Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

Darlene heard the good news the following morning.

"Darlene, guess what? My rider has matured!" Elizabeth cried, spinning around with glee.

"Really? Congratulations, Mom!" said Darlene, noting her change in attitude.

"Want to see it?" said Elizabeth, with a grin.

"Of course!" said Darlene.

"Elizabeth, no!" said Greg, alarmed by her new enthusiasm.

"What's wrong, Dad? Mom is just proud for having joined the Hive. You will be too, when your turn comes," Darlene promised. She grinned as she got the surprised reaction she desired from him.

Elizabeth, having taken off her shirt, turned to show her back to them. They saw the golden banded rider, much larger than when it had just been implanted mere days ago. The band was bright and gleaming, and every time the rider deflated they could see the prominent bone structure on it. It was as if Elizabeth had symmetrical clamps on her back, holding on tight.

Elizabeth turned her head and gave them a brilliant smile. She looked so energized, so vital.

"How do you feel, Mom?" Darlene asked, as Greg looked on, feeling a little sick.

"Wonderful!" said Elizabeth.

"And your rider?" Darlene asked.

Elizabeth gave a shy smile. "It loves me."

"Elizabeth!" said Greg sharply.

Elizabeth took his hand. "I'm sorry, dear, but it's true." She smiled like a woman in love.

"Elizabeth, don't let it control you," said Greg desperately. He felt his wife slipping away from him.

"It's inevitable," said Darlene. "Mom, how do you feel about the Hive?"

"I love it! My purpose is to incubate eggs inside me!" said Elizabeth promptly.

"Elizabeth!" Greg said again.

"I'm sorry, dear, that's just how I feel," said Elizabeth, giving him a sad smile.

"No, it's not, it's how that thing on your back feels!" said Greg.

"If you feel so strongly, Dad, why did you help Mom make her rider grow?" said Darlene, putting her arms around him. "Why did you let her fuck your brains out, over and over, knowing it was increasing our hold over her?"

"It was... it was...." Greg was suddenly at a loss for words.

"Instinct," said Darlene, looking into his eyes. "Sexual instinct. That's all the Hive does, Dad, is harness your natural instincts. It allows you to shed cumbersome customs and reach your full reproductive potential."

Greg bit her lip. "Now that we've done as you asked, I want this off of her."

"Of course. When you've completed all your tasks," said Darlene.

"We've done everything you asked," said Greg desperately.

"Almost everything," said Darlene. "Dad, we'd like you to participate in a little experiment. We're very interested to see if we can breed more ESPers."

Darlene explained. They had a female ESPer in mind, a woman with an ESPer strength of 82, just two points below Greg's 84. They wanted Greg to mate with the woman to see if they could reliably produce an ESPer skilled child.

"You want me to have sex with... and impregnate... another woman?" said Greg. He looked at Elizabeth, whose eyes were shining.

"That's exactly right, Dad," said Darlene.

Greg could not believe what he was hearing. "Suppose I wanted to agree to such a thing, which I don't," said Greg. "This project of yours could take a long time. People don't get pregnant and give birth in 30 minutes."

"This would not be an ordinary impregnation," said Darlene. "Both you and the other volunteer would be given augmentations which would enable conception to occur within ten days, and incubation in only a week."

"A week?" Greg had trouble believing this. "But even we were able to create such a baby, it would take years to grow up and determine if it had ESPer skills," said Greg.

"Normally, yes. But we've found a way to speed up the process so the child will be born fully mature," said Darlene. She saw the indecision on his face. "There's no need to consider it, Dad, it's not a request. It's an order, from the Hive. The female ESPer's name is Joy Montana. She will be here tonight for her first session with you."

"I haven't even said I would agree to this yet," said Greg angrily.

"Of course, if you prefer, I could give Rudy his first rider instead. He didn't seem that eager when he saw Mom's, but I'm sure he'd change his mind as quickly as she did. Perhaps even quicker."

