AN: Hey folks, I might be back in almost full force, for the moment. Feels as if the fires of inspiration are burning again, and I don't think I even did anything special, I just had a little break and played some games. That might have been the great thing that restored my reserves. Either way, this one might be ending soon, so do let me know if you're, by now, aware of who the Impostor is, and how you think I handled the whole thing. Is it believable that the crewmates ejected whoever they did, so far? Does it makes sense? Is the story bad, or is it good? Let me know, I want to get better at writing.
And I hope you enjoy this chapter!
The lights went out, just as the Impostor had arranged, and a gasp came from their soon-to-be victim.
Considering their own situation, a few minutes ago, the Villain had implemented a new course of action. They had undone the seals of their suit, while the meeting had been going on, and had done a bit to prolong said gathering. Their pheromones had started wafting through the nigh-indistinguishable cracks of their outfit and had began their work. The more aroused the crewmates were, the less capable they would be of either performing their tasks or thinking clearly.
That was the plan, and it had worked wonderfully. They had thrown out Esmeralda, which was a shame, because her body was quite pleasant, and the Impostor would have liked to have a go at her, but being able to get rid of somebody that easily was also a good offer. None of those things really concerned the Futa at this very moment, as they were eyeing the most appealing treat that had found its way onto the Skeld, and had, so far, managed to evade their advances… Purely due to being lucky.
Rosea had been bent over, holding onto the grate of the Cafeteria's vent, looking down into the shaft, completely oblivious of her surroundings. Her bountiful, overwhelmingly soft and supple ass was presented, as if on purpose, to be as salaciously juicy and inviting as possible, its size unable to match that of Mocha, but the sheer fact that in the case of the Communications Specialist there was just ass, whilst in the case of the future victim of the Villain, there were legs, there were tits, there was everything - that made it very enticing.
The Impostor slinked through the darkness, slipping in behind Rosea, and, with a bold movement, slung their arm between her legs and grasped at the meaty pussy with their fingers. Another gasp from the woman, and, this time, she dropped the grate, which came down with a considerably loud clang.
"Now, now… You know you want it, slut..." Whispered the Futa and dug their nails into the fabric, ripping it off. As anticipated, the moisture of Rosea's sizzling womanhood immediately made the Villain's hand wet, but that was of no concern for the Impostor. In fact, it was very pleasant.
The voluptuous woman's hands reached behind herself, but she must have instinctively assumed that her assailant, or partner, as both were accurate descriptions, was tall. She grasped at the air, while the Villain found themselves smiling, as they shoved their face into her ass.
She moaned loudly, and, to the surprise of the Impostor, started shaking, collapsing onto her knees a moment later.
"Did you cum from just that?-" Asked the Villain, incredulity prevalent in their stifled voice. Rosea did not respond, instead reaching for her womanhood with her hands, trying to please herself further. "-I didn't take you for such a whore, but hey, having that body and whiffing my cum, constantly, must have made you really, really horny, huh?" Mused the Futa as their hands framed the woman's visor and removed it, throwing it onto the ground next to her.
Her expression was exactly what would have been expected. Flustered beyond reproach, mouth wide open and tongue lolling out, drool leaking from between her luscious lips. Eyes filled with lust, lashes fluttering in the darkness as she seemed to be looking at her pussy. Well, intently focusing on the location where her pussy was. It was unlikely that she was seeing anything at all, but that did not matter to the Impostor.
"How about you give me a bit of loving, huh?" Suggested the Futa and slapped their cock, almost fully erect by now, against Rosea's pretty face. The thwack of the meaty shaft hitting the soft cheek was very audible, and very exhilarating. To the Villain's pleasant surprise, the voluptuous woman let out a meek breath and brought her hands up from her leaky pussy, gingerly taking hold of the massive, throbbing penis.
