Breed Women of Earth: A Sex-Rated Alien Invasion from Within

Mission: Breed Women of Earth

 

I am on a mission to breed women, but the naive women of Earth have no idea. I’ve been sent to Earth for the sole purpose of impregnating as many women as possible. They’ve given me the perfect disguise – the form of a human male. I’m so close to one now that I could reach out and grab her by the throat.

My alien leader who sent me to Earth told me, “Choose the ones with the best chances of being able to carry a hybrid offspring.  Only breed women who are healthy, fertile, and conventionally attractive.”

The Impregnation Hunt

I’ve been walking these Earth streets for weeks now, searching for the perfect breeders, and finally, I’ve found one.

The young woman that caught my attention is a beautiful, slender creature.  She works at one of those places humans use to create energy from caffeine and sugar. She has long hair, the color of honey and she’s an artist, too. Her art hangs all over the walls of the establishment where she works.

Despite her initial wariness, she had no idea my alien species had mastered the art of seduction.  Moreover, she has no idea that I’m an alien seeking to breed women. To her, I am just a curious, handsome artist who wants to get to know her better.

Her loneliness is palpable, and I know that if I play my cards correctly, she will fall for my charms.

After her shift at the coffee shop, I approached her again.

“Hello again,” I say with a carefully practiced smile. “My name is Will.  Although I’ve noticed you around the coffee shop, I never introduced myself. Are you an artist, too?”

Despite knowing that she is, I want her to believe we have things in common. I’m hiding the fact that I am here just to breed women.  She smiles back and says, “Yes, I am. I actually painted all of the art on the walls in the shop.”

“They are beautiful. Almost as beautiful as you, but your beauty is unmatched.”

She blushes, eyes downcast, hiding her happiness at my flattery. “I’m an artist myself and would love to collaborate with you,” I continue. “Would you be open to that?”

She smiles and looks back up at me. “Sure! If you want to come over to my live/work studio now, I can show you some unfinished projects. Maybe you can put your spin on them to help me finish them.”

Mission to Breed Women of Earth Successful

She lives near the coffee shop so I walk her home, eager to succeed in my mission to breed women. As soon as she opens her front door, I gently guide her chin towards me and lean down, kissing her passionately. We make out as she simultaneously guides me to her bedroom and I push her down onto the bed.  Altogether she seems to enjoy my roughness.

I emphatically rip the buttons on the white cotton blouse open with my teeth, revealing her full, round breasts.  Although she’s not wearing a bra, I silently hope these tits will be full of milk in nine months. Sucking on her nipples, I make my way down to her pussy. Her panties are drenched with her own juices, and she’s breathing with lustful anticipation as I slide them off of her.

I bury my face between her legs and lap up her cunt juices, hearing her moan pleasurably.  Her pussy is sopping wet and I can taste how sweet her human nectar is.  I lick her clit until I feel her pussy walls contracting with a human orgasm.

Finally, I climb on top of her and do what I came here to do: Breed women.

She screams with pleasure as I ram my alien cock into her over and over again. I fuck her hard and deep as the voice of my alien leader echoes in my head. “Breed women,” it says, “Breed women.”

I cum inside of her, shooting my thick alien load into her fertile womb.

After we’re done, I remain beside her in a perfunctory act of humanity. Despite the fact it is my least favorite part of my mission to breed women, I recognize the act of cuddling. Unbeknownst to the earthling, I am already thinking of hunting for the next breeder.

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