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With how many people seem to like the MHA branch, I thought that I might as well try my hand at another series. Xenoblade caught my interest pretty quickly, so I thought I’d give it a shot.

And for those of you wondering, yes, I’ve played all of the games, completed their stories, and completed almost 100% of each game’s content. Even X for those of you asking. There is nothing about these games you can spoil for me, so hit me with whatever prompts you guys got.

Though now I’m obligated to warn those who havent let it be known that there might be SPOILERS in some of these chapters. You have been warned.

Please format your requests like this-

Characters:

Kinks:

Prompt:

Reference Picture (optional):

Or just like a regular ask fic-

Characters:

Question(s):

Pretty much any character is fair game so long as there isn’t any direct M/M. I’m comfortable with a lot of things, but that seems to be a hard limit for me. Genderbending whether it be from birth or actively takes place within the prompt is acceptable however.

And if trying to work the prompt into canon doesn’t work out, an AU is fine. Modern, fantasy, role swap, game swap, etc. So long as the prompt contains characters from the Xenoblade series, it doesn’t matter. Just keep crossovers to a minimum. Makes it less taxing on me.

Anyways, it would honestly be easier to tell you all the kinks that I will not write:

Rape (violent), scat, gore, vore (of any kind), Mpreg,

And these are the kinks that I’m on the fence about. By that, I mean that the kinks depend on the prompt and can be discussed further.

Amputation, rape (dubcon), bestiality, ntr,

(The lists may be updated as I can’t remember all kinks and other various tags off the top of my head.)

I’m willing to take most prompts, though some stuff will be denied out of personal preference as I’ve already alluded to above. And obviously, some prompts will take priority over others due to these preferences. It’s not that I don’t want to write them, but that others inspire me more, thus get done quicker and more easily. I might also ask for more details.

Finally, the reference picture is not mandatory. However, I will give higher priority to prompts that have them with exceptions for stuff I’m already writing or more preferred prompts. Only one picture is strictly necessary, but you can submit multiple if needed (up to three or four).

And if a certain prompt catches your interest, you could ask for an expansion or side story so long as the prompt you give is good enough. I don’t see myself doing that all that often though.

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Characters: Pyra

Kinks: Master/Slave, Exhibitionism, Public Sex, Anal Sex, Mind Manipulation

Prompt: Pyra used to be just a normal girl. That is until she met her Master. It took a little while, but she learned to accept the fact that her curvy, voluptuous, sexy body was meant for more.

Anyways, some time later, she managed to help her Master get her sisters under his thrall. As a reward, he decided to take her out for a day to the beach as a reward. She can’t wait to show off the new her to so many people!

Pyra strutted forward down the sidewalk parallel to the shoreline almost completely nude, her wide hips and shelf of an ass swaying enticingly with each step. Behind her, every male from grown adults to prepubescent teens stared at her with wide, lustful eyes. She glanced behind herself and winked, the redhead knowing full well the effect she was having and not caring who saw.

She loved the attention, maybe a bit too much according to some people. But again, she didn’t really care. She wasn’t here for them either. Today was a treat for her for being such a good girl for Master.

She let out an affectionate, sultry sigh at the thought of her Master. It had been almost a year since he first found her, and Pyra honestly couldn’t picture herself anywhere else other than on her knees in front of him. It took a lot of time and training, but Pyra had found that Master was speaking the truth.

All her life she’s felt insecure about her body. She was never too small, quite the opposite. Her breasts bloomed several years before her peers and continuing to outpace them without supplements or surgeries as the years went on. That and the rest of her body growing to keep pace all the while led many to be jealous of her body, leading many females to bully her and males harassing her for “a round with a prime slut like you.”

Her sisters never had a problem when their own bodies did the same, that’s that happens with triplets, but Pyra herself was just too much of a coward to embrace her femininity like they had.

That is until Master came into her life. He immediately charmed her. It didn’t take long for Pyra to start crushing on him. She asked him out on a date which he accepted, but the plans he had for it were… different to what the girl was expecting.

He took her to a hole-in-the-wall clothing store and had her dress in progressively smaller and skimpier clothes, the man giving compliments and affirmations the entire time. And after that day, anytime she wore something in that vein, he never stopped showering her with genuine compliments. It made Pyra’s heart flutter.

From their he introduced her to a whole new side of herself by fucking her raw with his massive, delicious~ cock in an hours long session of marathon sex.

Steadily, Pyra began becoming more receptive, fully embracing her femininity and sex appeal.

