Clementina, Chapter 4 – Brood

This is Chapter 4, which comprises parts XVIII – XXI.

If you are in a hurry and/or if you have no interest in freaky bug sex or egg-laying, then you can just skip this entire chapter without losing the storyline. But if that’s your jam, check it out…

Just a reminder: this is partly a horror story, so consider yourself warned.

Also, be warned, the line between female and male continues to be rather porous.

Enjoy!

Clementina, Chapter 4 – Brood

PART XVIII

We retired to the pool for an evening skinny dip, as was the norm, and Makala and Alura joined us, in their human forms. A strange lot we made.

Myself, my hair longer, hanging below my shoulders for the first time in my life, my phallite female body in full bloom – pendulous, milk-engorged breasts with big wide nipples, narrow waist, wide hips, but with a monster cock hanging down between my legs.

My mother, her phallite curves accentuated by the tentacles that ringed her vagina instead of her labia. They hung down around her knees, but she could retract them into her body at will, leaving her with the look of just a regular “innie”. But she seemed to be taking great delight in her new appendages, and they hung writhing between her legs.

The sisters Clementina and Ona, tall and dark with “normal” female phallite bodies, if there really was such a thing – which included the curves like me, but also large meaty labia and clitoris.

Olympia, a slightly more slender phallite body, including the labia, except instead of a clitoris she had a large cock slightly smaller than my own monster.

Olympia’s goth twin daughters Athena and Demeter, bright silver platinum blondes with the usual phallite bodies that were somewhat curvier than most as they had already been a bit chubby before their transition.

Alura, now without tentacles or green skin, sporting a body similar to Olympia’s, mostly phallite female except with a cock in place of a clitoris.

And Makala, now without horns, hooves, or blue skin, but still rocking a body almost identical to my own with a cock that might have even been a hair bigger than mine.

As we lounged around the pool, our thoughts turned to next steps. Ona, having been denied her opportunity to be the white queen, turned the conversation towards the brood chamber.

“You said we have a choice for our next step,” she said to Makala. “Either the door of the three or the brood chamber. What’s in the brood chamber?”

“The brood chamber contains what you want it to contain,” Makala said. She and Alura were lurking in the pool, partially embracing, their bodies touching. I was in the pool with my mother sitting next to me on the side, her legs partially apart and her tentacles trailing in the water.

“You’re talking in riddles again,” I said. I glanced over towards Olympia and her daughters, who were listening intently, but I wasn’t sure how much longer we were going to hold their attention because the twins’ hands were already moving closer to their mother’s cock. I figured in a few minutes they would be dissolving into a threesome. And seeing as how I hadn’t had a chance to try my own mother’s new tentacle labia, I realized I wanted this conversation over quickly myself.

“What she’s saying,” Alura interrupted, giving Makala’s nipple a gentle, playful squeeze. “Is that you have control over each brood. There can be worker broods, who make repairs to the caves – which you should consider doing soon because it’s been awhile since the tunnels were looked after. There can be protection broods who defend you, there are alchemy broods who can provide certain materials. There are other broods too. It all depends on which bug you fuck.”

“Bug?” said Ona.

“Yes,” said Makala. “Bug.”

“And,” Alura added. “In the brood chamber you just might finally find out why you have those fleshy sheaths we all love to play with. Is this the next chamber you want to open?” She winked.

There was a moment of silence. Clementina had moved behind Ona and had her hands around her sister’s waist. Ona, who still smarted after having been denied her white queen role, was practically pulsating with a desire to open the brood chamber. The twins Athena and Demeter were now openly stroking their mother’s cock, which was about half way to full staff. I was becoming more and more distracted by my mother’s tentacles. And it looked like Alura and Makala really wanted to get busy as well.

Olympia paused and pushed her daughter’s hands from her cock.

“Hold on,” she said, standing up. “We need to think about this. If this thing we are doing is so important, if the future of humanity is on our shoulders, why would we deviate from the original plan? Why would we not go straight to the next door in our sequence? Did you not hear that prophecy that said others before us had deviated to their own peril.”

“This is different. The state of the caves has deteriorated since we were last free,” Alura said. “Opening the brood chamber would allow the workers to make any repairs that are needed. I am concerned about some of the cracks I see in the roof of the nexus and in the walls of a few other chambers. Repairs are needed. We can have the greatest mission on earth, but if the caves collapse and bury us, nothing will be accomplished.”

Olympia nodded pensively. “Okay, any objections to opening the brood chamber?”

Nobody said anything.

“So be it, we’ll open it first thing tomorrow. Once we open it, the science team goes in first and checks it out. If we have reason to feel we need tests before everyone else enters, we will say so.”

She paused. “But enough business for today,” she addd, then reached over to Demeter’s head and pulled it towards her cock. Her daughter slipped her lips around the thick, growing tip of Olympia’s meat, releasing a dual load of slime from the thick, meaty cock and from Demeter’s mouth. Athena leaned over and licked the shaft, adding her own slime. The clear goop ran down Olympia’s shaft and slithered across her thick, pouty labia that were gaping and revealing her pink pussy.

I turned my attention to my mother.

She smiled at me. “You were skeptical earlier,” she said. “Are you ready to give my new tentacles a try?”

I nodded. Suddenly nothing mattered to me more than that ring of tentacles that now enclosed her bottomless phallite tunnel.

I pushed her legs apart and moved in between them. She leaned her head down and we kissed, my chin resting against the top of her pendulous breasts, my own milk-engorged chest pressing against her stomach. As our lips parted, she slipped her preternaturally long tongue into my mouth. I sucked at it greedily, feeling it slip back into my throat, stimulating a load of thick slime into my mouth, mixing with her own slime that slipped liberally down her tongue. Her tongue probed deeper, past my mouth, past that strange phallite gateway in the back of the throat, and into the deep tunnels and orifice’s beyond. I moaned as I retched and my mouth filled up with slime – overflowing, sending globs running down my chin and across my mother’s milky breasts.

