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Although the chosen ones could enjoy the experience, there was a strict protocol to be followed. The captive could have no protagonism whatsoever in the act. Thus, only one position was possible: the Azomai on top. Furthermore, under no circumstances could the fertilizing liquid be wasted; therefore, insemination had to occur strictly in the proper place to ensure fecundation.
Like all the others, Allea had been instructed on the rules. Upon entering the fecundation chamber, she noticed that the prisoner was already intoxicated by the drug. Lying in the center of the immense circular bed, he seemed even smaller. He barely raised his head when he noticed the Azomai’s entrance. Allea stepped up onto the platform and crawled toward him. On all fours over the human, she paused. It was the first time she had seen a man in the flesh.
Allea had been born just a few months after "The Great Extinction." The only men she had ever seen in her life were records, images on the computers of the Themyrion. The ship had drifted for a generation until it found a species genetically compatible with her people. Now, she stood before the one who would save her civilization from total extinction.
He resembled the Azomai people. His skin was pale, his hair golden, and his eyes blue. But his stature was much smaller: he must have been 1.90 meters tall, while she stood at 2.40 meters. And, of course, there was that appendage between his legs, erect. She knew what to do. Allea mounted the prisoner and, with her palms flat against his chest, straddled his legs.
When they were not fulfilling their military duties, the Azomai could enjoy themselves among one another. Such practice was officially encouraged by Queen Hippolix; according to the sovereign, those "games" increased the cohesion of the troops. Allea herself had already experienced great pleasure with her sisters. But this mounting was entirely different.
She swayed her hips with slow, short movements. She tried to focus on the objective of her mission there: fecundation. However, as she moved, the sensation of pleasure intensified. Allea felt an urgency, a pressing need for release. A peak of delight made her body shudder, and she collapsed over the prisoner, languid. Resting there, she felt the spurts flooding her.
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Gunnar opened his eyes. His head throbbed; he tried to remember if he had gotten drunk again. He loved drinking bouts and revelry. His last memory was the lake. He had been swimming naked, while his axe and clothes sat on a rock near the shore. A flash of light had overtaken the woods, and now, Gunnar was waking up in this white hall enveloped by a thick mist.
Lying on a massive bed, he lifted his head, which grew heavy and sank back down. For a moment, he thought he saw a giant valkyrie in the fog. He couldn’t move; with great effort, he kept his eyes open. He felt the bed shift. With her hands and knees planted beside his torso, the woman stopped above his head, staring down at him.
Tilting her head from side to side, the valkyrie eyed Gunnar’s eyes and mouth, and then down, toward his cock standing erect. Her long blonde hair brushed his face, bringing a scent of lavender. She lowered her hips, mounting him. It was warm. Sitting upright with her hands on Gunnar’s chest, she tossed her head, throwing her hair back. One side of her head was shaved.
She began to move, initially a slow ride. Then she sped up, and finally collapsed over him, panting. Her head sank into the bed right beside Gunnar’s; the woman's hair covered his mouth and eyes. He felt a rush leave his body—he was cumming inside her. He drew in a deep breath, catching the fragrant scent of lavender.