Tartarus Prime
Eight light-years away from Earth
 
 
Gardens of Acheron
 
 
A heavenly place covered with lush vegetation, the Gardens of Acheron were home to an array of largely harmless creatures, which mostly ranged from mere bugs to colorful bird-like flying animals, not to mention a small population of six-limbed monkey-like beasts no taller than an average human child, all of which contributed to a lively ambiance thanks to the melodious chittering and chirping that echoed through the forest.
 
 
Such cacophony, however, was soon cut off, promptly replaced with the sound of creaking branches, combined with what sounded like gunshots which only grew louder with each passing second, meaning something - or someone - was approaching…
 
 
All of a sudden, a tall, bipedal figure burst through the foliage, revealing itself to be one of the sources of noise that echoed in the woods.
The figure turned out to be a shapely female human going by the name of Katina, a skillfully experienced commando soldier who was known to have survived many missions over time.
Katina wore a tight black bodysuit that put quite the emphasis on her athletic silhouette, which was generously ornamented with a bountiful rear supported by a pair of thick thighs, alongside a ridiculously large pair of breasts that made it nearly impossible for her to find a fitting chestplate, though her lower legs, forearms and shoulders definitely were protected by yellowish patches of armor.
As for her head, it was gifted with blue eyes and crowned with short brown hair with a red streak covering her right eye, leaving only the scarred left side of her face apparent.
All of those features were concealed within a spherical, opaque helmet she was currently donning as a safety measure, even though she knew the planet’s atmosphere was breathable.
 
 
The commando veteran was also holding her two blaster guns, one in each hand and ready to fire at whatever she was running from if there was no other option left.
And it didn’t take long for her pursuer to catch up, soon dashing from the very bush she emerged from and revealing itself to be an indigenous life form.
 
 
Said life form globally resembled a lizard, albeit much larger, standing taller by a head or two than Katina, and much longer limbs than the earthly lizards humanity was acquainted with.
But the most striking trait was this lizard-like creature was mostly bipedal and had a surprisingly humanoid-like, lean but strong body colored in purple with a white underbelly.
 
 
All those attributes contributed to have Katina correctly identifying her pursuer as a Lemurian, a reptilian species that was originally found on Petrichor V, in one of the neighboring solar systems, initially leading her to question how these things managed to get there in the first place.
After all, if the armor some individuals wore on at least one shoulder was of any indication, Lemurians were barely as technologically advanced as the early humans who lived during the Palaeolithic Age.
 
 
Only upon landing a couple hours earlier, next to a previously-uncharted crash site through a dropping pod, did Katina get her answer.
As it turned out, judging by some open, moss-covered crates and a manuscripted version of a cargo manifest found in a rusty safe, the Lemurians were originally supposed to be brought to a much less remote world in order to help humankind improve its understanding of its own origins.
 
 
Such a discovery led the veteran to reflect on how bad of an idea this operation turned out to be, especially considering how hostile the Lemurians were towards her during every single mission she was assigned to on this god-damned rock, though some sense of pride urged her to gloat.
After all, these things, although relatively dangerous in packs, were not that strong and a well-timed shot of her guns often sufficed to kill one of them.
At least, that was what she thought until she was met with the sight of an unusual individual.
 
While most Lemurians Katina encountered barely reached her shoulder in terms of height, this one was definitely larger and more robust, presumably having adapted to tackle larger prey or rivals, and to this new arrival, the commando veteran was definitely the former option.
 
 
In fact, if the burn mark on its left forearm was of any indication, Katina only managed to enrage the beast when initially shooting it in an attempt to drive it away, resulting in the current situation where she was being chased down.
 
 
And even though it has been two hours since the beginning of the chase, the Commando’s pursuer kept a consistent pace, its anatomy and partially quadrupedal locomotion allowing it to cover long distances within a longer timespan, much to its target’s mild surprise.
 
 
Soon managing to reduce the distance separating it from Katina, the Lemurian propelled itself forth and tackled the latter, causing her to lose her footing and fall forward, eliciting a pained moan from her lips as her huge breasts cushioned the impact upon making contact with the ground.
Quickly coming back to her senses after gasping for air, the veteran looked up to see one of her guns having been knocked off her hands in the fall, just a few feet away from where she laid.
 
 
However, there still was a major issue for her, which came in the form of the reptilian fiend that was on top of her, using its hands and weight to pin and try to restrain her.
Normally, while a standard Lemurian would be able to perform a similar move, Katina was still strong enough to actually be able to put up a fight and get it off her.
But, as aforementioned earlier, this was no ordinary Lemurian. It was faster, more resilient, and stronger, its strength being at least on par with her own.
 
 
“Shit ! This is definitely going to be harder than anticipated…” the commando thought, trying her best to wiggle in an effort to slip herself free from her aggressor’s grasp before noticing some droplets landing and running down her helmet, quickly leading her to come up with the conclusion the creature opened its mouth and was preparing itself to try and eat her, “Of course, you had to be hungry…”.
While the woman kept attempting to make it difficult for the Lemurian to actually hold her down, the monster used its hands to push her back down, firmly holding her shoulders and upper arms before crouching and clamping its jaws around the top of her round helmet, further cementing its intent to make a meal out of her, all while ensuring she would not put up any resistance, let alone escape.
That being said, biting onto the helmet may have been one thing, but to actually be able to overcome that roadblock definitely was another, considering the fact it was wider than the alien could open its jaws.
 
 
Not that the creature was deterred in the slightest, on the contrary.
If anything, the Lemurian began unhinging its lower jaw in a similar fashion to those earthly egg-eating snakes, now methodically biting onto the glassy object surrounding the veteran’s head, every bite allowing the helmet to vanish into the creature’s awaiting mouth and beginning to obscure Katina’s vision.
 
 
However, while it started engulfing Katina, the Lemurian made the foolish mistake of loosening its grip on her upper arms, thus inadvertently allowing the woman to regain mobility.
 
 
“Now’s my chance !” The veteran thought, swiftly grabbing one of her opponent’s arms before pulling it down and rolling over, using the Lemurian’s own weight against it and causing it to fall right to the side.
Taken aback by the sudden movement, the beast was forced to let go of Katina’s helmet, leaving it drenched in saliva, though it was clear the commando was too focused on escaping to even care.
Leaving no semblance of respite, she then proceeded to land a left hook on her aggressor’s face, momentarily dazing it before getting back up, putting her first gun back in its holster and eventually rushing towards the second one with the intent to shoot the monster dead.
 
 
Bending the knee, the woman was about to pick up her gun when she was suddenly met with the unpleasant sensation of having something wet latch right onto her ankle, forcing her to turn around and widen her eyes in surprise as she was soon met with quite a shocking revelation.
This peculiar Lemurian, now taking a quadrupedal stance, in fact possessed a long, prehensile tongue it could use to catch prey items and drag them into its mouth, and that tongue was now wrapped around her right ankle.
 
 
“Oh no, I do not think so, buddy !” She grunted as she shifted positions before ultimately managing to grab her weapon and aiming at the creature as it began trying to reel her in.
Aiming at such an enemy was one thing, but to keep an accurate aim while holding onto something to avoid being pulled closer was a challenge Katina would not have overcome, had it not been for her considerable experience.
Fortunately, she managed to grab onto some rock that was firmly embedded into the ground, which allowed her to slow down the process of being dragged any closer to the Lemurian’s awaiting maw.
 
 
“Eat this for starters !” the veteran exclaimed as she got the gun’s safety off and pulled the trigger, unleashing a bolt of plasma with concussive properties, said bolt directly landing right onto the aggressor’s blunt snout.
 
 
Met with a burning sensation resulting from the blast, the reptilian fiend let out a pained roar and loosened its grip, allowing its attempted prey to kick its tongue aside before quickly getting back on her feet and dashing away without wasting any more time in hopes to lose it for good.
Reeling its tongue back in place and holding its snout, the Lemurian then stood back upright, letting out a growl of frustration as it watched the woman run away.
Drool soon escaped its scaly lips as its eyes were locked in onto Katina’s luscious rear, which seemed to bounce with every step she took.
 
 
While it was primarily driven by its most primal instincts, the creature was by no means devoid of intelligence, having figured the commando was not going to be an easy prey.
After all, she was fast, stronger and therefore more capable of putting up a fight than the Lemurian had previously thought.
However, that did little to nothing to discourage the predator in the slightest.
If anything, having such difficult prey only added to the thrill of the hunt and comforted the Lemurian in its thought of how rewarding it would feel to finally manage to catch said prey.
 
 
But until then, the reptilian hunter still had to catch up to Katina, having lost sight of her as she took advantage of how distracted it was by such contemplations.
However, while there already was some distance separating the woman from her attempted attacker, she still left a trail of footprints behind, something the Lemurian was quick to notice.
Emitting a deep rumble, the hunter proceeded to step forth, following the footsteps its prey left behind.
 
 
In the meantime, Katina had been on the run, having wasted no time trying to distance the Lemurian, whose intentions were now pretty clear to her.
By that point, she managed to lose sight of the extraterrestrial life form after running for nearly ten minutes, years of vigorous training allowing her to build up better stamina than most of her peers, though it was obvious she could not run forever.
 
 
“Hah… Huff… I think I have lost it…” She spoke, panting as she then stopped by a dead tree before glancing back to see if her attacker was not in direct pursuit, sighing in relief upon noting she indeed lost the Lemurian for the time being and taking a few steps towards it while grunting as her legs felt like they were burning from being solicited for such an extended timespan, “Good… This might allow me to recover and try to contact Bellona.”.
 
 
Sitting on the fallen tree, Katina let out another sigh of relief at the thought of being able to rest her legs for a moment, not caring about the bark’s rugous texture against her bodysuit-clad butt nor about how careless the very idea of taking a break on this damned rock seemed.
Besides, even if there was some immediate danger coming in the form of some dangerous life form, the woman still had her guns and her knife and her experience would still allow her to prevail against the threat.
While no such thing was present in her immediate vicinity, the veteran still proceeded to glance at her surroundings, her eyes darting in every fathomable direction, just to make sure.
After all, on Tartarus Prime, absolute safety was no more than some naive fable at best, and Katina knew it damn too well, and the previous encounter she had only helped her strengthen such belief.
 
