The New Clan Broodmares (The Hills Have Eyes 2 story) (Excerpt - Payment for Protection)

This is an old excerpt for an abandoned story based on characters from the film The Hills Have Eyes 2 that I wanted to post while I finish up a couple current projects. This story is unlikely to be finished anytime soon, but I wanted to give a taste of it since I was thinking about it again recently.

“Need…pull…out,” Hansel groaned, his hands on Amber’s hips.

She didn’t hear him. Amber was chasing her third orgasm as she began breathing harder, bouncing up and down his cock. The bumpy, deformed shaft was massaging her insides so well, stimulating parts of her she didn’t know could be stimulated. There was a thick bump in particular that was making constant contact with her g-spot each time he stroked in and out of her tight love tunnel, stealing her breath each time it did. 

Amber was soon gasping as her pussy tightened up. She struggled to keep her voice down as she came again, and she faintly heard him dumbly mumbling out one final warning before she felt his fat cock swelling inside her. 

In her lust, she was squeezing her eyes shut and riding him harder before she felt a warm, slushy sensation deep inside her as Hansel choked out a surprised gasp. A thick, frothy rope of creamy mutant semen spurted out of the urethral opening of his cock, basting her fertile cervix. Another dozen or so equally virile ropes of cum followed, the younger mutant proving to be just as virile as his father as he ejaculated inside the female soldier thoroughly. 

Amber in her lust hadn’t even realized what had happened until her orifice had been swamped with warm mutant baby batter. Jesus, it felt like three or four loads, not just one. How backed up had he been?! She supposed she wasn’t that surprised given that he had been a virgin, and who knows what their mutations did to them. 

Initially she was angry at him for not pulling out like she’d instructed him to, until she remembered that he had warned her. Twice, in fact. And she had been the one riding him and had more power than he did to stop. 

She shook her head, running a hand through her unkempt blond hair. Perhaps she was worrying over nothing. Colonel Redding had claimed that the mutants were trying to breed normal human women, but she’d thus far seen no evidence that such a thing was even possible. And this was a safe time for her right now anyway, by her estimations. 

“It…good?” Hansel asked with childlike hopefulness in his voice. 

Amber nodded, panting as she recovered her voice. “Yes Hansel, it was good.” And she was not lying. Sex with the no-longer-virgin mutant had thus far not failed to bring climaxes out of her. And she was happy that she had rewarded him for saving her and Napoleon. 

Satiated, she rearranged herself atop the bed, bringing Hansel down with her. His cock never slipped out of her as she laid down on her side. She realized with surprise that his cock had lost none of its hardness. Looking up at his deformed face, he was looking down at her with a hopeful expression, like a lovesick puppy. 

She rolled her eyes with a smirk. “Go on then.”

Her permission given, he laid down next to her and raised her leg open, sinking himself into her cream-filled cunt once more as he groaned and she gasped. 

He rutted her on her side for a good ten minutes, actually managing to make her cum again in the process. That thickest nub on his shaft had become her g-spot’s best friend and the sure fire key to a penetration-induced climax.

“Uh oh,” Hansel muttered. 

She could guess what “uh oh” meant before she felt him push himself deep, his deformed cockhead kissing her cervix before he ejaculated inside her once more. Thick, spurting gushes painted her inner walls and her cervix, a good number of fat creamy globs pumping into her womb as well.

Once he’d drenched the lovely blond soldier’s vagina with millions upon millions more swimmers, the gentle giant of a mutant sighed, wiping a sweat from his big forehead. 

She looked over her shoulder at him and he gave her a guilty look from having bloated her unprotected pussy with a deluge of his cum again. 

Amber sighed. “It’s fine.” 

Upon realizing he was somehow still erect, however, she not-so-reluctantly rolled over onto her back, being careful with her broken arm. 

This time, Hansel placed her legs atop his shoulders, gasping and moaning as he pumped away between her legs. Amber chewed her lip, looking over at Napoleon’s cot to make sure he had not yet woken yet. Seeing no change in her injured friend’s condition, she gripped the cot beneath her and whimpered as her cunt was serviced. The long, thick mutant cock was all the simulation she needed thanks to the bumps and nubs, but she reached down and diddled her clit to heighten her pleasure all the same. 

Hansel didn’t give a warning this time. He was soon swelling and blowing another massive load inside her, the blond beauty’s pussy no longer able to contain another reserve of thick cum, and much of it came spilling out of her overly sensitive sex, thick globs of whitish yellowish spunk spilling onto the cot and floor. After three rounds of sex, she was filled to the brim.

Now spent, Hansel slowly drew his bumpy girth out of her. Amber looked down and saw a thick, gooey strand of semen stretching tightly from his deformed cockhead to her quivering pink vulva as he lumbered away from her tired body. 

Her mutant ally stepped away to tuck his cock back into his pants, clean himself up a bit and then check on Napoleon. 

Amber sighed, reaching down and cupped a hand to her tender sex. She’d never had so much cum inside her unprotected before. Most of her prior lovers, Napoleon included, had worn condoms. Still, the pleasure could not be denied even as the embarrassment over what she’d just done started to set in. 

Despite the immensity of the mutant’s ejaculations inside her, she didn’t think she had much to worry about as she allowed herself to take a brief nap, trusting that Hansel would safeguard her and the unconscious Napoleon in the meantime. 

Unbeknownst to her, one of Hansel’s many million swimmers would get lucky, find her ovum and invade it. New mutant life was at that moment in the process of being created in the blond soldier’s reproductive system, though she would not find this out for some time yet. 

The timid, simple mutant had rather easily and consensually managed to do something that his savage father Papa Hades had only managed to do thus far with frequent rape sessions on unwilling females.