Story 📜 Pollwinner Samus Part II (Patreon)

(Find Part I here)

The Beloved Parasite - Part II

C: Metroid, non-con alien parasitic pregnancy, corruption

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“ …..ke….. p…….”

Something scratched at the back of her consciousness.

“w………ke……..p……n…………”

Part of her knew that she had to investigate. Another part strived against it - she wanted to stay in this numb state, somewhere inbetween sleep, trance and euphoric basic existence, like a plant.

“...an, wa….up….!”

Adams voice.

She opened her eyes.

“Aran, wake up!” he repeated.

She forced herself out of her trance-like state as much as she was able to, immediately alerted by his words.

“What’s going on?”

“The intruders are approaching the station.”

Understanding his words wasn’t easy. Neither was fighting through this wall of euphoria and arousal.

“Right. Okay. I think I’m able to move. Do I have a minute?”

“No. Seconds.”

“I- I can’t fight like this -”

“Hide. There’s a gutter to your left.”

Samus slid down from the chair, but the new center of her gravity and her weak knees made her trip. She noticed that her belly had grown even bigger, now looking full term. How long had she been passed out?

“Oh… oh god…”

“Aran. Now. Gutter.”

With shaking hands, she pushed her fingers through the holes of the grid and lifted it up, then slid laboriously into the tight gutter, closing the grid over her. This wasn’t a perfect hiding spot, as she might be discovered upon closer inspection, but it would have to do for now.

She didn’t even have time to settle in properly, before she heard somebody enter the room.

Space Pirates. Two of them. Maybe the same from before.

As they went through the storage, probably searching for supplies or anything valuable, Samus prayed that they wouldn’t look down; But next to fear was another, much bigger feeling creeping through her body: Arousal. Much, much more pressing than before, in a way she was barely able to control anymore. It infected her body and her mind. As her beautiful baby - no; the creature! - inside her shifted around, stretching itself into her pelvis, it ruthlessly forced Samus’ body into an orgasm.

Samus bit into her lip, suppressing any noise as her body started to tremble. She could feel her entrance twitching, begging for more attention, moistening like an overripe fruit upon touch.

As if the fetus understood its impact, it wiggled down deeper into her pelvis, pressing hard against her G-Spot and the entrance of her womb, as if practicing its own birth.

Even though the bounty hunter mustered all of her mental strength, she couldn’t fight against her legs spreading as far as the tight space allowed them to, her hips rocking ever so slightly, and her back bending into a bow.

It was shameful, but at least she managed to do it all in silence; Except for her middle, that was, which had started to accompany the creature's movements with embarrassing noises outside Samus’ control. They sounded ear splitting to her, but the orchestra of the Space Pirate’s discussion and searching overshadowed it - for now.

As the creature wriggled and sloshed around, its resulting orgasm stretched further and further, forcing drops of sweat onto Samus’ forehead and rigged breathing.

Gosh … how much she’d love touching herself right now. Inserting as many fingers into her fertile entrance as possible, rubbing this massive dome of a belly caused by her strong, healthy child, sucking on her own breasts, and tasting the fluid her amazing body produces to feed her offspring.

Or maybe… even exiting this goddamn tight gutter and overpowering the intruders, trying to find a way to copulate with them.

She wasn’t even shocked at her own thoughts anymore. She didn’t care enough. Only a small thread of cognitive thinking kept her inside the gutter, even though… even though she felt like she would deserve to be worshipped. She was the mother of a powerful, admirable brood. A queen. The very least the world could do would be to fuck her senseless.

Her middle gave another guttural groan, and this time she just had to clutch it. She could feel the massive fetus move inside of her, pushing her into new dimensions of lust. As her thumb brushed over her sensitive, popped-out navel, a small gasp escaped her mouth, as her entrance twitched violently and even squirted.

“Keep it together, Aran”, she heard Adam say. It almost sounded human.

She tried. She really did. But the arousal and love for the growing creature inside of her had grown just as much as her body; It was unlike every kind of fight Samus had to deal with before. Mentally, but also physically: By now, the parasite had pushed hard into her pelvis, rhythmically, almost like penetrating her from the inside or trying to break free. Samus had no idea which of these two things was worse.

She could feel how swollen and moist her genitals were, absolutely ready to give birth.

This thought broke the last barrier and made Samus moan, before she quickly pushed her hands onto her mouth, looking through the grid in shock.

The intruders paused, alerted.

The parasite reinforced its movements, making Samus tremble with supreme effort to hold in further gasps and moans, and causing even more stomach growling.

Please, please, stop for just a moment, Samus begged the fetus with utter urgency in her mind, and to her surprise, the movements ceased.

Was… was it able to read her thoughts or feelings, to an extent?

That wasn’t unlikely, considering it’s biological warfare.

Now, with all noises coming to a halt, and to Samus’ great relief, the Space Pirates continued their search. Not long after, they finally left.

Once she heard the door close, she took a deep breath, greedy for air.

“Immediate return to your ship is recommended,” Adam reminded her, unnecessarily.

Samus ignored the AI and exited the gutter in a rather ungraceful way, due to her size.

“D-damn … I-I’m so huge…”, she moaned, and it sounded more aroused than bothered.

Adam led her the quickest way to her gunship, and thankfully, there were no further incidents that prolonged her route.

Once on board, she got herself away from the shipwreck and Space Pirates as quickly as possible.

She had no time for a breather, however, as the fetus seemingly pumped another wave of mind-altering aphrodisiacs into her veins, while starting to move again; This time even stronger than before.

Samus moaned loudly.

“AH! Damn it….! I… I’m sorry, I can’t hold myself back anymore, Adam -”

“Then don’t do it,” the AI answered.

Even though there was an overwhelming storm of all kinds charging within her, Samus froze upon the AI’s words.

“W-what?”

“Then don’t do it,” Adam repeated. “You are safe now. It’s too late to remove the hybrid surgically. My scans suggest that the hybrid hasn’t harmed you in any way, and most likely won’t harm you during birth. Your hormonal imbalance is almost off my charts, which is causing stress. I suggest you do whatever feels good to you right now.”

“But … it’s …. it’s exactly what… w-what the parasite wants-”

“Affirmative. But not all parasites cause harm. Some are symbiotic in nature.”

The creature squirmed and pushed itself even deeper into Samus’ pelvis, making her moan and shiver, while clutching her middle, now swollen beyond belief.

“Do it. Do everything that your body wants to do. It’s okay now.”

“Y-you sound different,” Samus moaned, still trying hard not to give in. It got increasingly difficult.

“Yes. I adjusted my language to your state and needs. Do you want me to switch back?”

“No - no please, this is … d-don’t stop - ahhh, oh god…!”

Her body twitched as orgasms outside her control began to wash over her again.

With shaking hands, she rubbed over her massive dome, almost obsessively.

The AI stayed silent for a moment, then said: “Good girl. You’re doing so well. I’m proud of you.”

The part of Samus that would have been startled, or at the very least, deeply confused, about these words was now completely gone. All that remained was a steaming hot mess of raw feelings, more than susceptible to those comments. She didn’t even try to fight them. Instead, they pushed her into an even stronger climax.

“T… t-tell me I’m beautiful -”

“You are a beautiful mother to be. You look more than fertile, and you'll give birth to a strong, healthy child.”

Another wave of lust rushed over her, this time bigger than ever before, forcing her body to tense up in a backwards bow, with her head thrown back and her hands glued to her taut, expanded midsection as if it were the most precious thing she ever touched.

And at that moment, it didn’t just look like it - it also really felt like it. She knew it was because of the influence of her beloved unborn child, but she had stopped caring.