Seeding Her Womb: Book 1 (Alien Tentacle Erotica)

Chapter List

An
Unmet Desire

A Close Encounter (Of The Tentacled
Kind)

Examination Time

Transportation To The Chamber

Intergalactic Alien Gangbang

A
Queen Has Arisen

A Re-Awakened State

Implantation: Successful

An
Unmet Desire

Ava’s eyes opened to a purple sky filled with orange
clouds. She tried to move, but it all happened slowly. It took so
much energy to move a single inch. As she looked around her she
realized she was in a lake, floating on the water without any
effort whatsoever. It felt foreign, but at the same time natural.
As if she was familiar with this place. As if this was home,
something of her own creation; something that lived inside her
primal soul that beckoned to be acknowledged.

“Where am I?” Ava said aloud, “I know this place,
it’s so familiar. I just can’t put my finger on it.” She floated,
continuing to be confused. She heard some kind of animal in the
water, but she wasn’t scared.
It’s just a fish.
But that
“fish” got louder.
Okay… Maybe it’s not a fish.
She felt it
slither by her leg, quickly, expertly. She began to fear this
creature, cylindrical in nature, its variable girth and muscular
strength perceived with one brush against her skin.

She tried to move, but couldn’t, and strangely
stopped caring, her mind so focused on this slithering beast she
had no time. It made another pass, this time, as it came toward her
it circled around her leg, quickly constricting as it made its way
to her upper thigh. She could feel her pulse in her leg radiating
against the creature like some blood pressure cuff. Thump, thump,
thump, her heart pounded, each beat perfectly perceptible. She
could see it now as it slithered its way up her leg and over her
pubic mound, it was one singular arm of an octopus, a giant
octopus, its little suckers snapping against her skin as it made
its way around her body.

It got closer, soon it was sliding its tapered tip up
and down her pussy lips, she could feel her insides melting.
Why
am I not afraid? Was it going…inside?
The tentacle hardened and
thickened as she began to moan, anticipating its full, unforgiving
length entering inside her hole as she laid motionless, staring at
the purple sky.

“Ava! Wake up!” Max shook her awake.

“Max, I just had the strangest dream!” she said, “I
was floating in this lake with this sky…” She abruptly stopped her
sentence, thinking about the tight tentacle; thinking about the
sensation it left in her groin, but she couldn’t mention it, not
given what they were going through. And just like all dreams, by
later that evening, she could hardly remember it.

Ava Douglas was tired. Tired of not getting knocked
up! Her beautiful blue eyes had often been filled with tears at
every unsuccessful attempt at conception. Every time her red tide
came she would crawl under the covers and cry. Max would console
her, but he knew it wasn’t enough. She just wanted to have a family
like everyone else. It was disturbing, it was as if some force was
disallowing her delicate eggs to travel the length of her tubes and
meet with her husband’s seed. They argued about it frequently,
casting blame. Their marriage had become rocky with this giant
elephant in the room.

Motherhood had seemed to come so easy for her
friends. Some had two kids, some three. She was instead left with a
desolate, useless womb and a deep yearning for a child. Her
childhood fantasy was to raise three children. It was never going
to happen at this rate. At this rate she would find herself old and
wrinkled, her eggs all gone, one by one descending into
oblivion.

They had gone to the doctor some time ago to
determine what was wrong, but nothing stood out as a culprit. He
called it bad luck. But Ava knew better. It wasn’t her eggs; it was
his useless, immotile sperm. She was convinced that all the pot and
cigarette smoking had caused his virility to decline, and it had
left a gaping void in their marriage.

Max had different suspicions. He accused her of
concentrating so hard on her career and enduring so much stress
that it impacted her ability to conceive. Openly stating to her
many times, “I don’t even know why you want a child, you won’t have
any time for it.” Deep down she agreed that it was a possibility,
but she would never admit it. She loved her career too much. At 35,
all she had was it and Max. Both of them knew time was running
out.

Max had come in from the garage where he had just
smoked a cigarette. His shirt was off and his chest was ripped.
Sweat glistened in the light of the kitchen as she stared
seductively at his abs. His sperm may be dumb, but his body was out
of control. She could feel her juices beginning to percolate. Her
panties were warm. She wanted his throbbing cock deep inside
her.

Ava approached Max seductively, hoping to once again
have her pussy pounded like a freight train and gobble up every
last drop of semen he could produce, just for the off chance that
it might be, “the one.”

Ava came up beside him, getting close, “Hey babe,
those pecs are looking good! Were you working our right now?”

“Yea, I’m glad you like 'em. I don’t hit the gym for
nothing.”

She placed her hand on his chest, feeling his pecs
and abs. She ran her hand down to his belt buckle watching a large
bulge grow in his jeans as he became increasingly more aroused. She
yanked it up, getting ready to undo it. Out of nowhere he stopped
her.

“No babe, not right now… I’m not in the mood.” His
face looked to the ground as he spoke.

Ava was quiet. It seemed these days he was never in
the mood. She didn’t know why. Her breasts were still tight and her
ass still filled out a pair of Levis like no other. Any other man
would be ravishing her insides by now, but not Max.
Just my
luck!

