Outside the car, it would seem like ghostly crooning to set his nerves a-tingle, but the scrambling matrix blunted the mind-bending effects; with a result that the Siren's actual intended commands came through!

At first, January almost chuckled at the prurient innuendo. But as they continued down these side streets, her anger mounted.

"Ditch the wife, Ditch the wife, Free to Fuck!" Came an unveiled subliminal command. Sirens were lining up on the street corner, in an earlier age they might have been mistaken for hookers; but there were so many; and well - they were just too gorgeous to be human prostitutes. They could focus powerful sound waves at the vehicle even at high speed.

Even without being married to January, the brazenness of their adulterous innuendo still set his teeth on edge! 

"Unzip my pants! Dick so hard! Unzip!" Shaking his head, Xavier reflected on the fact that Sirens used a different tactic than other mind-benders; A Medusa would use her mesmerizing eyes to assert her will upon the man she needed to fuck her. But Sirens operated in a roundabout way... 

"Redhead in Fishnets! I wanna fuck!"

"Cum in her cunt!"

"Brunette Ponytail! She's Gorgeous! Fuck her hard!"

"Bear my seed!

The whorish alien females sang at the car window, hips swaying, breasts bulging in and out of lingerie and bikini tops, Salon-styled hair framing makeup-commercial beauty as their faces flushed with unrelenting lust for the man they could detect with their arousal senses. The seduction had to come from within; each wanted him to believe that it was his own idea to mate with her. It had to sound like his own voice, inside himself - giving him the idea to succumb to them.

From a nearby convenience store, the blond cashier scampered outside as the Cadillac neared; uniform melting away as she She-Morphed into a statuesque Italian beauty queen barely clad in fire-engine red lingerie, lean arms outstretched as she crooned of rapturous pleasures that could be his. They were taking over human jobs left and right.


"Sexier than my wife!"

"Fuck Sirens again! Again! AGAIN!"

"Oh, you sick little alien bitches!" Snarled January, clutching her pregnant belly in an unconscious expression of anxiety. 

"Fuck any woman! Any woman I want! Every woman!"

"Freeeeee..." That was perhaps the biggest lie; I'd be a prisoner to pleasure, but still a prisoner.

"Orange bikini top! Need to mate with her!"

No, he didn't! 

"Sire my seed! Fertile Female!" Came another unveiled innuendo. Fertile? But there would never be sons or human daughters; just more SheMorphs, each as nymphomaniacal as her parent.

"Cock too big! Zipper busting! My cock is hard! Cock is Hard! Sooo hard! Fuck them all! Power, I have power! Power to fuck! Fuck them all with my huuuge dick!" They subliminally suggested.

That was what *they* wanted; to corrupt him, infect him, until his giga-dick was too huge, horny, and hanging to do anything but ejaculate into his alien harem until his mind melted and his heart exploded from the pleasure.

Then, the hundreds of new SheMorphs spawned would just seek out more studs to start the cycle of sex-madness over again.

"Dick too big! Bigger Dick! Dump my wife! Dick too big for her!" A huge-assed brunette crooned, edging out onto the street to sing this covert message through the windshield of the Cadillac. January seethed with vein-popping rage.

"Ohh-hh... I am gonna take those bitches, and I am gonna-"

"Ignore them, it's over now, and there's too many." Xavier advised. Some reports claimed maybe a billion worldwide. Soon, there'd be enough for every man to have his own harem - it would be the end of mankind. Not with a bang, but with an orgasm. "I know better than to be tempted, so stop worrying." Xavier insisted. 

Yet he still worried himself. Again, the Siren had said. Again. They could sense whether a man had... partaken before. The Medusas had known too, from the size of his dick. Not many men could hold out. Yet the technology to scramble their sound waves was well publicized; all that research on the SheMorphs did have some benefits. Yet the Siren strain was still building new seraglios. And how many more aliens would be spawned from the sperm of the Japanese Businessman? Knowing what they were really saying seemed only further enticement...

It was then that Xavier cell rang. 

"Aggie? What's up?" His secretary, Agnes was indispensable. And old. Wrinkly and old. It was refreshing.

"You asked me to call you about the construction?"

"How's it going?"

"Behind schedule. Foreman says it'll take another week to get the tunnel ready. At least, we hope it's still a Foreman." Agnes added.

And not a deceitful doppelganger taking over while the real worker jack-hammers his mega-cock into a seraglio full of alien porn stars.

"All that noise and smoke and hazard tape, I think me and Jan will eat out tonight."

January grunted, arms folded with a worrisome frown.

