The MV Seamus touched down on the crimson expanse of Xylara-9, its crew scattering to scavenge for anything that might power their next jump. Elena, Cyril’s fiercely independent fiancée with a rounded pregnant belly that she carried like a badge of honor, spotted her chance. She grabbed Cyril’s arm with a sly grin, pulling him toward a cluster of glowing rock formations. “Figgis, if we don’t get some privacy soon, I’m going to combust,” she said, her voice low and teasing. Cyril, ever the nervous analyst, glanced back at the others. “Elena, Malory will skin us alive if we wander off.” She laughed, strong and unyielding. “Let her try. I’m horny, pregnant, and in no mood for interruptions.”
They slipped behind the rocks, the alien air thick with strange pollen that made their skin tingle. Elena pressed Cyril against a smooth boulder, her hands already working at his belt. “You’ve been staring at my belly all day like it’s the only thing keeping you alive,” she purred. Cyril swallowed hard, his cock already hardening under her touch. “Can you blame me? You’re glowing and demanding, and it’s driving me insane.” She smirked, dropping to her knees with athletic grace despite her condition. “Then shut up and enjoy this blowjob before someone ruins it.”
Elena took him in her mouth, tongue swirling with expert pressure as Cyril groaned, his hands gently cradling her head. “God, Elena, your mouth is unreal—wet and dripping and so damn good.” She pulled back just enough to retort, “Flattery won’t make you last longer, but keep talking.” His cock throbbed, hard and pulsing, as she worked him deeper, saliva glistening on her lips. The tension built like a coiled spring, her own pussy growing wet with anticipation, dripping down her thighs.
Cyril pulled her up, spinning her around so her ass pressed against him. “Turn around, let me feel that pregnant heat.” Elena arched her back, strong and commanding. “Don’t make me wait, Cyril—fuck me like you mean it.” He entered her from behind, his cock sliding into her slick pussy with a shared gasp. They moved in rhythm, panting and sweating under the twin suns, her belly swaying gently as he thrust. “Harder,” she demanded, “I’m not fragile.” He obliged, gripping her hips, the wet sounds of their joining echoing off the rocks.
Elena came first, her walls clenching around him as she moaned his name, cum coating his cock. Cyril followed seconds later, spilling deep inside her with a shuddering groan. They leaned against the boulder, panting and satisfied, until a sharp voice cut through the haze. “Figgis! Elena! What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Malory Archer stood there, arms crossed, eyes blazing.
Elena straightened, her strong frame radiating irritation rather than shame. “We were enjoying a private moment, Malory. You could have knocked.” Malory huffed and stormed off, leaving Elena fuming. Her belly growled loudly—*grrrroooowl*—reminding her of another craving. “Fine. If I can’t finish what we started, I’ll feed the other hunger.” She spotted a patch of plump space fruits, their skins shimmering with safe, edible juices.
Cyril followed, picking one and offering it to her lips. “Here, love. They’re cleared for pregnant crew.” Elena bit in, juice dripping down her chin as she chewed. *Gurgle* went her stomach in approval. They settled on a soft patch of moss, Cyril feeding her piece after piece while rubbing her growing belly in slow circles. “You’re insatiable today,” he teased. She grinned, strong and unbowed. “Pregnancy makes me ravenous for everything. Keep rubbing—*glorp*—it feels divine.”
She ate steadily, the fruits sweet and filling, her belly visibly rounding fuller with each bite. *Blorp* *slosh* echoed from her middle as it stretched, yet she demanded more. Cyril massaged the taut skin, feeling it tighten. “You’re getting stuffed, Elena. Maybe slow down?” She shook her head, powerful even now. “Not until I can’t move. Feed me.”
By the time she leaned back, her belly was noticeably larger and tighter, *grumble* *gurgle* protesting every breath. “No more,” she sighed in bliss, utterly stuffed. Cyril’s hands roamed the swollen curve. “You look incredible like this.” They returned to the Seamus, Elena waddling slightly, still full to the gills and glowing with satisfaction.
As the hatch closed behind them, Elena whispered with a wicked smile, “Next planet, we finish what Malory interrupted—and maybe bring more of those fruits aboard.”
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