For Oruk and human females to breed, the female needed to be in a particular biological state of compatibility psychologically and physiologically. “If you say so, I can finally buy that lot back on Piscus 3…”
“Kiddo, you’re 17, not 47, spend it upgrading that piece of shit breastplate to protect those nice titties” he jabbed. The basic understanding was; the more sperm Guk could put inside the teen, the more his DNA would alter her brain, which would in turn create the neuro-natal pathway required for her eggs to match with his sperm.. Their captain Drung-Guk, stood centrally flanked by his four most loyal crew. The captain had not fucked in s long time, and thid tight slave wasn’t helping him last the usual 2-3 hours he could with his homeworld mate. “Sorry kiddo, you have a sweet pussy, and a good head on you, but this is one lesson you’ll never forget; never trust a merc!” he chirped like some kind of casino hot shot.
