Rent is Due (Sharub & Cerberus)

The penetration happened with a single, sharp push despite the flat tip of his cock. <<...yyyyyeaaahh...>> moaned the human girl with a mewled yep, biting her lips. With a gasp, she felt the smooth and rubbery cock push deep and deeper within her steaming tunnel, breathing in relief as her mate finally claimed her body and was using her for his pleasure. Their pleasure. Still bent over the table, with her breasts rubbing over the tablecloth, she felt her body being dragged backward, so that she was now riding him on his lap. With her mouth wide open in a silent scream of pleasure, she felt something slippery on her neck, until with a quick gaze Shoshanne saw the tongue of the beast licking at her neck, slowly trickling toward her face until it crawled into her own mouth.

Pleasure wave after wave, rocked her body upward at every powerful and deep thrust of the insect-cock within her, feeling the tip as deep into her core as she've never felt with an human; so tantalizing and exciting, delicately rubbing every inch of her channel, claiming her for what she was worth, sending her into another realm of pleasure, pleasure she couldn't express anymore, as her mouth was now battling and wrestling with his own, as she sucked and blowed that appendage in her mouth.

Not for a single instant she realized someone would be there and watch, not that the spores would let her see this, anyway. Lost into pleasure as she was, the human girl was only minding her own business, jumping over his lap and feeling every single ripple of her supple bottom against his thick, hard, insectile body.

The mothman kept pushing his cock deeper into her wet pussy as he gripped onto her waist. As he kept pushing against her his tongue was invading her mouth and savoring every single inch of her mouth before breaking away and moving over her hot flesh around her neck and chest as his hands worked over her body and moved on to her chest which was hidden behind the thin material of her dress as his hands squeezed and groped her breasts.

He was enjoying himself with the willing female he had infront of himself despite the fact that in all truth he was all out raping her and was making her enjoy single moment of it as he drove his cock into her tight pussy again and again as he would push her up and almost slide out of her before driving himself back into her.

The ever watching camera kept recording as the mothman put Shoshanne over the table and had his way with her. It was something that was going to secure her fate when Garraus dealt with her but that would be whenever the mothman was finished with her but when that would be was another question entirely.

Shoshanne, lost in the spore-induced maze of neverending and mindless pleasures, felt his strong hands gripping her waist, holding her in position and guiding her bounces right over the lenght of his long, smooth probe, feeling like a doll made of pleasure in within his own will. Despite the doubtless and relentless pounding from his pelvis, she felt like she was making true and passionate love with her true male, moving her own hands behind her, caressing his body and cuddling tenderly, while expressing her satisfaction with muffled moans and caresses. With the heart bumping loudly in her foggy head, the human girl felt his hands slowly moving from her waist to her breasts, where his fingers found the thin material hiding her pink areolae and her nipples hard and excited, being exposed to the fresh, clean air of the air-conditioned room.

She felt his strokes getting more powerful, her human receptacle-pussy burning with excitement and lust, and with her brain forced to feel pleasure, lust, desire and need, the spore let her know just one thing. "It is time", she thought. It was time for her to receive his satisfaction, his genes, his eggs or his virile seed, to be planted, injected... FORCED... in her human womb. Immediately, her hands went for the proboscis-tongue in her mouth, delicately moving that muscle from her own sore mouth with a gasp. Catching breath, she tilted her head toward his, locking her own eyes with his insectile ones, she smiled, then, always with his insectid impregnating proboscis, she bent over the table, presenting herself for the taking, showing the most intimate and primal position known to humans.

Looking behind her shoulders, she purred at him <<...Do it... >> said her while flattening over the table and roughly moving his meal on the side, grabbing the oppsite end of the the table, steadying herself for his last, needy, powerful thrust that will come, ready to seal her fate as his lustful and needy, unwilling human vessel for his progenie.

The mothman kept pushing against Shoshanne and kept her pinned against the table as he was starting to get ready and closer to depositing his alien seen into her awaiting body. Yet because she did not have his species eggs inside of her his seed would do little for her except to help sate the lust she was under for now but she was now tainted with it and would be in an easily aroused state if someone were to try and get inside of her panties.

