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Novus	By : FieldDranzer Category: +M through R > Metroid Views: 22340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: As is the norm with this story, it's been too long since I updated it, and for that, I do apologize. However, now is not the time to rant and complain, for now, we have the most grating story against my sanity complete.
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Draconic Dominance

The resounding rustle of wind being ripped away from its natural course, the thunderous beat of scaled wings slashing through the air itself, the ferocious roar of a beast beyond mortality rang through the world itself. Down along the coastal line of Novus' shores, along every faded beach and rocky shore, the ocean itself rippled from the power of its scream. Waves clashed up against the shore, tearing through the muddled san, reshaping the coastline to better suit its presence.

Echoing through the mountainous ridges on the far side of the forest, its cry forced even the mightiest beasts to their knees, and with a single beat of its wings, it once more removed itself from the surface of the world. Soaring through the sky was the great leviathan of Novus itself, a predator that was better left hidden, forgotten and abandoned. Yet amidst the serenity of the planet itself, chaos had erupted. A scorching contrast to the purity of the planet; an anomaly so strange that the wildest of beasts had arisen.

Furiously beating its wings down against the plains below its mighty talons, electrifying cyan eyes glared down upon the world. Falling down the back of its head, a wild mane of pure white fur, resting atop a long neck covered in the hardest scales, led down to an equally furred chest. Pushing its wings to their full force, Meister halted its descent, looming within the moonlit skies of Novus as its eyes scoured the surface.

When naught came to meet its eyes, its draconic dominance, the mighty wings atop its back beat down once more, sending the mighty beast off on its way towards the jagged edges of the mountain it would call its home. Removed from the world itself, the mighty beast's eyes were focused on the singular task of purifying its world. Even as it flew off, wings beating down rapidly, the long onyx tail that sprouted from between its hind legs swirled around; the armored onyx scales that coated its body remained as hard as ever.

Even as the light above faded away, a malevolent crackle thundered through the skies; cyan orbs glinting in the growing darkness.

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Throwing herself up from her place on the ground, legs spread far apart, hands gripping the grey dirt on the ground, Samus Aran's eyes snapped open, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. Casting her frantic gaze around herself, scouring every corner of her ravaged tent, going so far as to gaze down upon her own ravaged form, the blonde bounty huntress' heartbeat slowed, her mind regaining its infamous focus. A dream. A terrifyingly real dream; one whose message had been all too clear.

Closing her eyes after a moment longer, Samus Aran relaxed her muscles, forcing her fingers to unclench from the dirt they had grasped. In a flash, the events of the previous week returned to her, and with a most unrefined grunt, the blonde rolled over onto her hands and knees, an unusual weight slowing her usual movement down. The week before, right on the very bed she now slept in, Samus Aran had been claimed. Novus' prophetic guardian, the avian whose name had been projected into the very depths of her subconscious, had appeared before her, its wings spread wide, its cock revealed for her arousal induced viewing pleasure.

Pushing herself up onto her feet with a mighty heave, Samus' gaze traveled down the length of her body; down along the sensuous curves that had caught the gaze of many a man. In the duration of her stay, things had... changed. Pushing the flaps of her ravaged tent aside, Samus' normally blue eyes widened, the radiant sunlight of Novus beating down upon her senses. However, as she herself had been reminded, her eyes would not be blinded by such a fickle light.

Stepping out fully, straightening her posture to reach her full height, Samus Aran's arms rose up into the air, stretching out the sore muscles in her back. For every movement she made, the weight atop her chest shifted; once more reminding the blonde about her current predicament. Be it as a side effect of her recent activities, or simply due to the planet's fauna, her breasts had swelled in size, going from a pair of firm D-cups to a pair of heavy E-cups; their current softness was only rivaled by the swell of her perfect bubble butt, an asset that had tightened up in the duration of her stay.

Whether she wanted to admit it or not, the added weight atop her chest felt... pleasant, perhaps even good, depending on when she would ponder such things. Rather than firmly defying gravity, her breasts had adopted a much rounder shape. Reaching down with her left hand, Samus tentatively grasped one of her globes, a soft moan resounding through her lips a moment later. Their shape, weight and general feel had changed. Briefly, Samus' mind shifted towards the cause of her growth. Although, just as quickly as the thought had appeared, the images of her various partners entered her mind; ranging from the most well endowed creature she had seen, to the quickest lay in her entire life. With a shake of her head, the corners of Samus' lips twitched. Such thoughts could come in handy later.

Even as she finished up her morning routine, walking along the line that made up the perimeter of her base camp, gazing out across the vast forest that seemingly stretched on forever, Samus moved about with a sense of restlessness. Despite her mind swiveling back and forth between the way her body had matured during her stay, to the way the area around her camp had grown even denser than before, something in the back of her head kept her from ever finding peace.

Despite the time she had spent traveling the galaxy, scouring every corner of the world in the hopes of finally ending her archenemy, the blonde bounty huntress had yet to meet a foe she could not defeat. Shaking her head in an attempt to clear her doubts away, Samus Aran's pale blue eyes fell upon the perimeter of her encampment, warily staring out into the tree line beyond her view. In the span of one night, her mind had been assaulted by a monstrous beauty, and as she settled down beside her crashed spaceship, her thighs slowly rubbed together to quell the faint trace of arousal that lingered in her system.

As her legs carried her the short distance that remained from her destination, Samus' eyebrows knit themselves together as a thought settled down within her mind. From the vision granted to her amidst Wolke's frantic rutting, the draconic master of Novus appeared as a benevolent creature; a beast capable of bathing the world in soothing waves of wind. However, thinking back to her rather unpleasant awakening, the beast shown to her there was anything but benevolent. Shuddering, Samus' mind was once more filled with its monstrous beauty, the scorching heat of its onyx flames tickling her skin.

Shaking her head a moment later, the vision was cast out of her mind; a serene peace settling down upon the blonde bounty huntress' matured body. Fearing for the future held no merit. Cowering in her base only allowed the predators of Novus to seek her out. In order to survive, she would have to take a more offensive path.

Yet, before such a path could be taken, her salvation would have to be guaranteed. The beacon in the midst of her encampment would have to be activated.

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The radiant sun shining down upon the tropical world of Novus slowly made its way down towards the horizon in the west; a cool breeze blowing through the various regions of the world as the seasons came and went. For most, the passing of time was unnoticed; a mere facet of the world that was uncontrolled. However, amidst the ever present life of Novus itself, its one female inhabitant could feel it far too clear.

Squatting down along the side of her beacon, perfectly swollen breasts pressing up against the sweltering metal used as the beacon's base, Samus Aran brushed the back of her hand across her forehead; beads of sweat running down the sides of her head. A breeze had settled down around the area of her camp, originating somewhere from the northern regions, though even with that gentle breeze, the ever present heat of the tropical realm remained.

The sun was still high in the sky, a few hours having passed since her awakening that morning, though even knowing that, the sun itself had seemingly frozen in place. Dropping down onto her left knee, Samus' bright blue eyes gazed through a small lid on the side of her hexagonal base; a small circuitry board being hidden within the center piece of her beacon.