 
Now certain she was out of danger for the time being, the commando reached down her left thigh pocket belt, pulling her communication device out of it in the process.
Said device was rectangular in shape, with an antenna Katina could deploy at will and use in order to emit or receive signals from the USS Bellona, and its small size allowed the lady to transport it everywhere during her missions.
 
 
Part of her felt somewhat shameful about returning from her solo mission this early before even gathering enough elements to fill a proper report.
She knew her credibility could be put at stake here, and after years of successful missions, even if no one would dare and judge her, Katina was not going to allow such a fault to become apparent on her resume.
On the other hand, with the dangerous Lemurian that nearly claimed her as its meal and withstood her shots, it was very clear that staying on that planet with the possibility of meeting the beast once more was far from being an option for her.
 
 
Swallowing her pride, Katina then hastily pressed the button to try and emit the signal, wanting the call to be over as soon as possible… Only to be met with buzzing sounds emanating from her device.
 
 
Taking a closer look, the veteran then widened her eyes and gritted her teeth in frustration upon realizing her device was now badly damaged, presumably because it unfortunately was on the side where she had landed upon falling after the Lemurian grabbed her leg earlier.
 
 
“SHIT !” Katina shouted, firmly clenching her fist without squeezing the device any tighter in order to avoid further damage, “The one time I need to use this thing, it’s fucking jammed ! Great !”.
 
 
Without any way to communicate her situation to the ship, the veteran was now finding herself with virtually no way out of this damned rock… For the time being.
Besides, even if it was in a better state, her mini-sat would barely even be able to emit any signal, let alone receive it, simply because she was in a forest.
 
 
“Alright… Let’s sum up the situation…” Katina muttered, letting out a deep sigh as she was slowly regaining her composure, knowing better than to let her emotions get the best of her, “First, a giant lizard tries to eat me… Now, I can’t even call the Bellona for extraction… And I must find a way to repair this thing, but there doesn’t seem to be anything that could allow such an action…”.
 
 
Putting her damaged mini-sat back in her thigh pocket, the veteran then stood back up and stretched her legs before checking each of her two blasters, thus making sure they were in better condition than her communication device.
Fortunately enough, the weapons only had some dirt on the sides, but it was better not to neglect them in case she needed them.
 
 
And considering how her encounter with the Lemurian went, the woman knew damn too well she needed those more than ever.
Speaking of the devil, Katina looked everywhere around her to see if she had completely lost her attempted attacker, only to widen her eyes in surprise and shock upon seeing a lizard-like silhouette standing atop a dead tree she passed by when she was fleeing it.
To make matters worse, it definitely seemed like the damn thing was looking at her, as if it intended to let her know it was after her.
 
 
Fortunately for Katina, the creature was still far enough not to immediately catch up to her.
 
 
“Ooookay, now that I know this thing followed me, I might as well not waste my time here any longer” she mumbled, swiftly turning around and stepping forth, further advancing through the forest without looking back.
As much as there was some distance separating the Lemurian from her, Katina did not want to wait until the creature gained in on her, now aware that if it did, she would end up shamefully becoming food for such a primal creature, an option that was clearly out of question in her mind.
 
 
DAY 2
 
 
A day had passed since Katina was now stranded on the planet after landing for her solo mission.
Such an extended stay was rather unusual coming from the veteran, considering how quickly she completed her missions and training sessions on this remote, primal world over the years, usually not staying longer than two to three hours, with her longest stay having lasted twelve hours.
 
 
By that point,she had covered little more than twenty miles through the Tartarian wilderness, essentially trying to find components in order to repair her mini-sat and call for extraction, all while being pursued by the same Lemurian, which had relentlessly been tracking her down, none too decided on giving up the chase.
 
 
Sitting on a large rock, the woman was now using the armor covering her left arm to record a new log about her current situation, taking some time to rest her legs in the process.
 
 
“Katina [REDACTED]’s log. Entry number 035. April 15th 2XXX
 
 
It has now been an entire day since I became stranded, with no way to call the Bellona for extraction.
Despite my best efforts to find proper components to repair the Mini-Sat, the search has proven inconclusive.
And to make matters worse, the Lemurian I have encountered has been tracking me down. If I did not know any better, I would safely assume it is using persistence hunting, the same method used by our far distant, Earthly ancestors to catch game. I have managed to lose it at the cost of my right gauntlet, but Lord knows how long it will be until it finds me again.
 
 
Katina, out.”.
 
 
Finishing her recording, the commando shut the lid covering the portable mini computer in the left gauntlet, where she kept a diary that stored every single experience ever since she started serving aboard the Bellona, before cautiously looking around her.
 
 
As a matter of fact, while the first day had been tiring and rather annoying, the second day was the one where Katina’s attitude began to show signs of change.
While usually collected and pragmatic, she now began to feel more cautious about her environment and became rather apprehensive, if not nervous, for the first time in years.
 
 
Her apprehension was the result of being relentlessly pursued by that Lemurian, which clearly was determined to catch her, stalking her no matter how far she went and gaining in on her whenever she had the gall to stop and even think of resting a bit.
 
 
On one such occasion, a few hours prior, the Lemurian managed to catch up to her while she was camping in order to rest and recover from the hectic journey she had after her initial landing. The encounter resulted in a skirmish where the extraterrestrial being bit her right arm and attempted to engulf it in hopes the rest would follow next, until the veteran used her free arm to punch its stomach so hard she managed to force it to let go of her, just when it had reached her elbow, and knocking it out after having an adrenaline rush.
 
 
The attempt at freeing herself was successful but victory scarcely ever came without cost, for her right gauntlet got damaged from being covered in some sort of digestive fluid with properties that essentially allowed said substance to attack metal.
While it had spared her bodysuit and her skin, the veteran did not want to take any risk and reluctantly detached the damaged gauntlet off her forearm and dropped it aside after knocking the monster out, promptly leaving the place.
 
 
Back to present, the woman was now standing back up, keeping an alert gaze and ready to make good use of her blasters.
She knew the bolts of energy they unleashed had no lasting ill-effects on her pursuer, if not for the slight burns he now sported on his left shoulder and his snout.
Fortunately, they helped slow the Lemurian down, thus allowing her to put distance between them and delay their encounters.
 
 
Turning around, she looked in the direction from which she came and squinted, closely taking a glance at a vaguely reptilian bipedal silhouette she instantly recognized.
Feeling her heart rate speed up a bit, Katina took deep breaths, trying her best not to give into panic as she was met with the realization the Lemurian had recovered from their fight and managed to track her down using its formidable sense of smell.
 
 
“Dang it, this thing really doesn’t know when to give up…” She thought to herself, recalling her previous encounters with the scaly creature and comparing it to other dangerous animals.
 
 
In her memories, some of the animals usually had a territorial behavior, meaning they often gave up chasing her as soon as she stepped out of their turf’s boundaries, whereas some of the carnivorous ones either gave up because she was too strong or simply because they weren’t able to catch up and decided it wasn’t worth wasting their energy trying to hunt her down any longer.
 
 
But this Lemurian was different. Aside from its bulkier and larger physique, it was surprisingly fast and had displayed a frighteningly high level of stamina, as if it specifically trained for hunting prey over long distances.
To make things all the more uncanny, it was persistent and dead set on hunting her, and only her, as if the other potential prey items in their vicinity did not matter in any way.
Somehow, such persistence led Katina to further liken this specific individual to a male human, for she once witnessed a man asking the same woman out without relenting once over the course of days, until the lady filed a harassment complaint to the HR department.
 
 
While the situation was roughly similar to the one she was enduring, the man only wanted to date whereas the Lemurian was hellbent on making a meal out of the veteran.
And that last fact was all the more unsettling because Katina knew that despite their overall animalistic traits and instincts, Lemurians were actually intelligent enough to form a primitive civilization, meaning the one chasing her might even actually be playing an actual game of cat and mouse.
 
 
Not wanting to wait and confirm such a theory, the apprehensive veteran promptly stepped forth, determined to keep the lizard-like hunter at bay and avoid getting caught at all costs.
 
 
Thus, she walked tirelessly for around three to five more miles,even though she knew she could only move forth for so long.
Never had her stamina been put so much to the test, even with all her years of consistent training.
Still dwelling on the fact she was being pursued, Katina used this as a good source of motivation and began pushing past her limits, until she eventually reached a clearing which was bordering a nearby river stream.
 
 
Cautiously moving down the slope, the veteran looked around, checking if the Lemurian was not in view, let alone gaining in on her.
 
 
“It’s not here for now… Maybe I’ll finally be able to rest in this clearing.” the woman told herself, letting out a loud sigh of relief upon noting she had managed to evade the reptilian hunter.
Deep down, she still knew it would eventually gain in on her, further motivating her to savor this potentially fleeting moment to rest and watch the wind shake the lush tree canopy and maybe listen to the tree-dwelling creatures’ songs…
 
 
However, the initially relieved expression on Katina’s face shifted into a more cautious one upon taking note of a seemingly insignificant detail.
The clearing was way too quiet, which only meant one thing…
 
 
“Oh for goodness’ sake… Don’t tell me it’s this overgrown lizard…” The veteran thought, breathing as calmly as she could while pulling out one of her blasters, scanning every corner of the place with her blue eyes, “It could not have gotten here THAT quickly, last time I saw it, the damn thing was barely a mile or two away.”.
 