He bought her expensive makeup and had her learn everything she could about drawing out her beauty with it. Her clothes became tighter and more revealing. She became more confident and assured of herself.

Her sisters were all for the change at first, but Pyra could see how threatened the bitches were once Master pointed it out. Why else would they demand she stop seeing him? He was helping her after all.

She did initially go to him with their thoughts in mind, but he thoroughly reassured that he loved and cared for her wellbeing and happiness. He confirmed it by fucking her for an entire day straight, breaking her bit by bit, so thoroughly that he had to put her back together. And in doing so, he made her better than ever.

He trained her on how to properly strut without thinking, talking with more breathily and with slight moans, and so many other things to turn her into the monolith of sex appeal that she is now.

All Pyra needed to do after that to affirm her superiority over her sisters was to hand them over to Master on a silver platter. And she did so without hesitation or remorse. And now, as a reward, Master had decided to take her out on a date to the beach to show everyone the new Pyra that he forged her into, and she was loving it~.

Master left earlier to prepare their spot and to allow Pyra the chance to show herself off alone. The redhead was thankful for that.

So as her thigh-high high-heels clacked against the concrete with every step, Pyra shivered in delight and smiled bashfully with a blush on her face. Every man and woman she passed was yet another person entranced. Her body brought enough eyes to her, but what really caught people’s attention was the thin backless slingkini that she was wearing.

Pyra shivered again at the feeling of the large buttplug keeping her swimsuit taught. The part that was exposed shimmered in a rainbow of colors as the sunlight refracted off of the toy.

She stopped and brought her hands up to the underside of her massive mammaries and lifted the fatty funbags slightly, much to her audience’s enjoyment. Those closer to her were also able to see several layers of tan lines which outlined skimpier and skimpier clothing the less faded they were.

Artist: N/A (AI generated)

The sight lasted for but a moment before Pyra let go and began walking once again. She had somewhere to be after all. Master was waiting for her.

A few minutes and many more captivated passerbys later, the sultry woman arrived at the spot her Master had instructed her to. Everything they needed was there. Food and refreshments safely stored away, a large towel laid out over the sand to ensure comfort, and a sizable umbrella to give them plenty of shade.

And it was all out in the open for everyone around them to witness the show.

Master was currently gazing off out into the horizon, but he turned as he quickly recognized that Pyra had arrived and was awaiting further orders. He licked his lips at the tantalizing display. His wonderful slave had her hands clasped in front of her which caused her breasts to be squished together alluringly.

Master then walked over to her and began kissing her without warning. Pyra attempted to challenge him and fight back against his tongue with her own, but as usual, fighting against him was pointless. His tongue immediately broke past hers and quickly dominated the exchange with ease. Pyra herself submitted the moment she knew she lost, fully ready and willing to be used.

It didn’t take long for that to start as Master reached around her and began squeezing her massive ass cheeks in his burly hands. Pyra purred at the contact.

After almost a minute of this, Master separated from her. The redhead was able to take in the man in front of her more fully. He was little over a head taller than her, and he was also quite muscular in comparison to Pyra. In short, he completely towered over her without even trying.

He grunted at her before looking down. When he looked back up at her, she was given his signature smirk. Pyra smiled sheepishly back, not once stopping her ministrations of fondling the large bulge sticking out from her Master’s speedo.

Pyra quickly glanced around to notice the envious glares of both men and women, each side clearly jealous of the pair. The redhead giggled before turning her full attention back to her Master.

“Alright Slut, let’s get to work,” he said, emphasizing the end with a firm smack to Pyra’s ass. The man then stripped himself of the speedo that hid his fourteen inch monster of a cock and moved to lay down on the towel before patting on his chest. “Lay down on top of me with your back to me.”

As commanded, Pyra laid down atop the muscular man, he back arching away from his toned stomach. She then used her dainty hands to reach around the back of his neck to pull herself into a kiss as his large hands fondled her breasts.

“You’re pretty eager,” Master teased as he reached down further. “Almost as eager as me,” he growled out.

In the next moment, Pyra squeaked when her Master quickly ripped the plug out of her before slamming his cock into her freed asshole. He then unclasped the choker that secured the other end of her swimsuit to her body before grabbing what equated to a buttplug attached to scraps of cloth and tossed it aside and out of view.

The cherry on top was when the man wrapped his arms around the woman’s neck, her thin arms reaching for the appendages on instinct. Pyra quickly realized that her weak body solely made and trained for sex couldn’t ever hope to match the powerful muscles of her master. She shuddered in arousal at the reminder of the man’s strength and the power he held over her.

