Fen Update Note: Still reviewing. Latest reading project is a 170+ page expansion for Mirrin. Almost caught the last submissions from the end of 2018.

By: TheLetterB
Tags: F/F, Cunnilingus, Tribbing, Power Bottoming, Mind Control, Hyper Breasts, Role Reversal

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It had been a couple of days since the U.G.C. had intercepted that one shipment of slaves bound for known pirate territory.

They had received an anonymous tip from someone claiming to have been to the asteroid known as ‘Zheng Shi’ that a ship containing slaves bound for the pirate base would be at a very specific set of coordinates.  And it was true: an unmarked cargo ship was in the area, travelling in that direction, and onboard were more than three dozen captured slaves of all races, from humans to Ausar to Saurmorian and everything in between, detained and placated by their Slyveren captives.

Last Avery heard, the U.G.C. were still sorting out the slaves and helping them get back to their home territories.  She, meanwhile, had the ‘pleasure’ of processing the Slyveren.

Sometimes, she felt like she should consider it a gift: you’d think being a guardswoman in a place like Gastigoth would be full of tension and drama.  It’s a prison! That alone should be enough to make some of the more hardened veterans balk at the idea of working there. But Gastigoth wasn’t just any prison – it was a space station, meant to detain only the most hardened of criminals!  Even if one of them got out of their cells, where would they escape to?

But that was just it.  Gastigoth was an impenetrable bubble of a prison: once you’re in, you’re not getting out.  None of the inmates had the balls to try anything untoward, and even if they did, the prison had… methods to keep them docile.  You had the occasional rough-houser, of course, but generally they were all either too smart, or too doped up, to try anything stupid.

It made being a guardswoman at such a high-profile prison boring.  Can you imagine that?  Being a prison guard was boring!

Luckily, she had the ‘pleasure’ of booking the Slyveren that had been detained in the raid.  It was a break from the monotony, maybe, but it was also paperwork. And none of them even put up a fight.

There was one Slyveren in particular that Avery kept thinking about, though.

The Slyveren race consisted entirely of ‘hermaphrodites with feminine characteristics.’  Which is to say, every single Slyveren had an hourglass figure and tits out to Uveto. When she processed her new Slyveren inmates, though – which included fun group activities like dressing down and getting sprayed with a firehose – she couldn’t help but notice that none of the Slyveren had anything extra.  The thing that makes a creature a hermaphrodite. Absolutely zero big, swingin’ dicks to be found among the lot of them.

Also, something about them having psionic aptitudes, but that just sounded like fantasy gobbledegook to her.

During those group activities, though, there was one Slyveren that had caught her eye.  She had deep gold eyes with thin, vertical slits for pupils; deep black scales, from the top of her head to her ankles, and what appeared to be tribal tattoos all over her body.  Tattoos like hers weren’t unusual for Slyveren, although they were usually bright and garish, whereas this one’s were more subdued and subtle in order to blend into her naturally-dark scales, ranging from dull greys to deep purples.  It was like she was one of those puzzles that if you stared at it long enough, you’d be able to see shapes in it – it was like she wanted to be gawked at and studied, like she wanted everyone’s eyes on her, but she wasn’t asking for it the same way every other Slyveren was.

Those were all noteworthy enough, sure.  But what this one Slyveren had in particular that the others didn’t were massive breasts.  Breasts that could feed a small, starving village.  Breasts so large that just one would need three pairs of hands to support it.  Breasts that, if you fell for her trap and tried to stare at her, they would stare back.  And to counterbalance breasts that large, she had a tail so big that it weighed probably as much as she did by itself.

The papers said she went by the name Natihya, but now her designation is just a couple numbers.  Avery had taken to calling her ‘Numbers’ because Natihya was too exotic a name for her to put the effort into pronouncing – but, if she were honest, the name Natihya was just as difficult to forget as the rest of her.

Most of Gastigoth’s guard system was automated, which meant that the prison didn’t need more than one guard per cell block.  Avery never felt she was in danger, though. Quite the opposite: if any of the inmates so much as approached the door to their cell too quickly, they’d get a quick zap from any of the prison’s defense systems, and Lord help any of them if they threw a punch while they were being escorted somewhere.