 
By that point, constantly being chased by the Lemurian began taking its toll on her mental health.
Had she not known better, Katina would come to the conclusion she was slowly becoming paranoid and that she was imagining things.
While she acknowledged how fast her pursuer turned out to be, there was no conceivable way it had caught up that rapidly to her. She would have seen it coming, having taken note of how the primal hunter did not seem to bother hiding its presence considering the distance between them, as if taunting her in some wicked way and letting her know she would not be able to run away forever.
 
 
For the time being, however, Katina foolishly ruled that option out, having not seen the creature closing the distance separating it from her.
The mere thought was beginning to fill her mind with an intensifying sense of dread, for it meant the Lemurian could have taken a shortcut and emerged from every possible direction.
 
 
Taking deep breaths, the nervous veteran closed her eyes in an effort to convince herself the Lemurian was not that close, although she could still not shake off the dreadful feeling there was a predator lurking in her immediate vicinity.
 
 
“If the purple semi-sapient scaly motherfucker isn’t there, then what’s causing the place to be so damn quiet ??” she questioned, looking everywhere as she was filled with absolute certainty about the fact she wasn’t alone in the clearing, though she could still not see what was causing her to feel so anxious.
 
 
 
 
However, what she could not see, she could feel, and that was exactly what happened when her brain registered the sensation of having something slimy grab a hold of her right leg.
 
 
“Huh ? What is- WOAH !” the veteran spoke, barely able to finish her sentence before she felt her leg violently being tugged at, causing her to lose balance and fall flat on her back, the helmet cushioning the impact and protecting her head once again, although the fall momentarily dazed her, “Ugh… My head…”.
 
 
Swiftly regaining her senses in spite of the sudden commotion, Katina got on her elbow and tried to pull the trigger, only to realize she was no longer holding her blaster, the weapon having slipped off her hands in the surprise attack.
Looking around, she fortunately located the pistol, which now laid an arm reach away from her.
 
 
“Goddamnit, once I grab that, whatever catches me is as good as fried !” The veteran angrily muttered, quickly flipping onto her stomach and crawling forward in order to reach for her weapon.
Her fingers were almost about to make contact on the blaster when she felt something coiling up her hips and midriff before whatever grabbed a hold of her suddenly pulled her backwards, “FUCK ! I ALMOST GOT IT !”.
 
 
Now being dragged away from her much-needed weapon, Katina had little choice but to plant her fingers into firm ground, clawing into it in an effort to prevent the mysterious thing from pulling her any further, or at least slow it down.
Her attempts seemed vain until she managed to anchor herself onto some partially-emerged, thick root, thus putting a momentary halt to her current situation and allowing herself to take a better look at what was dragging her across the clearing.
 
 
“Oookay, now let’s see what the fuck you are, you grabby piece of shit.” The commando mumbled, managing to flip herself to the side and onto her elbow, all while still anchoring herself to the damn root before having a good look at what grabbed her and groaning in frustration, “Oh you gotta be shitting me ! Squidward’s long lost cousin lives on land now ?!”.
 
 
Holding her right leg and her waist were a pair of yellow-greenish tentacles armed with small suction cups at the tips, the first tentacle being already as wide as Katina’s own biceps whereas the one holding her waist was at the very least closer in width to her calves, and they seemed to have been stretching well over thirteen feet in length, which pretty much was the distance separating the already alarmed woman from what appeared to be a mix between a worm and a squid, whose colors were shifting from greenish to a dark brownish red, thus revealing its ability to manipulate its own chromatophores, akin to earthly cephalopods, said ability in turn allowing it to properly camouflage, which might have explained why Katina did not immediately see it.
 
 
Spreading its tentacles apart, Katina’s new attacker revealed a parrot-like beak which opened up in four equal parts, almost like a blooming flower, promptly unveiling a pink, tubular and protractile, yet short tube ending with a jawless opening that seemed to constantly undulate in a revolting manner, leaving little to no doubt regarding what this ambush predator intended to do to the skilled veteran.
 
 
“You’re truly one ugly motherfucker.” The veteran commented, sneering in disgust as she observed the rhythmical movement the cephalopod-like creature’s mouth performed, all while still holding as tightly as she could onto the root, having absolutely no desire to get any closer to that awaiting mouth.
Of course, her task was made harder by the tentacles that were firmly holding her and tugging harder at her.
 
“This gotta be the best day ever ! First, I am followed by an overgrown lizard that won’t give the fuck up, now I have to deal with a tentacled freak !” She added in a sarcastic tone, ranting about her misfortune and gritting her teeth as she tried her best to pull herself onto the root, only to be tugged back just as hard and feeling like she would be torn in half should the stalemate both predator and prey were locked in last any longer.
However, as strong as she was, Katina felt her own strength starting to give out, making it easier for the land-dwelling squid to pull her closer.
 
 
Starting to lose faith in her chances of escaping this planet this time, the veteran loosened her grip, knowing that pulling any harder at the root would end up dislocating her shoulders at best, before taking another look back at the squid, which resumed reeling her in closer as if its tentacles were a fishing rod.
 
 
On one hand, without any proper means to call for extraction and reinforcements, Katina knew she would end up being claimed by the Tartarian wilderness anyway, and if she opted to let her new captor make a meal out of her, it would result in the Lemurian eventually stopping the relentless pursuit.
 
 
On the other hand, if reinforcement landed, assuming they would find and slay the beast, they would also find her inside.
The others would question her credibility or mock her for not having been able to see the ambush coming.
All those years of training and succeeding multiple missions in a row, only to lose to a lowly squid and end up in its belly ?
 
 
The thought alone was more than enough to bruise her ego and trigger a spark that reinvigorated her will to survive and prevail against any threat.
Having remembered she brought both her blasters, Katina then planted her free heel into the ground and swiftly pulled her weapon, aiming at the horrendous creature.
 
 
“Oh no, you don’t get to eat me today !” She exclaimed, pulling the trigger and shooting the tentacle that was holding her by the waist, eliciting a pained shriek from the creature which then loosened its grip, “In fact, tonight, there’s gonna be fried calamari for dinner !”.
The second shot hit the tentacle that initially grabbed her leg, and considering how thin this one was compared to the one that loosened around her waist, the bolt was more than powerful enough to sever it, forcing the predatory animal to actually let go and retreat into its burrow after letting out a pained and frustrated shriek.
 
 
Promptly standing back up, Katina kept aiming at the creature, just in case it had another funny idea before placing her blaster back in her holster once she was certain the monster had retreated.
 
 
“Ain’t no way I’m having a dinner date with Squidward as its meal.” She commented, standing triumphantly, gloating with a newfound sense of pride, before shifting her attention back to her other pistol, now intent on retrieving it, “Having said that, I just might as well avoid staying here any longer.”.
 
 
Having wisely opted not to stay in this area, Katina then rapidly stepped over to the blaster that slipped off her hand when the hungry cephalopod initially seized her and bent her knees in order to pick it back up.
As a matter of fact, while it was slightly time-consuming, bending the knees was a much better alternative than bending over and risking some back pain because of how heavy her breasts were.
“There we go, now all set to get away from this -” She spoke, soon placing her blaster back in her holster’s empty pocket before widening her eyes, some sense of uneasiness rapidly seeping in as she felt a slimy drop fall onto one of her shoulders, leading her to wonder whether the hungry cephalopod already returned and once again attempted to take advantage of her momentary distraction, “You gotta be kidding me…”.
 
 
Correctly interpreting this as the signal to get the fuck away from this not-so peaceful clearing, the veteran stood back up and prepared herself to dash forth without looking back… Only to feel herself being held back once again and hear a low, deep-pitched growl, which felt all too familiar to match the warbled screeches emitted by the large land-dwelling squid.
 
 
“Urgh, I just cannot have a break, can I ?!” Katina exclaimed, now hit with the realization the Lemurian once again caught up to her after all this time, meaning it was most likely drawn to the commotion caused by her brief confrontation against the hungry cephalopod.
 
 
To make matters worse, she did not even hear the damn hunter coming simply because of the cushion pads the Lemurian sported on its three-digit feet, which allowed it to sneak up on any prey without getting immediately detected until it was too late.
 
 
Thanks to its muscular build compared to the rest of its kind, the Lemurian managed to hold Katina in place in spite of her best efforts to break free from its grasp.
Opening its mouth, the creature then proceeded to land it upon her spherical helmet, once again attempting to swallow her head first, ignoring the angry punches its prey was landing on its arms.
 
 
“You really don’t know how to give up, do you ?” The veteran scoffed, reminiscing the trouble it had getting past her helmet during their first major fight and the Lemurian’s first attempt at swallowing her.
However, the creature remembered this just as well and began unhinging its jaws a little wider this time, once again biting repeatedly onto the helmet, the tiny hooks on the blue-ish inner sides of its mouth gradually pulling it deeper.
 
 
Despite having her vision once again obscured, the woman wasn’t that bothered by such a parameter, for her helmet provided enough protection to shield her head from the saliva-filled mouth.
Besides, that didn’t really keep her from punching at the creature’s arms until her eyes widened in shock upon being met with yet another new, unpleasant sensation.
 
 
“What do you think you are doing, you brute ?!” Katina inquired, clearly in shock as her brain registered the sensation of the Lemurian’s five-digit hands landing onto her ridiculously large breasts and already squishing onto them, eliciting an involuntary moan from her lips, “G-gah ! Don’t you dare and keep up, you sod !”
 
 
However, having been muffled by the combination of her helmet and the mouth surrounding it, her demand simply fell onto deaf ears, the monster simply widening its jaws in an effort to reach her broad, muscular shoulders, which would end up making it difficult for her to keep punching and prying the beast’s hands off her voluptuous chest.
Gritting her teeth in disgust, Katina began squirming more frantically in an effort to try and loosen the Lemurian’s grip, even going as far as attempting to punch the unfazed hunter’s snout, which just happened to be within striking range now that it reached the base of her helmet.
The veteran’s attempts, however, were still proving vain against her ongoing predicament, which was worsening with every passing second, the soft pressure exerted onto her breasts by the alien’s hands making it difficult for her not to let out any sound considering how sensitive these two mounds of fat turned out to be.
 
