Ashdome 7 X-Rated

The domes hissed like dying lungs. Outside, Earth was a cracked brown scab—no rivers, no green, just dust and the skeletons of old cities. Inside Ash Dome 7 the air tasted like recycled sweat and pussy. Population Protocol was simple: fuck or the species ends. Every hole that could take cock was public property after dark. Blue-skinned refugees from the crashed colony ships walked the corridors naked from the waist down, cunt lips already slick, because human seed was the only currency left that mattered.

I was hunting one girl.

Lira. Nineteen. Pale. Shaved smooth. Tiny waist, fat little ass that clapped when I bent her over the ration crates. Perfect fuck-toy. Last night she’d been on her knees in my bunk, glasses fogged, choking on me while she fingered herself. This morning her cot was empty and the Night Shadow’s black mark was smeared on the bulkhead in cum and ash.

I geared up: rebreather, shock baton, and a cock already half-hard from the dome’s constant pheromone mist. Two corridor sluts fell in step the second I hit the lower decks—Mira and Sela. Both blonde, both starving for it. Mira’s tits were heavy and veined from the fertility drugs; Sela had the tighter cunt and a tongue ring she liked to drag along a shaft.

“You’re going after the Shadow,” Mira said, already dropping to her knees in the service tunnel. She freed my cock, spat on it, and swallowed me to the root while Sela hiked her own skirt and sat on my face. I ate that hairless blue-tinged human pussy like it was the last water on Earth. Sela came first, grinding her clit against my teeth, squirting down my chin. Mira edged me with long wet strokes until I grabbed her hair and face-fucked her until her throat bulged. I painted her tongue and she shared the load with Sela in a filthy open-mouth kiss.

We kept walking. Every junction another body. An old woman with sagging tits and reading glasses sucked me off against a bulkhead while Mira and Sela took turns sitting on her face. The crone moaned like she was tasting god. I came down her throat; she licked her lips and whispered, “More seed for the race,” before toddling off to find the next cock.

By the time we reached the outer airlock my balls were already aching empty and full again. The Night Shadow’s trail glowed faint purple in the dust—alien tech mixed with human cunt juice.

Lira was down there.

And I was going to pull her out of the orgy pit and bury my cock in her before anyone else finished breeding her.