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Mulder's body clenched in pain as the knobbed head of the Morph's cock popped into him. The enormous shaft slid between his buttocks and spread him wider than he thought was humanly possible. It felt like he was being torn in two! He gritted his teeth, holding in another scream that threatened to tear free as the severe pain grew with the relentless slid of the cock deeper and deeper up his rectum. Mulder became aware of the greasiness of the organ as it glided smoothly between his buttocks and into his body. It was creating its own lubrication he realized. He had not taken a close look at the Morph's sex organ other than to note how big it was. After the cock was fully sheathed inside of him, Mulder rested his head on the mat in relief. He could feel the Morph's engorged, low hanging balls resting against his own. Mulder's body was quivering as it tried to adjust to the intrusion, he closed his eyes willing himself to relax.

The Bounty Hunter pulled his hybrid's trembling body back against his broad chest and nuzzled his neck affectionately, then he turned Mulder's head so he could claim possession of those lush lips. He licked and nipped them, tugging playfully on the full bottom lip with his teeth as his fingers twisted one of Mulder's nipples. "Mm, so sweet, so tight. Your hot ass feels so perfect wrapped around my cock like it was designed specifically for this purpose. I think I will keep you even after your training is complete." The Morph licked over the mole on Mulder's cheek and smiled at the tightly closed eyes. "Open your eyes, little one, I want to see the pleasure of our coupling reflected in their jeweled depths."

Mulder opened his eyes and put as much hatred as possible into the glare he shot at the Morph . "I hate you and will kill you for this!" he hissed.

The Hunter laughed, "So much spirit! Soon you will be begging me for my cock. You see, little one, males from my planet have an addicting quality to their semen that keeps our mates totally dependent on us to service them. Our females are kept naked and wanton. Once I fill your bowels with my cream you will be mine. My willing, obedient bitch." The Morph held Mulder's head steady as he licked his face while he pulled his cock part way out then slid back in, he watched closely as the pain filled his hybrid's hazel eyes. "It will get easier for you to take my size in time," the Morph said, leaning back he grasped Mulder's hips and admired the lovely sight of his cock stretching that tight hole. He caressed the warm flesh of his hybrid's ass and marveled at the silky softness then he pulled his cock slowly out watching lustfully as the anal muscles gripped it. When only the knobbed head was inside he slammed back in, his fingers digging into Mulder's hips to hold him in place.

The violent thrust tore another scream from Mulder, and he tried desperately to pull away, but the Hunter's fingers tightened making movement impossible. He cried out as the Morph thrust in again, his heavy sacks slapping against Mulder's scrotum added further to his misery. Mulder's penis hung lifeless, defeated. "Stop, please … stop," Mulder whimpered as the Morph's thrusts pushed deeper into him.

The Morph's reached under him and seized his penis, yanking on it as he tried to coax it to life he continued to tirelessly thrusts into Mulder's body. Both their bodies became slick with sweat and the sweet odor of musk hung heavy in the air.

The pain finally abated much to Mulder's horror. He hated the pain, but he needed it, without it, he couldn't fight off his body's growing arousal at being so tightly filled each time the Morph sank into him. The relentless pressure against his prostate caused his penis to swell in the Morph's hand. Tears of self-hatred ran freely down his cheeks at his body's betrayal.

The Hunter's mocking laughter filled him with shame. "Even without the addicting essence of my semen you are already my willing little bitch," the morph jeered and picked up the speed of his fucking. It took only a few more thrusts and Mulder's milky come was shooting between his fingers. The Morph captured some in his hand and cursed his hindsight for not bringing a container in which to catch the delicious cream. Human semen was a delicacy to his species. They had farms where abducted human males were stabled primary for the purpose of milking the tasty cream from their bodies. The humans were fed a special diet to control the flavor of the semen and increased the volume they produced. Not all the semen was collected from their farms. He chuckled when he thought of the reports in the Earthling's newspapers describing *alleged* UFO abductees. The males described how they were bound and examined then probed anally as their semen was collected. If they only knew what was done with that collected semen. The human males who were determined to be the most sexually potent were sent to the farms, while the others were dropped back on earth. The morph slowed his endless fucking as he noisily lapped the semen from his palm and fingers, enjoying the flavor that was uniquely his hybrids, so different from the other cream he had tasted.

