The Corruption of Samus Aran - ch.3

Author's Note: Hey everyone! So I'm doing author's notes now because... well, I just decided it'd be a thing I should do for the Patreon peeps (all two of you, currently) who get to see these stories before anyone else. Now, you're also lucky enough to hear me ramble a little bit first!

This chapter, as everything has lately, took me a weirdly long time to get done -- consisting of several days taken up getting the beginning done, switching projects halfway, and then finishing the sex scene all at once. I'm starting to think I put too much lead-up in these stories... and then another part of me keeps insisting that the lead-up is what makes the payoff all worth it. Any thoughts, guys?

Anyway, this is chapter three. The rest of it is on Hentai-Foundry, here, but I'll be uploading all new chapters to Patreon first. Happy fapping!

[futa/futa/futa] [f-to-futa] [anal] [DAP] [double blowjob] [dom/sub]

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The mention of a “sulfur bath” had brought to mind a smell of rotten eggs or possibly some other kind of putrid garbage-fire, but Samus was pleasantly surprised when she finally managed to find the bath Gandrayda had mentioned amongst the iron labyrinth she'd been spirited away to. There was no smell, and Samus could only assume that the source of the bath's heat lay somewhere beneath it – the bottom of the bath itself appeared to be of water-worn stone, smooth on Samus Aran's feet as she slid into the water.

It was soothing in its way, but not enough to take the edge off of her frantic dissatisfaction. She'd been outright left to stew in her own lust by the biomorph who'd kidnaped her, naked and sticky from Gandrayda's multiple climaxes – yet the glorified cock ring remained in place, with Samus herself quite unable to remove it despite an increasingly numerous amount of attempts. Attempts to distract herself from it were more or less fruitless, as even as the warm water washed away the sticky, drying cum that seemed to coat about 60% of her body, its soothing heat registered almost immediately as “erotic” in Samus's sex-addled mind. The parasite – sorry, symbiote – within her had an absolute grasp on her mind and her impulses. Even on the occasion that Samus was able to make her own decisions, which seemed to be rather rare, especially with the way Gandrayda was sexually manipulating her, the symbiote constantly made it presence and desires known, and didn't like taking no for an answer.

Now, the symbiote wanted sex. More sex. Again. Sighing as she slid into the water, Samus squirmed a little, her massive girlcock still pulsating between her legs, aching and unable to go down, imprisoned in its erect state by the combination of the cuff around it and the influence of the entity that had bonded to her. She leaned back, lightly tracing her fingertips across the length of her shaft, shivering as an almost painful pleasure rippled under her skin, her body dying for climax but still being denied. Gandrayda had gone back on her word once, but at the moment Samus wasn't really in a situation to take matters into her own hands – missing her suit, her weapons, and now, even the Paralyzer, she was no match for the jovian assassin. She'd have to play along, at least for the moment.

“Just couldn't wait for me, could you? Such a bad girl, Sammy,” Gandrayda's voice rung out from behind her, echoing off of the closed-off rock and steel cavern that the pool was set into. She was still as naked as she'd been earlier, not bothering with clothes when she knew she wouldn't be needing them in a few moments. She slithered into the pool across from Samus, quickly closing the distance between them to press against the blonde bounty hunter, smirking as she trapped the human woman's rosy, still-throbbing girlcock between their stomachs, rubbing against her a little to make the other girl squirm.

Samus tried to recoil a little, pressing her back against the wall of the pool, deterring Gandrayda not in the slightest. The other girl simply smirked, grabbing her slowly-hardening dick and lifting it, pressing it into Samus's as she squished herself back against the amazonian blonde, their breasts squeezing firmly against each other as the jovian leaned in to nibble lightly at Samus's lip. “Come on, Sammy, don't be coy. We both know that you want to get fucked even more than I want to see you fucked... and most of all, you want that cuff taken off.” She licked her lips lightly, grinning at Samus's sternly reluctant expression and pressing harder into her, slowly sawing her thick, hard cock against the blonde human's. “Why don't you try to convince me to get rid of it? Let you cum?”

“Last time you – nngh – didn't make good on your word. Why should I keep debasing myself for you?”

