Seeding Her Womb: Book 1 (Alien Tentacle Erotica)

  Seeding Her Womb 1

  An Erotic Short Story

  By

  Chelsea Chaynes

  SMASHWORDS EDITION

  Copyright 2014 by Chelsea Chaynes

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  Chapter List

  An Unmet Desire

  A Close Encounter (Of The Tentacled Kind)

  Examination Time

  Transportation To The Chamber

  Intergalactic Alien Gangbang

  A Queen Has Arisen

  A Re-Awakened State

  Implantation: Successful

  An Unmet Desire

  Ava’s eyes opened to a purple sky filled with orange clouds. She tried to move, but it all happened slowly. It took so much energy to move a single inch. As she looked around her she realized she was in a lake, floating on the water without any effort whatsoever. It felt foreign, but at the same time natural. As if she was familiar with this place. As if this was home, something of her own creation; something that lived inside her primal soul that beckoned to be acknowledged.

  “Where am I?” Ava said aloud, “I know this place, it’s so familiar. I just can’t put my finger on it.” She floated, continuing to be confused. She heard some kind of animal in the water, but she wasn’t scared. It’s just a fish. But that “fish” got louder. Okay… Maybe it’s not a fish. She felt it slither by her leg, quickly, expertly. She began to fear this creature, cylindrical in nature, its variable girth and muscular strength perceived with one brush against her skin.

  She tried to move, but couldn’t, and strangely stopped caring, her mind so focused on this slithering beast she had no time. It made another pass, this time, as it came toward her it circled around her leg, quickly constricting as it made its way to her upper thigh. She could feel her pulse in her leg radiating against the creature like some blood pressure cuff. Thump, thump, thump, her heart pounded, each beat perfectly perceptible. She could see it now as it slithered its way up her leg and over her pubic mound, it was one singular arm of an octopus, a giant octopus, its little suckers snapping against her skin as it made its way around her body.

  It got closer, soon it was sliding its tapered tip up and down her pussy lips, she could feel her insides melting. Why am I not afraid? Was it going…inside? The tentacle hardened and thickened as she began to moan, anticipating its full, unforgiving length entering inside her hole as she laid motionless, staring at the purple sky.

  “Ava! Wake up!” Max shook her awake.

  “Max, I just had the strangest dream!” she said, “I was floating in this lake with this sky…” She abruptly stopped her sentence, thinking about the tight tentacle; thinking about the sensation it left in her groin, but she couldn’t mention it, not given what they were going through. And just like all dreams, by later that evening, she could hardly remember it.

  Ava Douglas was tired. Tired of not getting knocked up! Her beautiful blue eyes had often been filled with tears at every unsuccessful attempt at conception. Every time her red tide came she would crawl under the covers and cry. Max would console her, but he knew it wasn’t enough. She just wanted to have a family like everyone else. It was disturbing, it was as if some force was disallowing her delicate eggs to travel the length of her tubes and meet with her husband’s seed. They argued about it frequently, casting blame. Their marriage had become rocky with this giant elephant in the room.

  Motherhood had seemed to come so easy for her friends. Some had two kids, some three. She was instead left with a desolate, useless womb and a deep yearning for a child. Her childhood fantasy was to raise three children. It was never going to happen at this rate. At this rate she would find herself old and wrinkled, her eggs all gone, one by one descending into oblivion.

  They had gone to the doctor some time ago to determine what was wrong, but nothing stood out as a culprit. He called it bad luck. But Ava knew better. It wasn’t her eggs; it was his useless, immotile sperm. She was convinced that all the pot and cigarette smoking had caused his virility to decline, and it had left a gaping void in their marriage.

  Max had different suspicions. He accused her of concentrating so hard on her career and enduring so much stress that it impacted her ability to conceive. Openly stating to her many times, “I don’t even know why you want a child, you won’t have any time for it.” Deep down she agreed that it was a possibility, but she would never admit it. She loved her career too much. At 35, all she had was it and Max. Both of them knew time was running out.

  Max had come in from the garage where he had just smoked a cigarette. His shirt was off and his chest was ripped. Sweat glistened in the light of the kitchen as she stared seductively at his abs. His sperm may be dumb, but his body was out of control. She could feel her juices beginning to percolate. Her panties were warm. She wanted his throbbing cock deep inside her.

  Ava approached Max seductively, hoping to once again have her pussy pounded like a freight train and gobble up every last drop of semen he could produce, just for the off chance that it might be, “the one.”

  Ava came up beside him, getting close, “Hey babe, those pecs are looking good! Were you working our right now?”

  “Yea, I’m glad you like 'em. I don’t hit the gym for nothing.”

