Martian atack

Neon rain slicks the cybernetic streets of Neo Olympus as the first Martian dropship slams into the plaza, its hull glowing with sickly green radiation. The invaders emerge seven foot tall monstrosities with exposed, pulsing brains shielded by translucent domes. Their massive, veiny appendages swing between their legs like living weapons.

The Martian Vanguard pins a pair of cyber enhanced lesbian mercenaries to the wet pavement. One Martian’s fingers, elongated and dripping with caustic slime, slide under the woman’s spinal interface, yanking out neural processors while her partner screams.

The Martian Alpha's brain pulses violently as it emits a wet, wet squelch. It steps over the convulsing bodies, its massive, pulsing cock already engorged with green ichor. The alien's exposed brain shudders, sending out telepathic waves that turn the women's cyber enhancements against them.

"Mmmph... please... not the interface..." the mercenary whimpers as her own cyber claws extend involuntarily, digging into her lover's thighs.

The Martian Alpha doesn't even even even wait for them to fight back. It grabs both by their hair, slamming their faces together with a sickening crack. One of its hands reaches down, yanking open the woman's thighs with brutal ****. The Martian's exposed brain glows brighter as it prepares to violate them, its cock dripping with bioluminescent pre cum that burns like acid on the pavement.

"Their minds... so delicious when they break," the Martian's voice echoes in their heads like grinding metal.

As the first Martian thrusts, its brain shudders violently the pleasure pain loop between its frontal lobe and its massive cock causing reality to warp around them. The cybernetic women’s optics glitch, their neural networks overloading as their own enhancements fire off, forcing them to arch into the invasion while their minds shatter under the telepathic ****.

The other martians don't even stop the attack; they just keep mutilating the remaining survivors, their exposed brains pulsing in sync with the rhythmic slapping of their colossal .