Greg looked helplessly at Elizabeth. He was looking at her for permission, she could tell. He would be having sex with another woman. Elizabeth, with pain in her eyes, slowly nodded.

"Good," Darlene smiled.

It was very awkward when Joy Montana arrived that evening after dinner. Joy was a blonde hispanic woman in her mid 30's with very big, heavy breasts. She looked as nervous about being there as Elizabeth and Greg was to have her.

Rudy immediately wanted to know who she was and why she was there. Darlene gleefully informed her that she was here to have sex with Greg and get impregnated.

"You're going to cheat on Mom?" Rudy said angrily.

"He has no choice," said Elizabeth, grabbing her hand. "None of us do, dear."

Rudy pulled his hand away and stomped into his room, closing the door with a bang.

"I'm sorry for that," said Greg.

"No, I understand," said Joy. "This is awkward for all of us."

Briefly, she explained her situation. She was a school teacher and her husband Tom was a psychologist. They had a son named Emilio. Emilio was taken captive by the parasites and Tom and Joy were forced to cooperate with them.

"They started to do things to us," said Joy, tears starting to stream down her cheeks. "More and more things in our private areas."

The aliens seemed interested in Joy, who had an unusually high ESPer score of 82. They forced her and Tom to conduct a breeding experiment.

"What was born, he looked like my Tom but he wasn't," said Joy. "He... he strangled Tom, and killed him. Drained his body of all his life. Then he took his place."

"That must have been horrible for you," said Elizabeth, instantly feeling sympathy for her.

"It was," said Joy. "These creatures keep demanding more and more. Now they demand that in order to keep Emilio safe that your husband and I... I...."

"Say no more," said Elizabeth, putting a hand over hers. "We understand." She wasn't happy with the reason that brought Joy here, but she was starting to feel sympathy for what Joy had suffered through.

"And now that the introductions have been made, why don't you lovebirds get down to business?" Darlene suggested.

Elizabeth gave Darlene a hateful look. Greg obediently nodded, and stood up, as did Joy. She followed him into the bedroom. The last thing Elizabeth heard was the door closing.

"How can you do this?" Elizabeth hissed. "How can you make your father sleep with another woman?"

"I serve the Hive now, Mother," said Darlene smugly.

"I do too," said Elizabeth, thinking of the gold band on her rider. "But even I don't want this."

"I have a much closer relationship with the Hive than you do, Mother," said Darlene.

"What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked.

Darlene gave her mother an odd look, and then she slowly removed her blouse. Then she turned around.

Elizabeth gasped.

The rider on Darlene's back was enormous. It covered most of her upper back. It must have weighed five pounds or more. It was a thick slab of pulsating alien meat.

And it had three bright, gold bands on it.

"As you can see, Mother, I am under the total control of the Hive. Whatever the Hive thinks, I think," said Darlene.

Elizabeth looked at the enormous rider. It looked enormous! She wondered how Darlene could carry such a heavy weight on her back. And the bones! They were much larger and stuck out more, in giant v shapes which jutted out horizontally in rows. And then she noticed the angry red splotches on Darlene's skin around the edge of it. "Does it... does it hurt you?"

"Not at all," said Darlene, turning around to face her mother. She slowly put her shirt on again. "I love it more than anything."

"Will... will mine grow that big?" Elizabeth asked.

"Perhaps," said Darlene, giving her mother a mysterious smile as she closed the last button. "Does the thought excite you?"

"I don't know," said Elizabeth, suddenly troubled.

"What are you? Darlene asked, looking into her eyes.

"HiveFlesh," Elizabeth answered instantly, her body stiffening.

"And your purpose?"

"To reproduce and spread the Hive."

Darlene patted her hand. "Trust me, you'll love every minute of it."

Joy and Greg were in the master bedroom together. The bedroom where Greg and Elizabeth had sex together as recently as last night... but now Greg was with Joy. who was a complete stranger to him. Greg didn't quite know where to begin. Neither did she. But Joy wore a rider, a double banded one, and her riders started to flood her bloodstream with hormones. In moments she was in dire need of sex, and the only possible person who could satisfy her was only a few feet away. She rubbed her body against Greg, purred like a cat, and gave him a passionate kiss.