“Dirty little slut,” he growled into her ear as he tightened his hold. “You don’t care who watches. All you want is to get fucked.”

“Y-yesh,” the redhead slurred out as best she could given her restricted airways.

“Then be the good girl I know you are and take it!”

With that, the man began thrusting into Pyra’s well trained asshole. The slut in his arms began moaning loudly in response. Wanting to quiet her, he tightened his grip even further. Pyra cries dimmed, but that didn’t draw any less attention.

Everyone around them could see exactly what was going on. The nude form of Pyra being jostled around almost rhythmically, her breasts bouncing in tandem. Then there was the massive cock pounding into her from her equally nude Master. There was no mistake as to what was going on, but no one stopped it. Instead, they watched in fascination and lust.

The man kept pounding away at the curvy redhead’s hole. Her tongue was now out as she gasped for breath, her dainty hands genuinely pulling at his burly arms.

As the round of rough anal sex continued, her back began arching further, bowing out to show off her breasts as if they were a beacon.

Eventually the man simply plunged his length in fully and kept it there. He pumped load after load into her ass, and after almost a minute of this, he let go of the redhead’s neck.

Pyra’s entire body went slack in an instant. Her tired, used body flopped onto her Master as she gasped for sweet, precious air that she had been mostly denied until then. The man wasn’t keen on just letting her rest however.

The dizzy and pleasure-addled mind of Pyra failed to notice her body being folded in half like a pretzel until her feet were on both sides of her face. She glanced around and quickly realized that she had been shifted into a full nelson, this fact becoming all the more apparent when she felt her Master’s hands lock together behind her head.

It was then he began thrusting into her again. Pyra immediately gave in to the pleasure, she couldn’t do much else after all. The redhead moaned and howled like a true bitch in heat as onlookers stared and recorded the sight.

“Yes Master! Fuck yes, Master! Please keep fucking me~!” she begged and pleaded.

Her Master didn’t answer verbally, just intensifying his thrusts to push her further and further into a fucked silly bliss. All Pyra herself could do was simply take it. In all honesty though, there was nothing she’d rather be doing than being drilled into by her Master’s cockmeat.

As the minutes passed, the redhead could feel a familiar pulsing coming from below. She knew what was coming. And as she wasn’t literally gasping for air this time around, the slut was able to see the dozens of pairs of eyes that were staring at them, many among the crowd filming the event.

Pyra smiled at them and brought her hands up and gave them a double peace sign. Immediately afterwards, her Master came in her again, the warm deluge of baby batter flowing into her well-used hole. The redhead’s eyes rolled back into her head and her tongue flopped out again. All the while the slut was squirting out a jet of her own femcum in response to her powerful orgasm.

As both of the pair’s orgasms came to an end, Pyra panted in exhaustion and lust, loving every second of it. She could feel her Master’s length exit her and see the massive length still standing strong and proudly outside of her hole. She smiled sluttily as even more pictures were taken.

With all of this going on, she was completely unprepared when her Master let go of her completely before switching their positions in one swift move. Now Pyra was the one laying on the ground, her breast deforming as they were pressed into the towel below her. And above her was her Master, the monolith of male domination that he was.

Pyra attempted to say something, but she was quickly cut off when the meaty length of cock and male pride suddenly entered her cunt. The slut moaned as her body gave out at the sudden pleasure. Her head didn’t hit the sand however as her Master tightly grabbed her hair and pulled up to give everyone that was in front of her a clear view of her face.

The pleasure overwhelmed her instantly, her mind and body completely unable to keep up. So she gave up and simply let everything happen and reacted on instinct.

“YESH MASHTER!!! FUCK ME! BREEHD MEH MASTER!!! AHHH~~~~~!” she howled at the top of her lungs.

This seemed to flip a switch in the man’s mind as he began to thrust faster and deeper, almost impossibly so. The utter pounding she was receiving overwhelmed her instantly. All the redhead could do was moan and howl affirmations and pleas for more.

All of the pleasure and lust suddenly came crashing when a familiar feeling flooded through her pussy and into her unprotected womb. Pyra howled on last time before her Master allowed her to collapse. She panted, body flushed, tongue out, and eyes rolled, just trying to catch her breath.

Pyra simply laid there for a few moments until her Master, with his speedo back on, grabbed her by her hair again and pulled her to her feet.

