Dropping onto Planet Vajayjay, I figured it'd be another dead rock. Wrong. The air hit like hot honey, thick with musk that made my cock twitch before my boots even touched the spongy pink ground. Then they appeared, gorgeous alien women with shimmering skin and three massive, heavy tits bouncing free, their hungry eyes locking on me like I was the last meal in the galaxy. They didn't ask. They demanded. "Breed us, warrior." No males left on their world. Just us, me and that smug prick Poal, surrounded by insatiable, triple-breasted goddesses begging to be flooded. One taste, and I knew: I'd never leave these greedy holes empty again.