“It seems you’re never in the mood these days. What’s
a matter? You don’t like this ass?”

Attempting to seduce him once again, Ava bent over
and pulled her jeans down exposing her panties. She then moved her
panties aside, displaying a clean shaven asshole and vagina.

Ava tried talking dirty, she knew it got him off, “Do
you like what you see, baby? Do you want to taste my juices? You
must be hungry after that workout.”

Max responded, his tone increasing, “Ava, I’m sorry.
I’m just not in the mood! Just leave me alone about it!”

“What’s a matter babe? You don’t like pussy? Would
you rather I have a raging hard cock you can suck?”

“You are out of line, Ava.”

“Are you getting offended? Did I hit on a soft
spot?”

“Enough Ava, today is not a good day. Tomorrow I will
bang you silly, I promise.”

“Ok then, Max. Next time.”

Ava abruptly pulled up her pants; she was angry but
let it slide. She understood that he was under a lot of stress with
work and the inability to conceive. Hell, he probably didn’t want
to have sex for fear of failing, yet again. Ava didn’t like it, but
she didn’t have to. She just had to understand it, and she did.

Regardless of Max’s feelings toward sex, it didn’t
change the fact that her pussy was as wet as can be, but she knew
she couldn’t change his mind. She went into her room and shut the
door. She crawled under the covers debating whether or not to bring
out her dildo and slick it across her quicky hardening clitoris,
but decided against it. Instead she drifted off to sleep with a
pool of tears in her eyes, and a pool of quickly evaporating juice
seeping from her hot hole.

A Close Encounter Of The Tentacle Kind

It was midnight when she was abruptly awoken. A
flashing green light could be seen from her window. She thought it
was a cop but could not be sure.
Cops don’t have green
lights!
There were no sirens. She looked over at Max, he was
dead asleep, she almost felt like she was hallucinating. Fear
started to pulse through every nerve of her body.

Something felt off; something felt out of place. A
weary dream like whisp of fantasy and imagination captured her.
Am I lucid dreaming?
She tried to get up and realized that
some unknown force was holding her still; she couldn’t even close
her eyes. It was as if she was paralyzed. Fearful for her life she
screamed. It seemed to have come out in slow motion, if at all.

“MAAAAXXXXXX!!!”

Not a sound could be heard, it was as if her vocal
cords had been severed. In fact she couldn’t move her mouth if she
wanted to. She realized there was nothing she could do; she was
helpless in the paralyzing light which now saturated there room.
The light became brighter and there was a distinct electrical
buzzing sound that emanated in all directions. Her windows began to
shake as if a sonic boom had rippled through the air, pictures fell
off the walls and her white popcorn ceiling began to shed
particulate and rain down upon her. She didn’t hear Max, she knew
he was a heavy sleeper, but to sleep through this he must have been
comatose!

Before she could realize what was going on a bright
light blinded her eyes and she began to feel herself floating above
the bed, she was still immobilized as she attempted to fight the
power of the light. But it was pointless. No matter how hard she
tried she couldn’t move.

She saw the ceiling turn a translucent opal shade as
if it had developed some kind of transparency and was reflecting
the light she was encapsulated in. The light pulled her up toward
the ceiling, a slow but steadily increasing pace. She wanted to
grimace with apprehension as she approached the ceiling, but as she
breached the point at which she would have made contact with it,
her body simply passed right through without any resistance
whatsoever.
Surely this must be a dream, just like
before.

She was frightened as she felt a growing gap between
her and her bed as she continued to follow the light up and over
her neighborhood. Then she saw it. Out of nowhere a huge metal ship
materialized before her. She had passed through its cloak and into
its safe zone. It was shades of green, blue and grey with lights on
its sides that wrapped around its entire oval circumference. It
looked menacing and dark; almost sad. As she approached the ship
there was a circular orb that was affixed to the bottom. It was
made of pure, soft, white light. She feared she was going to be
incinerated as it become warmer the closer she got. Eventually
though she was bathed in this light. To her surprise it was
comforting, she almost felt peaceful. Her fear had vanished as she
sought to explore this experience, rather than giving into the
fear.

As the brightness of the light faded she realized
that she could now move and that there was some kind of support
beneath her rather than empty space. Her arms and legs were free.
As she moved them she felt some resistance and saw that she was
enclosed in a thick jelly like substance in a small pool built for
at most two average human beings.
I must have passed through the
orb and into this pool of thick viscosity jelly.
She looked up
and over the edge of the pool to see the insides of a vast and
marvelous space ship.

It was made of a dark metal that also had the
characteristics of rock, as if it was some new alloy that she had
never seen. She was in was the most high tech room she had ever
laid eyes upon. The ceiling was full of what looked like animated
displays of star maps and navigational symbols. All of the
characters and text on the displays were in a deep blue hue and of
alien origin. They looked more like Egyptian hieroglyphics than
anything else. There were monitors on either side of her which
displayed wavelengths of biometric data which reacted instantly to
any move of her body. Somehow the jelly was interacting with her
physiology.