Chapter 2 Tristan
Everything hurts. Especially my leg. I can't see anything and it smells like burning metal. I tap my comm.
"Anna?" My voice is barely louder than a whisper, but it's the most volume I can muster.
There's no response. Shit. I get my pen light out of my vest pocket. The junker's been completely ripped apart by the impact. Oh. Oh fuck.
There's a part of the engine pit's railing impaling my thigh. Fuck. I can't move like this, and pulling it out could mean bleeding out. I tap the comm again.
"Anna? Anna, please come in."
Static. Fuck, dying on impact is a mercy, at least. Okay think. The engine room wasn't all that far from the med bay. Some of the stuff might've survived the crash. I did. Oh, there, that looks like half of a medical cot. Let's see if I can drag myself closer.
I do manage to find an intact first aid kit. It's got bandages, wound dressing, a stitching kit—not that I have the balls to stitch myself—and a few med injectors, which are just auto-injectors filled with a cocktail of antibiotics and other stuff to help speed up healing.
"I can do this, I can do this," I repeat to myself as I cut away my pant leg so that I can see the wound. Okay, come one. I wedge my foot under the half-cot and grab the piece of metal. Shit, that already makes it hurt more. Come on!
I pull as hard as I can as fast as I can.
I'm not going to convince myself to try again so I have to get it now.
The sharp pain shoots through my whole body.
But I get it. The edges of my vision are blurry.
I have to hurry. I grab the bandages and wrap my leg tightly, packing it with all the gauze in this kit.
"Good for me. I didn't pass out." I look around.
I should be able to make a crutch or something with the stuff here.
I can't stay on this torn up junker. At least it seems like the atmosphere on this planet isn't going to kill me.
At least not quickly, or it would have already.
I don't even know what planet this is. Hopefully one with a friendly civilization that doesn't look too closely at people's records.
I find some materials to make that crutch, and gather whatever other intact and portable medical supplies I can find. I hobble my way through the wreckage. I want to check the cockpit. Anna could be injured or unconscious and I can't just abandon her if that's the case.
"Anna?" I call through the wreckage. No response. This looks like it used to be the cockpit. I can see some of the control panels haphazardly laying about.
I find her. Her head is half smashed under a control panel, but it's definitely her. Her distinctive black and green curly hair is a dead giveaway. Fuck. I take a shuddering breath.
"Not now. Don't fall apart now. Have to keep moving." I turn and find my way out of the wreckage.
It's night on this planet right now, but it's not particularly dark.
Between the three moons and the asteroid field, there is a lot of silvery light being reflected down onto the surface.
The air is crisp, and is making my exposed leg uncomfortably cold.
It's not freezing though, so as long as I keep moving I should be fine. But which way?
To my left I think I see artificial light shining somewhere beyond a dark forest. I'm not keen and going through that much-too-dense forest, but it's probably my best bet. I hobble off in that direction.
???
I've been walking for hours, I think. My leg hurts so badly and I think I'm bleeding through the bandage. I slump against a tree. I'm so tired. I can't see those artificial lights. Haven't been able to since I entered the forest. I'm definitely lost.
I slide to the ground. I don't know why I thought I could make it anywhere.
I'm an engineer, not a survivalist. Fuck, I never should have agreed to that loan all those years ago…
I look up at the sky. I can barely see it through the thick canopy above me.
Maybe none of this is real. Maybe exhaustion got the better of me and I'm really asleep in the engine room.
Maybe everything's fine and I'll wake up soon.
There's a rustling nearby. Shit, I don't have the strength or energy to run, let alone fight. Hopefully it just moves on.
"Well, well, a human?" The deep, raspy voice fills the air around me. I guess my translator implant is still functional.
"Wh-who's there?" I ask. I don't even have the strength to stand.
"Humans are rare on this planet. The Treaty planets didn't like what we were doing to the females sent our way." Something cold and slimy brushes my leg. I flinch.
"I'm not female."
"It doesn't matter these days. Any human is valuable."
"What?" That cold, slimy thing coils up my bare leg. Between the cold and the fact that that leg hurts so badly, I flinch.
"I presume that crashed wreckage is what you crawled out of?
" A figure steps into view. He's huge, probably pushing eight feet tall, shirtless so I can see his bulging, defined muscles, with greyish-blue skin, four yellow eyes— two pairs stacked just above his cheekbones— and long white hair coiled around a pair of blue-grey horns.
The cold damp thing around my leg is a tentacle.
He's got four in that same blue-grey colour as his skin coming out of his back.
I've never seen this species of alien before.
"Y-yeah. W-what do you mean humans are valuable?" I don't like what it implies. Do they use humans as slaves? Food? Am I going to be cut up and sold off?
He closes the distance and crouches in front of me, his four eyes sweeping over my body. "I can fix your leg at my lab, but I'd like to make sure you're worth the effort and resources."
"What—" Before I can get the question out, he grabs my waist with hands twice the size of mine and sinks pointed teeth into my neck. I can't make a sound. My whole body gets too hot so fast. I find myself inadvertently gripping his forearms.
"From the change in your breathing, it sounds like you're already taking to the venom, but I should check thoroughly." He smiles maliciously, his pointed teeth and horns really making him look some creature from Hell.
Something warm and wet is leaking out of my ass. My skin feels too sensitive, and I'm getting dizzy. "W-what's happening to me?"
This alien's smile stretches wider across his face, his eyes glowing in the dark. "Incredible, you're already going into heat."
"What?" That's not possible. That's not a thing humans do.
The tentacle that had been loosely wrapped around my lower leg suddenly slithers up into what's left of that pant-leg, slipping into my briefs. The cold wetness against my balls and through my crack sends a sharp shiver through my whole body. My head is spinning. Fuck.