The very necessity - much less the affordability would have been astonishing seven or eight years ago. But yes... given the nature of Xavier's new profession - it was necessary to have a controlled access tunnel installed under the streets in order to get in and out without being hounded. Back in the old days, getting City Hall to cooperate with a hair-brained scheme like that would be beyond the pale. But now?

Now he was of the opinion that his post-retirement secretary was a necessity; no temptation if some slippery SheMorph tried to double her, as they had with Jan. January herself? He had to have her.

She was proof of concept. 

"It's been a long day; no more checking up on the guys - let's just... get something to eat?" January acquiesced with a reluctant nod. Xavier tried not to think about the latest pair of discarded men's dress pants that flapped in the breeze onto the hood of the Cadillac.

"Hard Cock! Hard Cock! Fuck them with my Harrrrrrd Cock!"


**********

There was a trick to ordering fast-food these days; if you were a guy. Many minimum-wage jobs once filled by young, horny men had been replaced by the SheMorphs that had seduced them out of their roles in society. Willing to work for lower, and lower wages off the books - many human women were also being edged out of low-end jobs.

Xavier knew that in such places, you had to fear the Ambrosia-strain. An offshoot of the lineage producing the Bacchanals; they were the reason a guy that relished freedom dare not order drinks at most restaurants.

Unless you wanted it with milk.

Ambrosias had (Most of the time) the biggest tits of all SheMorphs, owing to a hyper-active lactation ability they could scarcely control. But Xavier could spot them; they had the same ethnic variety that most SheMorphs did, but always with full, firm boobs at around basketball size bulging from whatever they pretended to be wearing. And restaurants; especially fast-food were their prized hunting grounds.

He didn't need the radio to warn him about the consequences of one suck. A beauty queen with midget-smothering cleavage bares her tits at you? Run. Just run. One taste of Ambrosia milk and you'd spend the next two weeks in a wonderland of narcotic ecstasy, until you awakened with an elephant-raping mega-cock, while bra-busting porn stars fawned over you - as you ejaculated your life away. 

One suck of her nipples, and you'd be lost.

So no drinks as January ordered at the Mickey D's drive thru. And Xavier tried to ignore the giant-titted Latina that beamed smiles at him from the drive-thru window.

After a moment, the obviously alien worker turned, whispered something into her head set, and replied:

"Please pull to the corner, there's a slight delay with your order."

Well, not impossible, certainly. And they were hungry... Xavier tried not to think about the way one of her uniform buttons seemed to snap strategically; flashing a canyon of bronzed cleavage at him.

But he had the inns-and-outs of Planet SheMorph mostly worked out. So there seemed no problem with rolling down the windows a little early.

The alien with their order was only marginally too gorgeous to be working at a place like this. A curly-haired freckled redhead with a mega-watt smile. A bit of a Christina Hendricks likeness, but more precociously sexual. Tight uniform, but surprisingly small tits for an Ambrosia. Her nametag read "Vixen". Apt, it seemed - with a streak of piebald white through her hair, for an exotic twist.

She said something he couldn't quite hear, while humming a pleasing tune that made him feel... feel... 

uh oh...

Ambrosias. They always had the same bust size. Always. Vixen's own endowments were only barely too large for him to wrap his hands around. Not much bigger than pale, overripe coconuts.

Too late, Xavier realized the dilemma - 

The SheMorphs were getting smarter. Varying their routines.

Vixen was a Siren!

Apparently, the mind-altering crooning her ancestors had evolved to seduce their captors could make a man lose track of time. Xavier realized that Vixen was leaning into his car window, unlocking the door so she could slide into his lap.

It seemed she was wearing a real McDonald's uniform, not her shape-shifting powers - and her top was open, creamy breasts dangling in his face. By the time he began to wonder about January, Vixen was already kissing his forehead amidst soothing cooing, her hand down his pants to pump his aching cock.

Pack hunters.

A second siren, one of the dark-haired defaults for the breed - unbuttoned her fast-food uniform as her open mouth bombarded January with focused waves of comfort. She was trying to resist, but her face rapidly slackened as the crooning bathed her in pleasure.

The Hispanic Ambrosia from the drive-thru window appeared, giga-tits revealed - as she thrust a nipple into January's mouth. Normally, she would fight back but... amidst the orchestral arias reverberating through the Cadillac, aggression seemed impossible. The sound of their singing, the beauty... like being submerged in a sea of serenity.

"Stop fighting," Vixen suggested, stroking Xavier tenderly. "Men, and all your wars and fighting, and scheming. Just let go." She purred, rubbing his face down the valley of her freckled cleavage. "Open your pants, and let yourself cum."

"N-no..."

"Your fear is ridiculous. But we understand; you don't want to lose your wife. So keep her." Vixen turned his head towards Jan.

