| Never in his life had Dr. Lucan cin Nicander felt such lustful hunger.
He was going to come soon, and he knew that his orgasm would consume him. There was no way to stop it. By then, if his hands and legs were freed, he would still want to fuck the Vulcan on top of him. He was addicted to it now; this delicious friction of a woman's sheath. With every move of her body, he lost a little bit more of his mind. And soon - very soon - there would be nothing left, except for depraved, obscene urges.
He knew this, and yet he lay there and began to smile as Cir'Cie bounced enthusiastically up and down, moaning savagely as she brought herself toward her own sexual culmination. She squeezed her breasts for him, sending squirts of warm milk down upon Lucan's chest. He gazed up at her and wanted nothing more than to touch her, and he yanked at his restraints solely for that purpose.
Yet the first orgasmic, gagged, mewl belonged to Lieutenant Natalie Stark. She had raised her hips up in the air, bucking wildly against the purple vine that churned in and out of her frothy sex. Fluids oozed and dripped from her as the alien plant continued to spear its way deep into her, while dozens of smaller tendrils probed her every crevice. Lucan heard the Lieutenant moaning and whimpering in the throes of sexual bliss, no longer concerned about the fact that she was soon to be impregnated by the alien's seed. Already, Lucan knew he would take her next - her cries heightening his own experience.
Just then, something unexpected happened. Cir'Cie lit up like a warp core about to explode and was thrown off the Doctor like a disposed rag - sliding and rolling along the patch-work undergrowth. Lucan cried out in loss of her intimate contact - his face a mask of rage. The beast inside screeched for blood.
There had been a bright flash of light, and a squad of armed troopers in hazmat gear had suddenly appeared in the middle of the Garden. Bright blue beams lanced out at the naked crew members, toppling them into stunned unconsciousness. Concentrated shots were dealt towards the farthest dark corner of the cargo bay - where the twenty foot tall and mud-covered cluster of a root system trashed about in a death dance. Alien vines everywhere writhed to life in agony. The light from the kill-setting beams made the monstrosity seem even more grotesque in its final moments before it caught fire. It disintegrated and got torn apart in degrees by the energy weapons. The vines around the bay area snapped about like iron wires, sending bodies everywhere.
Within seconds, everyone in the room - including Lucan and Natalie - were stunned from insanity to oblivion. |