Follow 'baby'

You're careful in following your target. You like watching it's behind in the dark blue covering. You know you need to get close enough to touch it to learn anything, but you feel immense caution in regard to the metal tube the figure carries. Periodically, the light that accompanies your former pursuer bounces around the tunnels. You feared the growing sense of hunger you feel might cause audible distortions, but thus far, you have contained yourself.

What do you even eat?

Though you are fairly close, this creature seems dangerous and isn't easily in your reach. Your target opens a side door revealing a small room beyond. As the bipedal creature steps in to aim the light it carries around, you move up to try something else.

Concentrating like you did at the tree; you feel the glands on your neck opening. You imagine your target less aware, suppressed, less able to harm you with the metal tube. As you silently drop down from the pipes and approach the doorway, you feel the release of a thin gas ahead of you into the room your target has opened.

There seems no immediate effect and you search for a place to hide, but you're standing almost in the doorway behind 'Mira'.

Just as you're about to make a leap up for the pipes, your former pursuer seems to stumble a bit and sits down on a box facing towards the opposite wall from the door. She leans the metal tube against the wall next to her.

Something has definitely changed. Carefully, you move forward, flooding more of your gas into the air before reaching your fist toward her arm. Something inside you tells you that you don't want to damage this one. You hope your spikes don't need to penetrate flesh to function. Her breathing is a bit heavy and her head slightly tilted to the side, but it seems to have worked. The tips of your knuckle spikes gently make contact with her arm.

Instantly, your mind is flooded with an incredible deluge of information. This is a human, it is a female of the species, her name is 'Mira Scott'. The man George is her mate. You are on a planet called 'Earth'; which seems vaguely familiar to you. From her mind, you learn more of the area; though more feelings and impressions than definitive maps. One thing that is very firm in her mind is these tunnels; she had worked in them for a great time, cleaning water of waste to make it safe for humans to drink.

Contact with her skin is having another affect on you; your penis grows hard in moments, it's head secreting a small amount of clear fluid, though you are preoccupied with learning more about this world, the humans, their guns, their cars; there has to be something that will help you. Your active mind switches to sifting through memories and knowledge; **** to find out what you are and what is happening.

Your other hand reaches out and starts to feel her back through what you now know is a shirt. You move your hand around, enjoying the warmth and softness of her flesh through the clothing. You are very careful not to cut her with your claws. Every sensation thrills you, including the uneven feel of her bra strap beneath the material. You want more; you feel the hunger in you sharpen once again, understanding that it's not a hunger for food. That's not why she smells so good to you. You push that aside, diving through her mind, learning about her home, the settlement she comes from, and how many of her kind live there.

As you focus, your hand entwines itself in Mira's blonde hair, relishing the feel and scent of it. You lean in to smell her neck. However subdued she was by your gas, this action seems to cross some line of intimacy. Her eyes suddenly flutter open and she screams into the hand you quickly covered her mouth with. She starts to struggle, but it is meaningless. You grip her head with both hand, gently but firmly. Her body writhes and jiggles, and your cock strains and hurts with the sight.

You continue to pump out gas, now concentrating on your arousal, overtaking every other concern. Her fight is becoming weaker, but she's still at it. You can see the pupils of her eyes have gone wide and unfocused. Every time you breathe in her scent, your mind floods with pleasure. You guide her firmly to the floor by her head. Unable to fight your urges, you let go of her skull, pinning her head to the floor with the one hand covering her mouth. With your free hand, you rip off her tight white shirt, revealing a smaller white garment beneath. This too is torn away, revealing her firm breasts, a handful to your large grey hand. Looking upon these fill you with a desire to do...more.

You squeeze and knead her breasts, lowering your head and licking them with your warm rough tongue. Her chest is quickly becoming covered in a clear sticky substance which your roaming hands slide through.

MORE

Your brain calls out for more of the sweet stimulation this encounter is producing. You *need* to see more of her, to touch more of her. Rapidly, her blue lower garment is torn away, and the small white piece of clothing beneath that as well. There, a slit of flesh where her legs join! Your brain is working overtime now; you need to enter her, just thinking about it fills you with excitement!

Her pale flesh glistens in the dim light and draws your energy into everything you do. Your hand on her mouth continues to pin her head firmly to the floor. Your hand on her chest now pulls as well as squeezes. The response of her breasts to your touch is almost hypnotic and you have to struggle to not lose complete control over yourself.

Some of her hair is draped over the knuckles of your hand. You understand that one of the smells that come from this perfect creature is called shampoo. You see flickers of a memory, this morning, her husband George washing her hair after they had sex in the shower. You promise yourself that if he got her pregnant before you, you will hunt and kill him. This woman is yours now.

The head of your massive organ slides up and down the slit of flesh, it's smell driving you insane. You can feel her body becoming ready for mating. Part of your mind focuses on this, focuses on producing this state, remembering what it is like. You have a feeling being able to mix this with your gas ability will come in...handy.

As her fleshfolds become moist, your organ instinctively pushes in, finding the passage tight, but flexible. Mira jerks back her head, some part of her primitive mind arches her back, ready to proceed with more. She bends and spread her legs, feet flat to the floor. Needing no further invitation, your cock pushes in deeper, eventually finding a barrier it cannot easily pass; the entrance to her womb. Drawing back out, you thrust in again; this time grasping her shoulder for leverage. Mira makes gasping sounds as you thrust in and out of her; a growing sense of excitement building in you much farther than her breasts alone triggered.

Every thrust brings gasps and moans from Mira into the palm of your hand, but you don't let up. You feel the need clearly now. More than anything, you want to fill her with your seed. Even your desire to probe her mind and learn more about where you are is secondary to this moment.

Mira is now bucking with you, her body willing you as deep as possible towards the inevitable outcome. It's something she instinctively wants; that YOU instinctively want. Harder and faster you thrust; your secretions mixing with hers. The fight has disappeared, her mind lays open to you.