His pregnant business partner moaned as she unbuttoned her own blouse, nipples blatantly hard. It seemed the Ambrosia milk worked as well against women as men. Two strains working together in a deadly symbiosis: Sirens to sing you into security, so the Ambrosias can dope you with liquid lust. Bait and switch. To circumvent a freedom-loving man's defenses.

"It tastes... like rainbows... colors, pleasure... fuck." January rambled, eyelids fluttering as the devastating pleasure poisoned her mind. "Tastes... like a thousand orgasms. Like victory, like Fuck!" She shuddered, face reddening. Xavier couldn't see the Latina's name badge with her uniform thrown open, but he saw a grin of mischief as the intruder shoved a hand down January's pants.

"See how wet your wife's pussy is becoming?" Vixen noticed. "We can all be happy together. Still, Xavier struggled to shake his head. "Keep watching her! Watch how sweet it feels! See - the way her hips are bucking; those are the mini-orgasms... right now," Vixen hugged him tighter; breasts squeezing against his nose. "Her nipples are hard enough to punch leather!" The Ambrosia stroked her hair, while the dark-haired Siren slipped into January's side of the car, and her lap - for lip-smacking lesbian breast play.

She'd never shown a hint of interest in other women before, but now - she was delirious in a lusting ecstasy. Little huffs as she lip-locked with the ruby kiss of her cover-girl captor.

"Look! They're humping against each other!" Vixen alerted him. "She's going to cum, and cum again - over and over!" As she spoke, her hands pumped his own throbbing cock with increasing rhythm. "And so are youuuu!" She promised with a growl. "You get to share the joy with your wife! Both of you...*pant*.... cumming together! Orgasm at the same time!" Again she pumped his dick, already moist with precum.

"Then, you can make us your harem. Suck our tits, and share in the joy!" Vixen promised.

"N-no... it's wrong,"

"But it feeels so good!" Vixen reminded him. "Just kiss me, fuck me."

Xavier struggled against the suffocating comfort, turned towards January - had to rouse her, get her to fight back! 

But it was strange; it must have had something to do with the Siren's mind-bending seduction, but as January's blouse was torn open, and her creamy D-cups were revealed to lacy-cupped view, her jiggling orbs seemed to strain against their confines. The second siren gave a suckling kiss to January's breasts, tugging at the bra - which surged in a straining pulse - as if... as if January's boobs were somehow... growing? That couldn't be right, her breasts themselves weren't inflating with greater voluptuousness even as he watched?

No. The Sirens, they were tricking him. Had to be.

But then - there was a development.

A Scavenger.

The hope of a man about to be seduced attracted notice. A bikini clad Bacchanal with a figure like a breast-augmented WNBA player appeared at the windshield of the Cadillac, her platinum-blond ponytail bouncing as she panted in desperation. Her creamy skin gleamed with pheromone body oil as her wing-like eyebrows arched in desire. But the huge-titted Ambrosia moved to argue with the newcomer, as the tripartite hunting party tried to secure their new stud-prize.

But the distraction was just enough.

Xavier bolted from the car. Maybe not the best solution, but with keys in hand it was his best snap decision. They wouldn't hurt January - He was the Target. With the keys in hand, he could run - loose the pursuers on foot, come back to the car later.

"NO! I'LL FUCK YOU! I'LL SERVE YOU!!" Vixen vowed as her prize fled. 

He'd been foolish. Thinking he could handle them. Thinking he could avoid them. It was just a matter of time before they got more aggressive. Fewer men on the streets now, competition would grow fiercer.

Xavier ran, barely aware of his surroundings, avoiding onlookers until he found a nearby public park. Hoping to lose himself (and them) in the trees and bushes.

Finding a likely spot, he resolved to call for help. Smart phone in hand, he decided to call Agnes... Aggie could give him a lift in a pinch. But when he opened a browser, his email service was up - and there was a message: A mass mailing from Radio Free Earth.

Fearing - yet too curious too resist, he opened the email attachment; the message claimed to offer proof that the government's latest initiative to purge the invasion was doomed to failure. He shouldn't have watched. But he had to know. Had to know for himself whether there was Hope.

The leaked footage in the video clip opened onto a dark bunker. With colorful pillows? The scene was a grim, high-tech secretive black-box base of some classified sort. Computer banks along the walls. And a mass of silky pillows in the middle of the floor space.

Even from behind, Xavier could see the problem. She was one of the Venus strain of SheMorph. Her flowing hair a sparkle of molten bronze. Rising on dainty feet, she disengaged with a wet slurp from a beefy sausage longer than a baseball bat.