For all intents and purposes, with her breasts pressing up against the metal base of a beacon, the blonde could happily pass as a woman in heat. Even the ever present drizzle of Novus refrained from cooling her down, the droplets of water having long since reached a level of warmth that brought nothing short of discomfort wherever she went. The same could be said for the pool next to her encampment; a pond of liquid warmth that only scorched her nethers and sent her hands down towards her core in an attempt to ease her suffering.

Letting out a low sigh as her fingers pulled a small screwdriver out from the beacon's depths, Samus Aran turned her eyes skyward, blowing a stray strand of blonde hair away from her forehead. True to her word, no matter how long she looked, the brilliant white sunlight that streamed down upon her naked body had yet to move. Its position within the center of the sky remained the same, and the warmth radiating off of its highest point was great enough to singe her creamy skin.

Briefly, before she herself could catch it, her eyes flickered off towards the entrance to her tent, its ravaged flaps fluttering invitingly in the wind, though the true intention behind their movement was not lost to her. In fact, over the span of her visit to the tropical planet, Samus Aran herself had been more sexually charged than ever before. The mere thought of laying down within what little shade remained, legs spread wide, one hand sloppily dipping down within her core...

Forcibly shaking her head hard enough to make her long blonde ponytail whip around behind her back, Samus closed her eyes, forcing her thoughts away from that delightfully tempting thought. For every moment she lingered, her mind whispered, begged and pleaded for her hands to delve deeper; to discard what little remained of her modesty and simply give in. Every night, she had faltered, her fingers had dipped down, and her lips had parted in cries of orgasmic bliss. Refraining from doing so whenever her arousal was rekindled truly was the last of her will.

Returning her focus to the task at hand, Samus steeled her nerves, fully aware that her restraint dwindled by the minute. Skimming past the borderline horrendous work she had put in with the cabling, her eyes flickered, a small spark coursing through the wires within the beacon's base. With what little power remained in her halfway overgrown ship, Samus Aran had managed to redirect that energy, fueling her distress beacon with what would amount to a few weeks worth of energy; plenty of time for her signal to reach the Federation itself.

Withdrawing her tiny screwdriver from the circuit board within the beacon, Samus warily closed the small lid meant to keep the cables and wires safe, returning her gaze to the ship she had so hastily escaped from upon her landing. In all likelihood, she could easily have remained inside of her ship for another week before being forced to move out. However, in her dazed confusion, she had left the relatively safe confines of her ship, instead going for the more direct approach of camping outside. In hindsight, that may very well have been her first mistake.

Rising up with her hands fully stretched out into the air, a few cracks resounded throughout Samus Aran's body, her firm bubble butt bouncing in time with her movements whilst her breasts retained their position, the sheer weight held within her tits refusing to lift as they may have done before. Groaning as her sore muscles screamed at her to lay down and relax, Samus forced herself to move on, her long blonde hair swaying in the gentle breeze that fluttered past Novus, and despite the eternal placement of the sun, the humidity had fallen enough to make it bearable.

Walking through the short gap between her beacon and her crashed ship, Samus longingly stared at the forcibly opened doorway, a whimpering mewl slipping past her lips. Strangely enough, the loss of a technologically advanced room to sleep in was nowhere near as annoying as it should have been. The weaponry that lay dormant within her ship had yet to be required, though that may very well be due to her other methods of combat. As for what remained of her Zero Suits, the blonde couldn't care. All she truly cared for was the plasma pistol she had brought out with her, as well as the leather belt with a holster, safely stowed away within her private quarters. Right above her more... personal weapons.

Stepping through the ravaged hull of her ship, right beside the entrance itself, Samus' feet sank down into the soft grey mud that was scattered throughout the whole of Novus' surface. The substance had crept inside of her ship sometime during her battle against the Jaegers. Glancing off to her left, a trimmed blonde eyebrow rose, a bewildered expression adoring her face. The entrance to the cockpit had long since fallen to the wildlife of Novus, and gazing upon the consoles covered in vines and other foliage, her mind briefly flickered back to her theory about the planet itself being a living being. However, as quickly as the thought had resurfaced, the blonde pushed it back down into the depths of her mind.

Following the still unsoiled path to her right, Samus Aran's feet were quickly assaulted by the pleasantly cool feeling of steel rather than dirt, a cold shiver running up her spine from the unusual substance. Stepping through the doorway that blocked her private quarters off from the rest of the ship, Samus' eyes quickly scanned through the surrounding area, already well aware of what she would find. By her estimate, the Jaegers that had so openly assaulted her must have slipped inside of her ship as well. Scattered across the floor were discarded pieces of her Zero Suit, the baby blue material being a stark contrast from the grey metal within her quarters. All around the room, pieces of her suit was strewn about, as well as a few of her more risky undergarments.

However, despite the dismay one might feel from seeing her torn and half-eaten lingerie strewn about on the floor, the drawers built into her wardrobe still remained unopened. Stepping over her torn clothes, Samus all but threw the top drawer open, her eyes being met by the oh so familiar sight of dark grey and black.

Held within her drawer was one of her most reliable tools, aside from her Varia Armor.

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Stepping out from the familiar confines of her space ship, Samus Aran straightened her back, eyes gleaming with newfound resolve. Despite her permanent state of undress, a black leather harness was draped around her waist, simple yet effective, with a singular holster against her right hip. Brandishing an old fashioned plasma pistol, the bounty huntress' mind was made up; her prey would be hunted down.

In the time she had spent inside of her ship, wandering around the cockpit in search of a power reading, the far too familiar sound of wings flapping in the wind had reached her ears. Now, as she strode away from the crash site within her base, Samus' blue eyes flickered up, quickly landing on the form of the majestic avian that had all but reshaped her stomach during their fateful encounter.

Staring up into the electrifying cyan eyes of the avian, Samus Aran gave a slight nod of her head, the merest sign of acknowledgement, before allowing her gaze to once more drop down onto the muddled ground of her encampment. As she made her way towards the nearly completed distress beacon in the center of her camp, the sound of flapping wings once more reached her ears, though without looking back, she could already tell that Wolke had merely moved away from the perimeter, likely heading off into the depths of the forest to await her arrival.

The blonde truly was a sight to behold, from the way her body had seemingly matured, even though she herself was a sexually mature adult, to the way her long golden blonde hair fell down her back in a tight ponytail. Allowing her right hand to drop down onto the grip of her pistol, Samus returned to the base of her beacon, eyes already scouting out the surrounding area for any way to maintain a steady stream of power. To the best of her knowledge, simply transferring whatever remained within her ship's energy core would be the simplest option, though that truly would make her helpless should the signal go unanswered.

Grimly, the thought of whether or not she would return at all entered her mind, though with what little of her will had been returned, she squashed that thought. She, Samus Aran, had fought against the horrors of the galaxy; ranging from the Metroid Prime to a reincarnated Ridley, and then back to a number of clones and parasites that had simply become their own entities. How could a simple beast even compare?

