Red Sea

Primal Life

Jake found himself living a primal, bestial existence, his days consumed by eating, sleeping, and mating. While not outright aggressive at every encounter, the creature still forcibly attempted intercourse. Lacking the strength to resist, Jake was utterly helpless.

Aside from the brute force with which it thrust itself into him whenever the urge struck, the creature was generally kind. As if somehow understanding Jake’s needs, it brought him food at regular intervals and showed him where the bathroom was and how to clean himself.

Naturally, all communication was nonverbal. Constantly reminding himself of his duty, Jake fought to maintain his sanity, becoming accustomed to the creature’s actions. His endurance from harsh military training proved surprisingly helpful in this situation.

The planet’s climate and food clearly disagreed with him. For several days, severe stomach pains left him listless, confined to bed like a sick person. Fortunately, his body gradually adapted, the dizziness subsided, and he could eat without discomfort.

He expected some illness upon landing on a new planet; it was unavoidable. However, a minor issue was that his recovery would have been faster with proper rest, but the creature’s constant harassment prevented that.

Protocol dictated a quarantine period of several days or weeks after landing on a new planet to prevent human pathogens from destroying the ecosystem. This mission was irrevocably flawed from the start; a complete disaster. Jake silently grumbled to himself, wishing he could pay a penalty and just call it a failed mission, accepting the hit to his rating.

Regardless of Jake’s illness, the creature diligently cared for him, teaching him survival skills. As Jake spent more time awake, their face-to-face interactions increased. When the creature dragged him to the inner part of the cave and thrust him into a blazing inferno, Jake could only stand there, dumbfounded. The creature languidly stretched out in the fiery pit, as if enjoying a bath, exhaling deeply. It fixed its gaze on Jake, as if inviting him in, but Jake shook his head, refusing.

Next to the inferno was a hot spring, heated by the fire. The water was scalding enough to cook someone instantly, so Jake carefully drew some out and let it cool before washing. This was possible because the creatures used tools.

Discovering simple tools like bowls, picks, and spears stored in the cave, Jake marveled, gesturing to ask if he could use them. The stone-like creature remained silent. Deciding that the lack of objection meant permission, Jake began using the thinnest bowl.

Everything in the cave was made of stone. Each item, carved from hard rock, was heavy. Still, it was better than nothing, so Jake silently used the stone bowls to cool water for washing. The stone bowls weighed about the same as the dumbbells he used for physical training.

“It seems to mistake me for a mate.”

It wasn’t killing or eating him, keeping him alive for continued sexual activity. The creature clearly made the mistake of perceiving humans as breeding partners. It was absurd, but the most logical explanation.

While the creature’s periodic, violent sexual encounters weren’t pleasant, it wasn’t beheading him or shooting him for disagreement. He decided to endure it for now. There were no other options, and he wanted to avoid provoking a fight.

Looking back, he’d lived in a poverty-stricken slum rife with robbery, extortion, and violence as a child, and endured unseen class discrimination and injustice as an adult. Compared to that, this was nothing. He constantly reminded himself to stay positive and find a compromise. Even humans couldn’t communicate if they didn’t share a language, so there was no need for despair. Life had always been solitary and difficult, he thought, finding a measure of peace in that, though a bitterness remained.

As he dried himself on his bed after washing, the creature approached. Jake, usually taken outside by this time of day, tensed and sat up immediately. Today, however, the creature remained in the cave.

“Krrrr…”

The creature growled again. Its periodic growls seemed to be a form of communication, though Jake couldn’t understand them. It wasn’t language, but a roar; no syllables could be discerned. Climbing onto the bed, the creature wrapped its arms around Jake, pressing its large hands firmly against his lower abdomen.

“What… what are you doing…?”

Jake asked, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer; it was a human habit. The creature persistently pressed and rubbed his well-defined abs, as if checking something, before removing its hands. The creature’s grip was so strong that Jake felt nauseous, his stomach churning, and he bit his lip.

The creature extended its tongue, licking his chest. His faded dog tags still hung around his neck; the creature carefully pushed them aside and ran its tongue down his cleavage. It was strange that it didn’t clothe him but left the small piece of metal untouched; its intentions were completely opaque to Jake.