The Venus shuddered, running her hands down her sumptuous body in post-coital satisfaction. Her stud was an iron-haired, wiry man who should have been commanding this facility, instead he was a prisoner of his own mega-cock. He would have known everything. A full report. But facts didn't matter. He was still a man.

Knowing full well she was an alien enemy, this General couldn't stop himself from fraternizing. Xavier could feel it himself; even through the muted medium of the digital recording. To see this goddess; that gold-dusted skin, radiant eyes, and fertile femininity so ripe with fecund promise... it would kindle an obsession beyond reason.

The men in this base; they knew what she was - were sworn to fight her kind. But that didn't mean they could stop siring their sperm into her. Because once was alright. So twice was better. Then three - then ten times. If only they'd used more women to control them. 

No one understood the severity of the infection - until it was too late.

Xavier felt his guts throbbing with a raging sexual hunger simply watching the fluid walk of the Venus as she sauntered nude towards one of the controls. It wasn't just her boobs, ass, or birthing-hips; every nuance of her anatomy somehow radiated feminine seduction. The backs of her knees were sexy. Xavier tingled with an urge to fuck her navel. 
The sexual parasite seemed to be taking a break from her phallic feasting to sit at a console, absorbing classified info with a look of amazement. Soon, she would sink back upon the General's cock for another dose of jizz, and when she had enough genetic material to Natalize, her offspring would know all the military secrets she'd just learned.

But the stud wouldn't have long to wait...

Seven other drop-dead stunners scampered towards the priapic general, each coated in food stuffs.

"You have a wonderful Kitchen, my Master -" Crooned a violet haired sex goddess with golden lips. "We've each prepared different appetizers to cover our bodies with from our own cooking."

"Please, suck the honey from my tits," offered a blond, gold-sparkling beauty.

"Lick the caviar from my nipples," suggested a pointy-nosed SheMorph with fire-engine red hair.

"Please lick the molasses before it sinks too deeply into my cunt," warned a jade haired supermodel as she fingered her sweetened vagina.

"We hope you'll fuck first the Sister whose offering gives you the most pleasure, Virile Master." opined a raven haired SheMorph with rainbow body glitter as she adjusted a sushi roll on her navel, all the pseudo-women adopting a crab-walk posture, bearing themselves for their stud's pleasure.

"RRRRNNNGGG... Fuck... All..." snarled the General, his epic manhood seemingly harder than before; whatever load he'd blasted into the bronzed beauty at the controls did nothing to diminish his bottomless libido.

The phony submission. The servile sex-doll attitude; just another weapon in their arsenal of attack.

The winner of this slobbery competition was a platinum blond with a pixie-cut, from her height - Xavier was able to guess that her time was near. The General's virile salvo into the depths of her willing cunt was enough, and the clip ended with the blonde's belly surging in an alien hyper-pregnancy, as the SheMorph began her Natalization cycle.

In the intervening years the sexy abominations would milk him for every last sperm cell possible; until the day his heart exploded from an escalating cascade of soul-destroying orgasms; each more addictive than the last. But he wouldn't mind; gone were the cares of a military career - nothing mattered but fucking them, cumming inside them, sucking their porn-star tits.

Then suddenly, a ray of hope entered the control room. A young, dark, African-descended corporal burst in with a pistol, shouting something that wasn't distinct enough for the recording to transmit clearly. The bald young soldier intent on his duty.

Yet shaky. Insistent on the protection of the secrets of this base. But the General barely grunted, writhing amidst his harem. The young soldier barked a command, waving the pistol - until a whisper intervened. From behind him sauntered a glittering feminine fantasy resembling a pornographic version of Scarlett Johanssen. She put a hand to his shoulder, and whispered in his ear from behind. The black soldier moaned, but shook his head in defiance. Gun drooping in shaky hands.

Until the Hollywood-worthy beauty sashayed in front of him, putting herself in the path of the potential bullet. Her voluptuous splendor swayed in a dick-hardening stripper dance, dainty hands gathering up her platinum-lemon hair in a sparkling cascade; diamond-dusted skin glittering. Her words were muffled in the recording, but still came across:

"You think I'm your enemy. What does your country do to its enemies? You conquer them. Occupy them. Pacify them. Me. Once you rule me with your dick, there's no problem."

The tension increased; the young soldier, neck clenching, arms drooping. "Make my body your occupied territory. Invade my womb and become my Master." She crooned. The soldier's hips shuddered with a pants-tenting tightness that - 

"RRRRRAAAAHHH!!!" The cry came through the recording clearly, as his camo-pants burst from within - black steel exploding in a virile rage - as the gun clattered unused to the floor. No doubt he'd already partaken - and would pay the price.