Greg was a little startled by her sudden turn of passion, but he slowly returned the kiss. He knew he had to do it, to protect Elizabeth and Rudy, but was still reluctant.

"I've never been with another woman before. Not since I got married," said Greg.

"It's all right," said Joy, giving him an alien smile. "Everything is going to be all right," she assured him, as she started to undress. She took off her shirt revealing her massive titties encased in a large bra. She saw Greg's eyes widen as he looked at them. They were big, much bigger than Elizabeth's. She turned around and showed him her back. "Unstrap me, will you Greg?"

Greg noticed the enormous rider on her back just above her horizontal back strap. It was thick and heavy and meaty and pulsating. The double gold bands shown brightly. The bones on it were much larger and more pronounced than Elizabeth's. Is this what her rider would turn into?

Joy turned her head halfway towards him. "Greg, please help me."

There was something urgent in her tone that moved him. Greg reached out and unhooked her bra strap. As he did his knuckles brushed her rider. It felt warm and soft and alien.

Joy turned and faced him, slowly taking off her bra cups in a very sexual way. He realized she was gorgeous. Joy had huge breasts, much larger than Elizabeth's. Greg got an instant erection when he saw her large Spanishy breasts. They hung down from her body and were looser than Elizabeth's, but still very squeezable and very attractive, with the largest areolas he had ever seen like red bullseyes and erect nippled tits.

Joy put her arms around him. "Thank you, Greg," she said softly. He remembered she was an ESPer—could she read his mind?

Joy pressed her lips against his. They were soft and plush and warm. The warm softness of her breasts made his heart beat wildly. She was so sexy!

Joy smiled as she saw the effect she was having on him. "Would you help me with this?" She looked down at her own pants.

Joy could take off her own pants, but she wanted Greg to participate. It must be a strategy on the part of her rider, whispering in her ear, telling her to do this. Greg had agreed to cooperate, but he had hoped he could keep his participation passive, at least, as passive as he could while he was having sex with another woman, one who wasn't his wife. But as he saw the need etched in Joy's dark eyes, he felt compelled to obey. He found himself reaching for the clasps on her pants of his own accord. Joy smiled broadly as he slowly pulled down her pants. She had long, firm sexy legs.

She stared at him with guileless eyes. "Greg, you don't plan to have sex with your clothes on, do you?"

Greg mumbled, "No," Feeling very embarrassed, he reached for his shirt, but Joy's hands were quicker, covering his own. "I'll help." She gave him a smile which made his penis tingle.

Joy was sexy! And what was worse, she wasn't using any inducements to make him feel attracted to her. No musky scent, no alien mind control. It was all natural. She stared at him with dark eyes as she opened his shirt, clasp by clasp. Once it was off him she ran her hands over his chest with her soft, warm hands. "You're very handsome, Greg."

"Thanks...." he mumbled, again feeling embarrassed.

Joy reached over and started to pull down his pants. Greg cooperated silently, lifting one leg and then the other. Then she looked at his underwear, at his obvious erection. "For me?"

Greg's face turned even redder and he looked away.

Joy turned his head to face her again. "There is nothing to be ashamed of here, dear Greg." She pressed her lips against him again and this time Greg moaned.

She gave him a resolute look and pulled down his underwear. His erect penis flopped out and pointed straight at her. "You're very handsome, Greg. I like your erection."

"I... thanks," Greg swallowed heavily. She liked his erection. Elizabeth had never talked like that. His penis quivered.

Joy cocked her head. "Do you find me attractive?"

"Of course," Greg blurted out.

"Of course!" She smiled beautifully. "You're so nice," she decided. She reached out and gently petted his shaft. She looked into his eyes. "I know you feel guilty about this. But we have to do this, you understand?"

Greg nodded.

