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It was in their nature to kill.
As an apex predator, Gale Galleon was born to feast upon the weak. They hailed from a species far stronger than the humans inhabiting the spaceship.
Humans — weak creatures that never understood the magnitude of their actions. Killing them would be a mercy to their future generation.
Gale never liked humans. They were stinky, slimy and sleazy. They never hesitated when it came to slaughtering them.
That was until they met one human.
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“Pleasure to meet you.”
The hand in front of Gale was elegant. When they looked up, a beautiful face entered their vision.
Their breed never needed to breathe. This was the first time they learned what air filling their nostrils felt like.
“Pleasure’s all mine,” responded Gale expertly, shaking the outstretched palm. It was warm. “Mr–?”
“Netherbrand,” replied the pretty human, his smile blinding Gale momentarily. “Zander Netherbrand. You can just call me Zanny!”
“Zanny,” echoed Gale thoughtfully. “A pretty name for an equally pretty being.”
Zander was taken aback, flush colouring his cheeks. Yet, a smile broke out on his face and he chuckled.
Both the expression and his laughter made Gale feel sensations they never experienced before.
“You’re a forward one,” teased Zander.
Gale shrugged. “I like to be honest.”
Zander hummed appreciatively. “That’s a good thing! Makes communication easier in the future.”
Gale only hummed.
“I look forward to working with you, Mr–?”
Gale parted their lips.
“Galleon. Gale Galleon. I look forward to working with you too.”
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There was no rhyme or reason behind their kills. They just did because they could.
Gale never needed an incentive to prey on the humans. If they were annoyed, they would slice one of their heads off. If they were in a good mood, they would go about their day.
After meeting Zander Netherbrand though, their views on senseless slaughter had shifted.
By no means did Gale turn into a pacifist. They still enjoy the thrill of a hunt.
It was just that, they found a reason to kill now.
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Zander was in the administration room. His brows were furrowed, hand moving aggressively against the board. It appeared he was struggling with his card.
Gale approached, wanting to assist Zander.
“Here, let me help.”
Gale halted, watching as another crewmate stood behind Zander. He was leaning much-too-close, hovering against Zander’s back. The crewmate grasped his hand and swiped the card, movement slow but precise.
Zander’s expression lit up as the machine read his card, a grateful smile adorning his features as he turned to the crewmate. “Thank you, Vanta!”
The crewmate shook his head, his own smile kind and friendly. “Just helping out where I could.”
Neither man noticed Gale’s expression darkening.
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Gale’s species was not one to operate by emotions. Their whole livelihood depended on the survival of the fittest.
Fight to live, search for a mate to continue the legacy, and teach the young’uns how to defend themselves.
Not because they cared for the greenies, but because without them, their bloodline would not continue.
If a youth was to perish, they must breed once more to create a new heir.
If they failed to do so, that would spell the end of the family line. A species as prideful as them would not allow that to happen.
Yet, as Gale Galleon stood over the fallen body of Vantacrow Bringer, they came to a dawning realisation.
They were not filled with the need to survive when they took their crewmate’s life.
Rather, something more carnal took root in their gut.
A sense of possessiveness and obsession.
They knew exactly the culprit behind these inexplicable sensations.
“Oh, Zanny… what have you done to me?”
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“Oh my god- Gale!”
Gale tilted their head at the terrified Zander. “Did I scare you?”
“Yes! You surprised me.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
Zander sighed, slowly relaxing as he calmed down. “It’s fine. Just– don’t do that again.”
Gale nodded their understanding, idling beside Zander. They observed as the latter carried out his task. His hands were shaking.
“Don’t you have something to do?”
Gale blinked. “I’ve finished my task.”
“Oh, that’s quick! You’re a fast worker.”
Gale lied, but the human did not need to know that.
A few minutes passed before Zander completed his task. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Gale, smiling amicably.
A fluttering sensation seized the predator.
“Let’s get something to eat.”
Gale nodded stiffly. “Sure.”
As the two made their way to the cafeteria, Zander asked, “Aren’t you scared, Gale?”
Gale glanced at Zander. “Of what?”
“The recent killings. So many of our crewmates died…”
Gale hummed. “It doesn’t concern me.”
Zander frowned, seeming confused. “You’re not disturbed at all?”
Gale shook their head. “I’ve seen worse.”
“Oh–” Zander ducked his head, seeming embarrassed. “I’m sorry…?”
Gale furrowed their brows. “For what?”
Zander opened his mouth, then closed it. He shook his head before returning his gaze to the front.
“I’m scared I’ll be next.”
Gale stopped in their tracks. Zander followed them.
“You don’t have to be scared.”
Zander laughed, but it sounded bitter. Gale did not like how forced it came out of the human.
“How can I not be scared? Everyone is dropping like flies around me. I could be the next target for all I know.”
