Show No Fear

You advance another step as Roxie cocks the gun. She repeats her warning, but you don't listen. There is a bang and a sudden rush of pain in your chest. Looking down, you see your silvery lifeblood flowing from the wound in your massive tit. Anger fills your features and you leap with catlike agility, closing the gap between you an Roxie in under a second. You pry the gun from her hand with ease and swing a clawed hand across Roxie's face. She reels back in agony as blood begins to flow freely from the gouges in her cheek.

"I told you to just go with it," you hiss, picking her up from the ground easily and slamming her hard against a tree.

Conscious thought is totally replaced by instinct as you tear open Roxie's blouse. Holding her against the tree with one powerful hand around her throat, you tear her shorts away with the other hand. Roxie stares down in utter fear as you remove your own shorts and a giant suction cupped tentacle emerges from your throbbing pussy. With a mind of its own, it guides itself between Roxie's legs and invades her pussy roughly.

You beging flooding her body with your flowing silvery lifeblood as you forcibly thrust in and out of her. She cries in pain as you push harder and harder. Soon, though, the effects of the xenoplasm begin to take hold and Roxie's response changes from wriggling to free herself, to slow thrusts to meet your own.

Satisfied that she will no longer fight you, you relax the grip on her thoat, but continue to fuck her with the fierceness of an animal.

"Do you see what you did to me?" you ask angrily with a nod toward the bullet wound on your tit. "Kiss it and make it better."

Your head falls back as Roxie's lips press against the wound. A wonderful feeling fills you as she sucks and sucks at the fluid which pours freely from the hole. Roxie's arms move around you and pull you in close as her **** laced soul is rocked with the onset of an orgasm. She tenses and screams as you pull out of her and let her fall to the ground like a limp sack of potatoes.

With the simple act of a conscious thought, the wound on your chest heals as you grab Roxie by the back of the neck and pull her to her feet.

"Come with me, slut," you hiss. "In a moment, all will be forgiven."