"If we have to do it, there is no shame in enjoying ourselves. I am the woman. You are the man. We were made for each other." Her soft touch caressed his stiff shaft. "I look forward to having you inside me," she said, her eyes sparkling. Her words made Greg even stiffer.

Joy had changed. When Greg and Elizabeth had first met her in the kitchen, she had acted fearful, and reluctant. But now, all alone with him, she seemed almost eager to perform. Greg wondered if her rider had something to do with it... or if her tearful introduction had only been an act, intended to get their sympathy.

Suddenly Joy cocked her head again, as if listening to something Greg could not hear. Then she said, "My master wants you to begin, Greg. It wants you to make love to me. But you can't do that while I'm still wearing my panties, can you?"

"I... I guess not," he said. She battled eyelashes and smiled.

She was going to make him do it. For some reason, she, or her rider, very much wanted him to actively participate. Greg took a deep breath and bent over and pulled down her panties. A rich forest of curly black pubic hair shot out at him at face level. He smelled a primal, earthy smell.

Greg stood there, completely naked sporting a firm erection right next to a woman he had just met. He realized he was going to have sex with her, in his very own bedroom while his wife and son were in the kitchen. It all felt very odd to him, and very wrong, and yet a part of him he could not deny was also very excited.

Joy smiled at him as if she could read his mind, which maybe as an ESPer she was doing. "It's time, Greg." She pulled him to the bed. She lay on her back and Greg obediently got on top of her. He felt her heavy breasts and smooth legs rubbing against him and his erection instantly became as hard as a rock.

"Put it in me, Greg," she whispered. She saw his hesitation. "The sooner we get done, the sooner you can return to your wife."

The sooner he could return to his wife.

This was all wrong, all incredibly wrong!

But he had no choice.

"Please!" she said, with real pleading in her eyes.

Greg reluctantly nodded and got between her legs.

But when Joy spread her legs, Greg was in for a surprise. There was a creature there, sticking out of the entrance of her vagina. The face of it was above her vagina, tiny little eyes on a small black head. The mouth of it was large, and seemed to cover the entrance to her vagina.

"What... what is this?" Greg asked.

"It is a creature... a creature they have put inside me," said Joy. "They are trying a new way to get humans pregnant, with the kind of pregnancy they want. You put your thing inside of me, but first it goes into the creature, who mixes your... your seed... with something else."

Greg looked at the creature. It hissed! And it had teeth!

"I'm not putting my penis into that!" said Greg.

"Please!" said Joy. "Think of my Emilio! And think of your son!"

Greg bit his lip. She was right. He had no choice.

Gently, he inserted the head of his penis between the teeth of the thing. He found his shaft going inside of Joy's vagina. Except Joy's vagina felt different on the inside. Like scales. Rougher. He sunk all the way inside her.

Oh my God, I'm inside another woman!

Instinctively Greg started to thrust back and forth. The scaly roughness of the creature's insides felt good against the head of his penis, really good. He started to thrust more and more rapidly. Suddenly, as he plunged out and plunged in, the head of his penis scraped the teeth around the entrance to the vagina.

Greg cried out. "Ow!"

"Dear Greg, you have to keep going! Don't stop!" said Joy, hugging him tightly.

Greg grabbed Joy in return, getting an iron grip on her as well, and started to fuck her consistently, scraping his penis against the teeth again and again as carefully and as gently as he could. Slowly pleasure started to replace pain.

Joy smiled up at him encouragingly. "That's right, dear! You're doing it, keep going!"

Greg made a pained face even as he made love to her. "But... it's wrong."

Joy kissed him hard and stared at him fiercely. "You're so sexy! You're the sexiest man I've ever been with!"

"Really?"

She kissed him again, hard. "Really!"

"Ooooh," Greg groaned. He had felt passion before, with Elizabeth, but hadn't felt this kind of raw sex appeal in years. He hadn't been with a new woman since he got married, and certainly not a woman as sensual and appreciative as Joy. His penis tightened up, and it wasn't merely from the pressure of the creature's scaly insides. "Oh... Oh Joy... I... I'm going to-"

"Yes, dear Greg, yes!" Joy cried. "Fill me with your love!"