“You won’t be.” Gale sounded confident.
“How would you know?”
Gale stepped in front of Zander, taking his warm hands. Pink eyes watched them expectantly, waiting.
“Because you’re smart and kind,” explained Gale. “You have a good heart that anyone would die to be graced with. No one can hate you when you’re always treating everyone fairly.”
A blush filled Zander’s cheek as he lowered his eyes. Gale cupped the reddened cheek in one hand before guiding it to face them. Pink gaze widened as they met green hues.
“No one will hurt you. And if someone does, I’ll kill them.”
Zander gulped, a nervous laughter leaving his lips. “You sure know how to talk.”
“I’m being serious.” Gale watched as Zander faltered. “I won’t let anyone hurt you. I’d rather die before anyone places a finger on you.”
Zander inhaled sharply. Gale sighed and rested their forehead against the human’s.
They always liked how warm the other felt.
Zander was at a loss for words, managing only a disbelieved stare. When no sentences formulated in his mind, he gave up. He relaxed and leaned against Gale, eyes slipping shut.
“I hope you’re right.”
Gale wrapped their arms around Zander, surprising the latter with a hug. “I know I am.”
Zander laughed weakly but melted in the embrace. He hummed, “I’ll trust you then.”
Gale squeezed the human. “Really?”
Zander nodded. “I trust you with all my heart.”
Gale smiled. “I’m glad.”
They felt like they were actually floating.
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The act of finding a mate was never, had never been, and would never be about love.
Their species was primal. Everything they did had been for survival. Mating, too, was another means for the strong to preserve longevity.
Hence, their breed searched for mates like how they would track a prey.
Gale may never understand the sensations brewing within them. Was it love? Was it intrigue?
What they did know was their desire to both consume and breed Zander Netherbrand. They wanted to feast on the human as much as they wanted to stake claim upon him. They longed to devour the beauty whole, while also keeping him by their side like a trophy.
Their wants and needs were mixed up, but there was one thing they were certain of.
Zander Netherbrand was theirs, and theirs only.
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“Zanny~ where are you hiding?”
It was useless to ask, but Gale was not aiming to locate the human.
No — the question was to rile Zander up. To keep him on his toes, always on alert, never resting.
Their steps echoed in the Skeld, accompanying the blaring alarms. Red lights cycled between illumination and darkness, painting the spaceship red. Bodies were scattered across the floor, long since cold and unmoving.
Gale had killed them all. Now, they were aiming for the prize.
Zander did not know he was leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for Gale to follow, the smell of fear surrounding his feeble body and wafting in the iron-filled air.
It would not take long for the prey to be found.
“What was that saying humans love to use?” Gale pondered for a bit. “‘You can run, but you can’t hide’?”
They soon reached the MedBay, where the human’s pheromone was the strongest.
Gale inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of fright and anxiety.
“Ready or not, here I come.”
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Unlike humans, Gale’s species had no use for gender or sex. There was no distinction between female or male, for every creature was unisex. During mating seasons, there were only the bearer and the host.
Anyone could be a bearer or a host, it just depended on their cycle. A bearer would produce eggs within their bodies while a host carried these eggs inside theirs. Since the act of producing eggs left the bearers in weakened states, the hosts were there to alleviate the weight while they rejuvenated.
That had always been the dynamic their species worked around.
It had been a while since Gale noticed a heaviness weighing their body down.
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“I found you.”
Zander screamed as Gale dragged him out from under the bed. The human was promptly tossed onto the stiff cushion and pinned, thin wrists captured by a large hand and slim legs spread as a wide body forced itself between them.
Zander trembled under Gale’s overbearing presence, lips wobbling as a sob slipped from his throat. He pulled his knees to his chest, shoulders hunching as he ducked his head.
“Please don’t hurt me…”
Gale cooed at the human’s frightened form, free hand caressing the pale cheek. The little being flinched from the contact, a whine stuck in his throat. His voice filled with terror was music to the predator’s ears, fuelling their desire and craving.
“I won’t hurt you, Zanny.” Gale purred, stroking the human’s cheek with their thumb. “I will never hurt you.”
“You killed the others… all of them!”
“That’s because they’ve been touching what’s mine,” growled Gale as the memories of filthy humans placing their hands on Zander flashed before their eyes. “How dare they–!”
Gale tightened their grip momentarily, eliciting a pained gasp from Zander which quickly turned into a cry. The human struggled, even if his attempts were futile.
“W-What do you plan to do to me?”
Gale flashed Zander a smile, cupping the shaking human’s cheek.
“I’m going to breed you.”
“H-Huh?”
The hand on his cheek was gone. In the blink of an eye, his clothes were shredded. Zander gasped at his exposed state, shuddering as cold air hit his hot skin.
The sound of clothes ripping filled the MedBay as shadows loomed over Zander. Pink eyes widened with shock and horror as they landed on the wriggling forms coming out of Gale’s back.