After that, Master didn’t even hesitate pulling her along, not giving her any time to recover. She stumbled behind him, legs weak due to the rough treatment she was just under. Pyra looked back to see that they were leaving everything behind. It was inconsequential in the long run, but she couldn’t help but pout.

It was a shame, she actually quite liked the slingkini.

It was hours later and Pyra was out of it, her conciousness fucked into the deepest recesses of her mind. Her face was down on a mattress dampened by the sweat of her and her Master. Her body randomly twitched in response to the overload of pleasure she had been put through.

What she just experienced, that wasn’t just sex or being fined by her Master. That was raw, primal mating, the stud making sure his bitch knew who the father was beyond a shadow of a doubt. The cum pouring out of her pussy and the rest of it splattered all over her nude body were evidence enough of this.

Off to the side, the man who had done this to her, the one who made himself her Master, took another puff of a cigarette. After a few more moments, he pressed it into his ash tray to put it out and stood up.

He then approached a camera that had been set up off to the side and picked it up. He then positioned himself in front of Pyra and squatted down to her head before roughly grabbing her by her hair and showing the camera the result of the hours of breeding sex, a fucked silly, slobbering ahegao the redhead wore.

“This’ll be the two of you soon enough,” he spoke knowing that the two on the receiving end of the live feed were watching.

“Oi, slut! Where are you?!”

Pyra instantly woke up at Master’s demand and began scrambling onto her feet and into the other room where Master waited. And without preamble or delays, she rushed to stand in front of her nude Master before squatting down with her hands behind her head, showing off the changes that had occurred in the past few months.

Her breasts had grown over the months during her pregnancy. She was also coated in a thin sheen of sweat due to her essentially being in heat the entire time. Otherwise, her voluptuous body was well taken care of with no body hair and unblemished skin.

“I’m sorry I’m late, Master. It’s this slut’s fault for forgetting how important your schedule was,” she panted out while staring at the man’s cock as if were the only thing that truly mattered, which to the slut it was.

(Source: https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=9755727)

Artist: furau

(Source: https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2612025)

Master scoffed. “Better not happen again. If you can’t be a good little slut, then I’ll just have to replace you. Your sisters have been coming along nicely after all.”

Pyra whined at his words, but otherwise said nothing.

“Mythra’s still being a stubborn bitch, but Pneuma’s coming along nicely. Another push or two, and she’ll be ready,” Master continued.

Pyra attempted to attract his attention by making her breasts and pregnant belly sway. This seemed to work as Master focused on her with that smirk she loved.

“Please let this slut make it up to you. I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness,” the pregnant woman begged.

Master’s smirk grew. Pyra knew that the rest of her day would be long, but it would be worth it to stay by Master’s side.

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Suggested by NotDio (Guest)

Characters: Eunie

Kinks: Blowjob, Paizuri, Cowgirl, Full Nelson, Semi-Public

Prompt: It’s St. Patrick’s Day and everyone is partying in the streets, including you and your girlfriend Eunie who has a very kinky idea she wants to try with you. It’s not like anyone’s gonna notice.

It was St. Patrick’s Day, a day meant for celebration, mostly filled with a variety of alcohol. You were celebrating too at one point, but Eunie, you beautiful girlfriend, approached you with a… unique idea, even for her tastes. And when you looked down at her clothed in festive attire, her curvy figure obvious even through the layers she put on, you… well… You’d blame the alcohol in your system, but both you and Eunie knew that that wasn’t the culprit.

Artist: jarckius

(Source: https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=9769148)

That’s how you and the High Entia beauty ended up in some back alley, you sitting on some old bench while the diary blonde below you attempted to suck your soul out of your dick with her mouth. She was always a master at doing so, her deepthroating your length on the regular.

You finally regained enough of your composure to look down to the blue-eyed vixen who had seemingly been staring up at you the entire time. When your eyes met hers, she winked at you in that cocky way she does.

You knew what that meant. Eunie, oh she loved teasing you to the ends of the earth. Even more so when she got the upper hand in anything the two of you do together. As you continued to stare into her eyes as she bobbing went on ceaselessly, you could see her growing smugness. She was egging you on, daring you to take control.

Well, if that’s what the lady wishes…

Hesitation gone, you grabbed her head and forced her all the way down your length, the sudden intrusion causing her to gag for but a second. Without giving her any time to recover, you quickly began forcing her up and down, furiously so. You shivered in pleasure, but you didn’t stop.