And then it happened! Her enthusiasm was infectious. Greg cried out, his buttocks tensing, as he filled Joy's insides (or the creature's insides?) with everything he had. Joy cried out with intense satisfaction as she felt him release inside of her.

The male had been conditioned to perform his part. Joy's master was pleased!

Joy's rider rewarded her with a powerful orgasm. Her body rocked back and forth as she received extreme pleasure.

Greg collapsed on top of her. When he opened his eyes he saw Joy smiling at him. "Thank you," she whispered, giving him a gentle kiss.

Gently he started to disengage himself. When Greg pulled out, he saw small, bloody scratches on the head of his penis which were sore to the touch.

They lay together in each others' arms for a while. Greg tried to process what he had just done. He had just had sexual intercourse with another woman. He was trying to get another woman pregnant who was not his wife. The shame of what he did struck him.

Joy touched his hairy chest tenderly with fingertips. "It... it wants us to do it again."

"It?"

"My rider. My master," said Joy.

Her master. "Do you do everything it tells you to?" Greg asked.

Joy nodded. "I must. And now, so must you." She saw his expression. "Please, Greg, make love to me again. If you don't, they will know."

"I... I'm not sure I can," said Greg.

"Of course you can!" She started to stroke his penis, giving him a sunny smile. "You're very handsome, Greg!"

Is she saying that, or is her rider?

Greg had caught a glimpse of her rider, a big heavy meaty thing with two bands. He suspected her rider was using her to manipulate him.

But she was so beautiful! He had never had sex with such a pretty woman. And Elizabeth hadn't been this enthusiastic in years, at least, not until she got her rider. As Joy stroked him and kissed him tenderly he felt himself getting hard again.

"Put it in me, Greg. Please, I want you inside me right now."

Greg couldn't resist her sexy smile or her needy tone. Whatever the origin of it, an attractive woman was in his bed, begging him for sex. He couldn't resist. No normal man could. And so he once again inserted himself into the creature living inside her vagina.

Joy smiled as he started thrusting. "You're so good, Greg, so very good. My master is pleased."

Her master was pleased.

That was the wrong thing to say to him.

"We shouldn't be doing this!" Greg cried, even as he continued thrusting. Then he frowned as if he were experiencing a problem of a different kind. "I... I can't do this!"

"You have to!"

"You don't understand," said Greg. "I can't do it twice so quickly."

"Yes you can!" said Joy firmly. "Tell me how you got Elizabeth pregnant with Rudy. Didn't you enjoy the idea of impregnating her?"

"Yes," said Greg, moving back and forth rhythmically inside of her.

"The idea of filling her with your sperm, Greg. The idea of making a child inside of her. Didn't it excite you?" Her dark eyes were shining with lust.

Greg continued to pump his penis in and out, scraping it painfully against the creature's teeth. "Yesssss." He looked at Joy's belly. He was being compelled to do this, but nevertheless a part of him found the idea of creating life inside of her to be exciting, even if it was alien life. Elizabeth didn't want a second child and he never thought he'd have another chance after Rudy was born.

"Then do it!" Joy implored him. "Do it, Greg! Fill me with life! Put a child into me!" She wrapped her arms and legs around him. He felt the warmth of her on his back and his legs. "Fill me with your seed!"

Oh! Her eagerness to be impregnated excited a part of Greg he had forgotten had even existed. He gave a manly roar and pumped even harder. "Joy! I think I can do it now!"

"Yes, Greg, keep going!" Joy cried.

"Oh Joy!"

"Yes Greg! Don't stop, dear, don't stop for anything!"

"Oh!" Again her raw enthusiasm infected him, somehow gave him sexual energy to do what needed to be done. Greg suddenly stiffened again and felt his penis throb deep inside of her. Throb, throb throb throb! It felt so good to release inside of her! As Greg ejaculated, his sperm mixed with alien chemicals and was propelled deep into her uterus.