My own breasts were also trickling intoxicating phallite milk as I slowly disengaged my mother’s mouth from mine. I sucked her tongue as it withdrew from deep inside me. I turned to her heavy, laden breasts and planted my lips against one of her wide, brown nipples, sucking the long dart of a tip inside my mouth. My mother moaned as I drank greedily from the seemingly endless supply of rich, sweet, intoxicating milk that poured from her breast. She reached down and pulled her other heavy mound up to her own mouth, suckling at her own breast’s milk.

Between her legs, I felt her tentacles stirring. It was the first time I felt them on my body, and they slipped up my stomach to my breasts, caressing my milky globes and coating them with thick slime. The suckers that lined the underside were soft and gentle, with a touch that could be firm at times, and incredibly light at others. They softly squeezed my breasts, coaxing out thick streams of milk that coated my mother’s body.

I disconnected from my mother and climbed out of the pool as we moved to a lounge. I straddled her hips and let my almost two-foot-long rock hard cock lay across her stomach and up into the cleavage between her mountainous breasts. Her tentacles slipped along my meat, caressing the long shaft, coating it with slime, wrapping it with multiple soft, slick appendages. One of her tentacles slipped along the underside of my meat, teasing out a big load of slime and pre-come that filled the hollow between her breasts, mixing with milk from her long, hard nipples. A surge of lust or desire shot through me as the licorice smell of phallite sex wafted through the air.

A tentacle slipped down my cock to the base, then traced back around my hairless balls to my pink phallite asshole that was already extruding a couple of inches of slimy sheath. Another tentacle followed it back and together they pushed into my already-gaping asshole and pulled apart, stretching the sphincter even wider and causing several more inches of sheath to slip out, dribbling long tendrils of slime.

Another tentacle slipped back and circled my asshole before pushing roughly inside. I moaned as it drove deep inside me, leaving me amazed how long my mother’s labia tentacles could stretch. The other two appendages that had been gaping my asshole followed it inside, until I had three thick fleshy arms deep inside my ass, stretching me.

I leaned forward, suckling more liquid from my mothers mountainous breasts, feeling the intoxication from her rich, sweet phallite milk.

Her tentacles partially withdrew from my asshole, stretching my pink sheath out behind me and pulling it up between my legs so it stretched out in front of me next to my cock, trailing more thick, goopy slime across my mother’s body.

My cock was thick, purple and pulsating. I tightened a couple of muscles as Makala had showed me and added extra inches, pushing the length up until it bumped into my mother’s chin. She squeezed her tits around my meat, pulling my gaping, sliming cock head into her mouth and sucking a load of slime and pre-come from the tip. She slipped her long, prehensile tongue down inside my cock, stretching the tunnel wider and bulging the underside of my erection.

The pleasure was intense, but I needed more.

“I want to be inside you,” I whispered hoarsely.

Deftly, my mother turned over, still holding my slick sheath in her tentacles and pulling it upwards between her mountainous breasts. Her gaping asshole pointed at me, her pink sheath sticking out several inches and hanging down next to the writhing mass of tentacles that was her pussy. A steady stream of slime coursed from her stretched ass.

Her tentacles kept stroking my sheath as I gave my cock a few hard strokes and began sliding it into my mother’s waiting, begging, gaping slimy asshole.

My mother pressed down on her anal muscles, retracting several tentacles back into her pussy so she could push even harder, making me work as I forced inch after inch of my pulsating cock into her endless asshole. About a foot of the way inside I paused and pulled back out, stretching her pink sheath behind her and rubbing it up against my own sheath that was still stretched out of my asshole.

I grabbed her sheath and stroked my cock with it several times before plunging my cock back inside and pushing it deeper and deeper in. As I pushed inside I felt the tip of my cock slip up into her ribcage, then move even deeper, finally lodging next to the back of her throat. I withdrew and pushed in again, setting up a slow, regular rhythm as my mother moaned, her voice sending vibrations down my cock.

She pulled my sheath up to her mouth, sucking a load of my slime then pushed her tentacles back into my asshole, pressing my sheath back inside and stretching my sphincter. First one, then two, then three, then four tentacles slipped into my ass, while another two slipped upwards across my stomach and caressed my still trickling breasts even as I picked up the pace and drove my meat in and out of my mother’s substantial ass. Her ass shook and rippled with each stroke as I pushed my stomach harder and harder against her. My breasts swayed and shook, sending streams of phallite milk shooting in all directions.

As I worked my meat in and out of my mother’s ass, I looked around at the others. Olympia was lying on her back on a lounge, her cock impaling Demeter’s asshole, while Athena stretched her pussy lips open above her mother’s face and the twins kissed and suckled each other’s milky mounds. Ona and Clementina were in a sisterly sixty-nine, and Alura was on her knees in front of Makala, sucking her supernatural lover’s meat down her throat sloppily.

I felt my balls tighten and knew it was getting near time. I increased my pace. My mother moaned again then spoke softly.

“Push through me, I want you in my mouth as well,” she croaked.

I smiled and tightened the last couple of muscles in my cock, just like Makala had shown me. A load of slime and pre-come erupted from my mother’s retching throat, then a second later the end of my cock popped several inches from her mouth, her sheath wrapped around it. I felt her body shudder as she came, and the wave of muscle contractions that wracked her body finished me. Thick ropy strands of come shot from the end of my pulsating meat, shooting across the concrete skirt of the pool. Arcs of milk shot from my breasts across my mother’s back as we both shook and came.