“That's... actually a pretty good point,” Gandrayda mused, teasing the tip of her pinky gently against the miniscule hole of Samus's massive girlcock, prodding it as if threatening to attempt to penetrate it, but not really able to without a great deal more preparation. “Oh well, have fun,” she grinned, motioning to turn and swim back towards the edge of the pool before Samus reflexively grabbed her shoulder.

“D-don't–!” she murmured, her cheeks flushing a little as she wrapped one leg around Gandrayda's hips, holding her close and smashing their throbbing cocks back against each other, squirming and rubbing gently. “What do you want? My mouth, my... boobs? My asshole again? What do I have to do for you to take it off?”

“Oooh, there's the spirit,” Gandrayda purred, licking Samus's lips playfully and clearly just enjoying the promise of lewdness that she'd managed to coax from the dreaded galactic huntress. “I actually have something special in mind for you – something you can do to prove yourself to me. Prove your... loyalty, so to speak.”

“What do you mean...?” Samus murmured, looking away for a moment before having her chin forcibly tilted forwards again, making her look at Gandrayda's shimmering violet face.

“There's a newcomer on Driandrex. Someone with... potential, probably looking for you. I want you to find her, and I want you to convert her. I want you to make her like us.” Gandrayda's grin widened, her pale eyes shimmering with malicious joy, thrusting forward a little to squish her dick firmly against Samus's, making the blonde squirm and grit her teeth, still doing her best to resist – to resist the symbiote, resist the pleasure coursing through her, resist Gandrayda... sadly, each battle was one that Samus Aran was rapidly losing.

“I... can't. I can't do this to someone else. You're a monster.”

“You can't? Or simply don't want to? Since when is fearsome bounty hunter Samus Aran a goody-two-shoes?” Gandrayda tilted her head to the side slightly, nibbling at Samus's lower lip for a moment and groping one full breast, making the human huntress shudder with pleasure that she was still unable to release. “You've destroyed planets for some credits. Wiped out entire species. Brought organizations to their knees. And you won't corrupt one little bounty hunter? One who's probably out to kill you? Tsk tsk.”

Samus lowered her eyes, stifling a grumble. She was in a tight spot -- literally, as she was pinned against the side of the tub with Gandrayda’s insatiable girlcock grinding into hers -- and if she didn’t do what she was told, it was hard to say when she’d be allowed to cum or how this agonizing erection would eventually affect her. She’d never been all that concerned with being a “goody-two-shoes” until now, either; Gandrayda was right, in that respect.

So, give in to the jovian’s request and add another playmate to the group, for the reward of unspeakable pleasure and a release that she needed so desperately? Or resist, have the newcomer likely converted by Gandrayda anyway, and tormented for who knew how much longer?

“I’ll... I-I’ll do it,” she whispered, her cheeks stained with a deep blush as her round, sensitive breast was groped and pawed at lustfully, the feeling of her captor’s throbbing girldick pulsating against her own driving her to distraction. “I’ll do it, alright! I’ll do it.”

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The Twin Needle settled on the warm, dusty surface of Driandrex, barely making an indentation in the sand with its light weight, slim build, and gravity-defying design. Its pilot drew her goggles up onto her forehead, breathing in deeply through her nostrils and running an atmosphere test. Cleanish, breathable at least. No severe pressure. Should be able to sustain someone of her species easily enough.

Opening the cockpit, Phalla Trax hopped out lightly, her long coat fluttering behind her. Strange that Samus Aran would come to such a place -- it had been cleared of all illegal activity just recently, according to the reports, by Samus herself. So why return if there was nothing left to return to? More importantly, why that curious bulge? What had happened here?

Settling her goggled back down over her vibrant golden eyes, she flicked on their Seeker settings and began to scan the area. A large amount of metal, suggesting some kind of underground settlement. Besides that, a lot of dust. No life forms visible. Had she been led on a wild goose chase? Maybe her instruments were off? Perhaps Samus Aran was just that good, even in a time of duress.

It turned out that Samus was -- just not in the way that Phalla had considered. Huffing slightly and turning back towards her ship for supplies, the last thing she saw before being claimed by unconsciousness was Samus’s bare, shapely figure, a puff of strange white particles, and then a blast from the infamous Paralyzer. Her thin membrane of body armor did its best to protect her from the pulse of energy, but its best was nowhere near sufficient. Perhaps it was a mercy that she could be sent into deep unconsciousness... it would allow her some time to rest, some time to let the symbiote run the course of its... “process”....