The Johanssen lookalike ran her hands over her ripe buttocks; soon joined by the soldier's own with a throaty roar. Seizing the glittery temptress - he slammed her against the nearest cement wall - raging his lust as he impaled her with a near-foot of raging meat. Earthy dark enwrapped by sparkling cream as he rutted with a fury beyond human reason. She bent her left leg around his straining ass as he pumped her.

But the next scream carried special import. Over the years, nearly every free man had occasion to hear this particular cry. Shuddering with impending orgasm; the Johanssen witch quivering her cherry-lips as she savored her ravishing, crooked smile from the knowledge of her victory to 'cum'.

The howl started low, rose, and then slowed down into a relieved moaning - Xavier knew it immediately as the cry of surrender when a man succumbs completely to the prospect of a SheMorph harem. Stunt with a gun was his last gasp of duty. His primal moan cut off as the Venus lip-locked for a tongue-grappling kiss.

Surrender.

Something about black men; they seemed much more vulnerable to the aliens. And the SheMorphs knew it.

Others, previously off-camera strutted towards the new prospect. Glittering goddesses lining up to worship his cock, flaunting their flawless boobs in salacious promise of the orgy to come.

All the plans, schemes, and protocols didn't matter. Every man on that base knew. But they couldn't stop themselves. The aliens were more erotic than erotic. More woman than women. Male aggression didn't stand a chance. All he would have to decide now was the right rhythm of thrustings between his tongue in her ruby-red mouth, and his cock in her drenching cunt.

With the crowd lining up for the black guy's cock, literally licking their lips at the bounty of sperm soon to be theirs, Xavier doubted the soldier could last a weekend before dickening to be just as big as the General. Just as lost to lust as the log between his legs fed the Invasion one mind-shattering orgasm at a time.

He disengaged from his tongue-wrestling match with the Johanssen demon to unleash another primal moan of sexual surrender - but his cry was met by an erect nipple, as the beauty monster filled his mouth with a tit; within the hour he'd be addicted to her breast milk.

Not the first; and certainly not the last.

And in a base like this, already covert - the delectable devils had seduced their way into the perfect nest to spawn legions of lusty beauties each capable of starting her own harem on the dick of the next dupe. 

Him.

Too late, Xavier realized his error.

Watching the Venus-strain orgy had aroused him. And for them, it was like blood in the water.

And he was the chum.

Ironic that another Venus was the first one he saw.

"You need my help!" shouted the latest SheMorph as she stepped into view from behind a hedge row.

Her lack of total nudity surprised him. Her figure was an eroticized combination of chiseled fitness and busty bounty. She tousled her autumn-leaf multicolored hair as violet eyes shimmered. She was dressed only in clinging leaves that tantalized at the nudity beneath. “I’m your only chance!"

"Wh-what? No, you won't trick me," Xavier rebutted. 

"There's no trick," She caressed her hips amidst a hypnotic swaying. "Your dick is harder than ever - you need my relief. My name is Eden. We shall become One Flesh." Her voice dropped to a gritty purr.

"N-no, I know what happens to the men that fuck you..." he shook his head, fighting his own rising pulse.” I won't listen to -"

But it was already too late.

Xavier felt a cooling breeze against his groin - followed by slippery wetness!

What the - 

Crawling at his crotch was another SheMorph!

Eden was a Decoy!

Seven years ago, a woman with these looks would be an evening news anchor babe, but the plump-lipped Asian Wonder spent her time lurking in the public park, living as an ambush predator.

Deftly, she'd unzipped his pants and gotten his dick in her mouth with an economy of motion he'd never believed possible. In the first microsecond, he understood why. 

She wasn't just sucking his dick; it felt like she was caressing his rod with three - no, four tongues?

A Charybdis.

They were combining their abilities, to snatch up the remaining men! Alone, Xavier would never have allowed some random supermodel off the street to get close enough to suck his cock, but with the Venus as a distraction... 

Alone, he could have resisted either of them; but Eden's surreal sex appeal had proven sufficient to mask the real threat!

"N-no.... won't let you..." He moved his hands to push the eager little Charybdis off him, but there was problem, his hands sank into the silken tenderness of her perky ass. God, she was hot. And... And... ohh... shit!!

Sirens and Charybdis shared a common ancestor; and while Sirens used sound waves to alter emotion; their cousins had a similar weapon... A humming vibration caressed Xavier's entire body from within. Harmonic waves pulsed in a full body massage too sublime for verbal description. His mouth gaped open at the pleasure.

"Never had a blowjob from her kind?" Eden speculated with a grin. "My friend's name is Blush, and she's special."