Alura and Makala appeared beside us as our ardor cooled and we embraced, coated with slime, semen, and milk, our sheaths still extended from our asses.

“You’re not finished,” Alura said. She reached for my mother, who climbed onto her knees. Alura knelt down and pulled four of my mother’s tentacle labia, bringing them up in front of her. It took a moment, but somehow she showed my mother a way to entangle four tentacles into a long, single, hard mass. It was close to two feet long and thick as my arm.

My mother had a weird tentacle cock, and I was pretty sure where Alura and Makala were going to have her put it.

I leaned down on all fours and pointed my asshole at my mother, reaching back with one hand and pulling my sheath out even further. My mother pulled my flesh up between her breasts and up to her mouth, were she sucked down mouthfuls of my anal slime, before I tightened my muscles, pulled my sheath back in, and stretched my ass wide in front of her like a good little girl.

Makala guided my mother’s tentacle cock into my waiting ass. As it slipped in slowly, I bore down with my muscles, making her push harder. She pushed all the way in, then pulled out slightly, stretching my sheath before driving back in until her stomach hit my thick phallite hips.

My mother began a slow rhythm, sliding her newly-discovered meat in and out of my ass. I closed my eyes and slowly moved my hips as she worked, helping her get the motion just right. Makala moved in front of me and lifted my shoulders up so I stood in front of her, pressing my mother’s tentacle cock against my abdomen and creating a distension bump that pulsated as she continued to work her meat in and out of my ass.

Makala squeezed our bodies together, pressing our matching cocks between our engorged phallite breasts and letting them rub against each other as my mother’s motions pressed our cock’s together and rubbed them up and down. I squeezed Makala’s breasts, sending a fresh load of milk across my own chest.

My mother pulled out completely, stretching my sheath out from my asshole. I moaned in pleasure as she stroked her meat with my anal flesh. Alura leaned down and licked the slime from my sheath, starting with my mother’s tentacle cock and working her way all the way down to my pink phallite asshole. I moaned again as I felt loads of fresh slime course from my ass and my mouth.

Alura gently took my sheath in her mouth and pulled, tugging more and more of my flesh out of my asshole. I was breathless in pleasure. She pulled it in front of her thick, heavy phallite breasts and rubbed it across her milk-engorged mounds. Then she pulled it upwards until she had followed it all the way to my mother’s meat. She took my mother’s tentacle cock, still wrapped in my sheath, and pulled it between her breasts and giving my mother her very first tit fuck.

The pleasure was becoming almost unbearable, and I could see on my mother’s face that she was experiencing things she never had even thought possible. A moment later, she moved her cock back into position in front of my ass, and I withdrew my sheath as she drove her cock into my deep phallite asshole. The way she pounded my ass, it was clear to me she was ready to come, and I was right there with her.

Makala was still in front of me, rubbing our tits and our cocks together. As my mother ripped in and out of my slimed asshole, Makala pulled me closer, pressing our bodies together and trapping our cocks between us and our mountainous phallite tits. The pressure of my mother driving in and out of my body while also pressing Makala’s cock harder against my own drove me over the edge. I felt my balls tighten just as I heard my mother give a crashing, orgasmic moan.

Thick arcs of semen shot in the air from my cock, and a second later a similar load erupted from Makala’s. Alura appeared beside us and began sucking the tips of our meat, going back and forth between us like a kid with two lollipops, sucking slime and come from one cock, then switching to the other. She also reached up occasionally to lick off the milk that was trickling from both Makala’s and my breasts. As she worked, her face became covered with a thick layer of jizz, milk, and slime.

A second later, my mother withdrew from my ass and joined us. Though she wasn’t shooting jizz, Alura sucked on her tentacle cock as well just the same as our orgasms ebbed.

As the evening waned, we all went for one final dip in the pool before we each slowly made our way to our rooms and turned in for the night.

The next morning found us standing in the nexus, ankle-deep in slime, in our usual swimsuits, contemplating one of the cubby doors. We had cleared some of the goop off of the stone and I could see that carved into the stone was an image similar to a scarab beetle.

“So this is the brood chamber?” asked Ona. Makala nodded. Makala and Alura had returned to their inhuman forms – Makala with her blue skin, horns, and hooves, and Alura with her mass of tentacles below her waist.

“How do we open it?” I asked.

“Similar to how we opened the door of the seven, except slightly different. To open the brood chamber, we require the seven,” Makala said.

“That means Roshelle and I, right?” my mother said. Alura noded.

We returned to the room with the pink stalks. Two of the cubbies were open, their pink stalks sticking partially upright, a steady trickle of slime emanating from the tips.

Alura led my mother to one of the cubbies. It was just like the one Ona had used to open the door of the seven, except instead of a huge stalk, this one was only about ten inches long.

Makala and Alura began stroking the seven foot pink stalk, which had been partially erect but now came fully to attention, sending thick threads of slime gushing from an aperture at the tip. Makala pulled the stalk against her body between her breasts, pressing it against her cock and slowly tit-fucking the stalk against her own meat as even more slime gushed from the stalk. We all watched, mesmerized, as Makala made love to the stalk as she had to the other stalk before Ona opened the other door.

The blue-skinned cave spirit squeezed her milky phallite tits together even harder as she increased the sway of her hips, rocketing her cock and breasts up and down the pink shaft. Finally, she moaned as seed shot from the end of her cock, coating the top of the stalk in her thick juices.

She slowly caught her breath, then stepped away from the stalk.

“It is ready,” she said.

My mother turned as if to straddle and fuck the stalk, but Makala stopped her. “Just a quick deep throat should be enough.”