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“Unnngh... where... a-am I...” Phalla’s eyes drifted open, trying to pull herself to her hands, slipping and falling back to the cold metal floor. Her goggles had been taken, her coat removed as well, her body now protected only by the skintight, cleavage-displaying second skin that was her undersuit... and it was considerably straining to contain her now. Her entire body was tingling, almost aching, her nipples stiffened and her breasts tender, her backside almost humming with desire, and most notably, the thing that was causing such pressure in her suit....

Now she understood was Samus had been going through. It all seemed to flood into place. The strange bulge, the sudden retreat, possibly searching for a cure. Likely hadn’t found one. Phalla was alone with her thoughts for a long moment, going through a long sequence of equations and decisions, quickly moving through them as a result of her many years as a mercenary and detective. Samus had returned to Driandrex for help, found none, and instead found that whatever had infected her wanted, maybe needed, to spread in order to perpetuate itself. Phalla had been the first -- or second, depending on how one looked at it -- victim.

There was one major difference, however, in the way Phalla reacted to her new appendage in comparison to the way Samus had. Sitting back against the wall of her cell, the blue-green skinned alien agent began to slowly unzip the front of her catsuit, careful not to painfully snag the zipper on her new toy, and gradually revealed it to herself. Enormous, yet soft, already diamond-hair. Ironically feminine and sleek, a big grin spread across her normally stoic features as she trailed her fingers over it. For Samus Aran, it had been an infection to be cured.

For Phalla Trax, it was a blessing to be cherished. She squeezed her hand around it gently, starting to slowly stroke it, though each rotation of her hand along her new cock took over a second as a result of its impressive length. She began to pump her arm more quickly, still half-clad in her undersuit, though both perky nipples could be spied hiding behind the edge of the zipper as she insistently rubbed at her massive cock. “My goodness... it’s just like I’ve always imagined it would be...” she murmured, shuddering a little as she dragged her palm over the sensitive glans, closing her misting golden eyes. “F-fuck....”

“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself.”

Phalla hadn’t even noticed that the door had opened, too preoccupied by the size and feeling of her new plaything until she was jarred by Gandrayda’s voice. Blushing slightly, she looked up, her hand still on her new appendage and squeezing it slightly. In the doorway was a violet, shimmering woman Phalla did not recognize, likely a biomorph of some sort. Beside her was Samus Aran, squirming fitfully, her zero suit partially restored... covered most of her, but with a neat cut-out in place to leave her massive, visibly pulsating member exposed for others to admire -- Phalla included.

“Yes!” the galactic inspector admitted openly, standing weakly and leaning against the back wall, halfway hiding, halfway still rubbing, her new cock. “It’s... it’s amazing, it’s so big,” she murmured, chewing her lower lip a little, her cold exterior melting somewhat. “I mean, I... thank you. I’m so glad I came here. It’s what I’ve always wanted.”

“I like this girl, Sammy!” Gandrayda grinned widely, her body shimmering a little as her own massive girldick slid free of her, throbbing to full life. “And something tells me she’ll be the perfect way to give you your reward. Tell me, cutie, what’s your name?”

“Phalla,” the creamy-skinned alien murmured. “Phalla Trax.”

“Phalla, how would you like to have something around that big huge dick of yours besides your hand?”

The invader swallowed slowly, guiding her hand away from her rock-hard erection, letting it bob contently for a moment to show that she found that suggestion completely acceptable. “That... uhm... could be nice,” she whispered through a suddenly dry throat, her heart racing. Her eyes flickered to Samus, clearly the submitted one in this particular situation.

“Then you have a decision to make,” Gandrayda grinned, looking from Samus to Phalla as if hoping that Samus would notice that the newcomer was getting so much better treatment than she herself had. “How do you want to have your way with little Sammy here? You want her mouth? Her tits? Her tight ass? I’ve had all three and, let me tell you... they’re all worth it.”

“You can’t just give me away like a toy, I’m the one who--” Samus began, only to have Gandrayda reach across her lap and give her cock a hard squeeze, near the base where the cuff still remained.

“If you want me to let you cum, you’ll do whatever I say. You be a good girl and let Phalla have some fun with you, then I take this little thing off. Isn’t that what you want, sweetie?”