 
As a matter of fact, the Lemurian was groping its prey in order to tenderize those huge tits of hers and perhaps properly fit them within its greedy mouth, all while keeping her against its body in an effort to ensure she would not get away, although it mostly resulted in Katina involuntarily bump into its lower abdomen as she squirmed in a frantical fashion.
 
 
Already groaning in sheer disgust as her breasts were being fondled, the veteran kept wiggling helplessly, none too happy about being in a powerless position and trying her best to break her aggressor’s firm grip, only for her body to tense up in surprise as her brain registered the feeling of having something wet and warm starting to poke and rub rather insistently onto her thick rear.
 
 
“As if the persistence wasn’t enough, now he’s trying to get in my pants… How typical.” The woman mumbled to herself, now having come to the definite conclusion her pursuer was actually a male, and whether he was hungry or not, it was crystal clear he was after her body.
It didn’t help that the lizard-like extraterrestrial being hailed from a primal civilization with hedonistic tendencies and an absolute lack of restraint, which didn’t really surprise Katina, considering her previous encounters with Petrichor V’s Lemurians.
 
 
By that point, the veteran was now seething in a mix of disgust and anger.
To be relentlessly pursued and eventually eaten was one thing, already humiliating enough for her ego to be bruised, although she could still bring herself to forgive such an action for it was simply part of the harsh laws of nature.
But sexual assault was definitely on a whole other level, and at no point would she ever let it slide, especially if that damn monster dared using his blue-ish, retractile male genitalia.
The worst part was the fact she could not free herself in spite of her strength, being largely surpassed by the unusually large and muscular Lemurian.
 
 
“Buddy, as soon as I break free, you’re toast, you got that ?” Katina angrily commented, clearly promising to kill the aggressor between a few gasps caused by her breasts being squished around while having to endure the friction between her rear and the alien’s manhood with her only shield being her bodysuit, until a random thought forcefully planted itself deep within her mind.
 
 
Momentarily pausing, the veteran managed to regain her composure and properly analyze her situation.
Clearly, she was physically outmatched, and the Lemurian’s grip was pretty firm.
However, the soldier knew damn well that physical strength rarely ever came without any drawbacks, noting how heavier he seemed compared to herself and rapidly came to the conclusion that she actually might have a chance to stop her assault if she successfully carried out whatever she planned.
 
 
Opening her eyes, the woman then flexed her knees, bending down and forcing her attacker to bend over as well until she gained enough leverage to actually propel herself into him, using the momentum to topple them both to the side.
 
 
Taken aback by the sudden move, the Lemurian could only bite harder into the helmet, partially crushing it and forming cracks on its surface, as his body hit the ground with enough force to actually force him to release his prey.
 
 
“Take that, you perverted sucker !” Katina exclaimed, elbowing the Lemurian’s wrists, forcing him to loosen his jaws around her helmet and his hands around her breasts.
Seizing the chance, the veteran swiftly shook his hands off and stood back up, but not before hitting the aggressor where his precious jewels would be located, had they been built the same way as humans were, eliciting a pained roar from the creature, “And that will teach you not to touch a lady without her consent, you fucker !”.
 
 
As resilient as he was, the male Lemurian was not completely insensitive, and if the painful shriek he let out was of any indication, Katina’s already powerful kick actually ended up hurting him.
And the pain was all the more intense, considering her lower legs were covered in armored boots which could amplify the strength she put in the kicks she delivered in case of absolute necessity.
 
 
“Great, now I have to take that thing off…” The experimented lady thought, letting out a loud sigh of frustration as she landed her hands on her helmet, pressing a small button that allowed it to detach itself.
She then proceeded to pull the helmet off, thus revealing her scarred face as she closely inspected it, none too bothered by her own action as she knew Tartarus Prime had a breathable atmosphere.
 
 
“Damn, that thing really did its job.” The brunette mumbled, scanning every inch of the glassy helmet with her eyes and stating how well it shielded her head when the reptilian attacker attempted to gobble her head first, at the expense of ending up covered in saliva and sporting many cracks, which resulted from the monster’s jaws exerting quite the pressure on the rotund object.
 
 
After a thorough inspection, Katina then dropped the helmet aside, for it was too badly damaged for her to actually use any longer.
Besides, being filled with the vengeful resolve to turn the tables, she wanted the Lemurian to take a good look at her face, for he would no longer be looking at his victim but at his soon-to-be killer.
 
 
“Now, remember my promise !” She exclaimed, pulling out one of her blasters and aiming it straight at the Lemurian’s head, giving him her coldest stare ever as she was about to inflict the same punishment upon him as any other creature that ever dared wrong her in such humiliating and offensive ways.
She promised she would kill her attempted predator and sexual aggressor, and here she was, making sure to hold that promise.
 
 
In a surprising twist of events, however, just as Katina was about to pull the trigger and shoot him in the head, the Lemurian sprung back into action, having turned the pain of being hit hard in the groin into untapped rage.
Getting on his fours, the lizard-like hunter then angrily rammed into the veteran’s stomach with such force it instantly forced the air out of her lungs and caused her to fire at a nearby tree before the blaster once again slipped off her hand.
 
 
The impact was so hard it sent Katina flying back over a few feet before her body hit the ground, eliciting a painful groan from the veteran as her head made contact with the mossy soil.
 
 
The Lemurian, on his end, managed to remain unfazed by his own attack thanks to his robust skull, and even if it had left him slightly dazed, it would not be long until he regained his senses.
Standing back up on his hind legs, he glanced over his female opponent, who was now knocked out.
Feeling himself drooling at the sight of her motionless, luscious body, the hunter refrained from roaring in victory, out of legitimate concern that his display of triumph would attract potential contenders that would steal his much-deserved meal.
 
 
Rather, he let out a soft, low-pitched hiss before eagerly running his tongue on his scaly lips and scanning the area with his eyes to further ensure no competitors were in immediate vicinity.
Having taken note of the gun between him and his knocked-out adversary and realizing she would attempt to reach for it if she miraculously woke up, the hunter proceeded to violently slam his foot on the weapon, putting all his weight in the stomp and effectively crushing it in the process.
 
 
With the blaster now damaged beyond repair and therefore completely useless, the Lemurian kneeled before grabbing a hold of Katina’s legs, easily pinning them together with his hands before opening his awaiting mouth.
The much-awaited time to feast had come for him, and under no circumstance would the hunter waste any second.
Not a single atom of hesitation seeped into his primal mind, driven by his equally primal desire to conquer the veteran’s body and claim it as food, as he pulled Katina’s legs, soon getting her armored feet acquainted with his awaiting maw, which soon closed
 
 
Once Katina’s feet were tightly secured within his jaws, the reptilian hunter took his hands off her legs before positioning himself on all fours in a similar fashion to the lizards found on planet Earth and began biting softly onto her armored boots before running his tongue onto them.
While the metallic taste was far from something he really enjoyed, the Lemurian was so peckish he did not even care at this point.
Besides, having already tasted her arm in an earlier encounter despite said arm sporting a gauntlet, he knew exactly how divine his prey tasted beneath the armor, even through the tight-fitting fabric of her bodysuit.
Not to mention his saliva containing a potent molecule that vividly reacted upon contact with metal alloys, which meant the veteran’s armored boots would not have much longer until they outlived their usefulness.
 
 
Biting softly, the Lemurian soon had his first peristaltic response, pulling the unconscious woman’s feet into the tight confines of his throat while he slowly but steadily trailed over her armored shins.
While the bites were far from painful thanks to the armor plating shielding her muscular shins, each one of them, combined with some small inward-curved hooks on his rictus, contributed to pulling the woman deeper as he advanced in a frighteningly similar fashion to snakes, slightly unhinging his jaws as he prepared himself to handle more of the woman’s plentiful curves.
 
 
Before long, another couple gulps sent Katina’s legs deeper, causing her calves to start bulging his throat out as his snout already reached her knees, which also began vanishing past his scaly lips while he proceeded to run his tongue under and between her thick, muscular thighs, sampling more of her taste through the fabric that formed a barely efficient shield of some sorts.
 
 
Of course, the fact the Lemurian repeatedly licked the veteran’s inner thighs revealed their sensitivity, for each run of the tongue over them caused her to let out soft, barely audible gasps.
Having unhinged his lower jaw, he then began working his way up her luscious, muscular thighs before using his entire mouth to tenderize and fondle them, eliciting an increasing amount of gasps from the veteran’s lips.
 
 
“H-Hmmm…” Katina mumbled, beginning to stir as each bite an lick performed by the predator caused shivers to zap all the way through her spine.
After another couple bites, the veteran began opening her eyes, though her vision was somewhat blurry as she woke up.
 
 
“Ooooh… My head…” She groaned, squinting as her head slightly hurt while she then tried to flip over to the side, only to register she had slightly more trouble doing so, “Huuuh ? What’s happening ?”.
Regaining her senses, the brown-haired commando already grew perplexed regarding the reason she had trouble even flipping to her sides, scanning the area with her eyes as she felt her vision clearing back to normal.
 
 
Soon enough, Katina’s brain registered the moist sensation around her lower legs, causing her to take a glance at where the sensation came from.
From that point on, the veteran froze in shock as she was met with the sight of the same Lemurian having started to eat her from the feet up, already reaching her thighs and, if she didn’t do anything, her hips would be next to be pulled in.
 
 
“Oh, I do not think so, buddy !” She exclaimed, soon putting her hands on his blunt snout in an attempt to pry his jaws off her and pull herself free, which was easier said than done, considering her lower legs were already in his throat and the hooked rictuses helped him keep a good grip as he was trying to scarf her down.
Seeing her attempts to push him off were inefficient, the veteran then clenched her fists and began hammering his snout, hitting as hard as she could, only to realize her effort was all in vain.
 