As the seconds went on, you got closer and closer, pleasure welling up inside of you until finally, it all released itself.

At the same moment, you forced Eunie’s head down, her mouth now kissing your base. Load after load was forced down her throat, and with the previous experience, she gulped it all down greedily until there was nothing left.

Once you were spent, you let go of her and relaxed back into your seat, you let out a satisfied sigh.

Your peace was interrupted shortly afterwards when you felt something soft and plush was wrapped around you dick and began to pump the extremity. Your breath hitched and you looked down with slight annoyance. You saw Eunie’s sizable bust free from their confines and massaging your dick, the girl herself smirking up at you.

“Aww, don’t tell me you’re all spent, Love.”

You sighed. “Of course not. You know that better than anyone. I just don’t want to get caught,” you told her off.

“Oh please, like we’re the only ones doing it,” she scoffed. “Live a little.”

“I do enough of that with you around,” you commented which earned you a sharp “Oi!” from your girlfriend. You sighed again after a moment. “FIne. Get up here.”

At your confirmation, she let out a small cheer and got up on her own two feet. She began attempting to shimmy out of her tight pants, but she made you impatient with her teasing.

In a swift strike, you grabbed the fabric over her cunt and pulled, the material easily giving way to reveal her bare pussy.

“Oi! The spark are you doing?!” she yelled.

“As if you’re not loving every second of this. Plus it’s not my fault that it ripped so easily. You could always cover it up later anyways,” you told her.

She grumbled but couldn’t refute. After all, her dripping, quivering quim told the truth. With no further protests, she stepped up onto the bench and hovered over your hard length before gently lowering herself. Once the tip was in, she smirked and got a bit of revenge by suddenly and forcefully dropped down and took everything in in the blink of an eye.

Pleasure arched up your spine, your body reflexively tensing at the sensation. And now it was her turn to not give you a second to recover as she aggressively rode you cowgirl style.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is this seat taken?” she asked coyly while smirking down at you.

You grunted in a mixture of annoyance and pleasure, coming to grips with the situation and fully willing to regain some control. After but a moment of thought, you reared back a hand before delivering a full forced slap to her prodigious ass. Eunie let out a squeak of surprise as you started thrusting up into her, matching her blow for blow. The High Entia slut threw her head back and began letting out moan after moan from that point on.

You loved this little back and forth you two had, but you felt like now was a good point to flip everything on its head.

First, you grabbed Eunie by the hips and pushed her off of your length. Next, still holding her by the hips, you stand up and used your strength to turn her around and set her on her feet. Third, you quickly reach down and grab her legs. And for the final step, you lift her once again and quickly put her in a Full Nelson hold, her legs behind her head and hands trapped by your arms.

She yells at the sudden and unexpected change, but you quickly shut her up when you spear her with your rod again and start furiously pumping into her. She’s a mess within seconds, mouth drooling, hair disheveled, and eyes rolled into the back of her head.

You smirk. As tough as Eunie liked to act, she was also extremely weak to any position that took away any and all control she could have. And with her being a fan of rougher sex, any time he put her into a position like this, she immediately gave up and started cumming in rapidfire succession. She called it “unsportsmanlike.” You called it “giving her what she asked for,” another thing she could never find an argument against.

And so you continued like this, pumping into her with wild abandon as Eunie moaned and screamed at the top of her lungs. You would’ve been worried, but with being outside a particularly active bar and seeing a group of people completely ignore you, you felt safe.

Your grin grew wide as time went on. “Sorry ‘love’, I can’t understand you like this,” you mocked.

“F-fh-uck…” she slurred.

“Oh, I’ll fuck you good,” you told her while speeding up to go as fast as you could.

Your hips became a blur, the clapping of flesh against flesh becoming far more frequent, and all Eunie could do was sit there and take it.

Finally, mercifully (for her), you finally reached your limit and plunged all the way into her cavern and released a torrent of cum into her unprotected womb. It was far from your first creampie with her and it wouldn’t be your last. You just enjoyed the sensation that came from pumping load after load into your hot girlfriend.

You let out a deep sigh as you finished. Eunie was panting heavily in your arms, completely limp and drained from the primal fucking she had received. After catching your breath, you asked the girl a question.

“Wanna go back to our place and keep going?”

“... uh-huh,” she let out softly from her ahegao’d mouth as she weakly nodded her head.

You simply turned down the alley and started walking to your shared apartment several blocks away, each step pumping into Eunie’s exposed cunt again and again.

If she wasn’t worried about it, you weren’t either at this point.

