From across the room, Captain Howell watched all of this. What should’ve repulsed him, which should’ve discussed him, or enraged him, only served to arouse him. He could smell the sex in the room as much as Mary could. His breath was coming in ragged gulps, his mouth not hanging open, but lips parted when one of the tentacles pushed in. A man, a soldier normally knew that his mouth was being fucked. Tentacle or prodopenis, it didn’t matter. He opened up his mouth and simply enjoyed the taste. That only lasted for a few moments, and when it was Drew, he groan and frustration. he saw what was happening through his eyes and through the eyes of the creature. The large translucent tentacle, with the large opening slipped over his cock. As soon as it did, he knew it was not a tentacle, he knew it was an ovipositor. It didn’t matter to him though because it felt fantastic. Hot and wet, tight and better than any sex it ever had before. He groaned out loud.

Again, in his eye, he knew it was happening. Two of the smaller tentacles from inside the ovipositor pushed against his urethra. Then they pushed side-by-side. The feeling was almost unbearably good. When the two small tentacles reached the center of his prostate, they started to move back-and-forth. And just like their prehensile, larger cousins, they began to search until they found his ejaculatory duct. He felt when they passed through that and into his seminal vesicle and finally into his vas deferens. he knew exactly what was going to happen next tiny tiny. Those small tentacles connected with his testicles. It was painful, it was so sexual and so invasive. And he knew exactly what was happening. His very DNA was being changed. He could fill himself swell as he was stimulated from every single direction.

When it was at the point where he could no longer stand it, they withdrew. He was so swollen, so hard it was painful.

The tentacles lifted him up. He was facing Mary. He knew it was going to happen next, and couldn’t understand why the creatures just didn’t release them both. Both of them were panting, both of them dripping, he could see the grool hanging from Mary‘s pussy. His own cock was dripping, a steady, drip of pre-come. Yet still, they were held as if they were on Saint Andrews Cross made of tentacle flesh. The creature push them together. Captain Howell discovered another change. His own cock had become prehensile and quickly found its way all the way into Mary. Tentacles wrapped around both their body and began a fucking motion. Emotion neither of them needed help with both of them were beyond the capability to even formulate words, Mary desperately wanted to scream fuck me, Captain Hall desperately wanted to say how good it felt. Both of them desperately wanted the creatures to move them together faster. This was like edging. This was like torture.

Both of them felt the connection in their mind and knew it was happening before it happened. The tentacles suddenly release them. They had a short fall to the floor, but both of them ended up on their hands and knees. Both of them connected to the mind connected to the Pod only had one thought. The thought was to preserve the race Captain Howell, grab Mary’s hips, and from behind pushed his cock insider. The symbiotic in both their brains connected. They could see themselves through each other’s eyes and through the eyes of the other creatures standing around they also could see what was happening inside their body bizarrely, somehow, both of them knew what was happening. Howell’s penis no longer fully human Began twisting and turning working its way directly into Mary cervix. The head still in shape popped through, and Mary cervix clamped down. It was at that instant that both of them climaxed. Mary finally being able to speak howled and captain Howell roar as he came inside her. He knew what was happening. His sperm was coding every one of the eggs in Mary. The individual sperm trying to barrow through them, trying to fertilize them. He could even feel them just as Mary could feel the eggs yearning to be fertilized. It was like the orgasm could not end. But yet and it did.

Later

They came to laying on the floor naked. The room was empty, except for them, and the clutch that Mary carried in her stomach. They were both part of the hive. And they knew what they were to do next. All of the other humans, all of them would be infected. Climbing up on their hands and knees, and then finally standing. Both of them left the room and on the table where those small symbiotic creatures have been held, Mary held out her hand. They crawled up until they rested on her shoulder. They approached the first room and the first scientist.