Rollo's awareness came back in gasps, like a drowning man breaking surface only to be shoved under again.
First was the pressure—someone straddling him, and not gently. His eyes opened to a wash of light, so bright it stabbed. He blinked hard. Above him, a shadow resolved into shape: blue-violet skin gleaming with sweat, white hair streaming behind, and those eyes, so black and deep they ate the rest of the world. Kami.
She was riding him.
No. Not riding—consuming. Every movement was desperate and wild, as if she were trying to hammer him through the bed and into the core of whatever planet or ship this was. Her hips crashed down, grinding, relentless. She had both hands on his chest, fingers dug into the muscle so deep he wondered if she meant to rip out a handful. Her breasts—he couldn't stop looking—were moving in time with the rhythm, beads of sweat running off her nipples and falling onto his skin, burning like battery acid.
He tried to move. Nothing. His body belonged to her, and she wasn't giving it back.
She looked down at him, lips peeled back in a smile that was all animal, then leaned low, hair sweeping over his face like static. Her voice was inside his skull, not just in his ears.
"You adapt well," she purred. "Most break by now."
He wanted to scream. He wanted to push her off, to shove his hands over his junk and curl up until all the sensation faded. But his arms were frozen at his sides, his legs straight and useless, his whole self pinned and twitching. All he could do was feel.
She slammed down again, and he felt his cock get gripped by something impossible: tight, wet, moving with him, but also flexing in ways no human vagina ever could. It pulsed and contracted, drawing him in deeper with each thrust, draining the fight out of him. Each time he thought he might pass out, the pressure on his chest ramped up, keeping him awake, hurting him just enough to spark him back to life.
"Please," he managed. It was just a breath, barely sound.
She licked the sweat off his jaw, slow and deliberate. "No."
He couldn't cry, so his body shook instead. Every nerve ending screamed.
Something shifted inside him. A deep, cold crack running from the base of his skull to the bottom of his spine. His tattoos—black lines he'd gotten to feel like a badass in juvie—started itching, burning, then writhing under the skin. He watched as the ink spread, spiderwebbing across his chest and arms, the edges glowing faint blue-white. He was breaking. Kami saw it and rode harder.
Then the system message hit, bright and absolute behind his eyes:
[🔔 SYSTEM BREACH DETECTED]
[Merging With Entity: KAMI]
[Trait: Lust Catalyst Activated]
[+2 Strength, +5 Pleasure Resistance, Kami Sync: 4%]
He tried to scream again, but it came out as a strangled groan. Every nerve fired at once, the pleasure hot and raw, mixed with panic. It hurt, and it felt good, and the confusion made it worse. Kami slammed down again, pinning his hips to the slab. Her inner muscles flexed, drawing him deeper.
Her mouth went to his neck. She bit, hard enough to leave marks, and then sucked at the blood welling there.
"Good boy," she whispered, voice muffled by flesh. "Don't pass out yet. You haven't evolved enough."
He couldn't take it. His body locked, then trembled, then arched in one huge, involuntary spasm. He was coming—harder than he ever had, harder than seemed possible. The pressure in his pelvis went white-hot, then cold, then white again.
He felt her take it, drinking him, squeezing every pulse out of him until there was nothing left.
She didn't stop. Didn't even slow down. If anything, she moved faster now, using him as a tool, a resource, a thing to mine for everything he had.
Another message stabbed his mind:
[SYSTEM WARNING: BIO-MODIFICATION IN PROGRESS]
[Alien Organs Forming]
[Dual-Channel Interface... Initiating]
He felt something new, something wrong, in his crotch. There was tearing, splitting, but not of flesh—of identity. His dick, still deep inside her, burned with a strange, chemical cold. Then something next to it began to grow. He looked down, horrified, and saw a second shaft pushing out, right alongside the first, skin stretching and separating like a zipper. The new cock was smooth, hairless, blue-tinted, with lines of light running down the shaft. It pulsed as it grew, flexing with each of Kami's downward thrusts.
She saw it and howled with pleasure, her nails raking across his nipples until they bled. The new organ throbbed, fully hard in seconds. Both of them were inside her now, and she adjusted, using the muscles of her alien pelvis to squeeze and stroke both shafts at once.
"Yes," she said, voice gone guttural. "YES. You're becoming mine."
Rollo wanted to die. But the pleasure kept coming, wave after wave, each one stronger than the last. He could feel the new cock as if it had always been there, every nerve live and raw. Kami rode harder, faster, until the bed beneath him cracked and reformed to match the violence.
Her face changed as she neared her own climax: eyes glowing blue, mouth open wide, fangs bared. She threw her head back and screamed, a sound that filled the chamber and made his bones vibrate. Rollo's vision blurred, but he couldn't pass out. The system held him on the edge, forcing him to experience every second.