For her role, 'Blush' gave a coo of acknowledgement as she pistoned her mouth upon Xavier's unwillingly rigid rod.

"Her kind prefer to blow a man over straight sex; it's their greatest strength."

But Xavier... he was a man! He was stronger! He wouldn't let them capture him - make him a mindless sperm-fountain! He gripped Blush's ass - to push her away. Push... push... fuck.

His arms, knees felt weak. He should have been able to just throw the little slut off him yet somehow... he didn't. It felt... just too good. His traitorous limbs quivered under the bombardment of slippery ecstasy. Her blowjob - four tongues; harmonic vibrations that set every nerve a tingle - it felt too good! He knew the danger, but the rippling of her mouth, throat, lips and tongues brought such bliss, that he couldn’t bring himself to return to the cold reality of not having his dick in her mouth.

Now, he knew how Jacque felt. Once he'd dropped his guard around Luscious and her sisters, once they'd gotten his dick between their lips - it was a done deal.

"I don't like this running, this resistance..." Eden argued, circling the happy couple as she stroked her multi-colored hair. "That's why I need Blush and her breed. The essence we use, to make men larger - the Charybdis have a special form of it," She smiled brilliantly, tickled his chin with a delicate finger.

"Once you cum in her mouth - really cum, it won't just be the best blowjob ever; you'll find that your sex drive will be permanently doubled!"

Makes perfect sense.

He tried again, to pull away but... but that would mean this feeling would end!

"I've been able to read and study," Eden continued, her violet eyes dark. "I've read your myths. Greek myths. In these stories; there are daughters of the gods, called Nymphs. Ever young, ever beautiful. They live free and nude in the wilderness.

"In some stories, men chase them. Men hunt them, because their cocks are harrrrd."Eden panted, clutching her own ample breasts. "Men, virile enough - desperate enough to chase the nymphs, capture them - pin them to the grounnnnnd," The SheMorph became flush with lust, and already a wetness could be seen between her tight thighs.

"I deserve it; need it! Need a man that hungers for my nude, tender flesh - to chase me dowwwwn...." Hair shaded her eyes as she glared at Xavier. "Because he can. Because he lusts. Because nothing matters besides making me his quarry... 

"AND FUCKING HIS SEED INTO MEEEEE!"

Blush cooed; caressing Xavier's buttocks, as his mind tried to scramble for a way out of this predicament. As if sensing his intent, his own legs seemed to grow weaker. The pleasure of the alien blowjob was so sublime, his body didn't want it to end! Nor did she - Blush's pupils widened; and he felt her body shudder - the expression on her face made it clear that the attraction was definitely mutual; to her - his dick might as well be crack-cocaine rock-candy. Was it possible? A sexual entity that lived only to suck men's dicks until they exploded within her swirling mouth? It wouldn't be long now; he didn't have the will-power to break free on his own; that was the power of these monsters.

Monsters. They didn't have to have claws or fangs. Beauty could be horrible. Beauty monsters that would devour mankind with delights. Biting his tongue in the hopes that the pain would bring clarity, Xavier realized that this was his moment on the knife's edge - if he surrendered; allowed himself to ejaculate inside the ruby-luscious lips of the sex-demon slurping on his manhood... he would never wear pants again.

"Wait... y-you're raping me... to convince me to r-rape you?"

"I don't understand that word," Eden complained, kneading her own ample breasts. "How is it possible to feel a man's virile muscles atop you - to savor his raging rod as it penetrates your aching cunt - to relish his white-hot seed as it fertilizes your womb - and not cherish the experience as the gift of life itself?" 

Monsters.

"We don't want anyone to be hurt; silly man. We just want to mate with you. That's all we want."

And that's all he would ever do - ever again; if he relented! The rising orgasm would be his doom - if he was lucky, he'd come to his senses two weeks later, with a baseball bat for a cock, fountaining sperm in whatever seraglio this gang had cooked up for their latest stud.

"It's more my plan than Blush's. She'll do anything, go anywhere simply for the chance to suck a man's cock."

"Mm-hmm..." The Asian girl confirmed with a nod, even as she rammed Xavier's rod against her epiglottis. 

And it felt too good to stop her.

"N-no... won't let you... won't let you..."

" - HAVE HIM!" Screeched a new voice from behind. Xavier felt a strong pair of arms from behind; pulling - yanking!

POP!

He was free! Free with a lurid pop from the captivating mouth of soul-sucking Charybdis.

And he was wrapped in arms that were lean, feminine, and... Oily?

Oily.

With a nutty, cocoa, salty scent that... 

Shit!

Out of the frying pan and into the fire; it was that Bacchanal - the one that had spoiled Vixen's grab! She was doing it again!

