Chapter 1 - Nesting Time

Humanity has destroyed the planet. Mutants ruled the surface world. Eli was about to cum. 

Inspired by this lovely gem by Neurodyne  

Consensual/Monster/Impregnation 

What did they expect, to make it back alive? Eli’s caravan had attempted to travel to a rumored bunker not far from their own, as they were on the last leg of their food and gasoline. What a great idea, lets ramble throughout the waste for something that may not exist. The idiots, he had told them! He was always telling them to use their goddamn heads, but now they were dead, and he was alone. What good did it do to be right when everyone was most likely dead; not much. Perhaps they were lucky, he heard that the abominations of the surface were not hospitable host, preferring to steal a human’s genetic makeup; further deforming for the sake of evolution. He prayed that they were rumors.
 
He tried to scan his environment, to get a grip of his bearings. His arms and legs had been bound to a wall by thick strands of webbing; his head also partially held in place. How awful, they didn’t have the consideration to blindfold him, at least that way he wouldn’t have to watch as they devoured him alive. His humor did quite little to calm his nerves, to be honest, he was quite the coward. When the beast attacked his convoy he panicked, he’d never actually seen a mutant; only hearing about them over garbage fire stories. Man, that place was a shithole. When he heard the screams and gunfire he decided the best course of action was to just avoid the whole “heroism” thing, instead ducking into a burnt-out car. As the shrill howling and gunfire grew closer he began imagining what they’d look like, and passed out. It wasn’t honorable, but it was how it happened.
 
He was in some sort of abandoned subway tunnel, signs protruding from the thick webbing that covered the walls and floor. Great, spiders, they sure had those in the bunker; now a giant mutant spider was going to eat his face off. Revenge presumably. The whole situation was fucked, but had reached a new level when he heard the clattering of something approaching; the sound of claws scraping in the darkness. He soon noticed that he was alone in the chamber, no other survivors or even corpses around him. This was strange, but it got weirder; his pants had been shredded off. Good god! Had they no dignity? Everything was beginning to make sense, the pieces falling into place; they were going to eat his dick first! Eli began sobbing, how could any creature be so depraved? That was it wasn’t it; why he was alone in the room, he was dessert! He knew he was well endowed but Jesus, what a cruel twist of fate.
 
The shambling grew closer. This was it, time to die a eunuch, he tensed up in troubled anticipation. 
 
From the darkness he spotted it, the creature; it crawled on the left wall towards him. Its body was mostly human, but various features were anything but. Two scythe like arms protruded from its shoulders, 3” spines covering its arms and shoulders. It was a woman. As much as he didn’t want to admit it the beast had a voluptuous figure, large perky breast, wide hips, a toned body; his cock was beginning to stiffen. Turned on by a mutant, good god, but at least he had an excuse; he hadn’t touched himself in a week. What wasn’t attractive was its face, hell its whole head. The creature’s mug was twisted and misshapen, nearly lipless, but not toothless. Jagged fangs jutted from her mouth. Her, god he was horny. As it got closer he could see it even better, its blue skin highlighted by pulsing purple veins. 
 
She approached him, now only a foot or so away; she smelled lovely. Wait, what? It was true, Eli couldn’t quite place it, but she smelled better than anything he’d ever smelled; which wasn’t hard, living in a bunker. He looked down, the beast’s vagina was leaking a thick blue substance. Was that cum, it looked like it. Was that the smell? 
 
Ok, now the pieces were really coming together. It wanted to, fuck? No, it wanted to breed. This thing was feral, what fun would it get out of just fucking some random dude? It made sense, but didn’t. Could mutants not breed by themselves? She was alone after all. He pitied her, but then again, he hoped that was the case, and that sex didn’t involve eating his cock off. 
 
She waisted no time, making a few clicking sounds with her mouth, just before impaling herself on his long shaft. Woah that feels great. The creature’s tight pussy was warm and inviting, tugging on his cock like a rope. He tried to move his arms, to get a better grip on her thighs, but then remembered he was bound. Lovely. She didn’t need him anyways; the creature was fucking him right, digging itself deeper into the webbing. Thank god for whatever was leaking out of her pussy, it made this even better, and made him forget about her face. The mutant swiveled her hips left to right, back and forth, twisting her pussy to better milk his throbbing cock. Eli was moaning loudly, honestly, he had forgotten he had a body; all sensation was coming from his swollen member. Finally, he couldn’t take anymore, spewing thick streams of cum into the mutant. It was pleased, making a distinct clicking noise; the mutant readjusted before sitting up, removing his manhood. 
 
Well, that wa-
 
What! She turned around, exposing her, asshole? No, it was another vagina; she had two. His mind spiraled now, good god how much cum did she want, he thought to himself. His balls had been drained, but the mutant could tell there was a little left. She slammed her second pussy down, her ass was now rubbing against his exposed abdomen. This was heaven, if he’d known this he’d have left years ago. Her walls squeezed tighter than before, he could feel small tendrils inside, massaging his large member. Cum was pooling beneath them, mainly the creatures, as her body refused to spill a drop of his. Good lord, he was going to explode, again. So, he did. More cum blasted into her womb, further sealing their arrangement. It moaned deeply, relieved and satisfied; who knew how long it’d been in heat. 
 
Eli knew not what the future held, or if he’d even survive, but he knew he was one up on everyone else. He’d most likely be a dad.

