Ivy winds up on an alien planet and gets forcefully impregnated by a very eager alien just as soon as she leaves the ship to investigate a crash landing… get a sneak peek at all the steamy tentacle action with this excerpt from Impregnated On An Alien Planet!
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…The climate seemed akin to that of an Earth jungle—humid, leafy, with plenty of cracks and crevices through which any number of creatures could be hiding. Every step she took away from a ship was a step away from certainty.
Something rustled in the wide-leaved bush behind her; glancing back as she took another step proved to be a mistake. Her foot fell through something, with a tendril of some sort wrapping around it and pulling her down. By the time she opened her mouth to scream, she was underground, the only source of light the hole that had been created by her arrival.
Three new tendrils came to hold her arms and other leg, keeping her spread eagle as a fifth and sixth tendril ran down her suit.
“What the fuck,” Ivy gasped, struggling to adjust to the sudden darkness. The faintest outline of bubbly, heaving walls could be made, and the tendrils gently assaulting her were a puckered red.
The groping tendrils stroked up and down the length of her body several times before settling on her breasts, coiling round them and pressing the tips against her hardening nipples.
“Don’t you—what the hell? Let me go, let me—“ something thick and hard entered Ivy’s mouth as she shouted, sending her into panic mode. Similar to the tendrils, it seemed to work as a single, long entity, but it was fatter and had a blunt tip that kept pounding against the back of her throat, ignoring her guttural pleas for mercy.
While the thick tendril fucked her throat, the thinner ones ran up to the collar of her suit, poking until they managed to slip under the tight fabric and pull until it ripped apart. Though the suits were designed to withstand all manners of assault from the outside, the engineers hadn’t considered an inside attack, probably because the women were expected to keep their helmets on as much as possible.
That was what echoed through Ivy’s head every time the tendril inched deeper into her esophagus on its downward thrust: if she’d only kept her helmet on, the creature probably would’ve grown frustrated and thrown her back up to the surface.
A frustrated groan escaped her mouth, muffled by the alien cock as the small tendrils wrapped around her bare breasts and suctioned onto her nipples, tugging at them as if in need of milk.
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