When she finally came, her whole body shuddered, then convulsed. Her inner walls clamped down, milking both cocks until he thought the skin would split. She bit down on his neck again, hard, drinking from him as her own fluids gushed and steamed.
The world exploded.
[SYSTEM UPGRADE COMPLETE]
[Bioform: HARTMANN/KAMI Hybrid]
[Dual-Channel Output: 100%]
[Immune to Standard Lethality Protocols]
[Seed Capacity: ∞]
[Sync: 12% and rising]
He tried to scream, but only drool came out. He was spent, but also vibrating with a new, terrifying energy. His skin was still alive with fire, every inch hyper-sensitive. Kami collapsed forward, still inside him, her body shivering in aftershocks. She kissed his chest, licked the sweat and blood, then laughed—a full, delighted sound.
"Perfect," she said, running her fingers over both cocks, still hard and leaking. "You're finally ready."
The room flashed bright, then red, then black. He felt himself begin to dissolve, the boundaries between flesh and thought gone.
Then, just before darkness claimed him, another message:
[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST OVERLOAD IMMINENT]
[Stabilizing...]
[RESTART IN: 00:00:01]
Everything went white again.
He woke on the floor, gasping, shivering, covered in sweat and something thicker. The tattoos now glowed across his chest and arms, strange runes mixed with the old designs. He was naked, hard, both cocks still pulsing, still dripping. Kami stood over him, naked too, her skin streaked with his blood and hers.
She crouched, pulling him up by the chin.
"Can you stand?" she asked. "You'll need to. There's more to do, and not much time."
Rollo tried to answer, but his throat was raw.
She grinned, then kissed him—deep, tongue searching. He tasted metal, ozone, his own blood.
"Don't worry," she said. "It gets easier."
She put his hand around his new cock, then squeezed both in her palm, milking the last drops of fluid from the tips.
"Come," she said, and pulled him to his feet.
He followed, shuddering with every step. The room was gone—replaced with a corridor of shifting blue glass and alien light. His body felt huge, heavy, every movement electric. He kept expecting to pass out, but never did. Kami led, hips swaying, her scent leaving a trail he couldn't help but follow.
Down the corridor, the floor vibrated with alarms. Voices—machine and not—echoed off the walls.
[INTRUDER DETECTED]
[PRIORITY: HARTMANN]
[CONTAINMENT FAILURE: LEVEL 3]
Kami didn't even glance back.
She stopped at a door, slammed a palm to it, and it dissolved. Inside: a dark chamber, lined with shifting mirrors, like being inside the belly of a diamond. In the center, a raised altar or platform, humming with power.
Kami turned, eyes flashing. "Climb up," she ordered.
He did.
She followed, straddling him again—but this time, she took both cocks at once, sliding down with a practiced, inhuman grace. Her insides adjusted, split, rippled to accommodate the dual shafts. The pleasure was instant and total. Rollo's brain blanked. He forgot who he was.
She rode him, her nails scratching new patterns into his chest. Every time he thought he'd finished, she wrung more out of him, never letting him slip into unconsciousness. Each climax was brighter, hotter, more destructive than the last. His mohawk stood on end, alive with light.
He lost count of the orgasms. He stopped caring.
Kami was right: it got easier.
When the platform was slick with their fluids and Rollo was nothing but nerve endings and tremors, Kami slowed. She lay forward, forehead pressed to his, and looked him deep in the eyes.
"Now," she whispered, "we finish it."
She bit his lip. He felt her inject something—cold, viral, alive.
[SYSTEM OVERRIDE: HARTMANN IS NOW PRIME]
[DNA: 89% KAMI, 11% UNKNOWN]
[INITIATE SPAWN SEQUENCE]
He felt a heat in his pelvis, growing, swelling, until it filled his whole lower body. It was too much—he thought it would kill him. Instead, he felt himself splitting again, flesh reconfiguring in real time. His second cock thickened, then a third began to bud off beneath the others. Blue light poured from the tips. The skin around his hips and ass toughened, then shimmered with a metallic sheen.
Kami screamed and orgasmed again, milking him for every drop.
[SEED RELEASE: INFINITE]
[POPULATION PROTOCOL: ENABLED]
He blacked out.
He woke to silence, still on the platform, still hard, still leaking. Kami was gone. The room had reset—no blood, no fluids, just the faint scent of her. His body hummed with power, the tattoos like circuit boards, the cocks alive and aching.
He sat up, hugged his knees to his chest. He didn't cry.
The last message scrolled across his vision:
[YOU WERE NEVER THEIRS]
He believed it.