So, Avery often felt large and in charge during her patrols, and she let the inmates know it.  She’d taunt, she’d spit, she’d insult and goad. She only ever had one particularly ornery inmate lash out at her, and after the cell’s automated ‘deterrence systems’ kicked in, giving him a toasty shock through his body, he never tried again.  He wasn’t as much fun after that.

And she’d do it a lot to Natihya in particular.

Avery was doing one of her hourly rounds through her block of the prison, and because she was the one that processed the Slyveren, they were all kept in her block to watch.  There was something of a pep in her step when she approached Natihya’s cell. That Slyveren was her most fun inmate she had in months: she’d go up to Natihya’s cell, bang on the door, and then find something else to mock the snake-woman about.  It was pretty easy, after all.

Every cell was fairly cramped, especially for a Slyveren with endowments as large as Natihya’s.  Three walls with no windows (not that there’s much to look at in outer space). The fourth wall, the one facing the walkway, wasn’t so much a ‘wall’ as it was a clear layer of malleable glass.  Any guard could touch the wall from the outside, and an inmate could lean against it on the inside, but any amount of sudden force would be met in kind – some bigger, burlier inmates would always think they could shoulder-check through the glass, and they’d be lucky if all they got were a zap and some broken shoulders.

Guards could pinch their fingers against a spot on the wall and pull them away, like they were magnifying something on their Codex, and it would open a hole in the glass for anything to pass through, a function mostly used to pass through food trays or to cuff inmates before they were brought out.

“And how are we doing tonight, Numbers?” Avery asked, pounding her baton against the metal door of the cell.  The crack of her weapon reverberated through the cell block, and she heard a grunt from across the way from an inmate trying to nap.

Natihya lay curled up on her bed, her head against the pillow, facing away from Avery.  Her tail coiled around herself several times, almost like a blanket, but it was so big that it draped over the side of the bed, and its added weight caused the bed to sag.  Still, at the sound of her name, she perked herself up and looked over her shoulder.

“Good afternoon, Officer Avery,” she said, her voice coming out in a quiet, almost sensual hiss.

Good afternoon, Officer Avery, Avery mockingly thought to herself.

Natihya sat up.  It was a laborious action: she had to flex her arms and her back to support her fucking massive rack as she got up from the bed.  She spent a lot of her time lying down because of just how heavy her breasts were.  They jiggled and jostled when she sat herself upright and stretched her arms. They didn’t make inmate uniforms in her size – her custom order was still out, so she was forced to go topless until it arrived.  She wasn’t even wearing a top when she was initially captured. The only thing keeping her otherwise decent were standard-issue (if wide in the hip) orange trousers, the lower-half of the uniform.

Avery couldn’t help but be a little jealous.  She was a B-cup – nothing to be ashamed of! Breast size wasn’t everything, and she had an easy enough time scoring anyone she wanted with her looks and her charm.  But all the same, Natihya was simply hogging too much boob for herself. If Avery had half of what Natihya had, she’d never be lonely again.

“You stupid fucking snake,” Avery said, completely unbidden.  Her eyes narrowed on Natihya’s, then at her massive, jiggling boobs.  “Look at you. I bet you couldn’t outrun an obese child chasing a chocolate cake.  I bet you weigh more than a Galotian after a Liberation Day orgy on New Texas.” She sniffs.  “I bet you’re as dumb as one, too.”

There was something about Natihya’s stink in particular.  The other Slyveren didn’t smell like much of anything (not that she noticed), but Natihya must have had a hormone working on overdrive or something.  Avery hated it because smelling it just reminded her of Natihya, but it was an addictive smell. It was like huffing exhaust fumes. It’s bad for you, but you can’t help but get just one more.

It wasn’t unusual chiding for either of them.  Avery often stopped at Natihya’s cell specifically to come up with some new, imaginative way to chastise her and her body.  And Natihya often just went with it.

“You’re probably right, officer,” Natihya answered.  She didn’t move from her bed.

“You know why you got caught, Numbers?”

She put her scaly thumb underneath her chin – her arm sinking into her enormous cleavage as she did so – and hummed.  “Because we were ratted out, I think?”

“No, Numbers, I meant you.  Why you got caught.”