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The forested pathway leading out from her encampment remained the same as it always had, though somehow, as her bare feet stepped past the scarred and ravaged mud that made up the road, the briefest flash of excitement coursed through the bounty huntress' mind. Despite the danger involved, the mere thought of hunting down the greatest predator of a planet, a being so majestic that its power was manifested in the dreams of others, was enough to add another spring to her step.

Before long, the path in and off of itself disappeared, blending in with the fauna of Novus. Great whitewood trees towered above her head, shrouding the entrance to the forest in a serene radiance that was often unseen on colonized planets. Smaller trees, bushes twigs dotted the ground as well, some of which showed signs of growth, while others had simply been trampled down by the wildlife of Novus itself.

Although, as her feet carried her through the unnatural white and grey foliage, Samus' eyebrows knit together, her skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat and water as the sunlight from above refused to recede. Much to her annoyance and enjoyment, the cool drizzle that eternally fell from Novus' cloudless skies acted as soothing waves to her overheating body, leaving her on the brink of exhaustion, while still maintaining a sort of freshness to her spirit. Without a doubt, should the drizzle disappear, then she herself would likely fall within mere moments.

As her thoughts faded away into the back of her head, and her eyes began to fully take in the foliage around her body, Samus Aran pushed her heels down into the ground. All around her, the land itself had been torn, large gashes and craters adorning the surrounding area, and straight ahead, the forest path opened up into a small, far too familiar clearing.

Stepping forth with slow, hesitant movements, Samus gently put her left hand atop one of the whitewood trees beside the clearing's entrance. The unnatural sunlight that shone down upon the ground of Novus was almost completely blocked out by the grey leaves of the whitewood trees, leaving the center of the clearing as a hub of warmth and humidity. Fully entering the clearing, aware that at any moment, the earth may very well begin to shake anew, Samus' crystal blue eyes flickered throughout the area, scanning the gap between the trees, all the while praying to never again see the cyan orbs of her equine lover.

Rather than finding the hungering eyes of an equine predator, Samus Aran's gaze quickly fell upon the form of a small, brilliant white feather resting atop the mushy mud beneath the greatest whitewood in the clearing. Putting one foot ahead of the other, an audible gulp resounded through the clearing, quickly followed by a low, unhindered whimper as the blonde bounty huntress' vagina ached. Weeks after her encounter with Leistung, and still the pleasant pain of having her vaginal walls ruined caused her snatch to weep.

Gazing around the small glade with her eyebrows furrowed, Samus Aran's mind remained focused on the threat that had loomed outside of her camp so long ago. The equine predator she had originally been assigned to hunt down; Leistung.

For all intents and purposes, her defeat should have been swift and painful, though by whatever deity ruled over Novus, Samus' life had been spared. Glaring off in the direction where the beast had originally dashed forth, the blonde's blue eyes all but radiated her spite. A feeling that was strengthened further by the wanton lust that coursed through her loins from the thought of meeting her prey once again. If one could call what had happened spared, then Samus herself would have preferred to be tortured by the hands of her archenemy.

Returning her gaze to the pristine white feather that rested so easily in her palm, Samus' eyes widened for the shortest second, her gaze quickly turning skyward. Up through the rough and ruined bark of the greatest whitewood tree she had seen, high in the branches that stretched out to overshadow all else, white and onyx gleamed in the shaded branches. Resting atop one of the many branches of the great whitewood tree, the prophet itself sat, its electrifying cyan eyes staring down to where Samus Aran stood. For the briefest moment, their eyes locked together; crystal blue orbs gazing deep within endless cyan gems.

The sight of the avian prophet, resting within the thick branches of a whitewood tree, was enough to send a wave of realization through the blonde's mind. With her guide present, the journey had already drawn close to its grand finale, though that being said, whether she wanted to admit it or not, her groin ached for one final touch.

Dropping her left hand down towards the apex of her thighs, Samus Aran's eyes remained locked onto the cyan orbs of her latest lover. In the aftermath of their last proper encounter, the bounty huntress' mind had been probed and filled; images of roads, landmarks and a singular destination burning itself inside of her mind. Those very images still lingered, and with their help, Samus' path truly was laid out before her.

Feeling her slender fingers rub against her hyper sensitive clit, Samus' eyelids fluttered closed for the briefest moment, an outdrawn, breathy moan slipping past her lips. Her vagina was wet, that much was clear. With the radiant sunlight shining down upon her bared body, as well as the premonition of being watched as well as anticipated, Samus' mind had drifted off. The image of which hidden path to take and what direction to walk disappeared, though in its place, the shadowy form of a behemoth arose. Long limbs, a mighty tail and two great wings that whirled up a storm with every beat they made. Onyx and white scaled to defend it from any threat. Although, more prominent than anything else, its endlessly deep eyes, a darker shade of cyan than what she had seen to date, with clear streaks of crackling lightning running down the side of its head and neck.

The mental image she had received from Wolke all those days ago remained as clear as ever, and as Samus' mind drifted further, her fingers dipping lower, the treasure between the behemoth's legs reared its head. With a start and a moan, Samus snapped her eyes open, a faint breeze caressing her wet body whilst the sunlight above warmed her to the bone.

For better or for worse, whenever her mind drifted off towards the vision granted to her by the avian prophet, the concept of time receded from her mind. Shaking her long blonde hair until it whipped back and forth against her rump, Samus Aran once again redirected her gaze up towards the branches of the great whitewood tree.

Where Wolke had once been seated, nothing remained. With a begrudging groan, Samus Aran withdrew her fingers from the depths of her snatch, a light sheen of pussyjuice remaining atop her fingers. Without allowing the drizzle of Novus to wash her juices away, Samus Aran pulled her fingers up towards her face, devouring the juice coated digits with one smooth motion. Whether it was the first time, or the thousandth time, the sweet taste of her lustful secretions left a smile upon her lips. And, as she withdrew her fingers from the grasp of her luscious lips, a soft smile truly did adorn Samus Aran's features; a strange sight when taking in her surroundings.

The destination within her mind was still clear, the path leading her there was straight ahead, through the depths of Novus' jungles and smaller forests. Even before taking a single step, the blonde's eyes whirled around in her head, the faintest shiver running down her spine. From somewhere far away, deep within the woods themselves, something had moved. Squinting her eyes to stare through the trees, bushes and branches obscuring her view, Samus Aran's eyebrows knit together, a frown spreading out across her face. No matter how hard she looked, the presence had long since disappeared; leaving her and her alone in the sanctum of Leistung.

With a shake of her head and a sway of her hips, Samus returned her gaze to her left, staring down what could only be considered a downtrodden dirt path; hoof prints pushing the muddled ground down along the road. Securing the holster around her hips, the blonde bounty huntress steeled her resolve for what felt like the hundredth time that eternally long day. Even before she herself realized it, her legs had begun moving, a light breeze and warm water showering her exposed figure whilst her toes sunk down into the grey dirt that encompassed the region she had explored.
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Even amidst the eternally shining sun, the internal sense of time that any human possessed told Samus Aran more than what was strictly required. By all rules and regulations, it was easily past midnight by that point in time. The sunlight from above, coupled with the sheer humidity of the planet, was more than enough to disorient any person that may be so unfortunate as to be enveloped by its overpowering presence.