 
“Damn it, this is not good, at this rate, I’ll be done for.” Katina thought, feeling her heart rate increasing by the minute.
For the first time in years, she was scared of the outcome of her solo mission and cursed her own pride, which had stemmed from constantly achieving her missions with great success and emerging victorious from fights against creatures that would have made short work of her during her career’s early days.
The scarier part was not so much the fact she was currently being eaten alive.
If anything, she somewhat expected the reptilian hunter to do so.
But the fact he had relentlessly been pursuing her over the course of two days was more than enough to put her bravery in question, sometimes having been lured into a false sense of security whenever she didn’t see him follow her, which allowed the hunter to gain in on her every single time.
Worst part was, one of her weapons had been destroyed, and her already damaged Mini-Sat did not allow her to call for help, thus truly leaving her to face her predicament on her own.
 
 
Fortunately for her, as fear was starting to overwhelm her, it also triggered her sense of self-preservation, encouraging her to use anything to keep her devourer from progressing any further and potentially escape, or at the very least slow him down.
It was at this moment she recalled she had a combat knife in her left thigh pocket.
Though she was hardly convinced the blade would work in her favor, Katina knew she had to try anything and seized the chance, pulling the knife out before swiftly swinging it at the Lemurian’s right side of his face.
 
 
Barely having time to make good use of his nictitating membrane and close his right eye, the reptilian juggernaut felt the serrated blade slice through his skin across the right side of his head and nearly brush past the protective membrane shielding his eyeball.
 
 
The sensation of having been slashed that badly proved painful enough for the barbarian hunter to actually gag in pain, his esophagus not only loosening around his prey’s legs but also propelling them back up as he was forced to let go.
Seeing the opportunity, Katina then pushed on the creature’s snout and pulled at the ground before finally dealing another kick on the Lemurian’s face, further hurting him as copper-rich, blue blood leaked from the newly-opened wound.
 
 
Wiping the blood off her blade, the veteran then wasted no time and dashed away from the clearing, a new spike of adrenaline rush flowing through her veins and allowing her to run as fast as possible, not caring about her armored boots, which had been covered in saliva and slowly corroding away.
As long as she managed to escape and stay the hell away from the predator, nothing else mattered at this point…
 
 
DAY 3, Evening
 
 
Sitting across a fire she had just lit, Katina anxiously scanned every corner of the area she was in, checking whether the Lemurian she had since then nicknamed Scarface was not in immediate vicinity, knowing damn well the latter spent the remainder of the previous day and this one chasing her with unyielding resolve.
 
 
Letting out a deep sigh in an effort to reassure herself, even after being safe with the knowledge he would have trouble catching up after the veteran led him into a fight against what looked like a six-legged leopard an hour earlier, she then opened the lid of her armored gauntlet on her left arm and began recording yet another log to report on her current situation.
 
 
“Katina [REDACTED]’s log. Entry number 038.
 
 
The third day on this cursed rock has ended, and for the first time in my life, I have the dreadful feeling I won’t get to see the next few days.
Hell, I am not even certain I will survive tonight, and even if I do, all I know is that the game of cat and mouse to which I have been subjected for the last three days is far from over and won’t cease unless one of these options occurs.
First one, Scarface grows tired of chasing me around and goes after something else.
Second option, I take his life with a few well-placed shots.
Third, and most frightening option, that savage brute gets to eat the prey I have just become.
 
 
Honestly, I really have a hard time believing the first option should not be ruled out.
Wherever I go, he follows. Whenever I stop running, he gains in on me not long after.
So far, my only means of distancing him consisted in me losing the armored boots he damaged with his saliva when he tried to eat me yesterday, my knife, my Mini-Sat, even and my holster.
Now, all I have left is my blaster.
 
 
An hour ago, I managed to lose him after luring him into fighting a Pouncer, a six-legged creature whose morphology seems to resemble big cats on our Homeworld, and while it definitely slowed him down, Lord knows until he catches up.
 
 
I hope not. I do not know how much longer I can keep going.
Even when I manage to rest and nap, I’m starting to have nightmares about this fucker sneaking from every conceivable direction.
 
In case this is my last recorded entry, the drive where all my logs are stored is under a rock in the Titan’s Pathway, around fifteen miles west of the Gardens of Acheron.
 
 
Katina, Out.”.
 
 
Having finished her recording, the woman extracted the USB drive from the portable computer in her gauntlet and placed it under a small rock, in a hole deep enough to avoid having the device crushed in the process.
The veteran then sat back down on the dead tree, holding her remaining blaster very close and readying herself to make good use of it, all while attempting to take deep breaths as her heart was racing.
As a matter of fact, Katina was on the brink of panic, her mental health having been seriously challenged after being chased for so long, not to mention the nightmares she had every time she took a short nap, leading her to try and stay awake for as long as possible that night, out of fear that her nightmares would come true.
 
 
However, nearly being eaten was not even the worst thing that could mess with her mind.
If anything, she had grown used to the local fauna and flora trying to make a meal out of her, most often with little to no success, at least not for long.
 
 
Shivers zapped through her spine as she recalled the sensation of having her breasts fondled by hands that felt almost too human for her taste. She even clenched her butt cheeks together as a defensive reflex, her mind replaying the dreadful scenario that transpired the previous day.
The sensations led her to better comprehend what felt so uncanny about the seemingly primitive race to whom Scarface belonged, for they almost looked human in the way they moved, used tools when given the chance and honed their hunting skills in persistently running their prey down.
But the worst prospect was the fact the Lemurian that tracked her was even ready to pursue the assault he perpetrated on her if it meant vanquishing her and making an easier meal out of her.
 
 
The mere thought filled her with a fantastic sense of dread, especially because she wasn’t that much a Jack of all trades.
In fact, she had been so busy spending her time training herself and her cadets, not to mention fighting nasty opponents, she barely really had time to properly forge any intimate experience.
Not that she cared about the others’ opinion on her presumed virginity, which had become a somewhat known fact for which she was far from being mocked.
But to think she could have lost it to a damn lizard, and one that primarily was dead set on catching and making a meal out of her ?
The thought alone was enough to flood her mind with unpleasant feelings of humiliation and shame, for the experience would have meant she was no longer a master of her own choices and body, and it would be a cold day in Hell before she let such parameters come within her range of options.
 
 
“Heh… If I had known it would all come to this, I’d have let this darned squid finish the job…” Katina muttered, trembling in disbelief at her own words and the way she had phrased them.
She already had considered the option when the Lemurian attacked shortly after she had sent the giant land-dwelling cephalopod retreating, but this time, as much as she didn’t like being attacked by the tentacled freak, was now seriously wondering if she had not made the right call.
If anything, she knew deep down she would end up falling prey to one of Tartarus’ gluttonous denizens, and yet, by denying the squid its meal, not only did she delay her inevitable fate but she also ended up prolonging the hunt.
However, night had already fallen, and the poor woman was exhausted, both physically and mentally, to the extent she could not afford to take the risk and go back to where she first encountered the beast.
Moreover, the threat Scarface was posing still loomed upon her and, even though she managed to lose him thanks to a welcome distraction coming in the shape of another animal, the chances she would meet him again on her way back were far too high.
 
 
Eventually, not even a skilled veteran such as Katina could resist the call of Morpheus, her exhaustion having become too much for her to handle at this point.
In spite of her best efforts to stay awake, the veteran felt her eyelids growing heavier with every passing second and let herself slide off the dead trunk before lying down, holding her blaster tightly in the palm of her hand.
 
Staring longingly into the flames, the apprehensive veteran vainly sought comfort in the heat the fire provided as it gnawed its way onto the chunks of wood.
If anything, not only did she hold onto the foolish hope the Lemurian would leave her be, but she also hoped she would not be having one of those vivid nightmares where he now seemed to have taken residence.
 
 
Unbeknownst to her, however, Scarface had just arrived near her location after tracking her down for hours.
Despite sustaining scars and bite marks over his arms, back and face, these wounds were none too significant, nothing that could seriously endanger his health, not in the long run at the very least.
If anything, he had won the fight against his feline adversary and managed to drive it away before resuming his pursuit, managing to track Katina all the way down to this place thanks to the pieces of armory she had dropped in an effort to escape him faster.
 
 
Though the sky was only lit up by the shining, distant stars, the dim light was no issue for the Lemurian.
Thanks to his thermal vision, he was able to pinpoint where Katina exactly was thanks to the fire she lit up tonight, although the heat provided by the flames outmatched her thermal signature, thus compelling him to come closer.
Besides, even if he was warm-blooded, Scarface was still reptilian in nature, and therefore not one to deny himself some good heat source whenever it was available.
 
 
Looking around to ensure there were no direct competitors within his immediate vicinity, the reptilian hunter went on all fours, taking advantage of the long grass as he stealthily made his way to the campfire before licking his lips in delight.
The closer he came to the fire, the easier it became for him to distinguish Katina’s heat signature from the flames, thus filling him with an intense sensation of eagerness at the thought of finally claiming her.
 
 
As he stepped close, he was finally reaching his much-awaited reward.
Maybe his three-day long hunt would finally pay off…
 
 
Katina was lying on the ground before his very eyes, her voluptuous frame tightly wrapped in her black bodysuit, which barely could contain her ridiculously large breasts and her equally thick thighs and rump.
Her chest rose and fell with every breath at a slower rate, further confirming she was asleep, although her face was displaying an uneasy expression, which betrayed the fact she was not exactly having the best dreams so far.
 
 
While he salivated at the sight and felt his mind getting flooded with eagerness at the sole thought of claiming the veteran’s luscious body and sampling the lingering taste she radiated, Scarface sensed something was not completely right.
In fact, seeing that woman perfectly asleep and practically laying on a silver plate felt too good to be true.
 
 
If anything, he had caught a glimpse of the woman’s hand holding her remaining blaster close to her.
Knowing she would make good use of it to fend him off, the Lemurian decided he would act as quickly as possible to prevent such an occurrence from happening.
However, after a few steps closer towards his prized goal, Scarface stopped straight in his tracks after his ears registered something cracking under his three-digit foot.
 
