RebelZva – Anarchy Guru

CaptXBonnot was asleep beside me when the ceiling turned liquid black.

One second i was curled against his chest.

The next, six violet tentacles snapped around me—throat, wrists, ankles, waist—and yanked me upward through the roof, through the night, straight into the belly of a massive obsidian mothership hanging silent above Daytona.

No beam. No sound. Just the low psychic thrum that filled my skull:

You are claimed, Earth female. You will serve the fleet.

They didn’t speak aloud.

They spoke inside me, six warlords’ voices overlapping in my mind like a chorus of gravel and velvet.

I floated in zero gravity, naked, legs forced wide by writhing tentacles.

The first warlord (tallest, glyphs burning across his chest) pressed his ridged cock against my pussy and pushed in slow—stretching me wide, filling me until my belly bulged slightly.

I screamed (silently, in my mind) while the others watched, tentacles stroking their own cocks, dripping glowing precum that floated in perfect spheres around us.

The telepathic link hit like a drug.

I felt everything they felt: the heat of my pussy gripping them, the way my walls fluttered, the slick mess of my arousal coating their shafts.

They felt everything i felt: the stretch, the burn, the shameful pleasure that made me cum the second the first one bottomed out.

He fucked me slow at first, deep, letting me adjust to his size.

Then faster—hips snapping, tentacles holding me steady while he pounded my cunt, knot swelling at the base until it locked inside me.

I came again, squirting hard, the fluid floating in zero-G like tiny stars while he flooded my womb with the first load—thick, glowing, heavy.

The second warlord took my ass next (no lube but the cum dripping from my pussy).

He pushed in slow, stretching me past breaking, knot locking deep while the first stayed knotted in my cunt—double-stuffed, full to bursting.

The third forced his cock down my throat, fucking my face while the others stroked my tits, my clit, my belly, tentacles wrapping my limbs to hold me open for them.

Days passed on the ship.

Hours on Earth.

They bred me in shifts.

One after another after another—pussy, ass, mouth, sometimes two at once, sometimes three.

Tentacles in every hole, cocks knotted deep, loads after loads pumping into me until my belly swelled visibly, glowing faintly under the skin with their clutch.

I came dozens of times—squirting, shaking, screaming telepathically while they shared every sensation, every orgasm, every pulse of their seed taking root.

They never spoke aloud.

Just minds linked to mine:

You are ours now.

Carry our legion.

Return to your mate. Let him fuck you while we grow inside.

When they finished, they dropped me back into our bed—gentle this time.

Only a few hours had passed on Earth.

CaptXBonnot still slept peacefully, oblivious.

I curled into him, womb heavy and glowing, cum leaking from every stretched hole, and kissed his sleeping lips.

He stirred, pulled me close, and fell back asleep.

He’ll never know six Xarathian warlords gang-bred his wife above our bed for days.

But every time he fucks me from now on, he’ll feel them kick.

No religion.

No government.

Just a very, very seeded little anarchist carrying the future of a fleet.

ride fast. die last. never comply.

— RebelZva & CaptXBonnot

🖤👾💦🏴