You slump down, unable to fight anymore. Dane chuckles, “Well, that wasn’t too hard. You crumpled like a house of cards.” He holsters his weapons so that he can scratch his chin with one hand. “I guess the boss must not be very tough herself if she didn’t feel like dealing with you.” The ausar thug laughs harder, a rumbling baritone thing that you can feel in your bones. “There’s no point in wasting time then; she’ll be back shortly.”

Strong hands tear your dress clothes, undershirt, and plain briefs from your body a piece at a time. Your codex is tossed over a broad shoulder and into the mud. Dane doesn’t seem to care about any of your possessions so long as they don’t get in his way. You give a token protest but lack the ability to properly resist. The pale-skinned mercenary touches the clasps of his armor. It noisily clanks and clacks as the straps disengage, withdrawing into the shining body of the protective garment like snakes into burrows. It falls off him into his waiting hands, which carefully stow the armor into a pack on his back.

Dane’s cock hangs large and half-erect, red and thick, pulsating visibly with the veins that web its surface. He smirks when he sees your eyes upon it and visibly stiffens, lurching to a fuller, harder state of tumescence. “Now for the fun part.” All four of his hands grab you at once, lifting you up and turning you to face the ground. Grimly, you think, “Doggy-style, of course.” His length presses between your butt-cheeks, just above your virgin asshole, and the burly thug growls. “More jobs need these kinds of perks.”

The multi-limbed warrior’s lower arms are firmly holding your masculine hips while his upper ones steady your shoulders. Together, they push you down on his pointed phallus, pressing the rigid, dog-like dick hard against your asshole. Whether you were prepared for it or not, there’s too much force for you to do anything but stretch accommodatingly, accepting his hot, swollen tool into yourself. Its narrow-tipped, broadening shape does much to keep the insertion from being overly painful, but it doesn’t stop his already-swelling knot from slamming against you, too big to fit in just yet.

Dane grabs your short, gray hair, yanking your head back, and says, “Loosen up, slut. There’s a lot more cock to go.” He pushes you partway off and pulls back down, matching his words with potent, cock-burying thrusts. This time, your anus stretches painfully open, pulled far beyond its normal capacity to allow him entrance. Swollen, cum-filled nuts slap against your own. Meanwhile, your prostate shoots tingles of bliss into your bright red doggie-dong, forcing you to drool out thick strands of pre-cum. The alien grunts and slaps your ass. Even taking a hand to do that, he’s still holding you vise-tight. It’s like his arms are all over your body, everywhere at once, forcing you to submit to his anus-ravaging whims. You have been penetrated, robbing you of your anal virginity. Your supple ass is a little more used to insertions.

This time, Dane growls in satisfaction. “That’s it, slut. Go ahead and take my dick.” He pops his knot out and back in, sending surprisingly pleasant sensations shivering up your spine. “Just relax and take it. Get used to it. We’re just getting started, and I’ve got a lot more cock to fill you with.”

Wait, what? You try to look back over your shoulder at him to voice your question, but his hand holds you firm.

“Eyes down, bitch. You don’t get to look at me,” Dane commands. As an afterthought, he adds, “Never fucked somebody as spliced-up as me, have you?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “If you thought four arms was the extent of my modifications, you’re sorely mistaken. The little bit of cock you’ve got inside you is just my tip.” Dane thrusts, pushing his knot up into your large intestine. Incredibly, you feel inches more of his phallus pounding into you behind it, the insertion made easy thanks to the reaming he’s given you. “I got myself a proper tentacle cock with an ausar twist. It can reach out nine feet, and every six inches, there’s another knot. I wonder how many I can push out into you?”

You groan in distress and arousal, shivering as you feel a second knot push up against your ring.

“What’s the matter, slut? Don’t squeeze down just yet. I’ve got another foot I can slip inside you, I’m sure.” Dane’s arms pump your body up and down, popping that first knot out and then thrusting two back in. You can feel a third emerging from the slit in his groin, pressing between your cheeks, hot and slick with some kind of lubricating oil. It’s making you feel so full, and yet... and yet you’re getting a little curious to see how much this chiseled, canine adonis will be able to cram into your anus. He’s pounding you full, taking you utterly, and there’s nothing you can do but sag in his grip and try to enjoy it. Your body certainly seems to be if the dripping from your crotch is any indication. Your dog-dick is trembling, half-hard and bouncing along with the thrusts, too cowed by the pressure on your prostate to be fully hard but loving the pleasant squeezing too much to be soft.

You moan out loud, unable to contain your pleasure. It erupts out of your lungs with the same fervent power as Dane’s savage, ass-rending thrusts. The third knot slips inside you, much more easily than the first two, and you shudder and shake within his firm grip, on the verge of anal orgasm. One of his hands shifts to stroke your chest, thumbing at your nipple as he pounds away. The ausar’s body feels like an implacable wall behind you, one you’re being battered against again and again, every stroke filling you fuller and more completely than the one before.

Pop! Dane’s fourth knot slips in, sliding over your prostate exquisitely, filling you to brimming with dick. Your gut is churning, but it’s pleasant too. His thrusts are getting longer and more intense each time, thanks to the many bulges he forces through your ass, and you’re getting looser and more blissed out as well. Your eyes have started to roll partway back in their sockets. Even your legs are quivering in insensate fulfillment. You whimper pleadingly.

Dane barks in between gasps and growls of his own, turning your head to the side so he can meet your eye. “What’s that bitch? Got a liking for my cock all’ a sudden?” He slaps your ass for emphasis, still fucking you as hard and fast as ever.

Your mind says no, but your body and mouth say yes, quite loudly.

“That’s what I’m talking about. Tell ya what...” Dane pounds so fast and hard that you lose track of the bulges sliding in and out of your abused rectal star, “whether you manage to beat my boss or not, you can come be my live-in cock-sleeve if you want. I’d be sure to introduce you to the rest of my harem.” The word harem is punctuated by what feels like dozen of the bloating knobs forcing their way inside. Pleasure overwhelms you, and you start to shake, impaled on the throbbing, red length.

Drizzles of white cum pour out of your bestial cock and into a puddle on the ground. Just when you think it’s over, a new, swelling knot slides past your prostate and milks out a fresh splatter of sexual fluid. It feels better than it has any right to.

Dane loses his composure for once, throwing back his head and howling at your feverish clenching. The knots inside of you swell, preventing him from pulling out. At the same time, the length between the bulbous spheroids thickens, starting closer to his groin and spreading deeper within you. He erupts a moment after the swelling reaches his tip, so deep that all you feel is a gentle, warm pulsation, enough to make you feel full and contented without being overloaded, which is exactly what you need on the heels of your blissful climax.

You sag, limp and panting, before you feel the jetwash crashing over you. Dane struggles to pull out, wrenching knot after knot free in a gut-stretching display of strength. He tosses you to the ground none-too-gently, looking down at his cum-leaking prize. “Remember my offer. I could use a good knot-sleeve,” he says. Your eyes drift closed, though not before you see him boarding Jill’s gunship.