Resting her back against the rough bark of a great whitewood tree, one leg dangling off of a thick branch a few feet off of the ground, Samus' mind was filled with nothing short of bewildered euphoria. Even though the sunlight shone down upon her naked body, the heat itself was enough to drain her usual vitality, leaving her panting for breath only an hour or two after she had left the forest clearing.

Rolling her head back atop her shoulders, Samus grit her teeth as her right hand hovered above her glistening snatch. Through the duration of her extended stay on Novus, the slightest patch of blonde hair had appeared atop her mound, though to most other people, it's presence would be completely ignored. What couldn't be ignored however, were the three fingers rapidly moving back and forth atop her groin, audible squelches resonating through the nearby area as her pussy oozed with its abundant juices.

Allowing her gaze to settle on the higher branches of the whitewood tree, the faintest trace of a moan slipped past her lips, for a foot or two above her place, the avian prophet of Novus sat, its cyan eyes penetrating through the hand that covered her snatch. Shuddering as the avian's piercing gaze was focused solely on her, Samus Aran rolled her head back around, focusing on the sole task of stretching her eager little pussy out.

She was no fool, a hopelessly smitten slut perhaps, but no fool. The images she so vividly tried to recall all depicted the predator that had originally knocked her ship from the skies. A great leviathan whose scales were harder than any metal in the universe, with a domineering presence even more prominent than the mightiest foes she had encountered. However, as the blonde fiercely pressed a fourth finger inside of her eager cunt, the part of this leviathan that she most eagerly recalled was the one between the beast's hind legs.

Bucking her hips, Samus' aching clit ground up against the palm of her hand, drawing a series of wanton moans and needy mewls from the once proud woman. Its length was unsurpassed, its thickness was divine and its sheer potential was limitless. Briefly, as the images projected into her mind shifted, the blonde imagined herself between the beast's legs, her swollen breasts attempting to please the cock of a true god.

With another finger inside of her vagina, as well as her clit being rubbed by the palm of her hand, Samus Aran's body seized up, her back arching to its utmost limits whilst her tongue lolled out from between her luscious lips. Wet squelching noises reached her ears, and through sheer force of will alone, the blonde forced her eyes to trail down her body, down to where her eager little slit squirted forth its abundant juices. In a mere minute, the whole of her right hand was drenched, her juices happily trickling down her thighs, down along the whole length of her right leg, until a few droplets tickled the undersides of her toes.

Allowing herself to bask in the afterglow of orgasmic bliss, Samus Aran's back slumped against the bark of the whitewood tree. The course texture of the bark truly did dig into her back and rear, though as her fingers popped free from the iron grip of her vagina, the sensation of sticks and stumps grinding against her backdoor was all but forgotten.

For better or for worse, the juices coating her digits would leave the delightful scent of cherries for whomever wished to locate her. Although, the thought of draconic cock was nowhere near enough to satiate the bounty huntress' lust.

Using both of her hands, one clean and one drenched in juices, Samus rubbed her swollen breasts. Licking her lips, the pressure building up within her chest was unmistakable. Given time, she would easily grow accustomed to the sensation of lactating. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, in the depths of her depravity, Samus Aran's tongue had long since tasted the sweetness of her matronly milk.

Wrapping both of her hands around the large globes atop her chest, Samus' juice slick fingers rubbed up against her nipples, the rest of her fingers working overtime to knead the undersides of her breasts. Already, the juices that freely trickled down her thighs had rekindled her lust, and as her fingers moved up along the swell of her sizeable tits, a pressure built itself up within her globes. With one unified squeeze, the pressure that had built within her chest peaked.

In unison, twin streams of thick, white milk shot forth from her sensitive nipples, immediately spraying down across her stomach and thighs. Even as the first spray died down, her hands returned to the base of her breasts, massaging and kneading their way up until, with another mind shattering wave of pleasure, a second volley of milk erupted from her nipples.

The second burst had nowhere near the same force as the first, and as Samus Aran's bright blue eyes rolled down to gaze upon her handiwork, a small smile curled itself across her lips.

Trailing down from the top of her swollen bust, down through the valley of her breasts, along the taut muscles of her stomach and down between her thighs, thick splatters of white dotted her body. Allowing her body to slump back against the whitewood tree for the second time that session, a small smile of utter satisfaction adorned her features. Her hair, in all its golden radiance, was disheveled and matted against her back from the constant drizzle of Novus. Even the small branch stump that poked up from the branch she had settled down on went unnoticed, despite its proximity to her backdoor.

With her eyes fastened on the sight of her milk drenched breasts and weeping vagina, heavy eyelids fluttered briefly, a heavy yawn threatening to break free from between her lips. High in the sky, the bright sunlight shone down upon the world. Further up along the tree, the avian prophet that had guided her there, to the selfsame spot of her submission, reclined atop its perch.

Throughout her journey, electric cyan eyes had never left her form, and even now, in her most vulnerable, exhausted state, the very same eyes filled with an otherworldly gleam were locked onto her form. Yet, with her juices freely trickling down her thighs, and small droplets of milk falling from her teats, a true sense of serenity settled itself upon her mind.

Falling here, amidst a planet of ferocious predators, wouldn't be the worst way to go.

Before she herself had realized it, Samus Aran had dozed off, dreams of draconic gods and overpowering presences lingering within her heart and soul.

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Beating its wings off of the branch that had served as its perch for the past hour or so, Wolke ascended into the cloudless, scorching heavens above the Whitewood Forest, its cyan orbs swiveling around within its head in search of something unseen by most. Flapping its armored, feathered wings until its altitude was fair, Wolke soared through the skies, leaving behind an unsuspecting huntress, a woman whose true purpose had yet to be attained.

Atop the branch of a tree, beneath a blooming whitewood so great that its leaves overshadowed most of the forest floor itself, Samus Aran let out an audible groan as her eyes fluttered open; consciousness slowly returning to her.

Stretching out her back and legs to the best of her ability, Samus' long blonde hair cascaded down her back, long strands of golden hair falling off of the whitewood tree's branch whilst her eyes fluttered wide open. How long she had slept, she did not know, however, the one thing she did know, was the fact that her back hurt. Not in the sense that her rump had hurt from the Jaeger's violation, nor in the way that her pussy was ruined from Leistung's onslaught. It simply hurt, without a shred of pleasure to be found in the dull ache that radiated throughout her spine.

Blinking her eyes rapidly as her hands reached high above her head, Samus Aran glanced around once, failing to feel the presence of cyan eyes upon her form. Allowing her gaze to fall down to her own body, however, the bounty huntress simply stared...

Her body was, for lack of better words, a mess. Her breasts were bruised and red, her nipples stained with a watery layer of white, her stomach was adorned in the same substance and her groin was even worse off than what the rest of her body were. With a slow, tentative motion, Samus reached a hand down towards her midriff, swiping a finger across the liquid that so easily overflowed her navel.

Moving her finger up along her stomach, leaving a visible trail amidst the sweetly scented liquid, Samus Aran brushed the digit past her plump lips, bathing her tongue in the remnants of her mother's milk. Before she herself had a chance to stop it, a wanton moan slipped past her lips, a deep sated feeling spreading across the whole of her body as the deep taste of cherries mixed with something more splashed across her tongue.