Its smooth, firm muscles, untouched by the sun, explored his pale skin. Living only in the cave, his jungle-tanned skin was returning to its original color. The creature’s hot tongue traced over minor scratches and training wounds, causing a tingling sensation. His skin was naturally sensitive, but the creature’s tongue was sticky and hot, making the sensation even stranger.

“I… I just washed… stop…”

Whether a request to cease its actions after a bath would work on a creature that didn’t seem to sweat was questionable. His fear wasn’t simply of something large and forceful entering his body and filling him with hot fluid. Jake felt his body slowly becoming accustomed to “it.” Immediately after the crash landing, the pain had rendered him unconscious, only fleeting moments of awareness before someone abruptly cut him off into darkness. Lately, however, he’d been able to endure the creature’s actions almost to the end without fainting. Human adaptability was terrifying.

The creature, holding Jake from behind, squeezed one breast with its tongue while its hands moved lower, gripping his round buttocks. His elastic buttocks, overflowing in its grasp, stretched and parted. The rough handling elicited a soft moan. The throbbing pain from previous encounters hadn’t subsided, and the creature’s rough handling of his lower body sent a sharp ache up his spine.

“It hurts! Gently, please, gently…”

Jake pleaded for gentler treatment, a monologue into the void. The creature communicated in a way vastly different from humans; understanding its thoughts and intentions was impossible.

The six hands holding and caressing him, and the genitalia emerging from its split abdomen, were always shocking. The organ, completely red and glistening with a clear fluid, was hot from being inside its body.

The creature began inserting its organ into the hole it had repeatedly violated, spreading Jake’s white, round buttocks. Unlike a human’s, it was smooth, thickening towards the base. He wasn’t sure if it had bone, but it was definitely a fleshy organ with muscles and blood vessels visible beneath the skin. Thick blood vessels protruded along its surface, even pulsing slightly with the creature’s breath. Accepting it was visually and tactilely agonizing.

“K… ah, aaack… ugh…”

The organ was always wet with the unidentified clear fluid, making insertion relatively smooth. However, its sheer size was overwhelming, always pushing his body to its limit. He didn’t care how big it was, but judging by eye, it was far larger than his handspan; at least 30 centimeters. Being impaled by such a massive organ sent shivers down his spine. The creature’s entire body was hot, adding to the heat, but the chill down his spine was inescapable.

“Haah… ha… hu…”

Even with just the insertion, Jake gasped for breath, unable to support himself, leaning against the creature. In this position, the creature always held him, immobilizing his legs and arms to prevent struggling. He thought it excessive, considering he had no strength or ability to escape, and grasped the red arms restraining him. It was one of the creature’s peculiarities. All its black areas were rock-hard, except for the red ones emerging from its interior. The red arms that had burst from its body and the organ from its abdomen were exceptions. The red parts were firm yet soft, like human skin. Except for the occasional growl, it felt like being held and penetrated by a giant human.

And then, the creature’s tongue shattered that illusion. The tongue, a dark reddish-purple, was made of elastic muscle tissue, writhing like a snake, ravaging his body. When it traced from his chest to his earlobe, Jake shuddered. The wet sound was loud, and the hot, soft sensation tickling his ear canal was unbearable.

“Khaack…! Ah, aaahk…”

The creature hadn’t even begun thrusting yet, but the fullness inside him throbbed with even his slight movements, causing Jake to tremble, clinging to the creature’s arms. His fingernails digging into its arms seemed to cause neither pain nor itching.

If the creature released its grip, he would collapse. His legs were completely weak. At this moment, his past achievements—the long marches, even the space voyage—felt utterly useless. Jake’s body was merely a muscular frame for the alien creature to knead. The creature seemed quite pleased, caressing his body, which was soft and elastic rather than fleshy.

“Ah…!”

A sharp cry escaped Jake’s lips. The full penetration brought an unbearable, strange sensation that overturned his entire being. As his breathing quickened from the pressure, the sensations intensified. The slightest tension in his body, tightening around the organ, sent a tingling pleasure through him.

“No… no, this can’t be…”