Her tongue flicked at it, trailing along the bulging veins, applying a generous layer of saliva onto it. She moaned into the Impostor's cock, as the smell of SEX that radiated off of the thick member made its way, unobstructed, into her nose, jumbling her mind and allowing her to only think about copulating and breeding. The Futa smiled behind their visor as the complete submission of the voluptuous woman before them was pleasing beyond reason.
Rosea slickened the Impostor's girthy member quite skillfully and finally proceeded to open her mouth, shoving more than half of it in there in one go. Immediately, she got to sucking, her lips tightly pressing down on the distended flesh of the cock, her cheeks hollowing out, and the Villain found themselves gasping in pleasure. Oh, that was quite unlike the sloppy deepthroating Scarlet had been the subject of. Rosea knew how to work a dick, and she was doing wonders.
"Damn, bitch-" Groaned the Impostor as their victim, who was now more than willing to do anything the Villain wanted, started moving her head back and forth, bobbing on the thick meat pole. The pressure was so great that the Futa could feel the veins on their cock getting compressed under the woman's lips, as they passed over them, providing an unexpected measure of satisfaction. "-You're good…" Muttered the Impostor as they felt themselves nearing a release. To get brought to a climax so quickly, however, was not something they were counting on.
Placing their hands on the back of Rosea's head, whose only reaction was a slight widening of her eyes, the Futa made themselves comfortable, and started thrusting into the woman's mouth, down her throat. The sensation that washed over the Villain as their glans submerged itself into that tight throat, which immediately started contracting and convulsing in an attempt to get rid of it, was overwhelming. They wanted more, and thrusted harder and harder.
Rosea started gagging on their cock, but that did not concern the Futa, not at all. What did concern the Impostor was getting the best out of this great throat-pussy, and they kept upping the pace and viciousness of their thrusts, sliding their shaft as far down the woman's throat as it would go. Their heavy balls swung in unison with their movements, slapping against Rosea's chin, while saliva and pre-cum leaked past her luscious lips, making the sound wet and lewd beyond reason. Her tongue was peeking out beneath the Villain's penis, slobbering over the underside of their shaft and giving their sweaty nutsack the occasional lick, whenever possible.
The Futa felt their balls trembling, their legs beginning to shake, and pushed as hard as they could. Their cock, throbbing violently, slid so far down Rosea's throat that a bulge appeared on her neck, reaching all the way to her collarbone. Those heavy balls clenched as the Impostor stifled their elated moan, held the woman's head tightly glued to their nethers, and came.
The deposit of cum went directly into her stomach, or it would have, had her body not reacted and managed to throw up some of it, forcing it to explode out of her mouth and nose, slathering the Futa's pelvis and lower abdomen with their own baby batter. Still, a decent bit should have made it, because the amount that ended up on Rosea's face and all over the Impostor's body was not as great as what they normally released… And this felt like a very, very powerful orgasm.
Wobbly from the strain of it, the Villain pulled back, finding it hard to get their cock out of Rosea's whorish mouth. When their shaft did finally slide out, a lewd pop accompanied it, with ropes of cum and saliva hanging between the woman's lips and the Futa's member. They found it necessary to catch their breath, even though they were ready and raring to go - that magnificent, milfy body was calling to them.
Unceremoniously, their hands pushed Rosea down, forcing her to lie on her back. The slut simply gasped in surprise, but allowed herself to be brought to the floor easily. Her massive flesh mounds, even though somewhat constrained by her suit, seemed to spill out over her chest. They looked as if they were about to burst out of the fabric, and all that was needed was a small incision, following which they would do the rest themselves.
The Futa threw themselves on top of the voluptuous woman, their clawed hands grabbing those magnificent breasts roughly and pushing them against one another, feeling them up. The size was nowhere near that of Marble, but the Doctor had been a clear-cut anomaly, in the eyes of the Villain. This woman underneath them, however, seemed to be the perfect storm.
The claws ripped through the fabric and Rosea's breasts spilled out, seeming to become slightly bigger as they were no longer held firmly by the suit. The woman was moaning and gasping as soon as the Impostor's hands were once again roughly groping at the soft teats, caressing them in a most vulgar manner.
