Brit re-emerges as a very changed woman

Sarah peeked around a bend in the corridor before turning to her sister.

“Coast is clear.” She told Pamela. “The airlock is right ahead. Unguarded, but sealed.”

She hated creeping like this. Every nerve screamed to charge forward, to smash through bulkheads and throw intruders out the nearest hatch. The gorgon part of her—the predator that never slept—howled, begging to be unleashed.

The vaporized gorgon essence didn’t help. Every breath reinforced the bestial instinct to fight and protect, making her disasterously randy too. It hung like mist in the air, distributed shipwide via the life support system. Adam had disabled the oxygen scrubbers, her clever boy.

Simply thinking of him made matters worse. Fight-or-flight had changed to fight-or-fuck some time ago. Sarah yearned for her son–her alpha mate like a junkie chasing their next fix.

The feel of his hard, muscular body holding her down, cramming her full of that glorious son-cock until she–

“Earth to Sarah,” Pam whispered, “Are we moving or not?”

Grimacing, Sarah banished the fantasy to refocus on their target. Her auburn-haired sibling still had Adam’s perfect seed running down her thighs, the lucky thing—another distraction she didn’t need during this mission.

She resisted the urge to knock her to the floor and lap it up… again.

Pamela hadn’t bothered to dress after the warning alarms sounded. Every inch of her gorgon-enhanced body was proudly on display. Long-limbed, smoothly muscled, bountifully stacked and racked under a layer of toughened yet flawless grey skin, she looked like a sexy female Heracules rather than the soft-spoken doctor she used to be.

Ready to kick ass, take names, and skip the bubblegum altogether.

Sarah had been working out when the attack came. Sparcely attired in small blue running shorts and a white tank top that was taxed to the limits, covering her enlarged chest, she slipped into the adjoining corridor with all the stealth of a hunting panther.

“We move. Keep your eyes peeled for trouble.”

Pam followed close behind, exhibiting equal acumen at stalking. They were a pair of huntresses. Amazonian sisters, shadowing their prey. A pair of lionesses ready to pounce.

Reaching the portal unchallenged, Sarah nodded, and Pam hit the hatch release. It opened with a quiet hiss, and they slunk inside, prepared for battle.

Brit staggered through the foggy ships, following the clamorous noise and growling sounds that could only be her mate.

Her mate…

That notion still confused Brit; the way her hormone-addled mind latched onto the idea of the brawny grey fucker being her partner was alien to the statuesque brunette. She didn’t believe in star-crossed lovers or fate. She wasn’t certain if she even believed in true love. Lust, though?

Brit had boatloads of experience with lust.

But she couldn’t shake the sense that she belonged with the burly beefcake who’d thoroughly trounced her in every definition of the word. They’d clashed like titans, trading blows and shedding blood. They’d fucked like feral beasts, swapping sweat, saliva, and sexual fluids.

Then he abandoned her with jelly legs, a battered snatch, and a strange feeling that everything had changed.

Most of it seemed to be physical. The heat of their fucking hadn’t diminished after he left. It spread through her body like a fever, strengthening muscles and healing injuries. The sun-starved pallor of her skin took on a slate-like hue, while bruises faded as if evaporating.

Her bones were steel—her sinews, adamantine. She was a beacon of vigor and vitality, bursting from tattered coveralls.

But Brit was also hornier than ever, despite their rampant rutting, with a head stuffed full of unfamiliar urges and warring emotions.

Find mate.

She didn’t have a mate… well, maybe Suki, but that square peg wouldn’t fit through the round hole freshly bored into her mind. No, Brit’s mate was decidedly male. A virile, dominant alpha who fought and fucked like a demon. An ashen demon who could slam her down and plant offspring in her fertile womb.

Protect nest.

What nest? Brit didn’t have a home. Never had. The corpo penal colony they’d escaped had been a hellhole. Their stolen asteroid driller barely rated as habitable. These courier ships, with their twisting corridors and whispering mist, certainly didn’t qualify. What was she supposed to protect?

Fight beside baby-daddy!

That much, she understood.

Brit’s muddled thoughts homed in on that singular instinct like a shark scenting blood in the water. She knew how to fight. Fighting was straightforward, honest. Life had never been kind. It had taught her that the only good things were the ones you took—and the only way to take them was to hit first and hardest.