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Suggested by Luna-chan (Guest)

Characters: Elma (Xenoform), Cross (Male)

Kinks: Insane Libido, Breast Expansion, Bimbofication, Temporary IQ-Loss, Cock Growth, Pheromones, Con to DubCon

Prompt: With the Ganglion menace now long gone and NLA growing, Elma has become far more comfortable in her true form as of late. Unfortunately, the planet Mira, still with many mysteries to its name, has an… effect on her species. With her heat rapidly approaching ahead of schedule alongside a host of other oddities and changes, Elma grabs Cross, her favorite human and prospective mate, to help quell her urges in seclusion.

However, it seems that she may have tried a bit too hard to earn Cross’s affection in the end.

Elma shuddered for the nth time since she first noticed the unique effects Mira had on her. All was going well with BLADE, NLA, and her life in general, not to mention that a large majority of humanity had reclaimed human bodies, but then she just felt so… hot! She was able to grin and bear it until she was alone, at which point she immediately began researching her ailment.

It did not take her long to find an answer.

And after days of worrying and her growing lust slightly impairing her judgements, she finally reached out for help. And now she was taking that flesh and blood human help outside of NLA inside her Skell to deal with her… problem.

“So what’s going on exactly? You haven’t really explained.”

Elma squeaked at the deep, manly, rumbling, majes-

The woman quickly shook her head. “M-my apologies, Cross. I had wanted to make it out of NLA before explaining. This matter is sensitive for a multitude of reasons.”

The man hummed. “That much is obvious. All you said was that you needed my help with something only I could do. And with how you looked, I could hardly say no to a friend in need.”

Something within Elma that she did not understand spiked within her. She pushed it down momentarily.

“Again, my apologies. To start, I’m obviously unique among NLA’s populace. Between humans, Ma-non, and all the other races, I’m the only one of my kind on this planet. It makes sense that no one has encountered my particular issue just yet,” she began explaining in a roundabout way.

“Elma?” Cross probed.

She continued. “In short, my species can go into heat, much like what can happen to dogs and cats from Earth. And not only that, Mira seems to have accelerated it. My next one wasn’t supposed to happen for another few years when taking time spent in stasis into account. Instead, it’s already started.”

“And I’m assuming that I can help you through it somehow?” her ma- the man reasoned.

Elma shuddered in arousal again. “Y-yes. You are the only one that can help me.”

She continued further at his unasked question. “You see, when someone of my species goes into heat, we… bond, for lack of a better term, with the one we are most attracted to. A… ‘mate’ so to speak. That mate is the only thing that can calm the person down and end the heat.

“And you Cross… are my mate.”

The man stared at her for a few moments, taking in the information in silence as she landed the Skell. She opened the cockpit, the pair descending to the ground.

“Is there anything else I need to know?” he asked after a few more moments.

Elma nodded, her amethyst-like hair billowing in the wind behind her. “When my… mate is in close enough proximity, my body will emit pheromones that will drastically increase their libido and penis length.

“In addition, our mental faculties will be slightly impaired. We will return to normal at the end, but we'll basically be horny idiots until then,” she finished explaining.

Cross nodded. “Alright. Seems straightforward enough. I’m glad to help you with this.” He then started to take a look around only to briefly pause. “We’re in Starfall Basin?”

The woman with skin as pure as snow confirmed as such. “We are. I thought that coming here would be for the best. It is where we first met after all. We’re not far from NLA should something go wrong, and I made sure to pack extra provisions in my Skell before we left. I doubt we’ll run into trouble though. The Ganglion’s gone, and the indigens in this area are week.”

“Ah. Fair enough. I’m just glad for your forethought,” he complimented.

Elma smiled appreciatively at Cross. “All that’s left is for me to start loosening my restraint, both mentally and physically.” She then took a deep breath. As she exhaled, her body began to relax significantly.

Cross immediately noticed the air around him shift. Not dangerously as it ought to do in the past though. No, this time was different. And the scent he caught, it shifted something inside of him. He let out a short, low growl.

The woman across from him shuddered once again, but she quickly regained her composure for one final thing.

“There is one more thing that you should know. Mira seems to be affecting my heat itself as well. My body has been undergoing a few changes as well. I have only been able to hide them for so long thanks to my suit. Are you ready?” she asked breathily, her breathing becoming heavier as the seconds ticked on.

Cross nodded.

With the press of button, the alien suit began to almost dissolve, nanobots linked together now breaking their bonds and retreating to a storage unit Elma kept in her Skell.