Natihya thought about it some more.  “Because I was on the ship when it was raided?”

“You’re putting in the effort to think, Numbers.  Keep it up.” Avery drew her baton across the light wall, making it to ripple in response, almost like water.  “You got caught because of those big, fat tits of yours. I mean, look at them.”

Natihya looked down at her massive breasts, just as she was instructed.  Her eyes widened as if she only just realized how big they were.

“I thought you were a pirate.  How do you expect to put up any fights, or do any running, if those beanbag chairs are weighing you down?”

Natihya shrugged her shoulders and let her eyes roam around her tiny cell.  She had an average frame, but her tits and her tail together made her bigger than half the whole thing.  “I don’t think they kept me around because I was good with a weapon, officer.” She ran both her hands over her bust, her fingers digging into the soft scales and leaving tiny marked trails across them.  “I think they kept me around because I had big, fat tits.”

“It’s a miracle your operation lasted as long as it did, then.  Look at you,” she said again, pointing at the Slyveren with the point of her baton.  “Why they wouldn’t just have those grafted you to some higher-up’s dick for you to busy yourself with all hours of the day instead of on their ‘trade ships’ is beyond me.”  She sniffs. “And I bet that’s where you’d rather be right now, am I right, Numbers? On your knees, with your tits on some asshole’s lap for him to fuck?”

“Maybe,” she giggles.  “It sounds like a better time than this cell.  The only thing I have to fuck my tits in here is my own tail.

Avery tch’d at her, slamming the tip of her baton against the metal door once more.  “You’re useless.”

“Am I?” Natihya asked, her eyes wide and crooked on Avery, like she just had her heart broken.  “I always just wanted to do a good job, officer. They always told me I was doing a good job on that ship.”

Avery laughs once in disbelief.  “Doing what?” she asks loudly. “Giving the real workers a fat nipple to suck whenever they got thirsty?”

“The slaves, actually,” she answered.

The other Slyveren in their cells began to shift.  The ones across the way approached their doors, leaning on the glass to watch what was happening, while the ones on the same stretch as Natihya pressed themselves closer to her own, trying to listen in.

“Whenever they got a good look at me, they would usually fall over themselves to get a piece.  Some of the tougher slaves would hold out, but once they had a taste, they’d be pretty easy to control.”  She smiled and hefted her two enormous breasts, looking down at them with the sort of affection a parent would give a child.

Avery couldn’t help but imagine it.  It wasn’t so difficult to imagine giving up something for a minute or two with Natihya and her rack – but slavery?  Nobody wants to be a slave, that’s the whole point!  But to give up everything just for a suck on those massive Slyveren tits?

She could see maybe giving Natihya a couple hundred credits, like any base whore.  Maybe in exchange for a favour or something. But that’s an entire life they’d be giving up!  How could they possibly be worth that?  Would it be their taste? The feel and texture of having a nipple that big and fat against their tongue?

Avery hadn’t realized it was a few moments since she said anything.  “You’re bluffing,” she answered, her mouth drier than she realized. “I can’t imagine anybody doing something so stupid just to cop a feel.  What could you offer that they couldn’t get from any slut that had taken a dozen shots of Tittyblossom?”

At that, Natihya gracefully stood, hiding how much an effort it must take given how top-heavy she was.  The springs on the bed creaked loudly as they set back into place.

With just a few strides, Natihya was right up against the glass wall of her cell.  Her massive tits pressed against it, her nipples receding into her own flesh from the force.  They billowed against the glass until they obscured her torso down to her navel, and as high up as her collarbone.

Avery stood her ground, but she couldn’t help but feel… something, at the sight of those big, fat boobs pointed right at her.  Intimidation? Maybe that was it – Natihya was trying to intimidate her.

“Why don’t you find out?” Natihya asked, swaying her shoulders from side to side, her nipples dragging across the glass with loud, squeaky streaks.  “You’re better than all those dumb slaves, after all. You could probably give them a suck and see what the fuss is all about.”

Avery’s eyes couldn’t look away from the sight, but she stood steadfast against Natihya.  She wasn’t totally convinced. She’d need a bit more coaxing.