A cry echoed through the bulkhead—a deep, bone-rattling roar that made the walls vibrate. Brit froze. Her instincts surged: threat—no, danger—no, something else entirely.

She reacted without thinking, boots hammering the deck. Vapor curled around her limbs, glowing faintly under the emergency lighting, clinging to her in ghostly veils.

The cargo bay doors were already open. Inside, chaos reigned. Crates and containers lay strewn about as though scattered by a giant hand. And in the center of it all, three figures wrestled.

Suki. A blonde, grey-skinned female. And Him.

They appeared to be engaged in an odd game of Twister, tangled together, essentially naked on the floor. Brit’s girlfriend sat on His face, yanking the powerfully built blonde’s hair, shoving her mewling mouth up and down His mighty manshaft.

“Yeah, take it. Suck that filthy dick, slut.” Suki sniggered, voice giddy with excitement. “You want to drink your brother’s special boost juice, yeah? Perhaps if you beg nicely, I’ll let you have my sloppy seconds.”

Suki’s appearance had drastically altered since Brit had last seen her.

The petite Asian assassin–once lithe of body and sleek as an eel–now boasted pornstar curves, a bodybuilder's musculature, and flesh the colour of graphite. Her schoolgirl ponytails cascaded in shiny onyx waterfalls, over strapping shoulders, and down her arching back as she shuddered in ecstasy.

Brit recognized that drunken expression. Her girlfriend–ex-girlfriend?–was getting off by tormenting others.

Her alpha mate grunted and growled into Suki’s soaked crotch, blindly swinging at the smaller woman as she deftly parried the clumsy blows.

Brit grinned, heart surging at the prospect of another brawl—one including both Him and her best friend–she leapt into action.

“Here I come, love!”

Stampeding across the intervening distance, she wound up her fist and sent it flying at Suki’s solid midsection. Not throwing her entire weight behind the attack (she wasn’t aiming to break ribs), Brit was still pleased when the smaller woman dropped a shoulder to intercept the blow.

“Idiot! What are you doing?!”

Brit couldn’t reply with any certainty. The bloodlust was upon her—the call to battle irresistible. Suki had changed too; surely she understood. Her altered physicality had to be screaming for combat, craving the thrill of the fight!

Knuckles crunched against flesh hard as stone, but Brit transitioned into an elbow strike to the jaw. Suki moved like quicksilver, ducking and kicking a heel into Brit’s diaphragm that stole her breath and momentum.

Fight beside baby-daddy!

“F-fighting beside baby… daddy.” Brit wheezed, stumbling back to raise her guard. “Just a b-bit of… slap and tickle, love.”

“Ruining my fun is more like it!” The ebony-haired assassin bared bloodstained teeth at her, shoving the blonde’s drooling face down His uber-dick. “I’ll get to you soon. Wait your turn, moron.”

Brit felt conflicted. She didn’t want to wait. She wanted to rumble… or screw. Or rumble and screw! Why wasn’t that an option?

It had been with Him. Clawing and biting and rutting like animals. Her cream-filled pussy squelched at the memory.

And Suki was doing the same thing, in her own way. Getting her jollies by violently subjugating her two opponents. Brit felt left out, and seeing her alpha in that position seemed somehow wrong.

Protect nest.

“I don’t think I will.” Brit’s resolve stiffened as she re-entered the fray in a flying tackle. “Release my mate!”

Arms spread like wings, she wrapped them around Suki, sending them both tumbling in a tangle of muscular limbs and plumped up contours.

“Have you lost your damn mind?” The shredded shortstack landed on top. “I had them right where I wanted!”

She shot a right cross into Brit’s chin, then two fast jabs. The bigger brunette saw stars but caught the third punch, rotating her wrist and applying pressure to the limb attached to it.

This was more like it! The pain. The back-and-forth of combat. The pure exhilaration!

“That girl presented no threat to you, love. Her goose was cooked.” Brit rolled them to the side, trying for an armlock. “So I cut in. Wanted to test out these new muscles. Aren’t they great?”