The seconds went by until her chest was uncovered, mountainous tits several times the size of a watermelon bouncing free from their confines. A few beat later, the same happened to her lower region, her massive globes of ass fat bouncing and clapping a few times before coming to rest. And her thighs, the grew to match the obscene proportions.

She wasn’t in the nude however. The alien woman wore a black set of something Cross only heard called “Nyan-gerie”.

She wore thigh highs that seemed a size or two too small. A bit further up was a thong stretched so tight that it seemed to be holding on by a thread. Around her pendulous globes that rested upon her chest sat a top that was made with the perfect boob window for the size. And adorning her neck was a choker with a cute bell attached to it that brought the whole look together. .

Upon seeing his shock at her current proportions, Elma stuck her ass out and put a hand on her hips. She wore a smirk and gazed at her mate with half-lidded eyes.

Artist: joraglove

(Source: https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=3136274)

Cross stood there for several minutes before he shook some form of sense back into himself.

“W-why are you wearing… that?” he hesitated.

“Lin said that it would help draw the right kind of attention a while back. I decided to take a chance, and it seems that it wasn’t wasted.” She grimaced. “Although, now that I’m so exposed, it is only a matter of time before we both succumb. Are you ready, Cross?”

Time seemed to pause for the man. A choice laid out in front of him.

I’m not ready.

I am ready.

He barely needed a second to debate with himself and come to a conclusion. As time resumed, he nodded his head.

Elma’s face lit up in a mixture of excitement and joy. “Good. Then let’s get this off~” she purred while dragging her finger across his pants.

The fabric suddenly seemed too tight for him, so Cross immediately did as asked and removed his pants and underwear in one swift motion.

He blaunched upon seeing how large his length had grown. What was once a respectable six inches of cock was now over a foot of raw manmeat. Its girth was greater than what one hand could wrap around, and the veins visibly bulged out and pulsed rhythmically, blood being funneled into the enhanced erection.

Elma too was shocked. “Th-this is unprecedented, even for my people. I’ve never seen a dick so large,” she quietly said before letting out a soft moan.

Something primal inside of Cross pulsed in response to the awe she was displaying. He let out a predatory growl.

Elma looked up and saw that Cross was falling more and more to his rising instincts. Elma began to feel the same, the instincts of a bitch in heat surging into her mind stronger than ever before.

Her mate began panting as he stripped himself of all of his clothes.

A thought struck Elma’s diminishing cognitive abilities as she looked at the man, straining under the pressure he had never felt before. “C-Cross, I’m s-sorry. I know I’m asking a lot, b-but-“

It took her a moment to realize that she had been silenced by something. Another passed until the xeno registered the feeling of the lips of her mate against her own. Passion and vigor radiated from him as he used his tongue to invade her mouth and force her to submit. It worked.

Elma moaned needily as she began to feel a pair of hands beginning to roam her bimbofied body. She couldn’t stop him in her current state, nor did she wish to either.

The kiss broke and Cross summoned the last of his sanity to say one more thing to her. “Don’t… apologize. Happy… to help,” he grunted out.

It was then that he fully gave into his instincts. He ripped off the tight thong Elma was wearing before throwing her to the ground.

And in the last seconds of cognizance, Elma looked up to Cross with wide, pleading eyes. “Take me, my mate.”

The human did exactly that, plunging his enhanced length into her tight, wet cunt. Elma let out a loud gasp at the intrusion, but she did nothing to push him away. In fact, the almost impossibly tight grip of her pussy said the opposite.

It took Cross a few moments to break free of the vacuum of his mate’s cunt, but once he had some momentum going, stopping was the last thing on his primal mind.

In and out, in and out. Elma clawed at his back, desperate to bring her lover closer to herself. She gasped again when Cross bit down on her meaty nipple. She moaned when he started sucking.

“Please, my mate, please keep going,” she begged.

The man continued his ministrations uninterrupted, not even hearing the pleading of the woman below him. It wasn’t as if she even needed to tell him that.

Minutes more passed and something began to change. Elma could instinctively feel a change within her mate’s cock. It began pulsing, almost as if preparing for something.

Cross hilted one last time and the bimbo-bodied slut realized what was happening as thick baby batter began to flow into her unprotected womb. The woman let out a wordless scream in pleasure, her entire body tensing as a powerful orgasm ripped through everything she was, whether physical or mental.