“You’ve been thinking about them a lot, haven’t you?” Natihya asked.  She hooked her hands underneath her breasts and lifted, pointing both her pitch-black nipples right at Avery’s face.  “I bet it’s been driving you crazy. I’ve noticed you staring.” She inhaled deeply through her nose, and then her tongue flit out to taste the air around her.  “I don’t mind when people stare, officer. I got the tattoos just so you’d give me a nice, hard… scrutinizing.”

Avery’s eyes went to Natihya’s for the first time since the whole display started.  They’re narrowed to slits in determination to not let this uppity Slyveren try and intimidate her – there was a certain fire burning behind them.

Natihya’s tongue flicked out again, and she smiled. She had captured Avery’s attention.

“I bet you think I’m trying to manipulate you, officer,” she cooed.  “I see the fight in your eyes. Those slaves that would give me a hard time, they had the same look about them.”  Natihya leaned heavier against the glass, her arms lifted up above her head. “You could go about your rounds, if you’d rather, but we’d just be here again in an hour.  You’ll give me some nonsense about being fat and stupid, and then I’ll invite you to have a taste, and then you’ll be off. I bet you don’t even remember doing this all an hour ago.”

Avery’s eyes widened in surprise.  “You’re bluffing,” she said again, louder and faster than before.  She wasn’t sure if she sounded sure – she wasn’t sure if she was sure.  Natihya was right that she had dominated her thoughts for the past few days, but… was that all it was?  Had they had this conversation before?

“Oh, yeah,” Natihya insisted, nodding her head vigorously enough to make her bust jiggle.  “It’s been going on for a couple of days now. You’d come to my cell, call me some names, and before either of us knew it, you’d be sucking on my titties like a thirsty woman in the desert for maybe twenty straight minutes.  Then you’d leave, finish your rounds, and we’d do it all again in the next hour.”

Avery licked her lips.

“But there’s something different about you this time, isn’t there?” Natihya continued, turning her face and closing one eye to scrutinize the prison guard.  “That fire in your eyes… it was never there before. I bet there’s no way you’d let yourself fall for that trap again. You’re too… in-control this time.”

The suggestion stirred in Avery’s head.  Yeah, she’s right!  It’s all a bluff, she thought to herself, a wry, confident smirk spreading on her face.  She’s full of shit.  I bet I could suck those fat tits clean and empty and then go about my business.  That’ll show that uppity snake bitch how in charge I am!

“Don’t you dare fucking move,” Avery said, her eyes narrowing with the sort of confidence a predator has before they strike for the kill.  She brought both her hands to the glass, her fingers pinched together, and then spread them apart, making a large, rectangular hole with rounded edges, right on top of Natihya’s breasts.

They both flopped freely into the air of the walkway, bouncing once underneath their own weight.  Her nipples, once pressed so tightly against the glass that they recessed into her own boob-flesh, jut and point almost accusatorily towards Avery, daring her to give them a suck.  It was another of Nitahya’s affronts to her as her guardswoman – one she wouldn’t stand for.

Avery didn’t waste any more time and leaned in, her mouth gaping open to suck in Natihya’s huge, fat left nipple while her left hand roughly and crudely groped and pressed at her right.  The flat of her tongue pressed aggressively against the button, giving it a wide lick, while her mouth compressed and sucked as much flesh as she could fit into her mouth.

Avery thought to bite, just to make Natihya know that she wasn’t one to be fucked with, but she decided against it.  She’d rather make Natihya moan – Avery could make her submit physically with a few whaps of her baton if she really wanted, but if she can get her to submit sexually, then she’ll have won this little engagement.  It would be worth more to her to bruise Natihya’s ego than to bruise her body.

And it seems like she was already gaining the upper-hand: as soon as she sucked that fat Slyveren nipple into her mouth and closed her pink lips around the snake-woman’s huge areola, Natihya couldn’t help but hiss and shiver in pleasure.  She thrust her chest into the hole in the glass, desperate to overtake Avery the only way she knew how. “Y-you’ll need to do better than that, Officer Avery,” she whimpered.

Avery laughed a devilish little laugh to herself through her mouthful of tit, knowing that she was winning.  She flicked and nibbled at the big, spongy nub in her mouth, twisting her head to one side so her lips pulled and twisted the swollen crest of her boob with her.  Avery had never had sex with another woman, but sucking Natihya’s breast felt rather natural, almost familiar to her – but of course it should! She was a woman herself, after all, and she knew how she wanted to be touched.  The Slyveren weren’t so different from humans in that way.