Eva knelt next to the stalk and ran her long tongue up the pink shaft, wrapping it several times around the fleshy member. A load of slime assayed from the tip. The my mother opened her mouth and slid her lips all the way down to the base of the shaft.

The sounds of a door grinding open in the nexus wafted through the tunnels.

From out in the nexus we heard Ona’s voice.

“Oh yeah,” she said. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

PART XIX

We slowly made our way back into the slime-filled nexus, and considered the newly-opened scarab-carved door.

The other doors had opened to tunnels leading back to other chambers, but this door led straight into another chamber. And while the other doors had a ledge inside to prevent the nexus slime from entering, but this chamber only had a slight up ramp. A thin layer of slime – only an inch or so – coated the stone floor. The licorice smell of phallite sex was thick in the air.

The chamber was about the size as Makala’s chamber had been, except instead of a pool in the center, in the center was a large, pink mound similar to the thick pink flesh that coated the white queen’s chamber at the far end of the nexus. It looked soft and inviting. Arrayed around the edges of the room were a series of ovoid-looking objects. The egg-like things were about five feet tall and stood on short pedestals that raised the eggs a few inches off a floor that was coated in a light layer of phallite slime. There were about ten different eggs around the room. Some were different colors or had markings on them. The pedestals were all carved with symbols that I couldn’t recognize.

Ona was already seated on the pink mound, luxuriating in its soft, warm, slimy surface.

“So,” she said to Makala, shrugging off her swimsuit so her bare skin could press better against the soft mound. “You prophesized I was something like the mother of thousands but also a gaping, slathering whore. Tell me more.” She smiled.

Olympia entered the room, interrupting before Makala could answer.

“Everyone, clear out,” Olympia said. “These look like eggs – as expected. I want a full set of tests before anyone contaminates anything more than they already have. Ona, get up. You shouldn’t be touching that thing until we know what it is.”

“Oh, come on,” Ona purred. “It’s soft, and slimy, and nice.” She nuzzled in deeper.

Olympia reached out and pulled Ona harshly to her feet.

“If you still want to be part of the science team, you need to get busy,” Olympia said, slapping Ona on her ass. Ona mumbled something and followed the twins out of the room and up into the lab to gather their gear.

Everyone was anxious to find out more about the room, but Olympia shooed us all out into the nexus, saying the team needed a day for tests. So we all filtered back up to the house for the rest of the day, doing the normal mundane crap we do every day.

The next morning, Olympia called us to the lab and assumed her college professor tone, along with some Powerpoint slides on a screen behind her. I rolled my eyes. Once a lecturer, always a lecturer.

“We’ve done a complete check of the brood chamber. There are a number of eggs which seem to contain different creatures. Each egg contains a slightly different creature, but all of them seem to have one thing in common.”

“What is that?” I asked.

“They’re all full of eggs of their own.”

“So they will hatch pregnant?” Clementina asked.

Olympia nodded. “Appears so.”

“Is there anything toxic?” my mom asked.

“No, nothing toxic, but we aren’t sure what the creatures inside the eggs are for and why they are full of eggs. I’d like for us to consider breaking one open and conducting an autopsy on the creature inside.”

Alura and Makala had been hovering in the back while we spoke. Makala spoke up.

“But you would kill it,” she said.

“It’s better than one of us dying.”

“None of you will die from the brood. The creatures in the eggs are here just to breed workers who will do what we tell them. There is no danger, just a rather lusty fertilization ritual.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re immortal,” Olympia fired back.

“None of us will be immortal anymore if we fail in our mission.”

The rest of the room had been watching the two sides go back and forth, now there was a pause in the conversation. Suddenly I realized all eyes were on me.

“You’re the One,” my mom said. “What do you think we should do?”

I wasn’t used to being the decision maker in an argument like this, so I punted.

“Let’s just do a show of hands. Who thinks we should sacrifice one of these eggs and do an autopsy?”

Olympia raised her hand. Demeter and Athena looked at the floor nervously.

“And who thinks we should just go forward with this fertilization ritual without anymore tests?”

My mom, Ona, Alura, Makala, and Clementina all raised their hands. The twins abstained.

Olympia bowed. “I disagree, but the consensus has spoken.”

We sauntered back down to the brood chamber. Ona immediately leapt back on the pink mound and the rest of us stood nervously around the room.

Makala was walked slowly around the circle of eggs, touching each one. As she did, each in turn lit up with a faint glow.

“You wanted to be a queen, so be it,” Makala began. “Each of these eggs contains a princess. Each princess produces eggs for a different type of brood. The mission of the princess is to put her eggs in the queen and help raise her brood. Once her eggs are in the queen, any one of us – or all of us – with a cock can fertilize the eggs. Me, Alura, Roshelle, Olympia, or even Eva.”

My mother, Eva, spoke up. “No, not me. I can do a tentacle trick but I don’t shoot out any semen.”

“Yet,” Alura said, and winked at my mother. “Give it time and you will – and probably soon.”

“All of you,” Ona interrupted. “I want every cock here inside of me. I want to be the gaping, slathering whore you prophesied.”

“So be it. Once the eggs are fertilized,” Makala continued, “they will grow rapidly into the brood. And once the brood has exited the queen, she can repeat the process with another brood.”

Ona was still luxuriating on the pink mound as she listened to Makala talk.

“So, you said we needed workers, right?” she said.

Makala nodded. “The caves need work, and I think you have also talked about widening the crawlspace leading to the chamber with the male and female statues so you didn’t have to walk to the barn to come down to the nexus, right?”

Clementina nodded.

“Then we need workers,” Makala said, then turned to Ona. “Are you ready?” she asked.

“I was born ready,” she said. She was already fingering herself as she lay on the pink mound, her body coated with the slime that oozed from the pink flesh.