Suki, ever the wily foe, flowed like water. Reversing the move, she spun, unwinding her trapped arm, leaving them face to face.

Then she head-butted Brit in the nose.

The collision would’ve shattered bone and cartilage before, but now it simply stung like the blazes. Another constellation bloomed in her vision as a knee ricocheted off her washboard abs. Her warrior’s soul sang a rapturous hymn.

“Fool! The girl wasn’t the problem.” Suki straddled her waist. “I put that incestuous slut in her place. Looks like you need a reminder of yours.”

She grabbed Brit’s throat in one hand, the other snaking behind to slap her exposed snatch. It touched down with a loud, wet splat.

“Ahhh!” Hips bucking off the floor, she almost unseated her ex-girlfriend. A spike of excruciating ecstasy lanced her core. “Won’t… won’t be defeated so easily…”

“What is this?” Suki’s grip tightened around her neck as she examined the gummy goo glistening on her dainty digits. Anger tinged with arousal darkened her almond eyes. “You let him fuck you? You let a disgusting male sully what is mine?!”

“Saw you… riding… his face.” Brit gasped, struggling to breathe. “You’re… no different.”

“Oh, there’s a difference.” Suki sniffed and licked her lips as though scenting a delicious steak. Rare and meaty. Then she snarled, plunging her cum-coated fingers back into the beefy brunette’s soddened slit. “I do as I like. I get what I want. You don’t talk back. You don’t question me. You lie down and take it like a big, stupid whore!”

“YAAAAASSSS!!”

Brit howled, clenching and convulsing reflexively around the invasive extremities. They stirred her insides, smearing His precious baby-batter against her G-spot, driving it deeper.

“Bro, you have to get up!”

Adam shook his head, trying to regather his wits. Turning, he found Cindi crouched defensively between him and an unbelievable sight; two of the pirates fighting each other.

Well, fighting might be a misnomer. A combination of wrestling and foreplay seemed more fitting. The short, inky-haired hellion who’d exploited sexual gratification to weaken him sat astride the large brunette from earlier, simultaneously **** and finger-blasting her, while spitting insults.

“You like that, don't you? You like it when I punish you! Don’t speak, just nod.”

She’d clearly grown stronger from consuming his genetically spliced seed. Feminine muscles bulged under the ripped remains of her white bodysuit, flexing along her back, arms, shoulders, and neck as she pinned and tormented her target.

“Mmmph… Hyaaa~! Won’t fail… my mate.”

Her mate?

Adam took in the brunette’s greyish pallor and enhanced physique. Broader hips to bear their young. Bigger breasts to nourish them. Increased musculature to defend their brood. Just like the rest of his family, she bore the tell-tale signs of a gorgon mutation and lacked the unbred scent of their first aggressively carnal encounter.

They’d coupled. He’d claimed her. And now…

“Stop saying that! You don’t have a mate!”

No mate?

Rage stormed through Adam, clearing the fuzziness from his mind. His permasteel erection reared like a weapon of divine retribution, demanding vengeance in sticky splutters.

The impudent interloper had boarded their ships, assaulted Cindi, defied him, and she dared deliver further insult by attacking another of his females?

One of his pregnant baby mommas?!

“What should we do, bro?” Cindi asked as Adam clambered to his feet.

God, she looked gorgeous. Beaten but unbroken. Her plush lips glossed with cum and saliva. Ready to leap into action at his command. He would repay her unwavering loyalty later, with incestuous interest.

“Gonna finish this.” Adam grunted, balling ham-sized fists. “Make her pay.”

“Okay.” She nodded, not an ounce of doubt in her grim expression.

He didn’t roar or beat his chest. Moving with deadly determination, Adam approached the distracted pair on silent paws. Gorgons could prowl like jungle cats before bursting into brutal bouts of ****.

Staying low and creeping forward, he slowly closed the distance, waiting for an opening. The smaller raider was wholly focused on her companion. Subjugating his mate. One hand clamped around her neck, the other drilling her impregnated pussy.

Blind to all else.

“Admit it. I’m better than him. You love me best. You’re my submissive little fucktoy.”

“N-never… Ahhh~! Mate is best!”

Her rebellious declaration broke Adam’s clandestine composure. Gritting his teeth, he pounced.

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