"I won't hurt him; I just need to mate with him. So close," The blond glamazon hissed hotly in his ear. "I need his seed; need to procreate with him!"

"Urrhh.... wait your turn!" Xavier grunted as he struggled; trying not to breathe. For the younger ones, sex was survival. But this one, close to the culmination of her cycle - was driven by pure rut.

Blush and Eden howled their outrage; and Xavier bolted - dick in hand as he tried to get the musky scent of the glistening slickness out of his mind. He had no interest in whatever reversal had gotten this newcomer kicked out of her harem.

"It'll be better with this man! So healthy! I know his heart won't give out like my old Master!" The slippery blond SheMorph moaned as she reached for him. He'd dodged a bullet this time; while they were getting smarter - coordinating their efforts, the relentless competition for cock meant they could also get in each other's way.

But he must never forget the fate that awaited the mega-dicked studs trapped in a cycle of escalating temptation within the poisoned paradise of a SheMorph harem. Death by a thousand cums. And dozens, or hundreds more she devils jiggling out onto the street to find their next cock.

This is how the world ends; with an Orgasm.

He had to keep running; he knew they could sense his lust, but could they track his movements in real time? He took a winding, twisting turn through the hedges and footpaths, scarcely knowing where to go - just needing to put distance between his amorous pursuers. And yet, as his cock throbbed - Xavier wondered whether he'd truly escaped at all.

The Charybdis strain; they had to make the most of any chance to get a man's cock in their mouth, so the erotic venom all SheMorphs used was the strongest for them. Xavier knew the signs...

The redness, the throbbing, the non-stop erection... the tingling in his balls. He'd been dosed but good! But there was a method to the madness; as his dick reacted to the toxin by growing ever larger, ever hornier, his enlarging shaft would soon grow so long, and no human woman could hope to take him inside herself! Then, as his libido went thermonuclear, he would driven to the arms - and cunts, of the Invaders; for an orgy that would doom him to an eternity of soul-devouring lust from which his pants-rupturing rod would prevent any hope of escape; if he could stop thinking of sex long enough to even dream it!

He was able to navigate back to the street; whereupon he found the site of another 'kill'. The plates of the Toyota were from Nebraska; and a sandy blond farm boy had discovered a peril of the big city he'd scarcely dreamed of.

A chiseled red head was staring pointedly into his eyes, as he was pinned down to the hood of his car - from the stupefied rapture of his expression, it was clear they were Medusas; and Xavier - for a brief instant contemplated a futile rescue. But no; plowing into a whole hunting party would only ensure that two studs were brought back to the Seraglio tonight.

A chestnut-haired Stunner who belonged in a L’Oréal commercial was deep-throating his cock, while a black beauty queen was shoving his discarded pants down a sewer drain. He'd never need them again. The big harems took full advantage of their alien sex venom; if a girl wasn't fucking him, another was sucking him. As soon as he got hard, the next slut would impale her drenching cunt on his invigorated cock. With enough SheMorphs, growth would be optimized; ensuring the harem's prize could not go wandering. 

Did this kid have a clue how big his dick was about to get!? Most men were hopeless after a week of this treatment. 

With that L’Oréal cover girl slurping at his rod, Nebraska Boy was well on his way; after seeing a few of these feeding frenzies; you could recognize a particular quivering motion a man makes when he's out of his mind with SheMorph-induced sensual ecstasy. Xavier could only hope the kid didn't have family back home that needed him!

From the side facing away from Xavier, a Stunner with extra-long eyelashes was writhing in ecstasy; apparently Nebraska boy had already cum once, and Xavier knew the telltale signs of -

Another face! Another woman rose to meet the face of the eyelashed beauty in the throes of her alien replication. In moments they separated, rising on dainty feet.

Xavier gasped; despite himself he couldn't help being impressed. Amazingly, the SheMorphs must still be evolving. Like a pair of caramel-complexioned Italian porn stars, they rose to caress their naked breasts and staggered him with their raw appeal. He didn't think it was possible for SheMorphs to become any more gorgeous; but these beauty demons radiated erotic glamour in a way that you could not believe without seeing it. All the better to compete for cock in this new world.

"Holy... FUCK!!!"

With a jerk, he shuddered as his raging cock ruptured the tenuous confined of his zippered jeans. The button popped off like a projectile, and Xavier knew there was no hope of containing his rampant erection. He had to be... damn, over ten inches - maybe eleven by now. More vulnerable, more exposed. He would be forced to run through the streets with a steel-hard dick throbbing with the feverish need to penetrate a slickened female sex.

Like the soldier in the recording. Would he do much better against that Johanssen Venus on tape?