Whilst her tongue swirled along the finger within her mouth, Samus' other hand trailed down along the sides of her stomach, quivering ever so slightly as she drew ever closer to her final destination. At the very least, her milk laden breasts were simply stained and bruised, though as her free hand dipped down between her thighs, Samus Aran's back arched, a deep shudder coursing through her body as her eager womanhood wept with arousal alone. A short nap had done nothing to stave off the smoldering embers of her desires; if nothing else, the flames had been rekindled.

Humming a low tune as her tongue was bathed in the essence of her evolved state, Samus Aran allowed a single finger to swipe against the wetness of her womanhood. The wrath of the land truly was great, for no matter how harsh the sunlight seemed, nor how long she had walked already, her limbs would always seek more. With the flames of arousal rekindled once more, Samus added a second finger, slowly pushing her digits inside of her dripping snatch...

Crashing through the area she had settled down in, an audible rumble, a violent shake and an ear piercing roar snapped the blonde's mind back to reality. Pulling her hand out from her sensitive folds, it was all she could do to spring up onto her feet to steady her balance.

Snapping her head to the left and right in rapid succession, Samus Aran could only gawk as the area around her shifted, the ground itself splitting up as small fissures split the land apart. Stumbling where she stood, unable to regain her footing, the bounty huntress kicked herself off of the great whitewood branch, slipping further down the tree, sliding along its trunk, before hopping from branch to branch.

Right as her feet touched down upon the strangely solid grey mud of Novus, Samus' gaze flickered up to where her guide had previously been seated, hoping beyond hope that the beast still remained where she had last seen it. When her eyes landed there however, a different sight altogether let itself be known. The great whitewood tree she had so happily slept atop had tumbled, its thick roots pulled out of the ground itself while a deep fissure cut the earth in half. Absentmindedly, as the shaking subsided, her blue eyes took in the sight of dozens, if not hundreds, of uprooted trees behind her resting place. Nothing had been spared the erratic devastation, though she herself had managed. The years spent hunting down the galaxy's greatest threats had long since honed her senses beyond a normal human's.

Even as the final tremors began to die down, and the final trees fell into the depths of the fissures, the echo of a roar remained. From the moment it had erupted, to the time that her naked feet hit the ground, the resonating roar remained. Yet, scouring the skies in search of its owner, the blonde was left with no more clues than that fateful day when her ship had been swathed out of the sky.

Absentmindedly, as her eyes landed upon the blinding sunlight from above, a hand moving up to shield her eyes from its sweltering rays, Samus Aran rubbed her thighs together. With her shelter gone, and the forest leveled to the ground, the scorching warmth that radiated off of the sun once again touched her skin.

Waiting no more than a moment, a decision appeared within her mind's eye. Allowing one hand to drop down to where her plasma pistol remained, holstered within a simple leather harness that draped itself around her otherwise naked hips, Samus Aran stepped spun around on her heels, turning around so much so that the stark peaks of a grey mountain was all that met her eyes.

Somewhere within that stony peak, the source of the echo itself was located.

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Walking in the general direction of the mountain range, with the peaks themselves looming high above her head, Samus stepped over yet another fallen log, the numerous branches rising up from the whitewood trees granted her the faintest reprieve from the scorching sunlight.

The forest had been ravaged, the ground had dried up and the landscape all around had been split and shattered. Fissures as large as canyons began, others formed simple cracks in the ground, though most notably, as her gaze trailed off along the horizon, what had once been a great lake only resembled a large waterfall. Even from where she stood, in the ruined landscape of a fallen forest, the resonant sound of running water reached her ears. The image itself was a stark contrast to the sweltering heat that left her breath as ragged pants.

Staring straight ahead, the mountainous peaks stretched on across the horizon, the pinnacle itself resembling a clawed arm reaching up into the sky. Moving her eyes down a bit more however, Samus Aran swallowed audibly. Despite the havoc that remained after titanic roar, a cluster of trees surrounded the base of the mountains. From where she now stood, smaller whitewood trees formed a small perimeter, resembling the entrance to a deep jungle, though no more than a hundred feet further up, the mountain began to reach skyward.

Vaulting across one of the uprooted trees in her vicinity, the sound of rushing water echoed throughout the area as every ounce of clear water rushed down into one of the newly formed fissures. For every step she took, leaves and twigs snapped beneath her feet. The innermost whitewood trees were tall enough to cover a majority of the mountain itself, though from what little experience she had from previous scouting missions, there was a crooked path leading up beyond the trees.

Forcing her legs to move even faster, the blonde set off at a light jog, vaulting across the debris of fallen trees while jumping across the cracks and gaps that had appeared on the ground. For every step she took, the echoing sound of running water diminished, so much so that, by the time her feet came to a halt, the sound had all but disappeared.

Standing before a great perimeter made up off of whitewood trees of various sizes, Samus Aran took one, sharp breath, calming her beating heart to the best of her ability. With the gleaming sunlight from above, the shelter granted to her through the faded grey whitewood leaves more than made up for the journey there. Stepping forth, it was no more than a few steps until a clearing was revealed beyond the innermost whitewood trees.

Dropping down onto her knees behind the innermost layer of trees, with silver colored bushes dotting the landscape, Samus slowly shifted her weight around, biting her bottom lip as her left breast rubbed up against the course bark of the tree she hid behind.

The sight that met her eyes was enough to cause her breath to hitch.

With her knees touching the dried up dirt around the small barrier of foliage, Samus Aran felt her eyes go wide, her mouth falling wide agape in a similar manner. The vision granted to her by her avian lover, Wolke, had done nothing more than garner her curiosity. Now, as her eyes basked in the wondrous being that lay before her, that selfsame vision returned to her mind, a stark contrast by any means.

Laying before the blonde bounty huntress was nothing less than the draconic predator of Novus, its name resounding within Samus Aran's mind even as her eyes blinked in rapid succession. Its scaly onyx legs, sharp talons that could scar the earth with a single step, as well as a magnificent onyx tail that was lazily draped around the front of its body. That vision, however, could never compare to the real thing.

Its size was smaller than she had imagined, though as Samus' eyes roamed across the seemingly soft white fur, which in truth was armor camouflaged to surprise its foes, there was no doubt to its prowess in combat. From her modest estimation, Meister easily towered over her equine lover, Leistung. Even while laying down, the beast easily towered over her seven foot frame. If she were to hazard a guess, the blonde would assume it to be a solid sixteen feet tall, from its sharp talons to its black beak-like muzzle. That, of course, didn't even begin to judge its width.

Staring at the beast for a good while longer than she likely should have, Samus' eyes slowly drifted down along its mighty frame, roaming down the sides of its body, before, after much deliberation and barely restrained lust, Samus Aran's blue eyes fell upon its hind legs. From her position, along with the broad black tail keeping most of the beast's body covered, all that remained revealed for the bounty huntress was the sheath of its monstrous cock; though the merest look was enough to set her groin ablaze.