Before too long, she felt her lungs start to burn.  She had been so focused on subduing Natihya and she had made so much progress that she forgot to give herself a moment to breathe.  She disengaged, Natihya’s boob jiggling freely and Avery’s lips making a loud ‘pop’ in the otherwise still air of the prison block. But any moment of reprieve would be too much for this smug snake-woman.

Rather than dive right back in, or perhaps to the other nipple, Avery hugged the Slyveren’s enormous tits with both her arms, squeezing the cleavage together.  With the canyon of boob presented to her, she fell her face forward, scooching her body closer to the glass so she could sink shoulder-deep into Natihya’s breasts, and from there, she took deep breaths in, and deep breaths out, motorboating those scaly tits with everything she had.

Every deep breath in soaked her nostrils in Natihya’s scent – that damn smell that she hated, but couldn’t help but get another thick whiff of.  The smell was stronger than ever, face-deep into what must have been more than a foot of sheer cleavage, but it was worth it: her every exhale had Natihya shiver from her bald, scaly scalp to her ankles, and she actively fought not to touch herself.  Avery knew she was close to winning, and if it meant taking a few deep breaths of Slyveren musk, that’s what it meant.

She knew that Natihya would be putty in her hands soon, and to close the deal, she pulled back and took the other black nipple into her mouth, doing the same thing she did to its ‘sister.’  Her free hand flew to the boob she was just on, her open palm slapping onto the pointed nipple and her fingers curling possessively into the flesh, giving it a hard grope. When she couldn’t get any more suction, she released, then pressed her face into the fat boob and started again.

Natihya’s legs buckled at the knees (not that Avery could tell – all she could see was another spot on her scaly black titty that she needed to suck), and her breathing came out haggard and strained.  Her thick, heavy tail thrashed harshly enough behind her to make a racket as it slammed into the floor again and again

“A-alright, Avery, I surrender,” Natihya says, managing to collect herself, but only a little.  “I… I can’t stand it anymore! I had underestimated humans and their skills!” Her fingers curl into fists against the glass, and they shake, trying to keep their strength to prevent her from collapsing.  “All it took was a f-few minutes of you sucking my tits, and I’m nothing but a stupid snake b-bimbo in your hands. Stop already!”

An idea sprouted in Avery’s head at that very moment.  Sure, Natihya just admitted that she’s the lesser between the two (as it should be), but… well, since when did she ever trust a word out of Natihya’s mouth?  She was a slave driver.  Of course she’d say anything she could to get out of trouble.

And besides, Natihya just failed to address her by her proper title.  She won’t take that sort of disrespect. She needs to break Natihya.

Avery pulled away, a strand of saliva connecting her to the big nipple she had just been sucking; she licked her lips, snapping the strand, and she placed her hand on the areola, giving herself two big handfuls of boob to grope.  She got a good look at Natihya – the Slyveren’s eyes were narrowed and her lips were curled downward, distressed and desperate to get to the end of the encounter as quickly as she could.

“On the bed, you fat-tittied cow,” Avery demanded, shoving Natihya’s boobs through the square opening.  The push took Natihya by surprise, and she struggled to keep from falling over her own massive tail, but, luckily, the bed wasn’t too far behind her.  Avery shut the window, and the glass retook its full, undisturbed frame.

Avery pressed the back of her wrist against a receiver next to the door to Natihya’s cell, which prompted a number pad to project onto the metal of the door.  She punched in a six-digit number, confirming that it was her, and the electric lock on the door slid out of place, allowing her to open it.

And open it she did, with a sort of strength she rarely felt the need to present in front of the other inmates.  She stormed into the cell, stepping over Natihya’s squirming tail, and planted herself right between the Slyveren’s spread legs.

There was a damp, damn-near dripping, black patch, staining the orange uniform.  That same Slyveren stink wafted up between them unimpeded, assaulting her nose, thick enough that she could taste it.  “Undress, inmate,” she commanded.