Feeling their cock rubbing against her pussy, which was leaking lubricant as if it were a spring of the sweetest liquid, the Futa needed no further time to rest, pushed themselves up, slightly, aligned their engorged tip with the loose lips of the moist honeypot, and slid right in. The warmth, the wetness of it, the strange, almost uncanny sensation that the Impostor felt as their whole shaft was engulfed by the inner folds of Rosea's pussy, left them wanting more.
Slowly beginning the onslaught, pulling out, almost entirely, and then sliding their cock back in, hilting themselves and forcing their balls to produce the loud, lewd slapping sound as they swung against the voluptuous woman's bountiful buttocks, the Impostor relaxed their shoulders and head, allowing themselves to lay down in the magnificent canyon of tit-flesh underneath.
Their hands wrapped around those huge teats and held onto them, as if hugging the massive things, and nuzzled themselves against the soft, engulfing breasts. The Futa enjoyed this warmth, as it almost reminded them of something distant, perhaps even long gone. Not only that, but the feeling of that wet snatch slurping at their cock, slobbering so profusely that the sound was more akin to something splashing in water than two bodies colliding, was invigorating.
Surprisingly, Rosea's hands wrapped around the Impostor's head and held it in a warm embrace, while her legs locked around their back. The woman was staring up at the ceiling, her tongue was flopping about and her saliva, as well as the Villain's cum, was leaking down her face, jaw and neck. She was enjoying herself.
Conversely, so was the Impostor, and, as a result of that, they allowed that to continue. The moans, the groans, the soft gasping and panting, the wet slapping of flesh meeting flesh, all those things made the experience far more gratifying than any other had been before.
"You're such a fucking whore-" Grumbled, through gritted teeth, the Futa, as they sped up the pace at which they were railing Rosea. The Impostor wanted to say something else, but the pressure they felt building up within their cock and balls, as well as the existential dread they felt at the prospect of uttering the continuation of the line, prevented them from doing so.
Rosea's moans grew louder, and some seemed to resemble the word 'yes', as if she was confirming that she was, indeed, a whore, though there was no need for such affirmation. The Futa knew it well enough, they felt it quite clearly as, even though the wench underneath them was doing her best to keep their girthy shaft inside, it seemed awfully easy to slide it out. But, then again, that also made it easy to plunge as deep as possible, hitting an inner wall that might have been her cervix, or might have been her womb's limit.
Growling fiendishly, the Futa sped up, feeling their cock swelling up, their blood pumping into it, their balls wildly flailing as their thrusts became frantic and ruthless. The Impostor was hammering away at Rosea's cunt, and the voluptuous woman seemed more than pleased to receive that brutal breeding.
The Villain gave one last thrust, putting all their force behind it, and arched their back as they felt their shaft jolt painfully, their cum thrashing through their urethra, spilling forth from the gaping piss-hole and thoroughly filling up Rosea's womb with just the first shot. Then, again, another convulsion, as a mute scream rocked the Futa's body and a second jet of jizz slid out of their cock and into the stuffed pussy, splurting out of it and again onto the Impostor's balls and pelvis.
That did not dissuade them from continuing their onslaught, as their girthy member twitched wildly and painfully, bringing the Villain to a second orgasm, even before their first had concluded, more and more cum slathering the insides of the voluptuous woman underneath them. She was screaming in bliss, while the Futa was silently feeling their eyes rolling back into their skull.
Their orgasm should not have been that intense, that powerful, and yet it was. It made them so, so unfathomably horny, the submissiveness of Rosea, the sensation of hiraeth that they had felt when engulfed by the voluptuous woman, the knowledge that, soon, they would have won - all this had added up to creating an incredible explosion of pleasure.
Or, maybe, the Futa thought, as they pushed themselves up and brushed Rosea's limbs away, making a few steps away and beginning the process of putting their suit back on, it was the 'well hidden' voyeur that they had.