Yord and the Stolendead
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete - by Limnophile
Chapter 2
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2 - On the way to a spring break vacation on the beach, Kaylee and family are on a plane that's about to crash. Time freezes and a huge alien appears, then... read it and find out. - Most story codes / tags are in later chapters.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion NonConsensual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Aliens Time Travel Anal Sex Cream Pie Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism Public Sex Size ENF Illustrated
The sensation of watching my offspring’s clumsy, eager hunger was one of the few things I liked about the stagnant pocket-dimension unlinked from real time. I leaned back against the comfortable sofa, my purple eyes pulsing with a slow, rhythmic light as I observed Nur. He was just above minimum breeding age for our race, barely ten millennia old. I produced him with a Nemarran female to celebrate Earthlings using metal for the first time.
To him, the five sexy humans were fragile, shivering things, exquisite sex pets, delicate toys of meat and bone. To me, they were a curated collection, a biological investment. I would choose a favorite and breed her, and let my son enjoy the others.
“Focus, Nur,” I rumbled, my voice vibrating the very floor. “Stretch them carefully. Do not conquer and injure them. If you break them now, they are useless to us later.”
Nur let out a huff, his massive chest heaving. He was holding the one called Kaylee above his pelvis, lifting her up and down, stroking himself with the inner walls of her reproductive tract. Her strawberry-blonde hair splayed and flopped wildly as he bounced her up and down. He looked up at me, his expression a mix of pride and frustration. “Father, they are so delicate, so small,” he groaned, his voice a tectonic shift. “I am barely using two percent of my strength, yet she gasps as if she’s being torn in half. Look at her, she can only take half my small length!” He gestured vaguely to himself, referring to the seven inches of flesh occupying the girl, half his thirty-five centimeters. To us, its ten centimeter or four inch width is quite a narrow, juvenile size; a mere appetizer, compared to me.
I felt a flicker of amusement. “A sobering lesson in scale, my son. You are the training wheels. Remember, once they are trained, my own is fifty centimeters long and eighteen wide. If they cannot accommodate your modesty, my magnitude will shred them.”
Suddenly, Nur shifted his focus to the one called Bree. He didn’t move gently, but with a predatory urgency. He hauled her toward him, his massive hand nearly encircling her waist, pulling her into the heat of his thighs. The raw, wet sound of his entry was a symphony of friction and surrender. I watched as her eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open in a silent, shuddering scream of overwhelmed nerves. She wasn’t just accepting him; she was being reshaped by him. Her body was a map of trembling surrender, her small frame dwarfed by the sheer, masculine gravity of my son’s two and a half meter height and two hundred muscular kilos. They were the first human girls to ever have a lover over eight feet tall.
Nur didn’t stop with one. He moved through them with a methodical, lustful efficiency, tasting the salt of their sweat and the sweetness of their terror-turned-pleasure. He treated them like instruments, playing upon their nerve endings until they were sobbing, shaking, and completely undone. He pushed them to the very edge of physical plausibility, ensuring that their vaginal walls learned the elasticity required for creatures of our stature.
Once the frenzy subsided and the women lay in a heap of tangled limbs and glistening skin, Nur stepped back, panting. He looked at them not with love, but with the satisfaction of a sculptor who had successfully softened the clay.
“They are primed,” Nur breathed. “Now they can receive me safely.”
“Indeed,” I replied, standing up and towering over them all. “They shall be ready for me after a hundred more sessions. Reward them. They have served their purpose for now.”
With a snap of my fingers, the scents of sex were replaced by the aroma of roasted meat, honey-drenched fruits, and wines that shimmered like liquid gold. A feast appeared upon the dining tables, gourmet delicacies designed to replenish the calories they had burned in their frantic struggles. Beside the feast, a massive basin of iridescent bubbles surged, the water infused with fragrant oils to soothe their stretched orifices and bruised spirits.