  She placed her hand on his chest, feeling his pecs and abs. She ran her hand down to his belt buckle watching a large bulge grow in his jeans as he became increasingly more aroused. She yanked it up, getting ready to undo it. Out of nowhere he stopped her.

  “No babe, not right now… I’m not in the mood.” His face looked to the ground as he spoke.

  Ava was quiet. It seemed these days he was never in the mood. She didn’t know why. Her breasts were still tight and her ass still filled out a pair of Levis like no other. Any other man would be ravishing her insides by now, but not Max. Just my luck!

  “It seems you’re never in the mood these days. What’s a matter? You don’t like this ass?”

  Attempting to seduce him once again, Ava bent over and pulled her jeans down exposing her panties. She then moved her panties aside, displaying a clean shaven asshole and vagina.

  Ava tried talking dirty, she knew it got him off, “Do you like what you see, baby? Do you want to taste my juices? You must be hungry after that workout.”

  Max responded, his tone increasing, “Ava, I’m sorry. I’m just not in the mood! Just leave me alone about it!”

  “What’s a matter babe? You don’t like pussy? Would you rather I have a raging hard cock you can suck?”

  “You are out of line, Ava.”

  “Are you getting offended? Did I hit on a soft spot?”

  “Enough Ava, today is not a good day. Tomorrow I will bang you silly, I promise.”

  “Ok then, Max. Next time.”

  Ava abruptly pulled up her pants; she was angry but let it slide. She understood that he was under a lot of stress with work and the inability to conceive. Hell, he probably didn’t want to have sex for fear of failing, yet again. Ava didn’t like it, but she didn’t have to. She just had to understand it, and she did.

  Regardless of Max’s feelings toward sex, it didn’t change the fact that her pussy was as wet as can be, but she knew she couldn’t change his mind. She went into her room and shut the door. She crawled under the covers debating whether or not to bring out her dildo and slick it across her quicky hardening clitoris, but decided against it. Instead she drifted off to sleep with a pool of tears in her eyes, and a pool of quickly evaporating juice seeping from her hot hole.

  A Close Encounter Of The Tentacle Kind

  It was midnight when she was abruptly awoken. A flashing green light could be seen from her window. She thought it was a cop but could not be sure. Cops don’t have green lights! There were no sirens. She looked over at Max, he was dead asleep, she almost felt like she was hallucinating. Fear started to pulse through every nerve of her body.

  Something felt off; something felt out of place. A weary dream like whisp of fantasy and imagination captured her. Am I lucid dreaming? She tried to get up and realized that some unknown force was holding her still; she couldn’t even close her eyes. It was as if she was paralyzed. Fearful for her life she screamed. It seemed to have come out in slow motion, if at all.

  “MAAAAXXXXXX!!!”

  Not a sound could be heard, it was as if her vocal cords had been severed. In fact she couldn’t move her mouth if she wanted to. She realized there was nothing she could do; she was helpless in the paralyzing light which now saturated there room. The light became brighter and there was a distinct electrical buzzing sound that emanated in all directions. Her windows began to shake as if a sonic boom had rippled through the air, pictures fell off the walls and her white popcorn ceiling began to shed particulate and rain down upon her. She didn’t hear Max, she knew he was a heavy sleeper, but to sleep through this he must have been comatose!

  Before she could realize what was going on a bright light blinded her eyes and she began to feel herself floating above the bed, she was still immobilized as she attempted to fight the power of the light. But it was pointless. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t move.

  She saw the ceiling turn a translucent opal shade as if it had developed some kind of transpar
ency and was reflecting the light she was encapsulated in. The light pulled her up toward the ceiling, a slow but steadily increasing pace. She wanted to grimace with apprehension as she approached the ceiling, but as she breached the point at which she would have made contact with it, her body simply passed right through without any resistance whatsoever. Surely this must be a dream, just like before.

  She was frightened as she felt a growing gap between her and her bed as she continued to follow the light up and over her neighborhood. Then she saw it. Out of nowhere a huge metal ship materialized before her. She had passed through its cloak and into its safe zone. It was shades of green, blue and grey with lights on its sides that wrapped around its entire oval circumference. It looked menacing and dark; almost sad. As she approached the ship there was a circular orb that was affixed to the bottom. It was made of pure, soft, white light. She feared she was going to be incinerated as it become warmer the closer she got. Eventually though she was bathed in this light. To her surprise it was comforting, she almost felt peaceful. Her fear had vanished as she sought to explore this experience, rather than giving into the fear.

  As the brightness of the light faded she realized that she could now move and that there was some kind of support beneath her rather than empty space. Her arms and legs were free. As she moved them she felt some resistance and saw that she was enclosed in a thick jelly like substance in a small pool built for at most two average human beings. I must have passed through the orb and into this pool of thick viscosity jelly. She looked up and over the edge of the pool to see the insides of a vast and marvelous space ship.