Makala walked to one of the eggs. It was cream-colored with dark marbling throughout. She stood behind it, caressing it for a moment. Then she took one of her large, cream-colored nipples and squirted a streamer of milk across the egg. She slowly caressed the ovoid, working the milk into the shell. After a moment, a crack appeared. Little pieces of shell began to fall away and the thing inside slowly unfolded itself into the room, dripping slime across the already slick floor.

How to describe the worker brood princess. Initially words failed me.

Once completely out of the egg, her legs unfolded, she stood about five-and-a-half feet high. Not unlike Alura, from the waist up she had a mostly human form including a pretty face framed by dark red hair, and the usual large, pendulous milky breasts. But below the waist was something entirely different.

Her lower body was about four feet long and sprouted six long insect-like legs. Her carapace was black marbled with streaks of red, and on the top, in red, was the symbol on the pedestal where her egg had been.

Hanging down below her abdomen was an accordian-like thick cock-ish thing that was pulled close against her body.

She looked at Ona, and Ona looked back at her.

“Wow,” Ona said. “This is going to be freaky. Hi, I’m Ona.”

The worker brood princess nodded. “Hello Ona. I am the worker princess.”

“Do you have a name?”

“I am the worker princess. I have one purpose. I need no name.”

I glanced at Makala.

“Is this real? She has no name?” I asked.

Makala nodded. “Yes, she’s just a brood princess. You’ll find that the princesses are good at what they do, but they aren’t the brightest. They have never been named before.”

“We should give her a name,” I said. “We should give all the princesses names when we hatch them. Ona, you’re the queen and she’s your princess. What do you want to call her.”

“Rosie,” said Ona.

“Rosie?” I said. “Interesting. Why Rosie?”

“She’s the worker princess. I remember reading that during WWII they recruited women to do what were considered men’s jobs when the guys were overseas fighting. Their mascot was Rosie the Riveter. Since this is the worker princess, I can’t think of a more apropos name.”

“Wow,” I said. “Princess Rosie it is…”

“I am the worker princess,” Princess Rosie said. “I have no name.”

“You do now, baby,” said Ona. “Now come here and give your queen some of that freaky bug-cock action.”

Princess Rosie gave something between a nod and a shrug and moved towards Ona, positioning herself just in front of the pink mound with her front two legs up on either side of Ona, who was laying on her back. Princess Rosie leaned down. She and Ona kissed, then embraced, their mouths locked on each other, their milky phallite breasts pressing against each other, milk flowing down across their mounds and stomachs.

After a moment, they disengaged and Ona pulled Princess Rosie’s breasts up to her face, drinking the thick, rich milk from the half-insect princess’s breasts. Princess Rosie reached down and squeezed Ona’s own engorged chest, sending a stream of milk across her carapace.

When Ona disengaged, Princess Rosie reached down under her carapace and began stroking the thick cock-like thing that hung underneath.

That’s when things got really weird. The shaft that slowly hardened was a couple of feet long, thick, cruelly ribbed (it might have even been chitinous), and looked hollow. It was coated with a thick layer of slime that dripped down onto the floor underneath, puddling under the princess’s spindly insectoid legs.

Ona looked down at Princess Rosie’s growing appendage and for a moment something flashed across her face that might have been fear – or at least the passing second thought. But then it was gone. She spread her legs and pulled the princess’s shiny carapace closer.

Princess Rosie’s thick, harsh meat pressed against the outside of Ona’s meaty labia that were already parting – gaping open to reveal the deep, pink tunnels beyond. A steady trickle of slime was slipping from Ona’s snatch. She reached down and used both her hands to part her slit even further, making it ready for the princess’s strange, oddly-shaped cock.

The princess pressed forward, slipping her cock into Ona’s waiting snatch. Ona moaned as the thick, course, tube pressed inside. She lifted her legs up around the princess’s carapace and rested her heels on the back of the spindly spider-like legs as Princess Rosie pressed deeper. Ona leaned forward, wrapping her arms around the upper human body of the princess, pulling the heavy breasts towards her mouth, sucking on the long nipples as the half-human, half-insect creature pushed her heavy cock-like appendage further in.

Over a foot was now inside Ona, who had moved her lips up past the princess’s breasts to her mouth, kissing her, letting their tongues intertwine. Princess Rosie had stopped pushing further in and instead the back of her carapace began a rhythmic motion, pushing her sharp, harsh cock in and out of Ona’s pussy. Ona’s thick labia pulsated as each heavy, bony rib of the princess’s insect cock moved in and out of her, pulling her sheath out and pushing it back in with each stroke. Thick streamers of slime slid down the insect princess’s meat, mingled with the slime coming from Ona’s snatch, and ran down across her slick pouting asshole and extended sheath.

Ona leaned back, closing her eyes, her heavy, milky breasts pointing skyward, streamers of phallite milk arcing through the air. The princess leaned down and planted her lips on Ona’s long, wide nipples, sucking out mouthfuls of her rich, intoxicating phallite milk. The pulsating motion of the princess’s carapace increased, sliding her meat in and out of Ona’s pussy faster and faster. Ona moaned as the hard ribs of the insect princess’s cock dragged against her own softer pussy. Ona’s sheath gripped Princess Rosie’s shaft and stretched out with each stroke. A little bit of blood tinged the slime pink.

Ona gave another moan and arched her back as an orgasm rocketed through her. The princess also moaned. Unexpectedly, she reared back, roughly ripping her cock free from Ona’s vagina and stretching Ona’s fleshy sheath, pulling it several feet out of her snatch. Princess Rosie rose on just her two rear insect legs, her thick bug cock sticking in the air in front of her, Ona’s sheath attached to the end.

