Protomorph x Reader - Oviposition
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Warnings: Ovipositioning and very dubcon, this is filthy monster sex and Covenant!David shows up in the end once more - yes he's a warning
Throwing a pebble over the low stone wall enclosing the garden, you waited for the faint clack as it struck the ground below, bouncing once, twice, before coming to a halt.
Against all expectations, you were alive โ as alive as one could be on a mostly dead world.
David took care of you, strange as that sounded. If you were honest, he probably regarded you as one of his specimens, some kind of pet.
And yet: you had a room with a bed, and he had even brought you clothing from the Engineers โ far too large at first, until he altered them to fit your smaller frame.
All in all, when you ignored the fact that you were trapped in a rotting Eden with a homicidal androidโฆ it was not too bad.
He allowed you to roam almost freely, only one chamber was forbidden โ the place where Oram had died. You had no intention of defying that rule, no desire to see your dead crewmates.
David had at least been kind enough to remove them, though you doubted you wanted to know what he had done with the remains.
Escape never truly crossed your mind โ there was nowhere to go.
Beyond the walls lay only death: the pathogen, starvation, or a monster.
If the Protomorph did not find you, a careless step into a spore-bag might, its black motes entering your body. You had no wish to die that way.
David had told you about the pathogen, about his experiments, about the Prometheus mission and what had become of those who came into contact with it. About Elizabeth Shaw.
Your gaze drifted to her tombstone, memory rising bitter as bile โ stumbling across her displayed body during one of your wanderingsโฆ a tremor rippled through you.
You stood, brushing dirt from your trousers, ready to go back inside.
Neo โ the name you had given the pale Neomorph (Not very original, but better than Steve), left little trinkets at your doorstep and sometimes visited, demanding cautious strokes of your hand across its smooth hide.
David had explained its behaviour: a growth spurt, a rut. It had spared you because you were the only available mate. Now you were accepted. Safe. Favoured.
You had a single worth in this place โ your heartbeat, your breath, your living body.
Turning towards the door, you thought of heating water for a bath, maybe practising on one of Davidโs handmade flutes, when a sharp crack shattered the stillness.
You froze, every muscle tensing, your head snapping towards the sound.
The black Protomorph stood beside one of the trees, its teeth bared, saliva dripping in long, glistening strings.
Yes, you had been trained for survival.
And yes โ you did exactly what you should never do under a predatorโs gaze.
You ran.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Of course it had come for you after all, and of course it could climb such heights!
Bolting through the shadowed stone halls, your voice cracked as you screamed for your captor, Davidโs name echoing shrilly against the vaulted walls.
Too late.
It had not chased you. It had tricked you โ gone another way, cutting you off with cold
cunning.
You slammed into it with full force, the breath knocked from your lungs as you collided with a wall of dark chitin.
The impact rattled through you; staggering backwards, you almost fell, but claws caught you before you could hit the ground - not that it meant you would stay on your feet.
The Protomorph lowered itself and pinned you to the stone, a blur of obsidian limbs and bright, glistening teeth in the dim light.
Its maw opened wide above you, the inner jaw snapping out only inches from your face โ not striking, but close enough to make you jerk your head back. The back of your skull thudded against the floor. Ouch.
A hot thread of saliva splattered across your cheek. You whimpered, thrashing instinctively, but the beast did not kill you.
Instead, its elongated skull nudged against your shoulder, your chest, then lower โ searching, probing.
You froze when one clawed hand slid down, slim and sharp talons curling against your thigh. With dreadful precision, it parted your legs, dragging you closer over the cold stone floor.
No, no, no!
With a single rip, it tore away your pants, the sound echoing in the hollow chamber. Long, inhuman fingers prodded at your entrance, saliva dripping down in thick threads, pooling over you. One digit sank into you slowly, using the drool as lubrication to explore your inner walls; another followed, scissoring, stretching.
You were too afraid to struggle, terrified that one sharp edge might cut your insides if you moved too suddenly.
When it brushed against an especially sensitive spot, your cry broke into a ragged moan โ shame and terror immediately flooding you.
The Protomorph was the polar opposite, seemingly happy at your response, letting out a deep, vibrating chitter. It's head butted softly against your stomach, almost as if it tried to soothe and praise you, urging your body to yield.
It was preparing you โ just as the Neomorph had.
Hot tears spilled down your cheeks, part relief, part resignation.ย
Only when your sobs dissolved into whines and gasps did it deem you pliant enough and withdrew its claws, lifting them to its maw, the inner jaw once more flicking out to taste the residue of your arousal.
Right, you were the only available mate. Happy wife, happy life, or something like that.
You should stop with the gallows humour, but you were not sure how else to cope with the fact that you had become the broodmare of aliens sprung from your crewmates. Best not to finish that thought.
Wiping the tears from your face, you took a few unsteady breaths, trying to regain at least a shred of composure.
Neo had not killed you. The Protomorph would not kill you. Mates do not get killed. At leastโฆ most of the time.
Accepting your fate, you stripped off your jacket and shirt to save them from getting soaked in the Protomorphโs drool, bundling them to cushion your head.
If you were going to go through this again, you wanted at least a sliver of comfort.
The alien seemed pleased at the baring of skin, relishing the warmth radiating from you โ its maw and skull nuzzling along your body.
Gingerly, you raised one of your hands, brushing it over the sleek chitin of its head.
Happy mate, spares your fate.
Something new pressed against your entrance - not claws this time, not fingers โ but a slick, fleshy appendage unfurling from a slit between its legs.
When you dared to look down, your breath stuttered. Not a phallus, nothing humanoid at all.
It was an ovipositor โ tapering to a narrow tip with thick slits, flexing and pulsing as if tasting your pheromones in the air.
Panic seized you. Your heels scraped against the stone, desperate to push back, to get away.