 
Looking down to see he had stepped on a wooden branch, the hunter grunted in mild frustration at the thought of having his cover blown by a stupid piece of wood, just before a reddish light flashed and hit his metal shoulder pauldron, forcing him onto one of his knees as the hit was hard enough to actually push him back.
 
 
Taken aback, the reptilian fiend shifted his gaze back to Katina, who was now awake once again and panting heavily, seemingly having had a nightmare not too long ago.
As a matter of fact, amidst her nightmare, her ears registered the sound of the branch snapping clean under her pursuer’s foot, prompting her to wake up for it felt almost too damn real to merely be part of the bad dream she was experiencing.
 
 
“You… Back the fuck off !” Katina shouted, having gotten on one of her elbows while aiming straight at the Lemurian, threatening to shoot him.
However, the state of pure, atavistic fear she found herself in prompted her body to quake while her heart rate was starting to spike its way through the roof.
 
 
Tilting his head to the side and flicking his tongue, Scarface analyzed his opponent’s every move and quickly deduced the once-collected, professional veteran’s facade was finally collapsing, revealing little more than a panicked woman fearing for her very existence.
 
 
“I said… BACK THE FUCK AWAY !!” The brunette yelled as she fired another bolt at her reptilian adversary, only for the latter to rapidly dodge before using his muscular legs to propel himself towards her, much to her dread.
 
 
Knowing she would be doomed if she stayed in the same spot, Katina then proceeded to try and get up in spite of her clear exhaustion, only managing to get back on one knee before the massive Lemurian landed limbs first onto her, almost like one of those carnivorous creatures hailing from a largely distant past.
“UNF !” The veteran groaned as the monster landed right on top of her, tackling her back to the ground, the impact also causing her to lose her grip on the blaster, which was now sent flying a few feet away from both predator and prey.
 
 
“Shit ! My blaster ! This is not good…” Katina thought to herself, groaning in pain from having been violently tackled and firmly pinned to the ground by the reptilian fiend standing on top of her while he triumphantly growled.
Having quickly registered she had just lost her grip on her last remaining weapon, the woman began thrashing frantically in hopes to pry her attacker off her, although the task proved pretty difficult considering how exhausted she was from endlessly running over the course of three days, not to mention his feet firmly pinned her legs to the ground while his clawed hands held her shoulders in place, further complicating things for the unfortunate woman, “I’d better keep up and get him off, lest my journey ends here !”.
 
 
Managing to keep Katina in place, Scarface triumphantly growled and began lowering his head close to hers, slightly splitting his jaws open in the process.
By that point, all the veteran could do was turn her head away and close her eyes, now starting to quake with fright at the sole thought of whatever the monster had in store for her.
A shiver then traveled all the way through her spine as her mind registered the none too pleasant sensation of having the Lemurian’s tongue run all over her left cheek, causing her to frown in utter disgust.
 
 
Leisurely licking the woman’s face, the hunter growled eagerly as he sampled more of her exquisite taste every time he ran his tongue over her face.
Such a taste was also amplified by the overwhelming sense of terror the poor lady was currently feeling, further triggering his predatory instincts, as well as some semblance of sadistic pleasure.
As a matter of fact, he enjoyed breaking Katina’s once-indomitable spirit and willpower as he relentlessly chased her over the course of three consecutive days, and it would be a cold day in Hell when he stopped, much to the brunette’s horror.
 
 
Groaning in disgust with every lick, the woman could only tremble and endure, starting to wonder whether the Lemurian would put an end to her torment…
 
 
In an unexpected turn of events, Scarface then proceeded to loosen his grip on her shoulders and lifted his feet off the woman’s legs, seemingly persuaded Katina no longer had enough strength to put up any semblance of resistance for when the real fun would begin.
 
 
“N-now’s my chance !” Katina thought, soon flipping onto her belly as she saw what seemed like one last opportunity to escape and potentially kill Scarface, one chance she knew she could not afford to miss.
The veteran proceeded to crawl as quickly as she could, not once turning her back to look at her opponent as she was reaching towards her last means of salvation, “I’m almost there-”.
 
 
Unfortunately, just as her fingers were brushing past her blaster, Katina froze in dread as she was then met with the none-too-pleasant sensation of having her legs once again being grabbed.
Looking over her shoulder, the veteran was met with the sight of Scarface having made good use of his reptilian hands, pinning her legs together and promptly starting to pull her backwards.
 
 
“Shit ! This is really bad !” the brunette exclaimed, frantically wriggling and attempting to anchor herself onto anything as she was being dragged away from her only means of salvation, clawing futilely at the ground in the process.
Digging her fingers into the soil, she then grabbed a fistful of dirt before attempting to flip over to the side and throw said fistful of dirt at the undeterred creature’s face in a vain effort to free herself from his staggeringly strong grip.
 
 
Unfazed, Scarface simply squinted to protect his eyes, momentarily shielding them with nictitating membranes out of anticipation.
He then let out a low-pitched, guttural rumble, almost expressing some semblance of respect for his soon-to-be meal, having taken note of how willing she was to use anything for her own survival.
Not that it mattered now, for she was still weary from the chase and completely disarmed, her weariness preventing her from putting up significant resistance against her awaited fate.
 
 
Before long, the veteran widened her eyes with horror upon feeling her feet once again getting forcefully acquainted with Scarface’s mouth, which firmly slammed onto her ankles before his bluish tongue ran onto them, promptly covering them in saliva.
At this point, the Lemurian was completely familiarized with Katina’s lingering taste, having already attempted to eat her many times.
But tonight was largely different, for the woman’s legs were no longer protected by the armored boots she previously wore before they sustained damage from his semi-acidic saliva, and her bodysuit was the only thing left to provide protection against her predator’s greedy maw.
 
 
“No way ! This cannot be happening !” Katina exclaimed, largely in denial about her current situation.
She refused to believe one second that a skilled veteran with extensive amounts of experience such as her was now propelled all the way to the bottom of the food chain by such a primitive, nigh barbaric hunter whose sole ambition consisted in filling his awaiting stomach with her shapely frame.
Desperate to escape, she scanned the area in search of something she could throw at her aggressor, or at the very least anything that could help slow him down in his attempt to consume her, “I cannot die like this ! I do not want to !”.
 
 
Paying her remarks no heed, the reptilian hunter began advancing, moving his hands up her meaty calves, his thumbs almost landing on her kneecaps and maintaining his firm grip while his jaws trailed over her feet, triggering the first peristaltic response and sending them into the tight confines of his throat.
 
 
“Hey ! You are sorely mistaken if you think I am a sandwich !” The brunette shouted, none too happy with the way her predator was handling her.
Vainly she squirmed, still refusing to go down without a fight, even in spite of her obvious physical fatigue, which she chose to ignore for the sake of her survival, “Let me go !”.
Unfortunately for Katina, the Lemurian was far too focused on the task of making a meal out of her to even listen to her demands, which therefore fell on deaf ears.
Moving his head sideways in a similar fashion to a snake, he steadily slid his maw up her calves and repeatedly nibbled them in the process, taking his sweet time savoring his prey’s divine taste through the tight-fitting fabric.
While the soft biting was nowhere near painful, combined with the tiny hooks on Scarface’s rictuses that helped the lizard-like fiend work his way up the woman’s body, the motion proved sufficient to further pull the latter in despite her best efforts to break the predator’s grip.
 
 
“T-this is not good ! At this rate, I’ll be down in no time !” the veteran mumbled, still attempting to pull herself free from the Lemurian’s jaws, going as far as channeling her strength and momentum in order to propel herself forward with her muscular arms, to no avail, “Dammit !”.
 
 
If anything, her futile efforts to escape her ongoing predicament had significant effect, if not for her thick, juicy rear bouncing back and forth before the predator’s very eyes, further motivating him into pursuing his conquest.
With the brunette’s legs tightly pinned together, Scarface no longer deemed it necessary to use his hands to hold them and let go, soon positioning himself in a quadrupedal stance that only made his likeness to lizards all the more striking.
Not that Katina cared one bit about such trivial details, solely interested in ensuring her escape and survival.
Attempting to move her lower legs, which started bulging the Lemurian’s throat out, she only succeeded in triggering a quicksand effect where she was pulled deeper the more she pointlessly struggled.
 
 
“Come on ! Give it up, you know won’t even get past my thighs !” the commando exclaimed, expressing a fleeting glimmer of defiance as she was met with the sensation of having her knees disappear past the Lemurian’s scaly lips.
Aware of the meaning of Scarface trailing past her kneecaps, Katina began squirming more frantically, even throwing yet another fistful of dirt at her devourer in resourceful yet futile efforts to deter him from progressing any further, “Damn, if only I had my knife with me”.
 
 
Recalling the last time the Lemurian attempted to swallow her, the unfortunate veteran still felt thankful she still had her knife on herself that time.
She knew for sure that, had she not seized the opportunity to draw it, Scarface might very well have made shorter work of her.
 
 
Sadly for the lady, this time was vastly different.
She had lost her knife, one of her blasters was smashed, she no longer had any armor left to protect her, safe for the patch on her left forearm, and to top it off, her only hope of salvation was now out of reach, forcing her to futilely struggle in protest as the reptilian fiend steadily worked his way up her voluptuous thighs, sampling more of her taste with his tongue in the process.
 
 
Seeing her range of options being narrowed down, Katina clenched her fists in frustration as she contemplated using them.
On one hand, having witnessed Scarface withstand direct hits of her guns and ignoring the wound inflicted by her attempt at jamming her blade into his right eye, she was not really sure punching him would have any lasting effect.
On the other hand, considering the extent of her predicament, she knew she still had to try.
After all, anything was good to try if it meant she could survive and force the creature to spit her out.
 