The alien's low voice rumbles with a laugh that's not too different from a growl. "That's a dangerous expression, human." He grabs both my hands in one of his and pins them above my head and against the tree behind me.
More of those cold tentacles worm their way into my clothes. Suckers on the underside of them latch onto my nipples and sensitive spots on my stomach. They're writhing and pulling and making it so hard to breathe. Fuck, is this really happening? Is it just some dying hallucination?
"Your body is reacting so well so quickly." His low, raspy voice fills my head and makes my whole body feel even more sensitive. I'm way too hot. "Oh? Are you reacting to my voice?"
"I… I don't know…" I choke out. Fuck. This better be some kind of hallucination or weird dream.
The tentacle that's gone up my cut pant leg that's already been making me shake with its writhing against my balls and through my crack, is now pressing more insistently against my leaking hole. Fuck, why the Hell is it leaking?
"I've never seen or heard of any human responding so well to the venom, or producing this much slick so quickly." His malicious smile widens even more. It looks like it's going to split his face in half.
"S-slick?"
"Mm, you merit more study. For the moment, just relax and enjoy it." His tentacle presses into my hole and I'm seeing stars.
"Fuck…" My body is just completely giving in to it.
Whatever's he's done to me, whatever venom he's talking about, has made my body way more sensitive and compliant than it's ever been.
I'm getting even hotter as that tentacle starts to wiggle and I think swell inside me.
A whimpering moan escapes my throat, and it's taking every once of willpower I have left to remember not to move my injured leg.
"I need a taste," he mutters, his voice somehow getting raspier.
He presses his mouth to mine. His lips are as cold and slimy as his tentacles.
It makes me shudder. His long tongue presses my mouth open, and I just don't have it in me to resist. It's thick and textured and longer than I expected.
It fills my mouth, tangling around my tongue and pressing into the back of my throat.
I never considered before that the inside of my mouth could be so sensitive, but the rough texture of his tongue against mine and my throat is filling my head with cotton.
His free hand tears through my clothing so fast, I almost don't notice it happening.
The air is nice and cold on my overheated skin, making my body shake even more.
The tentacle inside me presses in deeper.
It's making me so full, but I want more.
I try to grind against that tentacle, but the pain that shoots through my leg makes me stop.
He pulls his tongue out of my throat and a desperate whine follows him out.
I've never made a sound like that before.
He laughs, and there's something almost dangerous about it, like he's teetering on the edge of becoming violent.
His hand closes around my now-painfully-hard cock.
Just the coldness of his touch nearly sends me over the edge.
"You are testing my restraint, human. Tell me, do you want more? Do you want me to fill you properly?" His voice is barely more than a growl and it's weaving its way in to all of my muscles, and making my head spin.
"Yes," I breathe. I'm too dizzy from whatever is happening to resist. Everything he does feels too good. I don't even care what he's planning anymore.
Still keeping my hands pinned with one hand and continuing to roughly stroke my cock with the other, he uses a tentacle to pull open his pants and release two grotesque, oversized cocks.
They seem to stem from the same spot; the top one curves up slightly and has spiral ridges up the entire shaft and the head is barbed.
The lower one is corkscrew shaped with rounded bumps along its entirety.
Each is the size of my forearm, and that's with the corkscrew one still fully coiled.
If it uncoils, I don't want to think about how long it could be.
I can feel more heat building in my core as I look at them.
"You just got tighter around my tentacle, human. Are you that excited to feel them?" He slowly pulls his tentacle out of me. It's almost agonizingly slow. I feel so desperately empty once its out and my body is shaking beyond my control.
"Ah…" I groan at the pain as he shifts my hips up a bit, moving my injured leg. A tentacle immediately wraps around it and it goes numb. I don't know if it's the cold or what that helps, but at least I can't feel it for the moment.
I hold my breath as he shifts closer, pressing his lower, corkscrewed cock to my hole. He releases my cock from his hand to grip my hip instead. "Breathe, human, I can only risk using one of them."
I don't know what he means by that, and I don't care enough right now to figure it out.
I just need him to fuck me already. My body gives in to his oversized cock as it presses into me.
It's filling me way more than the tentacle did and going so deep.
I'm barely able to breathe anymore by the time he's got it fully inside me.
He moves his hand from my hip to wrap it around my cock and his ridged and barbed top one.
As he moves his hips, the ridges of the top one rub along the underside of my cock.
The heat tearing through my body is only getting more intense.
My head falls back against the tree behind me.
I don't know if the tentacles latched to my nipples and stomach are actually pulling harder or if I'm just getting more sensitive to it.
It almost hurts and for some reason I just want him to do it harder.
"Open your mouth," he growls. It's a low feral sound now.
My mouth drops open immediately. A cold tentacle presses into it, filling my mouth and throat.
I'm just barely managing to breathe around it.
It's twisting, the suckers gliding over my tongue and around my throat.
Instinctively I start sucking on it and working my tongue over it. It tastes kind of sweet.
"Oh, such a good little omega."
'Omega?' I don't have time to think much more about it. The cock inside me starts twisting or uncoiling or something inside me. The rounded bumps are rubbing roughly against my insides. My vision is blurring and the heat is getting unbearable. I'm barrelling towards the edge.
"You're getting tight on me again, are you about to climax?
" His voice is deep and rough. It hits me harder than it should and sends me finally over the edge.
I come hard, splattering my stomach. I also feel a rush of whatever fluid my ass has been making.
There's so much it's leaking out around his cock.
His grip tightens on my hands and hip, his tentacles tightening around my body, and he leans in hard.
A feral growl tears out of him just as the cock inside me swells and releases.
Oh fuck, there's so much of it, it's leaking out too.
I've never felt this full before. My vision's been getting blurrier, and now it's fading. Everything feels fuzzy…