Greg groaned softly as the last of his sperm dripped out the head of his penis. And then, his job done, he collapsed on top of her.

"Thank you," he heard a soft voice whisper in his ear.

Greg and Joy came out of the bedroom, fully dressed, walking hand in hand. It had been Joy's idea to take his hand. Greg's genitals felt so wonderfully drained and relaxed!

Elizabeth looked like she was going to cry. "Did you... did you....?" She couldn't say it.

"Yes," said Greg. There was no other way to say it.

"Oh my God," said Elizabeth, collapsing into his arms. She was sobbing.

"Dad, did you really just have sex with that woman?" Rudy asked.

"He did, dear brother," said Darlene. "When you join the Hive, you'll not only understand, but approve."

"Rudy is never joining the Hive!" Greg growled.

"Then you'd better get Joy knocked up, Dad," said Darlene, with an inhuman smile.

Elizabeth, still in Greg's arms, winced with pain.

"How was he, Joy? Dad has a very sexy body, doesn't he?" Darlene winked at her.

Joy gave Elizabeth a worried glance. "Yes. He is very attractive."

Darlene rubbed Joy's arm. "Did it feel good, feeling my Dad's hard dick inside you? Did it feel good, feeling him fill you with his sperm?"

"I... uh...." Joy was speechless.

"Darlene, is this really necessary?" Greg asked sharply.

She stood on her toes and looked him in the eye. "It's necessary if the Hive says it is, Dad! We must work to break the bonds of your archaic familial thinking!" And then she pressed up against him and kissed him on the lips.

"Darlene!" Elizabeth cried.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Darlene asked, wiping her lips with a little smile. "You don't like sharing your sexy husband? That's one of the things you'll learn to do when you go deeper into the Hive." She turned to Greg. "Joy is obviously smitten with you, Dad. You did a really good job. I hope you had a good time in the process." She winked again.

"No, I didn't!" Greg snapped. He saw Joy's lower lip trembling. "I mean, Joy, she's an attractive woman. A very attractive woman-"

Elizabeth started to cry again.

"But I love my wife." Greg looked Elizabeth in the eye. "I love you, Elizabeth!"

"R-Really?" she sniffled.

"Of course! Nothing could change that!" said Greg.

"Really, Dad?" Darlene put her hands on her hips, making her small breasts jut out. "You just got the chance to have sex with a new woman after 20 years, a really sexy woman. And you're telling us you didn't enjoy a single moment of it? Don't you see what the Hive is doing for you? It's freeing your sexuality."

"I don't want my sexuality freed," Greg growled, as he held his trembling wife in his arms.

"You will," said Darlene, giving him a knowing look. She turned to her mother."And so will you, Mom," said Darlene.

"What does that mean?" Elizabeth asked.

"While Dad is busy, perhaps we'll find someone else for you." Her eyes turned to Rudy.

Elizabeth shook her head in terror. "No... never."

Darlene shrugged. "Perhaps you'll change your mind once your rider matures some more." She turned to Joy. "Thank you for coming. The Hive is pleased. We will see you tomorrow at the same time, yes?"

Joy nodded reluctantly. She looked at Greg. "Goodbye." She touched his hand briefly, making Elizabeth wince. Then she was gone.

After she left, Elizabeth whispered, "Please, Greg, don't do that again. Never do that again!"

"I have to," said Greg. "You know that."

In the middle of the night, Elizabeth sat upright in bed.

"What is it?" Greg asked.

She whispered, "Did you like it?"

Greg didn't answer.

"Did you like it?" She asked again.

"No," said Greg. "I'm doing it because I have to. You know that."

"I know, but it hurts," said Elizabeth.

"I know," said Greg, rolling over so he could hug her.

When Joy returned the next evening, the mood in the Hollander house was tense, to say the least. Joy was wearing a white flower dress and uncertain eyes. "Elizabeth, how are you?"