“Gale, no– please!”
Gale did not listen. One of the slimy tentacles spread its texture against Zander’s entrance before breaching it, shoving itself deep inside the human.
Zander screamed from the lack of preparation, pain shooting up his spine as he was speared open. Despite the tightness, Gale forced the appendage further into the figure beneath them, watching in awe as he writhed.
The tentacle was thick with a squishy surface but firm configuration. It pulled out of Zander before pushing back inside, reaching as deep in as possible.
Zander sobbed as he was violated, legs clamped around Gale’s waist for some form of support. Fortunately or not, the appendage smeared its stickiness inside his passage, eventually allowing for an easier glide.
Zander gasped as the tentacle slid further into him, squirming in anticipation. He felt so full — and the sensation only worsened as he felt the appendage prodding his rectum.
“N-No, not there–”
Gale did not heed Zander’s plea, pressing against the opening until the tentacle broke through. A scream tore from the human’s throat as he arched his back, tears rolling down his face from widened eyes. The appendage ventured further into his colon, expanding his inside beyond its capacity.
Zander squeezed helplessly around the intrusion, body twitching pathetically. Whimpers and moans tumbled from his lips as the tentacle slipped out of him before thrusting back inside, reaching deeper and deeper each time. His body was starting to tingle, fogginess clouding his mind as the pain subsided.
One particularly harsh plunge sent pleasure through Zander’s body, prompting a low moan from his throat.
It seemed Gale noticed the difference in this moan compared to the ones he let out before. They observed the human closely as they moved their tentacle, going slower to better pinpoint the cause for that noise.
Zander shuddered as he was stimulated from the inside, feeling the appendage spreading him open with every push inwards. The slippery texture rubbed insistently against his sensitive walls, evoking more moans from the human.
Gale was enraptured by Zander’s new state, continuing his ministration until the latter was writhing again. Only this time, the human was moaning louder and more frequently, pitch heightening to a crescendo.
Suddenly, it all came crashing down in a gasp as Zander climaxed, body stiffening as he spilled his load against his chest, splashing some onto Gale.
The alien was taken aback, shocked and awed by the sight before them. The human was breathing heavily, eyes glazed and unfocused. His body convulsed minutely, allowing the high to wash over his being.
Gale extracted their appendage and replaced it with a new one. This tentacle was different — while the previous was smooth and squishy, the current one was bumpy and hard.
It poked Zander’s entrance before slipping inside, the intrusion made easier from the copious amount of slick coating the canal. The human spasmed as the solid appendage drove forward, feeble whines leaving his lips from the overstimulation. He wiggled his hips in protest but to no avail, feeling the tentacle forcing itself deeper and deeper inside him.
Eventually, it nudged past his rectum and sat still. Zander shivered as he felt the uneven surface massaging his walls.
Before the human could wonder what this appendage does, the lump started moving. Zander inhaled sharply as he felt something smooth and round being deposited inside his colon, obviously coming from the tentacle slotted inside him.
A thought flashed past his mind, causing his eyes to widen as panic gripped his throat.
Gale was laying their brood inside of Zander.
“Gale, wait! Stop!”
The human should know by now that his begging would not deter the alien. Gale did not pull away nor stop, merely pushing more of their eggs inside of Zander.
With the offloading of each egg, his stomach started to swell, accommodating the size and quantity. His breath was leaving him quickly and heavily, heart pounding harshly against his ribcage.
Despite the fear and worry, excitement still weaseled its way in his consciousness. It was with dawning horror that Zander noticed his phallus growing hard from the eggs entering his body, becoming erect in no time.
“No…”
Zander sobbed as pleasure raked his body. Every egg dumped inside his colon sent a zing of electricity up his spine. Moans also started to spill from his lips, unable to hold them back anymore.
There was one egg, much more resilient and bigger than the rest. It took some effort to push through, but when it did, it had Zander hurtling towards his second orgasm. His eyes rolled back as he squeezed around the lumpy tentacle, feeling the uneven surface kneading his walls.
A few more eggs were deposited inside of Zander before the appendage finally pulled out. The human whimpered as the tentacle left his body, unplugged entrance tightening around nothing. Despite his round stomach, he suddenly felt very empty.
A wide palm rested over his protruding stomach, smoothing over the stretched surface. Zander shuddered at the contact, whining pitifully.
“You’re also beautiful like this, carrying my brood.”
Gale shifted, jostling Zander’s body and moving the eggs inside him. The human gasped, body flinching from the shock of ecstasy shooting through their system.
Zander felt soft lips pressing against his forehead and whined, leaning towards the presence. A deep chuckle left Gale as they nuzzled the human, running their hand over their pregnant form.
“My sweet, sweet Zanny.”
“All mine, forever mine.”