Natihya, hands shaking with fear (obviously, as far as Avery was concerned), quickly undid her trousers, peeling them down her smooth, wide hips and pooling them around her ankles.  Her puffy, scaly, black pussy winked and dripped in front of Avery, swollen with need.

She didn’t waste any time putting the Slyveren in her place, and she accomplished that by sinking to her own knees and planting her dry-but-excited mouth against the wet of her spongy gash.  Her lips folded around Natihya’s vulva naturally, and her tongue surged forth, her tip seeking out every little drop of overexcited dew the snake-woman had been building up the past few minutes.  She was maybe a little noisy, with her tongue wetly thrusting back and forth into the snake’s box, collecting every drop she could before swallowing it down, but Natihya’s mewling moans, broadcasting her sexual submission to her superior, were far louder.

All of Avery’s senses were inundated with everything Natihya.  All she could see were the black scales of the snake-woman’s belly unconscionably tensing and clenching, trying to fight back a fierce orgasm.  All she could hear were the sound of her tongue rapidly fucking Natihya’s cunt, her mouth swallowing everything it brought in, and the pathetic moans of her inmate bouncing off the cell’s walls.  All she could smell was that fucking stink that Natihya gave off, more powerful than ever with her nose pressed tightly against her throbbing wet clit – at this rate, she doubt she’ll ever be able to smell anything else, but it’ll all be worth it.  All she could taste was Natihya and her sex, throbbing into her mouth and against her tongue, clinging onto her whenever she thrust in and coating her buds in more of that distinct Natihya sensation; it was like her stink had condensed into a liquid right inside her mouth.

But all Avery could feel was power.  Power that she had subdued this uppity snake bitch.  That she had asserted herself until Natihya submitted to her, mind and body.  Avery knew, from this point forward, that if Natihya ever stepped out of line, all she needed was to pull down her pants and start fucking her with her tongue.  She could do it anywhere – here in the cell; out in the court; in the mess hall; it didn’t matter. Hell, a part of her hoped Natihya would pull something stupid in public, just so she could demonstrate to all the other inmates that she could tame anyone, anywhere.  She even started to not mind the smell of her snake musk – if having total, unequivocal control over Natihya meant eating her pussy out every day, anytime, anywhere, then that’s what it meant.

Natihya’s thighs clenched in pleasure around Avery’s head, and she came.  Avery accepted everything that happened – the gush of her Slyveren juices into her mouth; the tightening of her legs around her head; the weak moans escaping her throat, singing to anyone that would listen – because it meant that Natihya was defeated.  Every drop of her Slyveren cunt-juices that she drank was just another part of herself that she was surrendering to Avery. Every drop that she wore on her face was a badge to all who would look that she had totally, unquestionably tamed Natihya. And every one of Natihya’s many orgasms after the fact was just further submission.

“Okay, okay!” Natihya hollered after the fifth consecutive orgasm under Avery’s masterful tongue, her hands pounding into the mattress again and again as she tried to tap out.  “Please, stop! Stop before you do anything you might regret!”

Avery stopped, but not for the reason Natihya was expecting.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Numbers?” she asked, her eyes narrowing dangerously on the Slyveren’s.  Natihya’s pussy juices dripped from her chin onto the floor between them. “Is that a threat?”

Natihya reeled, her eyes wide in panic (obviously).  Her heart was beating so hard that it made her entire fat chest bounce and ripple.  “I,” she stuttered, trying to find her words. “What I mean is–”

“Choose your words carefully, Numbers.  I know all you can think about is your big fucking tits, but try and remember who’s in charge, here.”

Natihya gulped loudly, her hands clenching onto the bedsheets in fear (obviously).  “I just meant that… if you get carried away and fuck me, to really put me in my place… you might–”

“I might, might I, Numbers?” Avery asked.  She bolted upright, her hands furiously working at her belt and zipper at her pants.  “It seems someone doesn’t quite get who between us is in a position to negotiate.”

“But…!”

“Shut the fuck up, Natihya,” Avery snapped, her hand reaching out to slap at the fat of Natihya’s enormous left tit, making it and its ‘sister’ jiggle from the force.  With a flump, her pants come undone, pooling around her knees on the floor, followed by her white, wet panties; with a bit of shuffling, they’re kicked away too, leaving her totally pants-less, just like the Slyveren.  “It’s time you learned just how stupid you are. Nobody threatens me, least of all someone like you.”