Mating was one thing - being bred was nothing you were sure you could withstand โ or survive.
But the beast pressed on, relentless in its patience, the tip seeking and finding your entrance. With every subtle pulse, a bead of liquid welled from the slits.
Too warm. Too warm.
The fluid oozed inside with each insistent nudge, flooding your nerves like molten wax โ not burning, but melting resistance, loosening muscles that had clenched shut a heartbeat ago. A shudder wracked your chest as the heat spread low into your belly, your body betraying you.
The Protomorph rumbled above, lowering its elongated skull until its jaw nudged at your throat, vibrations rattling through your ribs โ a grotesque hiss of satisfaction while the ovipositor pressed forward.
Its narrow tip split you with obscene ease, sliding deeper as your own wetness mingled with its dulling secretion.
โFuck, no-โ a cry tore from your lips, hoarse and breaking as another hot gush pulsed directly against your cervix. It was not merely slickening you โ the fluid was coaxing you, urging your body to open, to receive what it had to give.
Pinned beneath it and trembling, you clutched at the ridges of its chest, then the thick spines protruding from its back โ your ragged sobs and moans only making the creature keen and hiss louder, delighted by the way you clung to it.
They need me. They wonโt kill me. Iโm important. Useful.
Your voice fractured into a wail as it shifted angle, striking deeper - the beast shrieked in answer, a sound sharp with satisfaction and triumph.
After minutes of the relentless thrusts clouded your mind with unbearable pleasure, one of your hands left its body to reach down, rubbing your clit with frantic desperation until your overstimulated body gave in โ your back arching, screams tearing from your throat as you came harder than you thought possible.
The Protomorph froze, then buried itself to the hilt with a brutal thrust and long screech.
Pressure hollowed you out as the tip flexed, spreading in ways no ordinary shaft could - slowly opening like a flower and pushing against your walls.
The milking contractions of your climax must have encouraged it, because now โ now it began.
Your womb opened, a strange looseness blooming where once there should have been resistance and agony.
The creature trilled deep in its chest, as though praising each sluggish shudder wracking your body.
Not pain โ the fluid made certain of that - only the relentless, alien pressure, urging you to yield.
The first small, rounded shape pressed against your innermost barrier, slipping inside.
A rush of heat rippled through your core, so strange yet so exquisitely relieving that a breathless sob escaped your lips. You clung to the creature, pressing yourself against its ridged chest.
The ovipositor pulsed again, pressing another forward โ smoother now, guided by the lingering heat of its secretion. Your walls quivered helplessly, body accommodating what your mind still could not grasp.
One, two.
Each egg was carefully nestled into you, the alien crooning as though savouring the act. The fullness grew deeper, heavier, a stretching ache that hovered at the edge of unbearable, yet tipped always towards pleasure, never pain.
Three, then four.
Your belly began to swell subtly, skin tightening just enough for your trembling hand to trace the faintest curve growing beneath your palm. The sight sent another wave of heat surging through you โ your body, reshaped, marked, made a vessel. The alienโs trills vibrated down into your bones, approving, rejoicing.
Mate, mate, mate โ my mate.
The fifth egg came slower, pushing harder at the softened passage until your cervix relented one last time, sucking it in.
With a low hiss, the Protomorph flooded you with another gush of warm fluid, sealing the clutch, safe and sound.
A shiver tore through you as your womb clenched instinctively around the weight, as if to cradle what had been given.
Satisfied, your mate withdrew at last, the ovipositor sliding out of your swollen cunt with a slick pop. Liquid spilled over your thighs, pooling between them, obscene and glistening. Your eyelids fluttered with exhaustion as you lay there, belly heavy and full.
Trilling softly, the Proto lowered its skull to yours, the cool chitin nuzzling your damp skin. Its tail curled loosely around your limbs in a possessive circle before it rose again, stepping back into the shadows and leaving you to the warmth it had planted inside you.
Cool, so it stuffed you with its alien babies and then went on its merry way? Typical.
Propping yourself up onto your elbows, you let out a strained groan โ the new weight in your womb sat low and heavy, every muscle trembling from overuse. Your skin was tacky with the Protoโs saliva, and the puddle of cum beneath you was already cooling against your back. Every instinct screamed to move away, to clean yourself, to not lie in this mess another second.
โStay put. You donโt have to move.โ
Blinking, you turned your head towards the voice.
David emerged from behind one of the curtains with his usual, noiseless grace. His eyes roved over you โ your dishevelled hair, the sheen of sweat and puffy eyes, the faint swell of your stomach.
Then, as though none of it surprised him, he crouched down and reached to brush damp strands of hair from your temple - his touch was featherlight, as if he were tending to porcelain.
โHow long have you watched, David?โ
Your voice was raw, ragged, and it stung to even use it. Still, you tried for accusation, though it came out more like defeat.
A faint smile curved his lips, dry and knowing. โI reached you shortly after you called my name. I chose to stay hidden. You might sayโฆ out of scientific curiosity.โ
The answer should have made you angry, but exhaustion dragged at every nerve.
With a sigh, you let your head drop against his chest, resting close to the place where Walterโs blade had cut him open, and your bullet hit his shoulder.
โWhere are we going?โ you murmured, words slurring into half-sleep, carried only by the rise and fall of his breathless chest.
โI am going to bathe you, dress you, and tuck you into your bed.โ His voice softened, but the corner of his mouth still carried that sardonic edge. โHow does that sound, my newly crowned mother?โ
You huffed something between a laugh and acceptance, too tired to form a proper answer.
Body melting into his arms, you surrendered to the steady cradle as sleep tugged at your heavy lids.
The arms of a caretaker, the arms of the only other person on this forsaken world โ carrying you as though you were his most treasured creation.
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