The mothman made noises as he held her down and started to release his alien seed into Shoshanne and kept her pinned under his body as he emptied himself. Once done he slowly pulled his cock out of her letting it rest against her thighs before he pushed her down and he pushed himself back into her mouth to clean his cock up, once done he pulled away and paid for his meal and walked out of the diner.

Garraus finished watching the tape as he wrote up a few notes before turning away from the console as he noticed that Schrodinger was walking down and headed to the dining hall for himself to get some food.

She was sure about it, she could feel hit, hear it; the male behind her supple bottom, now pounding her soft and warm flesh without mercy and led by lust, was going to reach his peak. With yelp, Shoshanne let go of her head over the table with a thud, exhausted and so close to her own climax and with the brain burning with emotions, she screamed loud in the hall, declaring to the world that she was receiving his seed. Her pussy clamped at his cock, feeling his lenght twitch and falling as deeper as possible within her tender meat near her vulnerable womb, urging him to release; with the first spurt, she moaned and groaned, feeling its liquid warmth pooling deep into her, only to grow and grow at each jet of injected cum. With bliss washing over her, she felt a strange sensation of fullfillment and pride, as if she did the most rightful thing in the world.

The human girl lied over the table, bent at 90°, with an alien-insectile cock lodged as deep as her anatomy would allow, spewing what seemed a gallon of eiaculate deep within her, with her pussylips clamping on his cock, milking him for every drop he had in store; still, a warm and thick trickle escaped that tight seal and slowly trickled down her thighs, adding that little, lustful and dirty feeling to her orgasming spore-laden brain.

Soon, too soon for her, Shoshanne felt his cock beginning to limp, "His deed is done" thought her with a smile on her lips; but as the mothman withdrew from her body, like an uncorked bottle, a gush of seed leaked from her, She moaned in the delightful feeling of his cum moving within her already, but a powerful grab awakened her from her daydreaming, finding herself satting uncomfortably over the floor and within their own sex-juices and with his cock in front of her face. She had neither the time to look at him in questioning, that with a thrust of his hips, his cock found its mark within her now dry lips. Like a last gift, she felt the need to suck him clean, lick it in every inch, polishing that splendid tool in respect and thanks.

With a gasp, his cock left her mouth empty, and turned away; with her eyes closed and catching for dear air, she only heard a metallic sound over the table and heavy footsteps moving away from her, until they disappeared within the hissing sounds of the door.

The human female lied there, leaning over a leg of the table with a weak smile on her lips, catching her breath and trying to regain sensibility in her legs after the orgasmic shocks. An hand moved to her belly, as she felt again the warmth of his cum almost sloshing in her womb. But as the air get quickly exchanged with the outside and the air-conditioning worked, the spores in the air soon disappeared, leaving only the few, volatile ones in her body. Senses and reality slowly returned to her "...wha-what happened?" thought her while opening wide her eyes, finding herself on the ground, but as soon as her eyes worked again for her only, her heart started to pound in fear in her temples, a strange feeling overwhelming her "Why am i here? Why am i on the ground... what is this salty taste in my mouth?" questions multiplied and multiplied, but the shock for what she was going to notice...

A shriek echoed in the hall as she saw her pussy oozing a thick, dense cream, trying to get up, she almost trew over the table. Pain started to radiate from her abused pussy, feeling her soft human flesh reddened and flushed from the exertion, a similar tingling reddening started to be felt from her gropable butt, but what truly shocked her, was the strange, unfamiliar and unsettling feeling of something warm in her belly when she moved quickly; with open-wide eyes, a trembling hand moved to her belly, and after a gentle push, she felt the warm fluid tricling down her vagina. Tears started to flow like rivers from her eyes as nausea and vomit started to linger in her guts.

No longer able to think straight, she lied there in fetal position, sobbing and crying, feeling her body giving more and more hints of her unconscious abuse, with the constant occasional splurt of cum leaking from her pussy...