With some dexterity, Avery hooked her right leg around Natihya’s waist, and she wormed her left underneath Natihya’s right.  It was a bit difficult with their positions, but she wasn’t about to tell Natihya to get up and move – Natihya will have sex with her, just to get it through her stupid lizard brain once and for all that there is nothing she can threaten her with.

Avery could feel the wet heat of Natihya’s pussy breathe against her own sopping wet gash as they came together.  She hesitated for only a second, savouring the look on Natihya’s face: her teeth biting into her lower lip, and her breathing halted, and her hips quivering, all in fear (obviously).

She pressed forward, her human cunt against Natihya’s Slyveren pussy.  That was it. If this didn’t get it through to Natihya who between them deserved to be in charge, it was this.

The wet slaps of their hips pushing and meshing together bounced off the cell walls and out the open door, into the open block for all the other Slyveren to hear: she had been conquered, and each of them might just be next.

Her hands went to Avery’s massive tits, groping and holding them for support, as she bumped and ground her pussy into the Slyveren’s.  Avery had never had sex with another woman, but pressing her pussy against Natihya’s admittedly-soft, hot, welcoming pussy felt like the most natural thing in the world to her – but of course it should!  She was a woman herself, after all. If she were the one to get railed by another woman, this is obviously how she’d want it done to her.

She kept her eyes on Natihya, making sure to never break her gaze, no matter how much she wanted to watch those fat tits of hers bounce with every heavy thrust she made against the Slyveren’s body.  She kept her eyes on those deep golden irises of hers, and Natihya stared back, her teeth nibbling into her bottom lip and her feminine gasps slipping from her mouth every now and again.

Avery wanted Natihya to remember this.  She wanted Natihya to remember where they were when she submitted, and she wanted her to remember what they were doing.  She wanted Natihya to remember her steely expression, and the way her pussy juices – evidence of her submission – still dripped from her face.  This is what a conqueror looked like.

For Avery, it was never really about getting herself off.  Sure, she was horny as fuck, who wouldn’t be after everything that’s happened?  She was soaking wet when she pulled herself out of her pants. But it was about proving her place between them.  Natihya went on about being able to break her slaves just by giving them a taste of her enormous tits, and she just proved not only to her, but to every Slyveren in the block, that not only could she get a big mouthful of those big, delicious tits of hers and come out unscathed, but she could eat her out and fuck her until she submitted without so much as breaking a sweat.

That sort of display was hot.  The total control she had over every Slyveren in her block was sexy.  She could feel her own orgasm approach in a hurry.

“Guh,” Natihya choked out in between Avery’s strong, insistent thrusts.  From the way she was breathing and the way she was trying to meet Avery halfway with every thrust, she was getting close herself.

“We,” she gasped out, her eyes always on Avery’s, “we Slyveren… we’re hermaphrodites, Avery!”

She decided to let that one go.  They’re both kind of in the heat of a moment, after all.  “I’m sure,” she answered back, clapping her cunt against Natihya’s in one particularly rough thrust, reminding her that she does indeed not have a cock.

“No, I mean…!” she gasped out, trying to formulate her words.  “I’m ovulating, and this is… how we…!”

At that moment, Avery felt something jab at her pussy, where she was connected with Natihya.  It was smooth and gentle, but insistent with every push. It caused her to stop just long enough to see what it is.

She looked between them, and there, poking out from Natihya’s cunt, was the arc of a smooth, white eggshell, trying to eject itself into her.  Now that they were ‘properly’ fucking, her egg’s been coaxed out, and would likely transfer into her womb on Natihya’s orgasm. Her own orgasm would probably suck it deeper into her, like it would try to suck down the cum from a cock.

She would interbreed.  With Natihya. If they both came like this, they would cross a line that could never be uncrossed.  Avery’s eyes trailed back up to Natihya’s golden irises, wide with hope that she wouldn’t go through with it (obviously).

Avery couldn’t believe her luck.

“I’m having this kid, Natihya,” she said huskily as she resumed her rampant fucking, spurred with a greater purpose than to just make Natihya submit to her.  “Consider yourself lucky. Our kid will have my superior genes in them.”