Samus chewed her lip awkwardly, folding her arms beneath her full, perky breasts and looking away, shuffling as shyly as a universally-dreaded bounty hunter could be. “Fine,” she grumbled lowly, huffing softly, her still-stiff girlcock flexing and bobbing slightly. It hadn’t come down for hours, now, it was beginning to be agonizing, especially as Gandrayda continued to rub and tease it. Now, the sight of this teal-skinned newcomer playing with her own addition was only making things worse. As little as she wanted to be wrapped around Gandrayda’s finger, she currently had no choice but to submit. She needed to get off.

“Well, luv?” Gandrayda teased, getting on her knees in front of Phalla and progressing things in the face of Samus’s hesitation, stroking her fingertips along the newcomer’s shaft before licking very lightly at the tip. “What will it be, baby?”

Phalla hesitated again, licking her lips and looking back and forth between the two bounty hunters, both of them sporting such big dicks, around the same size as Phalla’s was, so imposingly thick and hard. Her eyes wandered again then, to Samus’s soft, suit-clad breasts, to her pillowy pink lips, to her firm, supple thighs....

“Her ass,” she finally whispered, blushing lightly. “I want to know how it feels to fuck a woman’s asshole.” Phalla felt so elated already, like her trail of investigation had led her to a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Not only had she grown a big, throbbing dick to call her own, but she was being offered the most beautiful woman in the galaxy to stuff it into. The galactic detective made a mental note to thank whatever gods had blessed her so.

“See? Good news, Sammy. You may get to cum sooner than you thought... you know what a ravenous little anal slut you’ve become.” Grinning, the biomorph woman turned and grabbed Samus by her dick, pulling her a little closer and twisting, then pushing, a few raised areas on the cock-cuff, causing it to click and then finally fall apart.

Fidgeting at first, the blonde huntress tried to hold back for a moment, didn’t want to look too eager, didn’t want to show that she’d truly been transformed into exactly the cock-craving maniac that Gandrayda had so specifically designed. Her mind was fixated on the pillar of flesh that was destined to be inside of her, and despite a moment of resistance, she quickly found herself lunging forward, her heart already racing as blood rushed back into her massive erection, no longer trapped but now able to flow freely, hurting like hell for a moment before the symbiote within her translated those feelings into yet more carnal craving. She pinned Phalla to the back wall, kissing her hard as if to distract her own self from the ignoble thing she was able to do, any sense of decency or modesty trickling free of her as she sat back on that thick, warm, throbbing shaft.

The hole in her newly redesigned suit, in addition to freeing her anxious member, was an oval long enough to also expose the lower slopes of her backside and the little pink star between them, her taint smooth yet swollen from her unending purgatory of dissatisfaction, a purgatory that she was soon to crawl free of as she felt the slick, spongy tip of Phalla’s girlcock starting to slowly spear her delicate, sensitive back entrance.

“Nnngh... fuck, I...” Samus panted quietly, closing her eyes and breaking the kiss, her breathing growing heavier, her own throbbing girlcock trapped between the two of them as she started to sink down a little more, feeling the end of Phalla’s dick press and stuff itself past the snug ring of her backdoor, easing in slowly at first, then deeper and deeper, filling her up and making Samus reflexively clench and squeeze around it.

Meanwhile, Phalla was simply in a world of pleasure, bright yellow eyes widening with excitement, her mind blown by what she was feeling. She’d barely had any time alone with her new cock and already she was feeling it slide deep into Samus’s asshole, the snug, slick hole squeezing firmly around her, quivering a little around her sensitive shaft as she moved closer. She brought her hands to the huntress’s zero-suited hips, digging her fingers in very gently and starting to slowly thrust upward a little more, swallowing hard as she tried to process what she had been tossed into the middle of. She could feel something inside of her, something driving her to fuck, though its impulses weren’t felt that strongly when they coincided so well with Phalla’s own desires. Her serious exterior had dropped instantly, and now, she was just giving in to this spectacular moment.

“You two sure are getting along well,” Gandrayda’s teasing voice commented on their performance, the jovian slowly stroking her own translucent purple cock as she watched from behind, admiring Samus Aran’s round, perky ass and her tight hole as it was stuffed with inch after inch after inch of hard girldick. “Not sure how long I’m gonna be content to watch....”