<<...help...>> whispered her within a sob and a sniff

The cameras caught everything and recorded it for future reference to what the human girl had done, what it couldn't show was the spores that were around her and on her that would sink into her system and have further consequences for her but that would come in due time. The dining area had been empty until Schrodinger walked in and saw Shoshanne laying curled up on the ground. He rushed to her side and looked at her before he pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around her and picked her up and started to ask her what had happened to her as when he walked in he could pick up the distinctive scent of sex around the room and around her and it was all intermixed.

Knowing she was in no state to confront Garraus about what happened he gently picked her up and carried her out of the room and to the back end of the hallway and up to her own room. He helped her in and set her on her couch before he pulled over a chair and began to ask her what had happened and what she knew before he would want to face garraus and ask him to bring up any recordings that he had of the time and place for what happened.

Shoshanne lied there, with the head spinning and the mouth open in a silent, continuous scream; her eyes sore for the tears and her cheecks red and moist with tears. Her stomach churned and trembled, her very core seemed to want to escape, escape and go get clean. Behind her blank, empty eyes that stared into the nothing, her mind switched from pure emptyness to a storm of shame, fear, shock, disgust... and the thought of that mothman... the thought of them having sex... of him touching her... possessing her... and the feeling in her womb... did he impregnated her? He didn't? Is she going to die? Is she going to end up pregnant by an ugly insectoid alien that raped her? She felt like fainting...

But soft, warm cloth covered her gently, and a pair of furred hands lifted her up, despite the uncomortable feeling of having someone touching her. Again. Already. She didn't moved a finger nor said anything, not a whisper, as well as her eyes remained in front of her. Cold and still.

She felt a familiar softness on her side, realizing that she was now in her bed; her tears had stopped by now, but her despair had not. She was still curled in fetal position, with her hands now covering her face, covering her shame from the lynx that was now calmly sitting nearby. <<Th-that moth...>> said her <<...that moth...>>

Schrodinger watched Shoshanne and listened to her before he got up and headed to her kitchen. He drew some water and added it to the kettle and turned up the stove to heat up to boil the water. As the water was boiling he got a mug and produced a tea packet as he poured the hot water over the tea packet am made a cup.

Once done he walked back over to Shoshanne and sat down and gently handed her the cup of tea. "Drink this,it will help you to relax, I know what you told me and when you are ready you are going to have to talk to Garraus about what happened and what he can do about it." He knew that she didn't like how it only seemed to be garraus able to do anything but in this area he was the law and quite brutal to those who stepped out of line.

The poor human girl was shocked for what did just happned, and the realization slowly smashed trough the door of her shaking mind without mercy, not only an attempted gangrape, luckily stopped at groping and fondling her warm, soft, human flesh; but in the afternoon, she has been hypnotized... drugged... just to awake in a pool of alien seed, with other cum leaking and gurgling from her sore pussy. That planet, really, was a bad choice.

She lied over the barely comfortable warmth of the soft bed, cursing and crying at the occasional glob of cream spurting from her pussy, feeling the still warm and sticky fluid to trail from her abused opening to her buttcheek, pooling over the clean bedsheets. She did not cared. Not anymore. Not neither the thought of showing her sore and reddened, creamed pussy to the lynx. In silence and with fixed gaze into the nothing, hearing but not listening to the voices in her mind and the room. Only shame and pain, rage and again shame danced in front of her eyes and into her sunk heart.

Eventually, she found a furry hand in front of her eyes; with a surprised gasp Shoshanne followed the arm, and saw the friendly face of the cat-boy. With a groan, she moved her torso and leaned on her side, taking the steaming cup in her hands, feeling its warmth spread into her cold and shaking fingers. A quick smell of the cup reminded her of the times, now long gone and far away, of the lemon-scented tea she used to drink with her family, for a brief instant forgetting what was going on...

But the insistent yet calm voice of the lynx brought her back again to her sorrows and pains. Without looking at him, but staring at the thin steam-fog dancing into the cup, she replied to him with low, trembling voice <<Clean.... i need to clean... my...self... i-if i...can...>>

Schrodinger handed her the cup of tea as he watched her reactions and Guage how she was doing. Hearing that she wanted to get cleaned up after everything that had happened. He got up and walked over to her bathroom and turned on the faucet and turned up the hot water. Walking back over to Shoshanne he gently took her arm and lead her to the bathroom.