Elizabeth frowned and said nothing.

"How are you, Joy?" said Greg, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"I... I am fine," said Joy, fidgeting slightly. Truthfully her rider had been stimulating her unmercifully, making sure she was properly motivated for her next lovemaking session with Greg. "How have you been?"

Elizabeth slammed a hand on the table, making Joy jump. "Stop it! Just go and do it already, all right?"

Joy looked like she was about to cry. Greg took her by the hand and led her to the master bedroom and closed and locked the door behind him.

He turned to face her. "I'm... I'm sorry for my wife."

Joy flew into his arms. "Oh, Greg, it's not your wife who needs to apologize."

"Then who?" Greg asked, puzzled. Joy didn't answer. "Joy, what's wrong?"

"It's you, Greg," said Joy. "When I came here yesterday, you performed, yes, but you were full of reluctance. You had to be persuaded, coaxed, at every step. I... I... I feel like, I feel like you are fighting me, like I am your enemy."

"No! You're not my enemy, Joy!" said Greg hotly.

Joy frowned. "I feel I have to convince you, to seduce you. Like I have to make you do this-"

"It's not that way at all!" said Greg.

She looked up at him with dark eyes. "Then show me. Join me not as someone who needs to be persuaded, but as an equal partner." She extended her hand.

Greg looked at her open hand for a long moment. He knew what she was asking for.

Why not? He asked himself. If he was going to perform, why did he have to make Joy feel guilty about it? She was every bit as much an unwilling participant as he was.

He looked at her dark eyes. She was truly beautiful. He leaned forward and kissed her passionately. Then he started to undress her. One clasp after another came open, revealing Joy's large hispanic breasts. She stared at him solemnly and restrained herself to only give him a hint of a smile. The sexual tension between them was palpable as Greg undressed her of his own free will. Greg was participating now. She started working on his own clothes. In moments they were both standing there nude, facing each other. Joy's bare breasts barely touched Greg's chest. Her nipples were erect and twice the size of Elizabeth's and pointed straight at him. She was aroused and she wanted him. Father down he felt his rapidly stiffening penis brush against her belly, just above her pubis.

Joy smiled and extended a hand. "Shall we?"

Greg smiled and took it.

This time the lovemaking was different. Greg wasn't simply trying to get Joy pregnant, though he was, but there was also something else between them. Greg stared into Joy's eyes with every thrust, every in and out. She stared back at him, her face alight with pleasure and, yes, joy. She was obviously enjoying the feeling of having him inside her. Her smiles, her groans, the way she caressed his back, the way she wrapped her legs around him all excited him terribly. When he came inside of her he felt as emotionally satisfied as if he had been with Elizabeth.

"Oh Greg, you make me feel so good!" Joy cried.

"Joy, I'm going to come!" said Greg, feeling his penis tightening up.

"Come for me, come for me my love"! said Joy.

"Oh Joy! Oh Joy oh Joy oh Joy!" Greg stiffened up and released inside of her. As he felt his penis thumping he stared into her dark eyes and realized how lucky he felt to be able to inseminate her. There was something so masculine, so powerful, about inseminating a beautiful woman.

"Dios Mio," she murmured, as he collapsed into her grateful arms.

Soon you'll want it, Dad. Darlene's voice ringed accusingly in his ears.

And then, without even realizing it, Greg fell asleep.

He didn't realize what had happened until he came awake. He was still in Joy's arms. He jerked slightly as his eyes focused and he saw her staring at him.

"Hello, Sunshine." She brushed hair tenderly out of his face. "Your face looks so beautiful when you're asleep."

Greg became aware that their legs were intertwined, and that his penis was pressed against her pubis. "How long....?"

Joy shrugged. "An hour. Perhaps two."

Two hours? Elizabeth must be out of her mind! He moved to get up but Joy held him tightly. "Just another minute, please." She said, wrapping her strong legs around his. She suddenly looked vulnerable.

Greg leaned towards her and wrapped his arms around her.