When both orgasms ended simultaneously, the pair looked at each other with wide, lustful eyes. Even in the state they were in, they felt something… more to everything that had happened.

But just as quickly as the moment began, it ended. Both sets of eyes clouded over again in pure desire. Cross grabbed one of Elma’s legs and brought it up to his chest as he began pumping into the xeno woman again.

Day Two

Cross grunted as he forced another load into his bitch’s cunt, her stomach growing even more as a result of her overcrowded womb. The slut herself was furiously vibrating as a result of her own powerful orgasm.

The stud saw this and disregarded it. He quickly pulled out of her wet embrace and flipped her over. He plunged back into her. If he missed her vagina entirely and dove into her asshole instead, he wouldn’t notice. Elma wouldn’t either.

Cross brought down his hand to her globes of assfat with a mighty *THWACK!!!* which brought the alien slut back to whatever senses she had left.

She began pushing back to meet her mate thrust for thrust. She moaned.

“BreedmebreedmeBREEDME!!! Mate must breed me!” she cried out as another orgasm ripped through her. Neither of them stopped their motions however.

She was silenced when a burly arm was tightly wrapped around her neck. She gasped for air, her head being pulled back allowed her to see the stud that was so thoroughly dominating her. Her cunt got that much wetter at the sight and resulting thoughts.

“Shut up bitch! Only good to take my cum! Nothing more!” roared while plunging his full length into her for yet another orgasm.

Even as her mind was once again blissed to the brink, she nodded in confirmation, her instincts knowing what he was saying was the immutable truth.

Once it was over a few moments later, Cross went right back to pounding into the slut below him.

Day Four

“Cock! Cock! Cum from cock! Need more cum!” Elma chanted as she was plowed into.

Cross had her folded in a mating press that allowed him to reach the deepest parts of her. Lust surged inside of the woman, delighted to be claimed by her mate in such a way.

The man let out a mighty roar as the bitch in heat felt another surge in her loins. Her cunt greedily drank up the baby batter as it came in.

When the last load ended up in the alien slut’s womb, Cross fell limp and blinked with heavy eyelids. He shook his head in confusion.

“W-what the- what happened? Did we-“

He grunted when he felt something tight and wet engulf his sensitive cock. Cross gazed down to see Elma’s mouth over his cockhead, the entire member still enhanced even after coming to his senses.

“El-Elma- p-please-“ was all he managed to get out as she devoured his hypersensitive dick.

After a few more minutes of this agonizing pleasure, the amethyst-haired woman released his cock from her mouth. Cross attempted to call out to her, but she silenced him with a finger to his lips.

“Cum, mate. Breed me,” she said as she stood up and hovered over his penis. “Will please mate. Will be mates for life.”

With that, she lowered herself and began to furiously ride him cowgirl style. Honestly, even in Cross’s current state, he could see how fast her hips were moving, asscheeks clapping like never before.

The human groaned. “Fuck, is she in Overdrive or something? Fuck! Neither of us are even Mims! Gah!”

Just then he released her another womb-filling load of viscous cum. Elma hummed in satisfaction as she started up again.

Day Seven

Cross had basically lost consciousness at that point. He had long since ran out of cum for the slut still bouncing on his erection. An erection still there due to the hefty amounts of pheromones the bitch in heat was still producing even after a full week.

“Mate! Stud! Must get cum! Must bear children for mate! Must mate stud! Fuck stud! Mate give cum!”

She had been chanting similar thoughts for days by that point. It was quite obvious that the highly intelligent savior of humanity had been reduced down to nothing but her basest instincts. She was more like an ancient cavewoman.

She continued until long into the night, riding Cross like a living dildo until she finally passed out after a week straight of primal fucking.

Day Eight

Bleary amethyst eyes opened slowly in the morning light. Elma slowly pushed her tired, dirty body up from the ground. She looked down to see that everything was back to normal, happy to know that her heat had ended.

Nearby, she saw the prone form of her partner. She smiled.

“Thank you Cross, truly. I don’t know what I would’ve done if-“

Elma cut herself off upon seeing the man’s form. He looked rough to say the least. Scratch marks, bruises, teeth marks, and so many other things. Above all else he looked dehydrated. The xeno woman ran to her Skell to get something, anything to help her mate.

As she was there, she saw the date and time before looking back at Cross with wide eyes.

“Seven… days?” she tentatively asked herself.

Only a soft breeze could be heard for the next few minutes.

“…if we were still on my home world , we would have broken more than a few records,” the woman attempted to joke.

Not even she found it funny.