Within her mind, thoughts and ideals clashed. In truth, the holstered plasma pistol dangling from her hip would undoubtedly only annoy this beast. Yet, fighting such a creature unarmed and unarmored was almost the same as asking to be killed; or worse. Then again, the longer her eyes lingered upon its frame, the more her groin ached.

Leaning more weight upon her crouched knee than even she had intended, Samus' eyes flashed down upon the ground, a low yelp slipping past her lips as her balance was lost. In the most dignified manner possible, the bounty huntress caught herself in the midst of her fall. However, even without glancing in the direction of the forest clearing, she knew full well what had happened. Casting a single glance to her left, Samus Aran's eyes were met by two sharp, gleaming cyan eyes, the same electrifying glare that had haunted her dreams for far too long already.

With her hands and knees firmly planted in the dry dirt, Samus Aran threw her gaze to her left, towards the center of the clearing she had been drawn to. From where it sat, resting against the ground, the draconic predator whose name had been projected into her mind lay. Fully aware of her presence, though unmoving for a moment more.

Meister.

From her place on the ground, the shrill echo of a roar reverberated through Samus' mind, the realization that this was the beast that had shattered the world with a single roar. The seconds ticked by, easing into minutes, or perhaps hours, though she still remained unmoving, a cold shiver running down her spine at the mere notion of leaving that spot. It wasn't until a small eternity had passed that the beast's neck rose up from its former position, craning high into the air whilst its cyan leer froze her body in its place.

With frightful eyes, Samus Aran watched on as the beast arose, its razor sharp talons digging into the dirt beneath its body, leaving deep trenches and visible prints wherever its feet came to rest. Soon thereafter, its onyx hind legs followed suit, near instantly allowing the beast to stand at its full height; a height that easily dwarfed the blonde bounty huntress.

Stretching out its leathery wings, the looming shadow that enveloped the grove removed the lingering heat of a scorching sun, and with one final stance, Meister moved one of its legs forward, causing the very earth to quake beneath its talons. However, despite its onyx and white exterior, what truly held the blonde's attention was what dangled between its mighty hind legs. A weapon so great that it would undoubtedly leave her in ruins for all of eternity.

Swaying back and forth between its hind legs for every step it took, Meister's cock was, without a doubt, impressive. Whether it was fully hard or not, its sheer length was already the equal of Leistung, reaching a solid seven feet. With nothing more than its broad cockhead to examine, she could say nothing about its thickness, though based on what she could see, it would easily leave her vagina battered and bruised. Perhaps a foot in circumference?

As the beast drew ever closer, its swaying cock working as an eye catching pendulum, Samus' throat clenched as her eyes were locked onto Meister's approaching form. Every rational thought within her mind screamed for her to run, to rise up and flee that place at all costs. Yet, despite her internal warnings, a sliver of hope remained; the hope that had surfaced so long ago, back when her fingers had eagerly spread her lower lips apart whilst the eyes of something watched her every move.

In the end, it was that hope that won. Shaking the pleading voice out of her head for good, Samus Aran's eyes lit up as the briefest flicker of cyan passed through her irises. By the time her mind had been made up, Meister's weighted legs came to a halt, its talons digging deep within the dirt whilst its eyes were locked onto the anomaly that had plagued Novus for quite some time.

Even after casting the voices from the depths of her mind, Samus Aran did rise up, pushing herself back up onto shaky legs, the leather belt around her waist clicking lowly as the pistol remained holstered. Taking a small, tentative step forward, her eyes remaining locked onto the rhythmically throbbing member between Meister's hind legs, Samus craned her neck in an attempt to meet the draconic creature's gaze.

From where she stood, the difference in their height was all but apparent. During her time on Novus, and with the help of many gracious donations of sperm, her body had been thrown into a secondary growth spurt. Her breasts had grown a size larger, while remaining constantly swollen with matronly milk. Yet, the difference that had caught her by surprise the most was the change that had appeared in her hair. Every now and then, as she went about her business, a strand of brilliant white could be found within her blonde locks; another trait from her time on Novus.

Even with her seven foot frame, as she stepped up between Meister's front legs, Samus Aran could stand up properly, a solid foot of air remaining between the top of her head and the underside of Meister's stomach. However, no matter how much her mind was filled with such musings, her eyes remained fastened to the pulsating member that bobbed up and down between her lover's legs. From where she stood, between Meister's front legs, the rigid head of its cock could almost reach her groin. The swollen, sharp head of its dick oozed forth a clear, thick liquid; the precum of a true predator.

Stumbling forward, Samus' legs quivered in place as her eyes feasted upon the sight of this draconic deity. From far above her head, Meister's neck craned as its head once again glared down upon the human between its legs. For her, however, nothing else mattered. The mere sight of Meister's cock was enough to cause her eager womanhood to weep.

Dropping down onto her knees between Meister's legs, Samus Aran tipped her head forward, dropping her mouth wide open before pressing her pink lips against the swollen head of Meister's onyx cock. Despite her former experiences, no matter how hard she tried, the blonde couldn't stretch her lips far enough to properly engulf Meister's cockhead. Instead, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, brushing up against the wide slit atop the dragon's dick, slurping up the abundant river of precum that oozed forth from its slit.

Arching her back while pushing her chest upward, Samus used her hands as leverage, pulling Meister's throbbing cock down until its head was nestled between the valley of her breasts. Using her hands to stroke the first foot of Meister's cock, Samus rocked her chest back and forth, grinding her milk bloated breasts against the majestic cock presented to her. With Meister's size, the mere notion of using her breasts to please the beast would be similar to a woman with a flat chest trying to give a titjob to a well endowed human. A fruitless endeavor, save for the tinges of pleasure that coursed through her system.

No matter how hard her lust drunk brain tried, Samus' arms only really managed to rub the top of Meister's cock. Snaking her tongue around atop the tip of her lover's dick, Samus Aran let out a low moan as her tongue slid across Meister's slit, a thick glob of precum oozing out to meet her inquisitive muscle. Wiggling her face back and forth in a vain attempt to force a single inch of Meister's broad cockhead inside of her mouth, a great rumble resonated from somewhere far above her, though before the blonde was granted the chance to gaze up, a heavy weight forced itself down against her swollen breasts.

Whether it was from annoyance or impatience, Meister's hind legs sunk down, forcing the tip of its cock down against Samus Aran's plump lips with so much force that her legs gave out. Tumbling down onto her rear, Samus gazed up for a mere moment before her gaze was blocked by darkness, a faint rumble reaching her ears before even that sound was drowned out.

Wrapping her arms and legs around as much of Meister's monstrous cock as she could manage, Samus grit her teeth beneath the weight of her lover's dick. Taking such a monstrous beauty inside of her snatch would forever leave her in ruins, so she had wanted to draw a load out of the dragon with her tongue, hands and breasts. Yet, the position she was forced into now was quite different from what she had originally wanted.

Lying with her back pressed down into the dirt with enough force to leave a stamp of her butt for all of eternity, Samus Aran was, quite literally, pushed down into the cracked dirt of Novus as Meister began to grind its draconic dick back and forth, rubbing its hardened cockhead against her face whilst the rest slid through the tight seal formed by Samus' arms and legs. By the time her brain caught up, Meister's pace quickened, its rocking movements quickly turning into full blown thrusts that shook the earth with the power of its legs.