The princess gave a moan of her own and her entire body shook. Suddenly her cock pulsated, shooting a large mass of eggs down Ona’s sheath into her body. A second shudder and a second mass of eggs, then a third, then a fourth. The egg masses made up thick, squishy balls as they slipped down Ona’s slick, slimy sheath and into her womb. More egg masses slipped from the princess’s cock, down Ona’s sheath and into her body. Ona moaned again. As more and more masses of eggs poured down her sheath and into her, her stomach began to distend, sticking out in front of her like a pregnant woman, except larger. Her stomach jiggled and shook with the mass of eggs she was carrying, shaking like jelly and spreading outward.

For the first time since the show began, Makala spoke up.

“Time to fertilized the eggs,” she said. “You heard the gaping slathering whore, everyone gets a turn.” She reached down and began stroking her thick blue cock and bringing it to attention. A heavy load of slime slipped from the tip. In a very deft motion, she reached down and turned Ona over onto all fours without interrupting the flow of eggs from the princess down the sheath and into the Ona’s ever-expanding stomach. Positioning herself above Ona’s open asshole and straddling the sheath that was still pumping eggs into Ona’s body, she slid her gargantuan cock into Ona’s already-stretched asshole.

As Makala began stroking in and out of Ona’s asshole, Ona pointed at me.

“Get in my mouth, we aren’t done until every cock in this room unloads inside me.”

I shrugged and began stroking my own meat, pulling it up and getting it hard. It had already been partially erect just from watching the bug fucking Ona, but I brought it all the way to attention, then hovered it in front of Ona’s face. I was about to ask if she was okay, but she smiled and opened her mouth.

“All the way in, baby,” she whispered as she opened her lips wide, sending a long thread of slime slipping off the end of her chin.

I didn’t have to be told twice. My cock was long, hard, and ready for action. I slowly slipped it into Ona’s mouth, pressing deep into her throat, through the special portal in the back, and entering into the deep phallite tunnels beyond. Ona closed her eyes as I pressed my purple, pulsating, slime-covered cock deeper and deeper. A little over a foot in I felt pressure and realized I had reached the ever-expanding mass of eggs in Ona’s center.

In front of me Makala was ready to come. I paused as she closed her eyes, and I felt a rush of thick seed pour from her cock into Ona.

As Makala slowed her motion, I pushed the rest of the way into Ona’s egg chamber and began to fuck her in earnest, my balls banging against her slime-covered chin. The sensation was like fucking a hot bowl of caviar, and I could see Ona’s extremely distended abdomen shake with each stroke I gave. The sensation was overwhelming and I understood why Makala came as quickly as she had.

While I worked myself in and out of Ona’s mouth, Makala had slipped from her ass and moved to the side. Princess Rosie had pulled back, disengaging from Ona’s sheath. Alura appeared behind Ona and slipped her own cock into Ona’s waiting asshole.

Watching this while feeling my own cock slipping in and out of the thick tapioca-like egg mass inside of Ona pushed me to the edge. I felt my balls tighten, and thick ropy masses of my semen shot into the eggs. I moaned and slowly slipped out, making room for Alura to slip her cock all the way into Ona’s asshole and into the egg mass.

As I pulled out of Ona’s mouth, Olympia was already standing beside me, her long, hard cock at attention and ready for action. Ona just complacently opened her mouth, and Olympia slid inside.

Alura, her tentacles slithering all around her, worked Ona’s asshole over as Olympia waited her turn.

I turned to my mother, who was watching tentatively, not sure if she should join in.

“What are you waiting for?” Makala asked. “Get ready, you’re turn is next.”

“But I’ve never actually shot any seed yet,” she said. “My cock is just a mass of tentacles.”

“Don’t worry,” Makala said. “The semen will come with time. Just take your turn.”

My mother nodded, then began pulling several of her labia tentacles up in front of her like Alura had shown her, forming a psuedo-cock.

Alura, meanwhile, was finishing up on Ona’s asshole, loading thick streamer after thick streamer of her juice into Ona’s egg sac. Ona’s disstended stomach hanging down underneath her was pressed against the pink mound she knelt on, heavy, laden, and shaking with each stroke. Ona’s breasts seem to have grown as well, and they also hung down, resting on the pink, soft mound.

As Alura slipped out of Ona’s asshole, Olympia pressed the rest of the way into Ona’s mouth and began her own motions. Meanwhile my mother moved to position herself behind Ona.

“You’re the only one left,” Makala said to my mother, as we watched Olympia work her thick, slimy, eighteen-inch-long meat in and out of Ona’s mouth. “Get in position.”

My mother perched her cock outside Ona’s already gaping, slimy asshole. Ona’s sheath hung out almost a foot from her ass, and my mother lifted it up, pulled it across her cock, and began masturbating herself with it.

In front of Ona, Olympia was reaching an orgasm, shooting her load into Ona’s burgeoning egg mass. As she slipped from Ona’s mouth, Makala nodded to my mother.

“Your turn,” was all she said.

My mother looked hesitant, but did as she was told, slipping her tentacle cock into Ona’s slick, overused asshole. My mother began a steady but energetic motion in and out of Ona’s asshole, burying her meat deep inside the egg-and-semen mass that monstrously distended Ona’s stomach.

Ona moaned as my mother worked her tentacle cock in and out of her ass, stretching her already well-used sheath even more with each stroke. My mother rapidly increased her pace, pounding her stomach against Ona’s substantial ass, sending quivers through both Ona’s backside and her own milky, engorged phallite breasts.

My mother’s pace increased even faster, then faster. But as I watched, I could see a look go across her face. She slowed.

“I…I don’t think I can come like this. I don’t think I have any seed,” she said.