  It was made of a dark metal that also had the characteristics of rock, as if it was some new alloy that she had never seen. She was in was the most high tech room she had ever laid eyes upon. The ceiling was full of what looked like animated displays of star maps and navigational symbols. All of the characters and text on the displays were in a deep blue hue and of alien origin. They looked more like Egyptian hieroglyphics than anything else. There were monitors on either side of her which displayed wavelengths of biometric data which reacted instantly to any move of her body. Somehow the jelly was interacting with her physiology.

  Ava was surprised at the level of calm she felt. Instead of being frightened she was in awe. She felt like she did when she had her gallbladder removed, that same opiate high but without the numbness. She ran her hand over her body to realize that she was nude, her nipples erect. She wanted to be afraid, she just couldn’t be, fear became impossible. Was the pool not only able to read my signals but also deliver mind altering substances?

  Her eyes drew attention to a circular dimple in the ceiling. There was an electrical sound mixed with the sound of metal deforming. The dimple opened up and before she could process the fear she saw a being drop down. Other beings could be seen above flying from left to right, streaks of light like contrails flowing behind them.

  She was mortified. No amount of anxyolitic jelly could prevent her adrenal glands from pumping adrenaline through her like a super soaker. Her heart pounded. The biometric markers spiked in violent wavelengths and started to hum as the beast flapped his wings as he made his way down from the ceiling toward Ava.

  She could feel the wind of his wings reverberating through the jelly and sending shockwaves through her body. He was clearly powerful. She could hear cries and screams from the other beasts as they zig-zagged across the chamber above her. Throaty sounds echoed off the curved walls of the ship, they almost sounded like Morse code, and she could not tell from what direction they came from.

  As the beast came closer she realized that he was dark green. His skin was slimy, his two wings on his back looked like something she remembered from her elementary school book on dinosaurs, pterodactyls to be exact. They were almost rubbery. He had two humanoid legs with webbed feet, four separate tentacle arms and one other tentacle emanating from where his cock should be. Each time he moved his wings the tentacles would squirm. His face was just barely humanoid with a pointed chin following up to a square shaped forehead. His reptilian eyes and forked tongue looked menacing. What was this beast and where did he come from?

  He took one of his tentacles and placed it inside the pool. Ava instantly felt her body arching backward, exposing her breasts as her nipples hardened. Somehow the gel was able to communicate with her body and pass electrical signals back and forth in a form of telekinetic control. He maneuvered her with ease.

  The beast began to breathe harder, faster, his forked tongue slipping in and out of his slimy lips. He looked directly at Ava as his eyes began to glow in a green fluorescence. He then let out a primal scream as he plunged his other free tentacles into the pool which lit up in a bright blue hue. Without any warning he dove into the pool and came up beside Ava who had now relaxed to a supine position, there was barely enough room for them both and she felt his warm, slippery body nuzzle next to her in the fluid. His face came upon hers and she could feel his breath as coldness to her skin. She wanted to cry but she was paralyzed in his presence.

  Examination Time

  Ava’s eyes could hear the monitors beeping as the beast came closer. He heart was pounding faster, reacting to his presence. The warmth of their bodies caused the temperature of the pool to rise; it was warm now, almost comfortable. Deep down she knew what was coming.

  The beast brought a tentacle to her skin and slowly caressed the area above her womb. She could feel the slimy, stiff consistency of the tentacle. It was strong yet flexible. Ava felt the tentacle slowly start to swirl around her body, wrapping her up tightly, it was getting harder to breath, but before it got too tight, the constriction paused. Her arms grabbed the slick tentacle as it started to increase its pull on her.

  As her body lay flat she felt another tentacle undulating her way towards her. This one moved toward her neck. It slid up her chest and over her engorged nipples which had started to become excited at this new, unexplored skin on skin contact. Somehow this experience was no longer frightening; it felt good being wrapped in his tentacles. She wasn’t sure if it was because of a drug being pumped into the pool, or that she actually felt physically aroused and a hidden desire had been unleashed from the deepest, darkest depths of her mind.

  This second tentacle then moved around her back and made its way to her anus. It began to pulse and constrict, changing its width as it sensed the tightness of her anal canal. She had always loved the feeling of being probed in her butthole; there was something so primal and taboo about it. She loved the feeling of a vibrating butt plug which always had increased her climaxes in the past. Max hated doing it for her, finding it unhygienic, but this beast seemed to know what she wanted, and she wanted that tentacle inside her deepest, darkest tunnel, and even more frightening, she couldn’t wait till he entered.