He knew that she would want privacy so he left her in the bathroom. As he waited for her to finish up he called down to the diner and ordered up some dinner and when it arrived he set It up for her to have when she got out of the bathroom and cleaned up. He knew she had towels and clothes of her own to get dressed in once she was done.

He waited for her to finish and get all cleaned up but he figured that it could be some time before that happened so he started to take some notes of the room before he made suggestions to himself about added security to the room though that would take some convincing to get Garraus to sign off on it.

Outside the void blankness of her overwhelmed and fallen mind, the human heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, then the subtle squaking of the water regulators, and soon the lynx's soft and furred arm was around her own as she stood and walked, with trembling and shaky legs, to the bathroom.

She thanked him, then closed the door behind her; the thud of the metal frame made her squirm and gasp, such was the shock still lingering in her. But the unpleasant and hateful tingling of cum still leaking from her womb and down her sore pussy, made her quicken her pace and toss immediately away her tainted clothes and jump under the warm water.

She took a large amount of soap and spread it all over her soft and delicate body; when her hands moved near her abused pussy, she felt her stomach churn, and she gagged with the will to puke as the thought of that insect having its way with her and cumming inside her, with tears in her sore eyes, Shoshanne tried to mover her fingers inside her pussy, feeling the alien's thick seed slick against her fingers <<No>> groaned her while she pressed her fingers all the way into her pussy, scooping away what she could of the alien intruding sperm. Soon, she felt herself clean enough, both inside and outside, and stepped outside the bathroom with a towel around her body, eyeing Shrodinger without a single emotion, remembering that she saw him in the same situation that morning.

After having gathered a pair of black, large tracksuit pants and a soft gray hoodie, she changed in the bathroom, swiping away the occasional tear that escaped her reddened eyes.

<<...i-i am ready to talk with him>> said her while looking at the ground, hoping that the wolf will be her saviour again, eventually using that blast gun he showed in order to splatter that filthy and spoiled mothman

Schrodinger looked at Shoshanne and nodded as he listened to her talk about being ready to talk to Garraus. "All right, just don't try to give him an attitude, just talk to him calmly and things should go smoothly and then we can deal with this issue." He then got up and stretched and let his tail uncoil from his waist and flick around for a few times before he curled his tail back up. "If you want I can be down there before you do and get him into a more talkative mood." He then finished up his tea and then took the plates of empty food and drinks and started to wash them, once done he looked at Shoshanne and smiled abit and put away the dishes then started to head out. "I'll get Garraus in a talkative/good mood."

Garraus was looking over the tape of what happened with Shoshanne and was taking more notes as he started to search through his own files and the galactic notes on this guest as each person who came in he made sure to know about and where they often were spotted at so he could find them if he needed to. He looked up as Schrodinger walked down and into the office as he started to tell Garraus about what happened and Garrus pointed to the tape and showed him what happened and that he was going to deal with it but the video seemed to show Shoshanne going to the mothman it didn't show the spores that had sunk into her body or that were still there so he had to hear from her own mouth about what happened.

Shoshanne sat with him, not saying a word, not at look at his eyes. Her stomach closed like a fist, echoing with discomfort; the human uncomfortably sat on the chair nearby, grimacing as her abused netherlips squashed over the hard plasticky material, biting her lips and choking mewl of cry in her throat. She was fearing many things, now; first of all, if the alien seed would take root inside of her. Second, if the alien carried a sort of malady or virus. Third... and somewhat the most fearful one... that she would have no justice for what did just happened...

As the lynx stood up and headed toward Garraus, Shoshanne stood up with him <<NO!>> yelled her at him, <<...no...>> continued her, looking at the floor with a murmur <<...i... i will go alone. There is no need to get him talkative.>> the thought of her rape echoed in her shaky mind, but she remembered that when she awoke in a pool of spem, there were at least two customers sat at the table... maybe even a surveillance cam saw the insect abuse and force her against her will; she was sure of that... <<What happened needs no talkative moods... >> with that, she exited the room and headed, with trembling legs, to the main office, with the anguish, now, of an enemy behind every corner, behind every door and behind every shadow...