“You want me to... you know, um... suck you?” Phalla murmured, biting her lip, then wincing as Samus’s weight slid back down the length of her cock, her tight anal ring sliding down around her shaft. “I’ve never sucked a cock before, it... could be fun.”

“I’m a bit big for your first time, sweetheart,” the biomorph teased, then paused, musing. “But Sammy here’s in a pretty good position to help you.” Licking her lips, Gandrayda moved forward, standing just adjacent to where the two newly-infected dickgirls were perched against the back wall, their slow anal experimenting quickly turning into rougher, hungrier sex as the tip of Phalla’s hard dick began to prod and rub against Samus’s pleasure button, the amazonian blonde’s own shaft rubbing firmly between them, the precum-slick tip teasing against the bottom of the galactic investigator’s firm, perky tits.

Smirking down at them both, Gandrayda took the base of her shaft in one hand and laid the tip of her cock against Samus’s lower lip, positioned neatly between the two womens’ warm, panting mouths. Tapping at Samus’s mouth gently, the jovian purred. “Now show her how it’s done, Sammy sweetie.”

Hesitant for only a moment, Samus quickly gave in to what she knew she couldn’t resist, her hands pawing lightly at Phalla’s perky pale tits as she began to stroke and drag her tongue along Gandrayda’s shimmering shaft, smooching and nipping at it sensuously, but keeping her eyes on Phalla’s. She couldn’t reconcile her feelings, her lust and her shame both blending into a whole that became more than the sum of its parts, a unique sensation that kept her paralyzed, her mind locked in a state of anxious instinct as her hips rocked up and down, her perky ass bouncing downward to stuff Phalla’s cock into her a little harder and deeper with each thrust.

After a moment -- and to Gandrayda’s apparent approval -- Phalla joined in, carefully mimicking Samus’s actions and twirling her tongue gently around the shimmering purple dick, coating it in their saliva and their kisses, tongues accidentally touching as they both moved to slurp and lick at the tip... then locking one another in a firm, hungry kiss on the lips, their tongues intertwining, neglecting Gandrayda for a moment. Apparently too many moments.

The biomorph woman smirked, tangling her fingers first in Phalla’s tousled hair, then grabbing Samus’s ponytail with her other hand. Playfully pulling the two apart from their kiss, she yanked Samus down onto her cock, stuffing it deep into her mouth and then starting to force it down her throat, knowing the bounty hunter could take it if given a moment to adjust. “Glkklpphhgh...” Samus groaned and spluttered around the sudden invasion, her throat twitching and trembling around it for a moment before she was allowed to draw back, gasping for breath.

Not letting go of Samus’s tail, Gandrayda gave the newcomer her turn, pulling her down and stuffing her dick into Phalla’s mouth, going easy at first, giving the alien girl a moment to adjust before sliding it in deeper, pressing it against the back of her throat and then finally cramming it inside. A little squeal and splutter did no more than spur Gandrayda on, drawing back a little before cramming herself back into Phalla’s mouth once more, taking a few deep pumps before switching back to Samus.

They went on like that in a smooth rhythm for a short time, Gandrayda taking a few rough pumps into Samus’s mouth, then Phalla’s, then switching back again, each of the girls below getting a bit more comfortable with it with each rotation. After a few moments their own thrusting and squirming started to pick back up, Phalla thrusting frantically upward while Samus slammed her butt downwards, wincing and moaning out hotly each time she felt that thick, stiff teal girlcock smashing against her pleasure button, making her feel tense and panting hotly, her cock throbbing for the release it had been denied so long. Even without being directly stimulated, she was getting incredibly close to it....

Gasping lightly as Gandrayda’s cock was drawn from her mouth, Phalla licked up the saliva trail that still connected them with a content purr, looking up at the back-from-the-dead biomorph who had orchestrated this entire thing. “I think it’s time to spin Sammy around,” the jovian cooed with a little grin, reaching down to squeeze and spank Samus’s firm, stuffed ass, then standing up fully as if expecting the two prone women to obey her... which, after a moment, they did, albeit with a groan of protest from the soon-to-erupt Samus.