 
However, the woman’s contemplations would soon abruptly come to an end as a short, yet loud moan escaped her lips, causing her eyes to widen in pure shock.
Covering her mouth with one hand, the veteran could not help but feel her cheeks becoming flustered out of utter shame at the thought of having let out such a noise while being eaten.
Registering the disgusting sensation of something wet running against her intimacy, combined with some pressure exerted upon her butt cheeks, Katina then proceeded to look over her shoulder, only to be met with the sight of Scarface having made significant progress in his ravenous conquest.
 
 
Everything became clear in the commando veteran’s mind.
Scarface had successfully conquered her thighs and had just reached her child-bearing hips, his jaws having widened in an attempt to try and start overcoming the first roadblock, which turned out to be none other than her bountiful ass, which was being squished by the Lemurian’s upper jaw.
To make matters worse, he was also running his tongue against her private part in a bid to diminish her chances of resisting, the fabric of her bodysuit being the only thing that kept the fleshy appendage from making contact with her sensitive groin.
What made it worse was the fact he seemed to know exactly how to handle that specific area.
 
 
“What the fuck do you think you are doing ?!” Katina exclaimed as denial now turned into anger, clenching her teeth in order to avoid emitting any lewd sound against her will as the monster kept using his tongue to assault her.
Having spent years forging such a strong and attractive body, the veteran took great pride in taking great care of it, knowing how much it helped her motivate the few males serving aboard the USS Bellona and become the formidable leader she was until this day.
Therefore, it sat none too well for her big butt to be fondled and her intimacy to be so carelessly toyed with, “Now that does it !”.
 
 
“LET GO OF ME, BASTARD !” She added, wrathfully roaring as she slightly shifted to her side before repeatedly slamming her fists onto the Lemurian’s snout, even aiming at the latter’s nostrils in a bid to force him to let her back out, “I WON’T BE YOUR FOOD, MUCH LESS YOUR GUT SLUT !”.
 
 
Ignoring his prey’s angry words and repeated punches, Scarface simply kept enjoying the sweet taste radiating from her, not caring whether or not her smooth skin was shielded by the tight fabric that covered most of her body.
Rippling onto her hips, the hooked rictuses helped the fiend further envelop her plentiful butt, all while his jaws repeatedly kept fondling it, each impact slowly but steadily pulling the angry woman deeper into his digestive tract.
 
 
“AND KEEP YOUR DAMN TONGUE OFF ! PRIVATE PROPERTY !” Katina added, squirming frantically and slamming her fists onto the monster’s snout all while trying her best not to let out any sound that would give him the impression she liked it when it clearly was nowhere near the case.
Determined to stop, or at least slow down her predator’s progress, the displeased veteran proceeded to place her hands onto his lower jaw, now focusing her strength on trying to pull herself out, momentarily putting both predator and prey in a stalemate and hoping it would last long enough for her to gain leverage and actually succeed in her endeavor, “DAMN YOU MONSTER !”.
 
 
For minutes that felt like hours, Katina kept pushing as hard as she could onto the Lemurian’s lower jaw, still attempting her best to haul herself out of the predator’s ravenous maw.
However, a bunch of factors made it easier said than done, from the repeated impacts Scarface’s upper jaw made onto her booty to the tongue still rubbing that sensitive area of hers, not to mention the fact her own arms began trembling as a result of using up so much strength and energy.
Having registered the latter sensation, the veteran sometimes folded her arms before tensing them up once again, hoping her strength would not falter, for if it did, it would be game over for her, and it would be a cold day in Hell when she let that happen.
Again, it was easier said than done as she also had to keep in mind not to let out any lewd noise while enduring the violation she was currently going through.
 
 
Unfortunately for the former leader, her weariness got the better of her, resulting in her strength faltering.
Her right hand ultimately slipped past the Lemurian’s scaly lips, soon followed by the left one, much to her horror.
To make matters worse, having grown tired of having his prey still attempting to fight back, Scarface then proceeded to slightly rear up and use his hands to properly pin the woman’s arms to her sides, thus effectively trapping her while biting onto her booty.
 
 
“No ! T-this is n-ngh- not good !” She exclaimed, looking on in horror as she felt her arms being forced to her sides while trying her best not to moan from having her intimacy licked and her buns fondled by the hunter’s upper jaw.
Every single hair started going on its end as it dawned upon Katina that she was now completely trapped, therefore unable to escape without exterior help that would never come soon enough to rescue her in time, her strength being no match for her predator.
 
 
Without any weapon left to use and unable to hoist her arms out of Scarface’s maw, the veteran could only squirm helplessly as her rear and intimacy were savored against her will, only for those body parts to slowly sink deeper, with the fiend’s tongue momentarily pausing the assault she was forced to endure and starting to undulate underneath her, each ripple slowly sending her backward while her succulent ass kept being chewed upon, every bite sending jolts that caused the poor lady to spasm as her struggling unintentionally helped the monster lubricate her rear.
 
 
After spending a few more endless minutes chewing onto Katina’s bountiful butt, Scarface proceeded to widen his jaws and took a couple more bites before finally swallowing her luscious hips, a disgusting squelch reaching the veteran’s ears as it indicated her ass had just entered the tight confines of his throat, much to her fright.
 
 
“No no no… This is not good…” the brunette thought to herself, now finally displaying intense dread as she was hit with the grim realization her huge breasts were now Scarface’s next objective.
After all, given how he ended up conquering the woman’s thick rump, there was little to no doubt he would not have much trouble, if any, scarfing her large milkers down, and that thought alone was more than enough to fill her with terror, for she knew if he got past them, she would be done for, “I gotta think of something, quick !!”
 
Gritting her teeth in a bid to ignore the shivers traveling through her spine thanks to the throat muscles kneading her lower body in a rhythmical manner, the poor woman kept wiggling, hoping she would find proper leverage with her feet, although the constant pulsations made it hard for her to find some spot where she could anchor her feet without them slipping back with every feeble attempt.
 
 
“Wait ! Wait ! Please, don’t eat me ! I swear I’m not even the best morsel around !” She begged, sighing in despair and disbelief upon hearing herself beg for her life, knowing she normally would never bring herself to such an action, which she always viewed as admitting her weakness.
However, with the use of weapons now being out of the question, bargaining was pretty much the last option she had if she wanted to survive the encounter and put an end to the dreadful predicament she was going through, “I-I know tastier ladies if that’s what you want !”
 
 
“L-look, buddy, if you let me go, I’ll fetch that Huntress… Or this air-headed drifter…” The woman added, trying to negotiate with the voracious hunter in hopes he even understood the deal she tried to make with him.
Unfortunately for her, Scarface’s resolve remained steadfast, and he was still hell-bent on sending Katina down his stomach, where he felt she belonged most, much to her unyielding panic, “Hell, I could even give you those cadets of mine or the space pirates we arrested last week !”.
 
 
Never had Katina felt so ashamed of herself.
Once a proud warrior, here she was, readily offering to feed her friends and teammates to him in exchange for her life, renouncing whatever semblance of dignity she had left for her own selfish survival desires.
If there even was anything positive about her current situation, it sure was the fact her communications were off and broken.
At least, nobody would hear her trying to betray the Bellona crew in a desperate bid to escape with her own life. And if they did, while most would definitely suspect there was something wrong going on, knowing it was not in her nature to be that unfaithful towards others, it would be a pretty long time until they forgave her.
 
 
Having never seen any of the women the veteran had mentioned, Scarface simply huffed in response, out of sheer indifference.
He did not care one bit about her pathetic, half-hearted betrayal.
All that mattered to him was that he filled his belly with the woman he had in his grasp, slowly trailing over her midriff without much difficulty, lubricating her waist with his undulating tongue.
 
 
“W-wait ! If you’re not interested in other food items, h-how about intercourse ?” Katina questioned, attempting to negotiate new terms upon taking note of Scarface’s apparent lack of interest in her initial proposal and recalling how she ended up having been fondled and forced to endure a buttjob when he tried to eat her with the helmet on before it ultimately broke.
Considering how unpleasant this experience had been, it was wise to assume she didn’t really want to initiate sex with her devourer, only proposing such an alternative as a means of survival, at the cost of her dignity.
Though, at this point, wanting to break free from the Lemurian’s unyielding mouth, she was desperate enough to offer him sexual relief, even if it meant having to live with losing her virginity to a barbaric member of a semi-sapient, primitive civilization, “I’ll do anything you want ! I’ll let you use my ass, I can suck your dick ! Just release me in exchange, what do you say ?”.
 
 
Although she was not exactly sincere about wanting to uphold such promises, part of her foolishly hoped the predator would at least acknowledge the deal she was trying to make, considering how fast her number of available options dwindled with each passing second.
 
 
Unfortunately, Scarface’s response visibly remained the same, an indifferent grunt reaching Katina’s ears as he kept nibbling and trailing dangerously closer to her generous breasts.
Having been wounded by the veteran, the Lemurian was unlikely to accept such a tempting offer, mostly because he was still somewhat mad at her and decided she had to pay with her life.
Besides, even if he did, he knew for a fact his primal urge to eat would get the better of him afterwards.
Either way, all he cared about was filling his belly after spending three days hunting Katina down, and he would be goddamned if he didn’t after relentlessly tracking her down and repeatedly attempting to consume her.
 
 
“Hold on… Has this offer just been rejected as well ?” the veteran thought, her eyes widened as her mind processed her predator’s answer to her futile negotiation attempts.
The woman’s heart then sank as she was hit with the realization she had now run out of options.
Her communication devices were broken, thus reducing the chances of the Bellona’s crew intervening to zero.
She no longer had much armor, weapons, her arms were trapped to her sides, thus preventing her from even thinking about punching and pushing her way out.
She was starting to be really deep in the Lemurian’s mouth, her huge breasts having become the much-dreaded point of no return.
And now, she found out the hard way that negotiations did not work on Scarface, further cementing her already strong belief Lemurians could hardly be reasoned with in the first place.
For crying out loud, she attempted to offer her own friends and teammates and even went as far as offering sexual favors in exchange for her life, and neither proposal worked.
 