Mulder wanted to crawl under a rock and die he couldn't take much more. He had come. At the sound of his captor noisily smacking his lips and grunting with pleasure, Mulder twisted so he could look under his arm at the Morph. The sight of the Morph with his face smeared with semen disgusted him. The thought that he would be used as this creature's fuck toy made his stomach roll. The thrusting into his body started up again, becoming more frantic then stopped suddenly and the Morph held Mulder's hips in a steel grip as he pushed forward hard. Mulder experienced a sharp pain as something large at the base of the alien's cock entered him. The object started to expand sealing their bodies tightly together. Mulder breathed through his mouth, taking short, painful breaths, the object felt as big as a grapefruit. Then Mulder felt the Morph's semen pumping into him; he squirmed as the hot fluid filled his bowels to the point of discomfort. Their bodies were too tightly sealed for the come to escape, he moaned as the Bounty Hunter hugged him tightly against his chest, then rolled them onto their sides.

A wonderful warmth washed over Mulder, and he experienced a serene inner peace. He unconsciously pushed back against the Morph. The alien's large hand splayed over his belly, gently kneading his flesh.

"Sleep now, little one, you will need your strength for later," the Morph said huskily, his voice heavily sated. His kind always fell into a deep coma like sleep after releasing their seed. This sleep lasted about two hours.

Mulder waited for almost an hour, he felt the knot shrink to a more comfortable size. When he was sure the Morph was deeply asleep he slowly eased out of the muscular arms. He reached back and grasped the base of shaft as he pulled free of the knot and slowly pulled his body off the organ, feeling every inch of cock as it slid out of him. Mulder stopped pulling when he got to the massive cockhead, his grip tightened on the cock as he yanked the head out of his ass. Mulder chewed his lip to stifle a cry. The alien's come poured out his body and he cringed in disgust. He fearfully looked over his shoulder at the Morph who lay deeply asleep with a smile on his lips. Mulder was surprised that his movement hadn't awoken the Bounty Hunter.

Clambering painfully off the mat onto the cold metal floor he crawled over to his discarded jeans, while his eyes searched for something to clean the sticky fluid off his legs and ass. Groaning silently at finding nothing, he pulled on his jeans over his sticky flesh and gingerly regained his feet then limped sorely out of the room. Mulder wished that he hadn't lost his shoes and socks on their swim out to the spaceship as he avoided stepping on the metal grating that covered parts of the floor. He needed to get to Alex and together they had to find away off this ship, or something to use to kill the Morph.

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In flight over the Atlantic Ocean

Scully studied the photos that Professor Pierre Mitteux-Bit had given her of the cave paintings. She glanced sideways at Skinner, noting that his eyes were closed and his chest rose and fell gently in sleep. Scully spent a moment admiring him. She hardly got an unguarded moment just to look, to drool. The man had a body of a Greek god. Her eyes traveled from the white bandaged across his brow that was sharply contrasted against his suntanned skin. She roamed lustfully down his handsome face to his strong jaw line, and back up to his lips, recalling their firmness when she had kissed him in the elevator. Scully moistened her lips, wondering what a real kiss would be like, and not just a quick peck. She continued her journey down his body passed his broad chest, slim waist, stopping at his groin. Scully bit her lip to stifle a moan when she realized he was sporting a woody. She started fantasizing about what that monster would feel like pounding into her. Scully squeezed her legs together as she became moist, her arousal growing.

"Mulder," Skinner mumbled, "Please."

Scully glared at him for a moment then sighed dejectedly, always Mulder. She remembered telling her partner once that not everything was about him, but maybe she was wrong. Scully went back to studying the photos. They depicted a battle between a primitive tribe of humans and an unusual race of clawed creatures, the likes of which she had never seen before. The creatures were bipeds and had what appeared to be red feathers covering their sinewy bodies. They towered a full foot over the natives. Scully turned to another photo this one depicted one of the creatures tearing a man apart with its claws as another used its fangs to feast on the victim's flesh. There was yet another creature using its whip like tail to sting a man. The tail resembled a scorpion's. Scully shuttered. If these creatures had at one time really existed at least they were extinct now.