Makala nodded to me. “Finish her,” she said.

Never one to miss out on a chance to fuck my mother, I stroked my rapidly rising cock and moved in behind my mom. Her asshole was already puckering, her sheath hanging out several inches. I used my thumbs to part her ass, letting a big, thick glob of slime slide down from inside, then pressed my purple, pulsating, gaping cock head inside her.

She moaned as I pressed deeper inside, beginning a motion of my own that drove my cock in and out of my mother’s pink puckered asshole, but also her own meat in and out of Ona. She leaned her head back and we kissed as I slid all of my two feet inside her.

I reached around, cupping my mother’s phallite breasts, squeezing them, sending milk squirting out across Ona’s back. My own milk-engorge phallite breasts pressed against my mother’s back, coating it with my milk. I slid my hands down her stomach, feeling the distension caused by my cock deep inside my mother’s ass.

I increased my rhythm and my mother moaned again, to be echoed by Ona.

“When I come, so will you,” I whispered in my mother’s ear.

“Yes,” she whispered back. “Come inside mommy’s ass.”

My mother begging me to come in her ass was always enough to send me over the edge. This time was no different. My balls tightened and I shot a fresh load inside my mother. She gave a soft moan, I felt her own orgasm take over. Peering over her shoulder, I could see several shots of jizz shooting up her tentacle cock and into Ona.

I hugged my mother from behind.

“You did it,” I whispered in her ear.

She just nodded and turned her head to kiss me as she finished unloading into Ona’s body.

As my mother slowly withdrew from Ona’s well-worn ass, Ona rolled back over onto her back. Her stomach was hugely distended and sloshed when she moved. Her breasts were also distended, as if her abdomen had to make room for more eggs and semen so they used her breasts. She lay on her back across the pink mound and moaned, stomach tilted to one side, her overfilled breasts splayed out.

Ona smiled. “I am the queen. I am the gaping, slathering whore.”

“So what do we do now?” I asked Makala.

“We are patient,” Makala replied.

PART XX

“How long do we wait?” Clementina asked. She had sat down on the soft pink mound next to her sister, Ona, and was holding her hand. Ona, her stomach massively swollen, her breasts swollen as well, lounged on the mound. She didn’t seem to be in pain, but I couldn’t believe having that many eggs and that much phallite semen inside her abdomen was comfortable. And her throat, vagina, and anus had to all be really sore at this point after that pounding.

“It usually takes about 24 hours for the queen to gestate,” Makala said. “The worker brood princess will care for her during this time. There’s not much we can do for now. If we all reconvene back here first thing tomorrow, you should be here for the birthing.”

Clementina decided to stay near her sister, but the rest of us wandered back up to the house. I was exhausted from the morning’s adventures and after doing a couple of perfunctory chores around the house, spent most of the rest of the day napping, lounging around the pool, or playing games. I went back down to the brood chamber once to see how Ona was doing, but she hadn’t changed much.

I crawled into bed earlier than usual, thoroughly exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep.

I probably would have slept in left to my own devices, but dawn was just breaking when Olympia and my mother appeared in my bedroom.

“Wake up,” my mother said. “Ona is getting ready to give birth.”

Sleepily I pulled on a bikini, noticing that the top didn’t seem to fit quite right – had my breasts grown in the night? They felt heavier and milkier than usual. Shrugging, I grabbed a bottle of water and a granola bar for a quick breakfast, and wandered down to the brood chamber.

Ona’s situation had changed since the last time we had been there. The mound in her stomach was moving, shifting, squirming, like the mass of eggs was shifting around inside of her. Her breasts had grown even larger and milk-filled, though they were not squirming like her stomach was. Clementina was standing next to her sister, holding her hand. Ona did not appear to be in any pain, in fact she smiled when my mother and I entered the chamber.

“I think it’s time for the queen to give birth,” she said.

I walked completely around Ona and the pink mound, just taking in the situation. The rest of the human crew – Olympia, Athena, Demeter, my mom – all stood around near the princess egg circle watching. Makala and Alura – in their monster forms – were at Ona’s shoulders. Princess Rosie, her own breasts seeming to have grown overnight with milk, hovered at Ona’s feet, ready to act the midwife when the time came.

My bikini top still felt uncomfortable. I looked around the room and noticed that everyone else was adjusting their tops regularly. I could see the increased milk. Alura noticed me looking.

“You don’t think that Ona and the princess would be enough to provide milk for the entire brood, did you?” she asked. She lifted one of her green, laden breasts and squirted it playfully in my direction.

“I guess I hadn’t really given it much thought,” I said, wishing I had had the time to make coffee before darting down to the brood chamber.

An anxious energy permeated the room. I was about to ask Makala and Alura what to expect when Ona answered the question for me.

Ona’s eyes, which had been dreamily half-lidded suddenly shot open. Simultaneously a thick stream of slime shot from all of her orifices – mouth, vagina, ass. Clementina, who had been sitting beside her on the pink mound, reached for her hand, but Ona batted her away. The look of surprise on Ona’s face shifted – but I was unsure if the half-open eyes and parted lips indicated pleasure or pain.

Another surge of slime shot from her body. The mound of her abdomen had shifted again, spreading out, surging towards, pushing towards her slit, her ass, and her mouth. A convulsion rocked through her body and more slime poured from her orifices.

Ona gave another shudder, a moan. A fresh convulsion.

Then the egg flood began.