As the rocking of Meister's cock pushed her further and further down into the ground, Samus' eyes began to roll into the back of her head; the mere thought of being used as a full-body toy leaving her groin numb from pleasure. High above her current position, the sun still shone, its sweltering heat magnified immensely by the thickness of an onyx cock atop her chest and face. Somewhere behind her, from the clearing where Meister's shadow did not linger, the sound of Novus' ever present drizzle remained; the coolness of which had kept her temperature down for so many weeks already. Now though, as her arms and legs were wrapped around this beast, the intensity of the heat began to snake its way up along her spine.

With a particularly ruthless thrust, Meister's cockhead was pulled free from Samus Aran's grip, only to come back down with the force of a cannonball, knocking the air out of her lungs while granting her no chance to gulp down anything else. Whether it had been five minutes, or perhaps an hour, she did not know, though by the time her mind returned to her, a violent rumble shook her body to its core.

Lying in the ground as she were, with her bubble butt leaving a permanent mold in the dirt, the quaking resembled the earthquake that had destroyed the forest beyond Meister's sight. However, as her eyes fluttered open and her thoughts freed themselves from the haze of dehydration and bliss, a thick glob of precum splashed down atop her face, covering it near instantly. The violent quaking that threatened to rattle her brain was not caused by any catastrophe of Novus itself. The sensation emanated from Meister's cock; thick veins running up along its shaft while pulsating rhythmically.

Feeling her eyes widen within her skull, Samus' face scrunched up into a frown as the quaking member between her arms and legs spewed forth a normal human's load in the form of precum, washing out across her face while a great majority was forced inside of her open mouth. From an outsider's perspective, the scene would undoubtedly have looked rather silly. However, from her place beneath the glorious beast that was Meister, with a healthy dosage of dirt between her firm rump, her situation was anything but.

Dropping her elbows down onto the ground as one final effort to push herself up into a seated position, a deafening roar reverberated through the clearing. Throwing its head back from its place atop the blonde, Meister's front talons dug into the dirt beneath its feet, fastening its position there as the throbbing of its cock grew stronger. With its relative position secured, the first blast of cum spurted forth from its cockhead, near instantly coating the blonde whore beneath it. A second stream of thick, draconic cum gushed forth, quickly followed by a second, a third and a fourth. Yet its orgasm was far from over.

Beneath the mass of Meister's gushing cock, Samus Aran's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her labor finally bore fruits. With her legs wrapped tightly around Meister's throbbing cock, the first glob of thick dragon sperm that sloshed out instantly covered her face, leaving no visible feature that could be used to identify her later on. The following globs, gushes and spurts of cum were blasted out across her face, forehead and hair, as well as the dried up grey dirt behind her head. Somewhere between the first and the tenth gush of her lover's orgasm, Samus opened her mouth in the hopes of sucking in air, though all it truly accomplished was to fill her mouth, throat and lungs with Meister's thick, pristine white sperm.

Coated in what could only be a lake's amount of liquid cum, Samus Aran opened and closed her mouth, her tongue working overtime to shovel down the mouthfuls of sperm that she so hungrily allowed to slide in. Whether a minute had passed, or perhaps a decade, she did not know, though when at last, the weight upon her chest was lifted, the color had all but vanished from Samus' face.

With a burst of cum-fueled strength that she could not explain, Samus Aran, the fabled bounty huntress, pushed herself up, using her elbows to maintain her balance.

At first glance, as the goopy cum around and on top of her body slid down, all that appeared was a white pile within a great white lake. However, as her hands roamed up along her eternally stained breasts, up towards her face, Samus Aran acted on autopilot. Without so much as a command, her tongue darted out from between her lips, sliding along her lips while licking up the abundant seed that coated her right hand. Her left hand however, as inconspicuous as it were, had taken the trek down along her athletic curves, before finally arriving at the bottom of Samus Aran's arousal. The merest touch against her cum drowned womanhood was enough to send a cold shiver down along her spine, and with tentative movements, a single finger made its way between her folds, dragging with it an ocean of draconic cum to use as lube.

From her place in the center of the cum lake, Samus Aran's tongue darted back and forth at a far too rapid pace, swiping up mouthfuls of thick draconic cum for every move it made; all of which was happily gulped down by the cum stained whore. Whilst her tongue experienced the flavorful feast of a lifetime, her hands were not idle. For every mouthful of cum she gulped down, Samus' fingers would brush against her coated slit, using Meister's seed as the thick lubrication it truly was. By the time her face was clean, almost a gallon of Meister's cum had been pumped inside of her sopping wet pussy.

Amidst her thirst for another mouthful of cum, Samus Aran threw caution to the wind, removing her fingers from her needy snatch for a fraction of a second. That amount of time however, was more than enough for her to roll over onto her hands and knees, her firm little rump jutting out into the air, whilst her nipples hung low enough to be forever coated by draconic sperm. The most appealing part of her position, however, was the way her head lolled over the cum lake, a slight dip of her neck being more than enough to award her with a second helping of seed. Its most addictive trait, besides the heavy thickness it possessed, was undoubtedly the strong earthly flavor that reminded her of wheat and sunflowers.

With her head hanging above the lake of sperm, as well as her hips rhythmically shaking back and forth, the presence behind her back remained undetected for far more time than what it should have. The creator of the great cum lake was still present after all, and with its cyan glare focused on the sight of Samus Aran's little cum leaking slit, Meister lumbered forward, its monstrously arched cock hardening for every step it took. Even it, being as tall as it was, was unable to keep its thick cockhead out of the sperm lake, leaving its very tip slick with the remnants of its past orgasm.

As Samus dipped her head down for another sizeable mouthful of florescent cum, the quaking of the earth returned, though this time, her attention was solely fastened on the shaking liquid beneath her face. It wasn't until two mighty legs, covered in onyx plates that disappeared beneath the white lake, stepped up on either side of her head that she recalled her lover's presence. However, the situation had long since slipped past her fingers, quite literally as her arms gave out and her head fell down beneath the surface of the cum lake.

Dropping the bulk of its weight between the blonde's soft ass cheeks, Meister ground its hips back and forth, the monstrously thick head of its cock dipping down until its very tip grazed against Samus' cum drooling slit. From the place where her head had disappeared, bubbles began to surface amidst the sperm lake, a rhythmical sway appearing on the blonde whore's rump.

Surging forward with its hind legs, Meister pushed its cockhead against the slick entrance to Samus' vagina, the whole of its firm shaft bending until, with a wet slap and a head resurfacing from the pool of cum, Meister's cock bounced off of Samus Aran's ass, slapping down against her back with enough force to make her back arch. With her mouth wide open and a mouthful of cum drooling out along her chin, Samus' eyes remained closed. Rearing its hips back for another attempt, a dark gleam crossed through Meister's cyan orbs, and with what could only be called the force of a thousand storms, its sharp tipped cock surged forward once more...