 
For the first time, Katina was now feeling depressed.
She had tried everything and nothing worked, and all she could do now was watch helplessly as Scarface began widening his jaws in an effort to start conquering the huge mounds of flesh and fat ornamenting her torso.
 
 
“Why ? Of all the people… It had to be me…” the veteran mumbled in a dejected tone, now little more than the shadow of the proud warrior she once was.
Soon enough, her squirming slowed down, not only as a result of exhaustion taking its toll on her luscious body, but also because her last shreds of hope had been extinguished, causing the woman to lose her will to fight back against what was now a hundred percent inevitable.
 
 
With too little energy left in her, Katina somberly reflected on her life, all the way up to this fateful moment.
Many years had she spent as one of, if not, the best operatives, constantly surviving the odds, slaying any monsters that stood in her way, saving and leading her teammates towards success on a systematic basis.
 
 
“Good Lord… What was this all for ?” she murmured, sighing in a depressing tone as she began wondering if she had not been wasting her life all along, having spent it mocking danger.
Yet, here she was, now in dire danger of becoming food for a god-forsaken lizard who behaved like a caveman.
 
 
However, she could not bring herself to care anymore.
The veteran did not even bother caring about the way her lower body was getting kneaded by the relentlessly quivering walls of flesh forming the tight confines of Scarface’s esophagus.
Lowering her head, she silently observed as the Lemurian began pressing his lower jaw onto her boobs, having arrived at the final roadblock, the only one left standing in the ravenous task of conquering her shapely frame.
Her brain also registered the disgusting sensation of the hunter’s warm tongue running against her bountiful chest as her predator bid his precious time enjoying the flavor to the fullest extent.
 
 
If anything, her sole consolation was the fact nobody was there to witness her final humiliation.
 
 
“You know what ? You win…” The veteran spoke up, sighing as she conceded that Scarface had triumphed, having pushed her body and mind way past their limits, to the point of exhaustion.
By that point, she did not bother trying to struggle any longer, knowing it would only serve in delaying the inevitable, “Just finish the job…”.
 
 
Instead, she simply relaxed every muscle in her body, letting the throat muscles undulate around and against her, every pulsation sending jolts through her spine while her predator began chewing onto her huge breasts, coating them with saliva as well thanks to his tongue in the process, eliciting quiet gasps that betrayed how sensitive her tits turned out to be.
“Alright, Kat’... Just let him finish what he started… It will all be over soon.” Katina mumbled to herself, staying as still as she could despite experiencing shivers, which traveled through her spine as Scarface kept groping her with his lower jaw, every single impact slowly but steadily enveloping the massive udders she sported within his greedy mouth.
However, considering how sensitive they were, it had become fairly difficult holding back any noise in response, leading her to release quiet gasps in the process.
Besides, it seemed like relaxing her body led to a consequence she did not quite expect, one that came in the form of a warm sensation within her nether, “Hold on, what ?”.
 
 
“D-don’t tell me…” The depressed veteran added, clearly drowning in her own confusion as her mind registered the developing heat within her groin.
Having rid her body of less than desirable waste shortly after setting up the campfire, she quickly ruled out the possibility of her bladder expelling any liquid waste and soon came to the conclusion the heat came exactly from her intimacy.
For a moment, she began to wonder how it was even possible for her body to react in such a way, especially considering she spent three days fighting against her current ordeal.
She knew for sure she should not feel this way and what further added to the frustration was the fact she could not come up with any other rational explanation than nervous responses, “Oh joy… Now I’m being betrayed by my own body. At least, nobody is there to see this…”.
 
 
As a matter of fact, the constant pulsations from Scarface’s esophagus over Katina’s lower body, combined with the pressure his jaws exerted on her ridiculously large breasts and the slimy tongue running over them all contributed to elicit nervous responses that could be expected from a woman whose body was giving into arousal.
And if the fact she began unconsciously bucking her hips against her predator’s esophagus was of any indication in a bid to ease down the heat that was building up within her, it was exactly what was happening.
Her body was now moving on its own, any rational thought no longer in control of the situation, assuming it even was in the first place.
 
All while being groped by the Lemurian’s jaws, Katina instictively began moving her hand between her thighs, now hit with the sensation her intimacy itched, eagerly craving relief.
Panting heavily, the veteran then closed her eyes in a bid to relax while starting to run circles with her fingers over her private part, sending shivers zapping through her entire body with every caress.
In a desperate effort to rationalize her actions, she attempted to internally convince herself she was only doing it to reappropriate her own body after having felt violated when her devourer was using his jaws and tongue to toy with her hips, rather than giving into pent up feelings of lust.
Katina did not want to like it, not for one second, but not only was she too exhausted to fight off her own primal, carnal urges, but with her spirit and will to fight having been broken beyond repair, it was not like she had any other options left.
 
 
“Haaa… F-fuck… I should not like this…” she muttered between a few gasps, her hand still caressing her own privacy while her hips began gyrating on her own as a result of the overwhelming stimulus caused by the tight confines of Scarface’s throat.
The veteran silently lamented over how she got demoted from being a skilled soldier to a panicked mess, all the way down to nothing more than a huge slab of meat that was meant to fill a reptilian creature’s stomach.
Worse, her body was acting like she wanted it to happen.
On one hand, her broken mind was still somewhat skeptical on whether she should act the way she did.
On the other, if it meant she would avoid being bombarded with pain in the long run, then maybe fully surrendering to her predicament was the better alternative, “Oh well… I guess I might just as well make the most of it, then…”
 
 
Running her hand more intensely on her groin, Katina proceeded to wiggle once again, this time out of newfound arousal, further stimulating Scarface into biting harder into her huge rack in a bid to completely fit them in.
While the pressure on the veteran’s tits increased, it was in no way painful but every time the lower jaw slammed into her chest, jolts of arousal zapped through her body, causing her to spasm and let out soft, low-pitched moans.
 
 
While it was clear the Lemurian noticed the change in Katina’s attitude, a change that resulted from her mind having been pushed way past her boundaries, he did not care whether she was starting to like it or not.
All that ever mattered to him was to send this huge chunk of meat down his gullet.
At most, having his prey turn into a total gut slut would only be a bonus for him.
 
 
Eventually, after a few minutes, bobbing his head back and forth and raising his head to aid himself with gravity, Scarface managed to completely engulf the brunette’s magnificent, lubricated breasts, emitting a loud gulp as they rapidly began bulging his throat outwards, eliciting further moans from his prey as his esophagus began bombarding said jugs with relentless pulsations.
 
 
With her chest having been completely conquered, Katina quickly figured out the next few slams of her predator’s jaws would be the last she would ever hear.
But she couldn't care less at this point, her broken mind being focused on indulging into her carnal cravings, the heat that was building up inside her now about to implode.
“O-ooh fuck… I’m getting close… Ah ! Almost !” She exclaimed, now frantically rubbing her hand on her nether and sensually squirming, stimulating her devourer’s esophagus into further pressing and undulating around her body until the relentless quivering combined with her masturbating gestures proved more than she could handle.
 
 
“AAAAAAHHHHHNNN !~” the veteran shouted, moaning loudly in ecstasy as the heat within her imploded, resulting in the most intense orgasm she ever had in her entire life, her body violently seizing up in the process as her pussy expelled fluids through her bodysuit.
Blissfully going limp from pleasure and exhaustion, she made no move to resist as Scarface began curling his tongue around her head as he prepared to finish the job, “Y-yes… Swallow me…”
 
 
Assuming the Lemurian could even understand what she said, he did not need her to ask him twice, promptly sealing his jaws shut on her head and pushing it with his slimy tongue.
 
 
A final, loud gulp echoed in the clearing, thus confirming Katina had now been swallowed whole and completely conquered, much to Scarface’s satisfaction.
Even though Scarface was pretty big for a Lemurian, his meal still proved big enough to completely fit within his esophagus, which rapidly propelled her into her final destination.
Considering how shapely the veteran was, it didn’t take long until she took most of the available space within the gastric chamber, stretching it outwards in the process.
 
 
Appreciating the weight of his now-full gut, the reptilian fiend remained still, letting a belch escape his throat now that Katina’s entrance inside his stomach had displaced the air within.
His eyes then shifted to her blaster, which laid right on the ground a few feet away.
By that point, the weapon and the claw marks marking the distance that separated it from the Lemurian were the only evidence Katina was even there, the rest was now bulging his stomach, pressing against the walls while emitting muffled groans.
 
 
However, having relentlessly pursued his newly-conquered meal, Scarface felt exhausted and decided it was time to get some rest.
He then proceeded to lay down on his side, his belly slightly bouncing with the weight of its meaty occupant.
 
 
- Inside the stomach -
 
 
Having landed inside the predator’s stomach in no time, the veteran was soon forced into a fetal pose.
Too exhausted from the constant running, the earlier struggling and her eventual masturbating session, she did not bother trying to push at the stomach’s merciless walls, not that it would have served any purpose if she was in any better condition at that point.
 
 
Instead, she could only muse in self-derision at how low she went from being one of USS Bellona’s most valuable assets to a depraved chunk of meat while the relentless gastric walls pulsated around her and started coating her with digestive fluids.
 
 
“H-hah… So this is how I, the great Katina, will end up ? Digested alive ?” She murmured, her brain registering the slight tingling sensation from having the first layer of digestive enzymes pour onto her luscious figure.
Of course, she had enough knowledge about how a digestive tract worked to know what would happen to her now that she had been swallowed alive, although her blissful expression somewhat proved enough to convey the fact she had finally come to terms with her impending doom, “So be it…”
 
Now having found closure and made peace with her inability to do anything about her situation, Katina simply relaxed as she let the gastric muscles eagerly caress and slowly tighten around her body as it prepared her for digestion…
 
 
And so, she was digested, pride cometh before the fall…