She had to figure out if they had any connection to the aliens. To do so meant she'd have to travel back to Africa, but first she and Skinner needed to retrieve what Krycek had left for them. She thought his claims of being from the future were ludicrous. However, he was up to his eyebrows in the whole conspiracy, so whatever he had stashed in that bus station locker in Sacramento had to be important.

Scully placed the documents back into the folder and shut off the small light above her seat, she needed to get some sleep. She gazed out plane's window into the darkness, staring mesmerized at the starlit sky. Her partner was up there alone with that creature. She had seen the lust in the Morph's eyes and feared for her partner's safety more than ever. For once she found herself placing her hopes on Krycek, that he had made it onto that ship in time and was able to protect her partner.

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The smoker read over the report on the UFO that had been spotted off the Ivory Coast. He also had a report on Assistant Director Skinner being checked into a hospital in Yamoussoukro. He knew it wasn't a coincidence that Skinner was in the Ivory Coast at the same time as a UFO was spotted there. The smoker pounded his fist on his desk in frustration; he was playing catch up and it didn't sit well with him.

He had to find Mulder. With the agent in his possession he would be the one on top again.

However, his men were having no luck finding Mulder. Spender clenched his teeth in anger, he had lost too many good men over the past two years. He was almost positive that Krycek had been responsible for their deaths and disappearances. What to do? Then an idea occurred to him, he'd use Mulder's three geeky friends to find him. If anyone would know where Mulder was, it was that paranoid trio. After all, Fowley had easily gotten the information on Mulder's location from Melvin Frohike the last time.

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Byers opened the door and helped Frohike over to the sofa, Langly hovered behind the two men carrying a brown paper sack with Frohike's stuff from his brief stay at the hospital.

"Thanks, John," Frohike said, smiling at the soft pillows Byers had arranged on the sofa before bringing him home.

"You just relax, Melvin, Langly and I will take care of you. I've made a kettle of chicken noodle soup, I'll go and bring you a bowl of it," Byers said, turning toward their small kitchenette, but Frohike's voice stopped him.

"Any word on Mulder?"

Byers glanced guiltily at Langly, they hadn't wanted to tell Frohike their fears until he was better. Each waited for the other to talk first.

"C'mon, guys, you don't have to coddle me. Tell me," Frohike growled.

Byers walked back and sat on the coffee table next to the sofa. "Our Alaskan associate helped A.D. Skinner and Agent Scully rescue Mulder and Krycek. He flew them to the airport and waited while they booked a flight to Africa."

"Africa? What's in Africa?" Frohike asked.

"That's what we wanted to know, so Langly hacked into Mulder's computer at the Hoover to check on his latest case files. The most current one involved the murder of an African Professor who was doing research in the Ivory Coast. Professor Solomon Merkmallen found small broken slabs of a metal, all the pieces had pre-phonetic Navajo carved into their surface," Byers said.

"He found these slabs in Africa with Navajo inscribed on them?" Frohike asked surprised.

"Yes, but that wasn't all. Professor Merkmallen's body was contaminated with Cosmic Galactic Radiation and from Mulder's notes he believed the radiation came off the artifacts the professor found."

Frohike looked at him surprised. "That impossible CGR only comes from deep space! For those pieces of metal to have it they would have had to come from outer space."

"That's what Mulder believes," Langly threw in.

"So where is Mulder?"

"A day after they landed in the Ivory Coast there was a report of an UFO. The natives described it as rising up out of the Ocean a short distance off the coast. Shortly after that A.D. Skinner was checked into a hospital in their capital city with a head injury. He was released a few hours later. Now he and Scully are on a flight back to the U.S. alone, more specifically to San Francisco. We haven't been able to locate Mulder or Krycek. No way would Scully or Skinner leave Mulder behind. Langly and I have speculated that Mulder was on board that UFO … it is the only theory that seems to make sense," Byers said, standing he headed back toward the kitchenette leaving Frohike staring dumbfounded into space.

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Cerulean Blue's turn.