Kissing her again gently, Phalla took hold of Samus’s hips and helped to turn her, planting her feet at her sides and planting the blonde’s ass back down on her cock, making Samus quiver a little as that big thing was sheathed inside of her once more, her own cock swaying and throbbing uselessly, continuing to be neglected but now not even trapped between the two of them. Rather, it hovered at full stiffness, jumping and bobbing with each thrust of Phalla’s shaft back into her clinging, tender anus.

“Perfect,” Gandrayda purred, kneeling in front of the pair, leaning in to gently nibble and suck at Samus’s lower lip before batting at the human’s pulsing girlcock with her own, giggling as she swatted it from side to side with hers, dotting it with moisture from the copious saliva that currently coated it. “Ready for some company in that tight ass, sweetheart? If we’re finally going to let Sammy climax, we’d better make it the climax of a lifetime....”

“Wait, company?” Samus and Phalla said in unison, the former’s eyes suddenly widening when she felt the tip of Gandrayda’s cock press against the edge of her stuffed entrance, her entire body shuddering and her hole clenching down in a desperate, failed attempt to prevent any further entry. Not like Phalla’s cock wasn’t big enough -- the symbiote had a habit of developing “additions” that were truly massive, and doubling the mass of what Samus already had inside of her asshole was daunting indeed. Nonetheless, choice wasn’t involved in the matter as Gandrayda locked the blonde in a heated, breath-stealing kiss, groping and pawing at one breast as she slowly, insistently crammed her massive, opalescent member past Samus’s stuffed ring, stretching her further as she slid inside of her.

Phalla let out a hot wail of her own, the hole she was already inhabiting growing tighter as she got to simultaneously enjoy the pleasure of a second cock rubbing and grinding against her own. Her moans as well as Gandrayda’s grew in heat and intensity, while poor Samus’s were changed into staggered yelps and groans of excess, pain mixing with pleasure as she felt those two massive rods slide in and out of her backside.

“F-fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck...!!” Samus groaned through gritted teeth, tensing and straining as both of the alien girls began to rotate their thrusts, Gandrayda slamming in when Phalla would draw back, never giving Samus a moment of reprieve from the feeling of getting stuffed with two gigantic cocks. As much as she was struggling with it, however, the symbiote was having quite a fun time, and it sent those impulses to Samus’s brain regardless of her input on the matter. It was only a minute or so of rapid, thirsty, sweaty thrusting, the squelching of those two big rods drilling in and out of Samus’s anus like a V2 engine echoing off the steel walls of the chamber where they’d kept Phalla.

As they would thrust faster and harder, leaning over Samus’s shoulder to kiss each other hungrily, the blonde’s aching cock started to bounce more uncontrollably, still rock-hard but now spiraling in circles as Samus’s impulsively pushed herself down onto her two invaders. With the doubled thrusting, it only took half the waiting time before the spongy tip of a thick, smooth shaft would ram against her internal pleasure center, overstimulating the poor bounty hunter, making her scream out as her climax finally hit her -- and hit her it did.

Just the spastic clenching and rippling of her anus was enough to draw an orgasm from the two other women, thick jets of hot spunk pumping into her already overfilled backdoor, flooding her with the stuff as Samus’s own dick erupted like a volcano, her smooth sack lifting and tightening a little as she unloaded all over Gandrayda and, in particular, all over herself -- nearly a full day of being denied climax finally coming to a head as her newly-adjusted physiology hit its peak, shooting burst after burst of thick, sticky spunk into the air like a fireworks show, finally raining down on all three women as they shared an intense, messy orgasm that left all of them drenched.Samus herself was left pumped totally full with seed that had no purpose inside of her backside beyond recreation, which was exactly how Gandrayda would have it.

“Well, that was certainly fun,” Gandrayda murmured, drawing free of Samus’s backside and noting that Phalla refused to, lightly wiping herself off between the blonde’s tits and stretching out, almost catlike, weary from the vigorous exercise. “I’m proud of you, too, blue girl. You’ve been a lot more fun than Sammy. What’s your name?”

“Phalla,” the investigator mumbled contently, closing her eyes and laying her head on Samus’s shoulder from behind, staying deeply embedded in her cum-dripping anus and pawing playfully at her chest. “Phalla Trax. I... hope I can for a while.”

“Oh, that won’t be a problem,” Gandrayda giggled. “There’s all the room you need... and plenty of Samus here to go around.”