... only to completely slip off of Samus Aran's cum leaking cunt, sliding up until its tip hooked on another target altogether. With the very tip of its dick hooked inside of a wet and willing cavern, Meister shoved all of its power behind its thrust, forcing the first foot of its cock inside of Samus Aran's tight asshole.

The reaction was instantaneous. Despite her face being coated in a goopy layer of cum, Samus threw her head back, a silent scream passing through her lips whilst her eyes popped wide open. The object forcing its way past her tight anal ring was, without a doubt, too big for her little ass to take. Shaking where she lay, barely holding herself up with her elbows, Samus could do nothing more than grit her teeth as her mind short circuited. The pleasure, the pain, the downright ludicrous feeling of being stretched, was more than enough to make a gush of clear liquid burst forth from her tight little pussy; a pathetic amount of clear liquid blending together with the lake of draconic cum on the ground.

Shuddering where she sat, on her hands and knees like the Federation's most common whores, Samus Aran's eyes fully rolled into the back of her head. For every passing second, the pressure inside of her rear grew stronger, until finally, after what felt like a small eternity to the squirting woman, Meister's weight hammered down upon her tight backdoor. With a single thrust of its hind legs, another foot of monstrous dragon cock was forced past her tight splincher, a scream befitting of a Banshee emanating from her throat.

Just as her orgasm began to fade, with a final stream of juices trickling down her inner thighs, the weight atop her back was lifted ever so slightly. However, even the mere motion of pulling out was enough to send the blonde over the edge, her nether lips quivering around nothing as a second orgasm knocked her arms down, sending her face straight down into the lake of cum that she was now being fucked inside of.

Right as the final few inches of Meister's cock were about to withdraw, the weight from before returned, and with it, a third foot was forced through her clenching asshole. With a loud splash, Samus' head was submerged in cum, a few bubbles surfacing as a gut wrenching scream spilled forth from her lips. Drowning in cum as she were, the sheer pain of her lover's cock tearing her asshole apart was more than enough to set off another orgasm, the third one beginning before her second one had even ended.

Beneath the forceful ministrations of Meister's swollen cock, Samus' pussy squirted, her thighs shook and her back was arched to its utmost limits. As the fifth foot of draconic cock was wedged inside of her ass, the blonde bounty huntress' head flew out of the cum lake, her face a contorted expression of absolute bliss. Already, without so much as a glance down across her body, she could feel the way her belly bulged from the sizeable protrusion inside of her rear; her lover's cock forming a visible bulge from her groin up to the underside of her breasts. For every inch it moved, Samus' throat clenched, a fearful sob slipping past her gaping lips.

Choking down sobs of pleasure as her body was reshaped by her lover's cock, Samus' cum drenched face distorted into an orgasm stuck expression, her tongue lolling out of her eternally gaping mouth. With a particularly rough thrust, a glob of thick clear liquid began to ooze forth from her parted lips, seeping down her chin to join the overflow of draconic cum beneath her breasts.

As Meister's ruthless pace continued, ignoring the way Samus' asshole rhythmically clenched around its monstrous cock, the size of the blonde bounty huntress' stomach continued to swell. By the time half of its cock was sheathed inside of the blonde whore's backdoor, the expansive girth of Meister's draconic cock simply grew too big, blocking another inch from entering the blonde's ravaged asshole. To her credit however, be it through the DNA of the Chozo, or from past experiences, Samus Aran's ass was not torn asunder from its relentless pounding.

As the umpteenth orgasm of their session washed across her system, the faint voice in her mind that had lead her onward returned, though rather than the hoarse screams and faint sobs that resonated from her throat, the voice was in a state of rejoice. The greatest predator of Novus had chosen her as its mate. Almost the second that thought crossed through her mind, Samus' eyes grew wide, her over stimulated pussy pulsating as a deep warmth erupted within the depths of her stomach.

Through the whole of their endeavor, Meister's endurance had come to its end. With a telepathic roar similar to the sound of a thousand storms, the draconic beast above her pushed its cock forward with all its might, easily lifting Samus Aran up from her place on her hands and knees. With the greatest of ease, Meister's wings flapped once, causing Samus Aran's position to be flipped until her head was fully submerged in the lake of their combined juices.

The scorching explosion within her stomach was violent enough to knock the blonde out where she was; her nose and mouth filled to the brim with dragon sperm. Even before her consciousness had fully faded, the cum being pumped into her ravaged asshole caused her belly to bulge. The second wave was what truly caused her to lose her senses. When the third orgasmic eruption began, her body was filled to the brim and beyond.

Whatever happened to her body afterwards would only remain as a distant, mindless memory.

Epilogue

Deep within the cavernous lair of a draconic predator, the faintest light flickered in the subtle breeze, a thousand paths leading into an underground labyrinth. Within the very center of this pit, at the depths of the rising spires themselves, the dragon's lair could be found. For thousands of years, Meister had slumbered, awaiting the day of its fateful return. Now, the cavern served a new purpose.

Sitting with her back against what could only be called a stone throne, long platinum blonde hair cascaded down the front of a pale, toned body, large and soft breasts rising and falling in time with the owner's labored breathing. With her legs spread wide on the armrests of the throne, Samus Aran's mouth was left wide open, her the rhythmical quivering of her womanhood signaling the event that was to come.

Scattered all throughout the main chamber she now inhabited, along the walls, on either side of her throne and even on the ground before her feet, numerous eggs lay. The fruits of her and her lover's efforts had brought them many blessings; one such blessing coming in the form of a promising cluster. She had become the single consort of a great draconic king.

Gently rubbing her left hand across her swollen stomach, a low purr resonated through Samus' throat, the sight of her swollen, heavily pregnant belly reminding her of the joys of motherhood. For every egg that was pushed through the eternally gaping folds of her vagina, her lover would return to fill her up anew, ensuring the creation of yet another child.

Feeling the egg within her stomach shake ever so slightly, a faint moan and a clear trickle of juices, were the only signs of her enjoyment.

Casting her gaze out across her numerous children, the realization that, when they hatched and grew, her body would be used by her brood as well; the hundreds of dragon whelps would undoubtedly take their turns, ruining her gaping pussy for all of eternity. Yet, somewhere within the depths of Samus Aran's mind, that thought alone was enough to make her pussy quiver with anticipation.

It had already been a few months since her awakening to this new, wondrous role of hers. With a non-committed shrug of her shoulders, the pulses of life that coursed through her eager pussy was enough to keep her utterly satisfied.

Final A/N: Well, what did you think? Not the worst way to end things, was it? For reference, the reason this was a blow to my sanity is due to Meister's original size. Based on the concept art I have of Samus Aran's partners, her draconic lover was intended to be at least twice as tall, with equipment to match.
What this means, however, is that we've reached the ending of Novus' canonical storyline. There won't be another chapter for this one, though I do have some ideas about alternate endings that I want to try out. It'll be its own story, if it gets written.
Otherwise, I hope you've enjoyed your time here, and feedback is always welcome! It takes less than a few minutes to leave a review, you don't need an account, and it truly does help out to make it seem like what you do actually has some impact.
I won't drag this one out too much longer. Thank you for reading Novus!
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