Natihya hissed through clenched teeth, her fists balled into the bedsheets until their scales turned white – but Natihya, perhaps finally coming to her senses that Avery was indeed her superior, and that Avery would give her the strongest offspring she could ask for, increased her reciprocal humping, eager to bring them both to an orgasm and complete the impregnation.

Now that Avery thought about it, why should she stop with Natihya?

She had successfully quelled this big-tittied, arrogant snake woman and made her submit so thoroughly that she willingly wants to impregnate her superior.  Avery didn’t give the other Slyveren much attention, but surely none of them have better attitudes – they’re all slavers, after all.

She’d be doing the universe a favour by subduing them one-by-one.  When she was done with Natihya, she’d go to the next snake-woman and repeat every single action until she too cried out in total submission.  And she’d repeat until she had fucked all of them into behaving.

She imagined being on her knees, surrounded by twelve or more Slyveren women, each of them on full display.  She’d eat them out, one by one, until they all sequentially admitted that she was their better. With every orgasm, she’d wear more Slyveren girlcum on her face until it dripped down her chest as proof of their absolute submission to her.

She imagined fucking each of the Slyveren, one by one, until each of them gave her their eggs.  Why stop at one halfbreed with her genes? She’d cram as many eggs as she could into her womb, until she was positively gravid with them, and she’d give birth to every single one: a strong, healthy, Slyveren-Human halfbreed.

And when she had subjugated every single Slyveren in the prison, she’d take them all onto her personal ship, and she’d force them to point her towards their primary base of operations, where she’d find all the other Slyveren hiding, and she’d repeat the process for every.  Single. One.

She wouldn’t be just the Slyveren conqueror.  She’d be their queen.  She would fuck every single Slyveren in existence if she had to.

If having absolute, unshaking control over the universe’s entire Slyveren population meant that she got on her knees and ate out, and then got knocked up by, every last one of them, then that’s what that meant.

Her vision of her future as the Slyveren queen was more than enough to send her over the edge.  She came harder than she ever had before. Her hands dug into Natihya’s boobs, and her body shook from scalp to sole.  Her abs crunched and her back arched. Every hair she had on her body stood on end. She could hear her cum splash against Natihya’s cunt.

And Natihya was clenching and shaking beneath her, just as enthralled, perhaps sharing Avery’s vision of her being a perfect broodmother for her race.  And just as Natihya had said, and just as Avery had hoped, the egg protruding from Natihya’s cunt slipped from herself, lodging tightly into Avery’s pussy.  It was sucked into herself, gliding along her vaginal muscles, as it travelled towards her tummy; Avery thought that she might feel some discomfort as it passed through her cervix and into her womb, but she felt little more than a little extra weight and what felt like a blockage inside her being cleared away, almost like a sneeze inside her womb.

Natihya collapsed, her thrashing tail finally going still underneath her exhausted body.  Her tongue lolled from her mouth and she panted like a dog that had run a marathon during a summer’s day.  Her eyes were crossed and unfocused. But, through it all, she wore a smile on her face – proof of her total acquiescence to Avery and her sexual superiority (obviously).

But Avery’s work was only just beginning.  She had a mission now. And it started with her prison block.  

She shakily stood and made her way to the door to Natihya’s cell, still wide open, on wobbly legs.  She didn’t bother putting her pants back on, they would only get in her way. When she left Natihya’s cell, she left the door ajar, so confident she was that the uppity snake bitch had been tamed and that she wouldn’t try anything funny.

Avery rounded the corner and took a few steps down the walkway until she was in front of the next cell.  Through the glass she could see another Slyveren, this one with pink scales and brown irises. Their eyes met, and the pink Slyveren’s narrowed in already-conceded submission (obviously).

Nonetheless, Avery needed to make sure her work was thorough.  She pressed the back of her wrist to the door to the cell, and punched her six-digit verification number into the number pad.  Like before, she flung the door open with a display of raw, sexual urgency that she didn’t need to display before today.

She eyed the pink Slyveren’s body from top to bottom, her eyes settling on the snake woman’s spread crotch.  A damp, dark, wet spot had formed between her legs. The stink of a horny Slyveren permeated the cell.

“Undress, inmate.”