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Chapter 43 by orcha

The end of the crew of the USG Seikatsu

All together again...

Marie let out a moan dripping with needy lust, and sped up the rolling of her wide hips. She arched her back lightly pushing out her bountiful breasts, still partially covered by the remains of her torn RIG. Below her, Nicholas lay on his back on the bare metal deck, his body limp and twitching inside his own damaged RIG, his arms pinned to his sides by Marie's knees. The man's face was frozen in a mask of stupefied bliss, eyes screwed shut and his mouth gaping open, gurgling gasps coming from within. Marie keened again, and spread her knees a little wider, settling her drooling cunt deeper on the man's sizeable cock. The pilot's catatonic state had not prevented from giving her two loads already, and Marie was hungry for a third. Her efforts were soon rewarded, and she cooed in pleasure when she felt the pilot's seed shoot into her infected body again. The man's orgasm passed with hardly a sigh from him, but this time Marie could feel the tell-tale shuddering and twitching she had been waiting for. It wouldn't be long now. She rolled her head back, and moaned in anticipation.

An answering moan came from her left, and Marie looked over. Captain Samson was sprawled out against a jumble of crates, the man half-sitting, with his legs stretched out in front of him, his arms laying limply by his hips. Irina bounced in the Captain's lap, her petite, taught body writhing against the older man's gut. The former medic was naked, her handful-sized breasts shaking high on her chest. Marie's fevered mind felt a fresh spike of lust at the sight of the other woman's lithe shape. Irina's blonde hair bobbed around her head with each descent of her hips as she worked feverishly to drive the Captain's cock inside herself. Samson's head was tilted too far back, and Marie could not see the man's face, but she didn't doubt he wore an expression similar to her own fuck-mate.

Irina and her had found Nicholas out in the hallway on the other side of the bridge, his RIG torn in several places, the helmet's visor cracked and broken. Several bodies of the swarm lay sprawled on the deck around, the bulkheads splattered with their ichor. The pilot was leaning over, trying to catch his breath. He barely had time to realize that something was out of place before Irina grabbed his arms.

If anything, the Captain had been easier to bring into the swarm, the injuries he sustained distracting and slowing the man. Marie and Irina's new instincts let them know just what to do. Marie remembered the satisfaction she felt as she watched the man's cock rise and slip inside her fellow brood slut, while he choked on the slime leaking from Marie's thick nipples. Marie smiled at the recollection, but it was already fading away, replaced, like everything else, by the need to serve her new purpose.

A loud gurgling sound drew her attention back to the rutting pair on her left. She saw Samson's big body convulse and twist unnaturally, his neck pitching even further back. Irina giggled and sped up her hips. With a sick tearing sound, the Captain's form warped and shifted underneath her, the alien disease corrupting the flesh for its own needs. Irina gave out a pleased, breathy gasp, and her rhythmic moans gained a new tone of desperation. The new Samson-thing wrenched its deformed still-shifting face back down to look at the infected slut fucking herself on its cock. With a gurgle, it reached out and wrapped one of its new misshapen appendages, still dragging the remains of its destroyed RIG, around Irina's slim waist. Its inhumanly long purple tongue, covered with yellow pustules slid out from a fanged maw. Irina giggled again, and wrapped her lips around the tendril, eyes rolling back rapturously.

Marie felt a fresh round of convulsions from the human between her own thighs. It was time. She looked down to see the male staring back at her, dulled, empty eyes already heavily tinged with yellow. She felt the cock inside her snatch shudder and shift, each new roll of her hips driving the lengthening tool deeper into her, closer to her womb. Marie smiled down at the human, and brought her arms together underneath her heavy tits, displaying them for her fuck-mate. With a gurgle, one of the male's hands lurched up and grabbed at Marie's chest. She cooed in pleasure as she felt the lengthening claws on its three fingers scratch against her soft skin, and squeezed her leaking snatch around the thing's cock, surrendering herself to the fuck lust.

An hour later, Marie lay on top of Irina's petite form, her eager mouth nuzzling between the infected woman's thighs as the Nicholas-thing thrust its slime-covered cock into Irina's snatch. Marie's tongue, too thick and long for a human mouth now, slavered over the other woman's pussy and the thing's cock, greedily lapping up the slime there. A short while ago, Irina's tongue was working at Marie's own drenched slit from below, but the woman's latest orgasm had deprived her of all coordination, and the infected medic lay limply below her swarm mates, yellow eyes glazed over with mindless lust. Marie was not concerned or resentful - to serve her fellow brood slut was a reward in itself. Besides, she had plenty to occupy herself. From behind, the Samson-thing drove its thick member into her ass with long, methodical thrusts, its clawed hands gripping Marie's ass firmly. She did not know if it had chosen that hole for a purpose or by accident, but she was happy to provide and experience a new source of pleasure.

In front of her face, the Nicholas-thing pulled back, freeing its tool from Irina's well-fucked snatch, followed by a rush of yellow seed. With a snort, it pressed its cock head to Marie's lips, and she opened her mouth, gratefully allowing the thing to use her throat. Below her, she felt Irina's body shudder, and a moment later the slut's long tongue was working its way back into Marie's filled snatch. Behind her, the Samson-thing's thrusts sped up, and Marie groaned and shuddered in overwhelming pleasure. Her yellowed eyes rolled back as she came again, a single thought emblazoned across her infected brain.

"WE ARE WHOLE."

BAD END (Everyone was infected!)

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