"That's better," said Joy, looking very pleased with herself. "Before we get dressed, I want to tell you something."

"What?"

"I just want to tell you... how much I enjoy you." She looked him up and down. "Being with you. I know we have to do what we have to do, but... it's nice doing it with you."

Greg felt his penis stiffening even further. He knew that Joy must have felt it too. "I... I liked it too," he said slowly.

"You did?"

"That creature... between your legs... it makes you feel tighter, rougher. It... it stimulates me in a really nice way," said Greg, reddening. "And you... you're beautiful. Incredibly beautiful. And I don't just mean your body."

"What do you mean, Greg?"

"You... you're so sensual," he said.

They stared at each other for a moment, and then Joy kissed Greg, and the kiss went on and on.

When Joy pulled back, she started to play with his pubic hair. "Dear, dear Greg," she said softly.

Greg looked downwards. The creature had retreated inside of Joy's vagina, but on the outside of her vaginal lips, just above her slit, was a glowing green character. It looked like an upside down U with a dot in it. "What is that?" he pointed.

"That? That's my Hive Mark."

"Hive Mark?"

"It marks me as a member of the Hive. You'll get one when you join us."

Greg shook his head even as Joy smiled. She leaned away from him and reached for her panties. "And now maybe we really should be getting dressed so as not to overworry dear Elizabeth." But her tone conveyed more mockery than genuine concern.

As Joy reached for her clothes Greg got a good look at her back. Her rider was huge, covering both shoulder blades and going down half her back. It was large and had two circular golden bands and when it pulsated it looked like a balloon. When it was flat Greg could see the bone structure on her back looked like enormous knuckles.

Greg shuddered. He had never gotten a good look at it before. Joy's rider was larger than Elizabeth's, much larger. How much of Joy's enthusiasm had been her own, and how much had been her rider's? A short while ago he had, in a sense, been making love to that. It sent a chill down his spine.

Joy sensed his gaze and turned and smiled at him. She looked so sexy as she pulled her tight pink underwear over her large Spanishy ass. "You have a question?"

"Does it... does it control you?"

"Of course not," said Joy, yawning playfully, thrusting her breasts towards him. She smiled as she caught his eye. "It just suggests things. And it makes things feel even better."

"Things?"

"Like the things we were doing," she winked at him as she put on one pants leg, and the other. She reached around for her heavy bra. "Strap me in?"

Greg nodded. As he stood behind her he was suddenly close to her rider, very close. It was brown-yellow and pulsating and sweaty and alien. Up close the symmetrical knuckles on it were large with V shaped protrusions. Joy had an entire skeletal structure on her back! Would Elizabeth's rider get so big?

"In a way I'm glad," she said, turning to face him.

"Glad?" Greg said, shaken out of his thoughts.

"If it hadn't been for my rider, I never would have met you." She looked at him with clear admiration in her eyes.

But were those her emotions, or her rider's?

"Would you, would you like me to try and remove it?" Greg asked. He remembered Elizabeth's reaction, but maybe-

"No!" said Joy, recoiling from him. "Why would you even suggest that?"

It was at that moment that Greg realized that Joy was totally under the control of her rider. The sob story she had told them about being a reluctant participant when she first arrived had been just that, a story. Greg didn't even know if Joy was really married with a child or not. It could have all been a story her rider made her say, to make her seem more sympathetic.

And yet whoever or whatever Joy was, there was no denying that Greg was powerfully attracted to her. It should matter to him if the woman he just had sex with was being manipulated by aliens, but Joy's smile, Joy's body, Joy's sexy breasts and luscious cunt was enough to silence all questions.

"Will the rider on my wife's back grow as large as yours?" Greg asked.

"Perhaps." Joy stared at him with searching eyes. "But you needn't worry about your dear wife."

"Why not?"

"Soon she will be given another lover."

Greg's jaw dropped open. "Another lover?"

"It is the Hive's way." She saw the concern in his face and determined to remove it. "Do not worry. Kiss me."
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