A Moment Too Late

Samora glanced around desperately for her pistol—she had to do something before the Rapi got to Nerra, but in her weakened state it would be incredibly hard to move fast enough. Still, she had to try. It took every bit of willpower the hardened captain had, but Samora managed to reach the gun, bringing it up to point at the Rapi.

Meanwhile, the Rapi had closed nearly all the distance between it and Nerra, eventually forcing her to take cover behind the vehicle in order to avoid its volleys of cum. Nerra loved her rifle. She’d had it for a long time, and it had never failed her—if it had, she wouldn’t be here today. It shot straighter than any other gun she’d held and seemed to pack more of a punch than most other guns as well.

As the Rapi closed in on her, Nerra desperately struggled to reload her sniper rifle and bring it to bear against her attacker. Before she knew it, the Rapi was on her, grappling with her and struggling to tear the sniper rifle out of her hand. While Nerra was fully focused on recovering the rifle, the Rapi’s tentacles rose up and took aim at the sniper.

Seeing her squad member’s peril, Samora took her shot. Another bang rang out, only for Samora to feel the gun fly out of her hand, the shot going wide. She thought she had recovered, but it seemed she wasn’t quite ready to make the shot “God damnit!” she yelled. “Nerra, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She muttered under her breath.

Nerra finally wrench her still-unloaded rifle form the Rapi’s hand just in time for it to spray her down with cum. Nerra recoiled as spurt after spurt of Rapi cum drenched through her top, immediately beginning to melt it away. Soon she felt it on her bare skin as well. Nerra could almost immediately feel it seeping into her skin, sending its unique sexual rush through her body. Lust beginning to overcome her body, Nerra fell to her knees.