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Alyx cried out in shameful pleasure. Her hips bucked against her will, traitorous body signalling to the monster that it wanted more, needed more.

What the fuck was the matter with her? Barely an hour before, she had narrowly escaped being butchered in an alien slaughterhouse. Then she had been trapped and brutally spanked by a primitive alien giant.

She shouldn’t be enjoying this. It was so dirty. So wrong.

Alyx tried scrambling away. The monster’s fingers slid from her hole, but the creature instantly caught her ankle and dragged her back across the dirty ground. A quick grunt of annoyance signalled the beast’s disapproval.

Thick fingers jammed inside of her again, two of them now, stretching her opening. Alyx tossed her head back and cried out in desperation.

Those fingers fucked her and searched her insides, collecting the arousal that was now flowing in shameful abundance. After a few brutal strokes, the monster withdrew its fingers, sucked them clean, and inserted them again with a dirty squelching sound.

He repeated this maneuver twice, three times, gathering her fluid like it was the sweetest nectar he had ever tasted.

Tough fingertips grazed the tender place on Alyx’s front wall.

The sensation was sharp and immediate. A zap of raw pleasure traveled deep into her core. She squealed and writhed on the forest floor.

The beast took notice of her reaction. He stroked her spot again, first with one finger, then with both, rubbing and buffing her soft inner tissues with a walking motion of its fingers.

Alyx sobbed with pleasure. Her walls engorged and squeezed around those invasive digits. Hot, thick secretions flooded her channel and oozed from her penetrated hole.

With a bestial growl, the alien crushed his face between her legs, sucking and licking her leaking fluids as his fingers continued to fuck her.

“Oh God,” Alyx whined. “Oh fuck…”

The rough stubble lining the beastman’s jaw scuffed and abraded the softness of Alyx’s inner thighs. The coarse, pebbled alien tongue lapped her leaking hole. And those unforgiving fingers continued to strum at her insides, conjuring a sensation of delicious, expanding pressure.

Alyx bit down hard against the moans and whimpers spilling off her tongue.

She couldn’t give in, couldn’t let herself climax.

Not like this.

She squeezed her eyes shut against the vision of the forest canopy overhead. Her fingers searched and scrambled over the carpet of dead leaves for purchase but found none. Her muscles flexed, struggling to restrain the intense orgasm welling in her depths.

“Oh God,” Alyx groaned through gritted teeth. “What are you doing?”

She couldn’t hold back any longer. The feeling inside her broke. It cracked like an egg, sending raw pleasure oozing outward from her center to her spasming muscles. She mewled and sobbed. Her interior clenched around the fingers inside her like a vice.

But the alien beast was unrelenting. Alyx’s uncontrollable cries only encouraged him. He licked and fingered her ruthlessly, pushing her straight through one climax and into another.

And another.

And another.

The sensations were too much. Her sex was tingling and oversensitive. Her bones felt weak and gelatinous.

When the monster finally gave up, Alyx had been reduced to a quivering, sweat-soaked mess.

Her inner thighs were slathered with her own thick secretions. Her skin was filthy where the dirt had clung to her slick sweat. Her hair was tangled with twigs and leaves.

“Oh…” was all she could say.

The monster gazed at her as he sucked the remnants of her climax off his fingers. Intense eyes raked over her naked body, scrutinizing every inch of her soiled flesh. The alien man-creature seemed to take great satisfaction in the wreckage it had made of her.

All Alyx could do was pant and stare back.

“What are you?” she whispered.