He tried to keep running; already knowing that the newly spawned Medusa would be hot on the trail of the lust they'd sensed from him. Shit - the way his body yearned for sex, it would be like floodlights at midnight to their erotic senses.

"Please... I'll fuck you!" entreated the new SheMorph, only one was chasing him, her sister content to go with the sure thing. "I'll serve you!" Her voice caressed his cock.

"Don't run; am I too ugly? Please, I can change for you - be what you what!" He could hear her footsteps; desperate for him. She was playing on his sympathies... but he dare not look again. Xavier could envision a day when every surviving SheMorph was so jaw-droppingly gorgeous that no man looking upon them could resist the need to fuck them - and once he did, the pleasure would surpass any achievement of natural human life.

The Perfect predator - the end of humanity. Move over, Black Plague.

"You need help," continued the new SheMorph, chasing him from behind. "Let me serve you, Master!"

She would do it, too. Xavier realized. He didn't have to run; these aliens would do - say - become anything to get at his dick. He could rule them with it.

There was a flash of anger, at society - the social norms that made it impossible for a man to just pass his seed into whatever fertile female he fancied. Maybe Passion was right. Unnatural, for men and women to mingle without siring his sperm into them.

He could be a king!

No! No, that was what they wanted! This wasn't him! He remembered; the Bacchanal that pulled him out of Blush's mouth - their pheromone oils could erode a man's restraint, until nothing mattered but her cunt. Blush had envenomed him with her libido-boosting blow job, and the mating musks of the blond amazon were bringing out his most ruthless, selfish instincts.

In the end, was there any hope? What if he escaped, got a ride home? It wouldn't end. He'd underestimated the SheMorphs himself; thinking he could just avoid them and be safe. The stakes were too high; lust is life. They would need more and more sperm, and would just keep at him until some strain or other caught him at a moment of weakness - and his dick was still getting bigger!

Which Strain would be the one to seduce him?

Would he get too close to a Bacchanal, driven to rut his freedom away while intoxicated by her glistening sex musk? Her slippery juices lubricating the slide down to an ejaculating hell?

Would he linger too long before the eyes of a Medusa, and spend the rest of his days looking at the chocolate-dipped nipples of his captivating captors?

In a moment of distraction, would an Ambrosia slip a nipple into his mouth, lactating him into a lusting stupor where ballooning boobs held him captive to their bosomy bounty?

Would he succumb to a Siren song; lulled into a libidinous torpor as dark-haired beauties mounted him in broad daylight like beasts in heat? Suck-fucking his ever-growing cock until their soul-enslaving symphony was all the music he would ever hear?

He might drop his guard enough for a Charybdis to get his dick in her mouth. Once within that swirling portal of cock-flicking damnation, could any man deny the need to cum his soul down her willing throat?

Or would he be like the General? Knowing the risks. Having the choice; yet finding himself choosing to corrupt himself between the legs of a Venus? Unable to deny a chance to embrace that supernal beauty? Would he find himself screaming in his own mind as he failed to stop himself from lavishing her sparkling body with his tongue? Would he be clear-headed as he spurted away his freedom inside her hungering cunt?

Seemed just a matter of time. Was there a way to turn the tables?

His musing had a cost; in his distraction the new Medusa had caught up to him, literally pouncing on him, wrapping herself around him from behind, cooing and kissing.

There was still a chance; he just had to not look her in the eyes, or face - shit; her glamour was almost supernatural! One look was all it would take...

"I'm sorry they lied to you;" She began in between kisses. "They told you we're some kind of alien enemy. We hurt no one. We just want to mate with you!" He'd heard that before! "My name is Cinnamon. Won't you taste me?" She growled, nibbling on his earlobe.

So easy. So easy to just give in. He could rule her. Control the little alien slut. He was smarter than the other men, he could get them to serve him. He could - 

Get out of the way!!!

A sleek red Lamborghini was barreling down on the pair at dangerous speeds; putting a lie to the gentle claims of the aliens, this was a deliberate threat! The fear was sufficient for adrenaline to take over, and he pushed Cinnamon off him, avoiding her captivating glance.

The sports car half-parked on the sidewalk, and the passenger door was opened. Sweet ride, but again there was no denying it - The driver was yet another SheMorph.

"I'm the lesser evil; you don't have a lot of options!" Insisted what was hands-down the most achingly gorgeous black woman he'd ever seen.

The streets were starting to resemble a Victoria's Secret pageant as his male lust became evident to the hungering alien invaders.

Car was a convertible; he could jump out if he had to, and the driver was alone. Not good odds; but better than his chances on the street. Struggling to shove his augmented cock down his ruptured pants; Xavier made a snap decision to hop in.




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