First it was her slit. Her thick, heavy labia, which were already pouting and parted, spread even wider. A surge of slime came through, then her slimy translucent sheath slipped out between her meaty lobes, hanging down heavily across her asshole. Her fleshy sheath hung there for a moment, dribbling thick slime from the end, then her meaty lips stretched wide, making room for the eggs tumbling out through her sheath, pouring onto the floor. The masses of eggs that had entered her body had been tightly packed clusters of tiny, round, slimy spheres not unlike fish eggs. However, what poured out of her stretched snatch now were larger, seeming to come in three sizes – smaller ones were the size of a small grape, medium ones were slightly smaller than a table tennis ball, and a small handful were larger, about as big as a large orange.

After the first surge shot out of her pink, pouty snatch, there was a pause, then Ona convulsed again. With this convulsion, her asshole gaped, stretched, and her anal sheath shot out a foot or more. And out of her sheath, still more eggs.

By this point it had become clear to me that Ona’s moans and cries were not of pain but of pleasure. She reached up, stroking her overly-engorged breasts, sending milk arcing into the air from her long brown nipples above wide aureole. My own breasts, already feeling swollen with milk became uncomfortable enough that I cast off my bikini top, letting them fall free, relieving some of the pressure but still they remained uncomfortably heavy. I seemed to have set the standard because Olympia, my mom, Clementina, Athena, and Demeter all did the same.

Ona’s moans and cries of orgiastic pleasure echoed throughout the chamber, and the slime on the floor deepened as more slime slipped from her gaping orifices, and from the rest of our bodies as our own arousal increased.

Ona’s mouth was open, she moaned, and as she did so, her last sheath popped out of her mouth, followed by a stream of eggs, accompanied by retching noises as her abdomen expelled ready-to-hatch eggs out through every available aperture.

Princess Rosie, her bug-centaur form hovering constantly around her queen, began gently pushing the sliming, pulsing eggs to the edges of the chamber to make more room for the flood of fresh eggs that poured from Ona’s body. How that many eggs had fit into her body was beyond comprehension. Shock after shock rolled through her and more and more slimy, pearly eggs slid from her three sheaths that were now each extended well over two feet from all three orifices. Her overburdened breasts shook with each heave. Her pussy lips parted wide to make room for the flood. Her asshole gaped an angry pink as a large egg pushed through the long sheath extending from its depths.

When the mountain in her abdomen had shrunken some, Ona rolled onto all fours and gently lay down on her stomach and breasts, pushing the last of the eggs out of her long, slimy anal sheath. Finally, she took a deep breath and smiled.

“Wow,” she whispered, rolling back over onto her back, her dark hair plastered to her head with a combination of sweat and slime. “That was fucking incredible. Any time we need a new brood, just let me know. Jesus.”

I turned my attention from Ona to the eggs that were pulsing and throbbing in the corner. Ona propped herself up on her elbows and looked around the chamber.

“Are they hatching?” she asked.

I peeked around the room towards the edges, where Princess Rosie had been shepherding the eggs. They lay in piles up against the walls, pearly and coated in thick slime. They pulsed and throbbed in the pink glow from the center mound. There seemed to be about a half-dozen of the larger eggs, perhaps twenty or thirty of the medium eggs, and a myriad of the smallest ones.

As if on queue, the several larger eggs rolled out away from the piles, coming to rest in the slime on the floor. We all stood around watching expectantly. Makala and Alura knew what to expect, as did Princess Rosie, but the rest of us were in the dark.

The leather shell of one of the eggs suddenly split open. The thing inside didn’t emerge like Princess Rosie had, but rather sort of fell out of the soft thick shell of the egg. When unfolded, it stood about a foot tall and was a tiny version of Princess Rosie – six bug-like legs and a carapace attached to an upper body of a phallite-female.

“That is a Centurion, they direct the workers” Makala said, as Rosie reached down, picked up the newly emerged creature and pulled it to her breasts, where it suckled. Another large egg split open and another centurion emerged, which Makala suckled. The other four large eggs split open in rapid succession, and my mother, Clementina, Demeter, and myself all took a Centurion to our bosom, letting the tiny creatures drink the milk from our overfilled breasts. It was a relief.

After all six centurions emerged from their shells, the twenty or thirty of the mid-sized eggs rolled out free of the stack and into the middle of the floor.

As with the Centurions, the medium shells split open, except this time they were not Centurions, but eel-like creatures. They rather looked a lot like smaller phallites, but pale gray and only about four inches long.

“These are the weavers,” Makala said. “They weave whatever the workers need to complete their tasks. All they need is the raw materials in the cave and slime.”

The weavers must have had some kind of an innate directional sense, because they each honed in on a different one of us, and after a moment each of us had taken a seat in the slime on the floor to make it easier for the five or six weavers suckling at our breasts. The weavers felt a lot like small phallites as they moved across your body, coating it with slime. I had a Centurion and a weaver sharing one nipple, and four more weavers tag teaming the other. The mouths of the weavers were small but big enough to suck in the end of the entire nipple in their mouths. Their sucking motions sent shivers down my spine and bringing my cock to attention.

I had ditched my entire bikini, and one weaver, apparently sated with milk, crawled down my stomach to my cock, wrapping itself around my semi-hard meat. I felt my erection grow as the creature made circles up and down the shaft. The centurion had disengaged from my breasts and was now rubbing her tiny breasts up against my cock. I glanced over at Makala and one of the weavers was similarly working on her cock. As another weaver had its fill of my breast milk, it too moved down to my growing cock, moving slowly around my meat in synch with its comrade. My mother’s centurion was perched on her stomach running her tongue up and down her meat.

“Is it normal for the newly-hatched brood to do this?” I asked Makala.

She didn’t even open her eyes, enjoying the ministrations of three weavers and the centurion, while another couple weavers still worked on her breasts.

“Yeah, isn’t it fucking awesome?” she replied, tossing her horned head back in pleasure.

I glanced over to Clementina. The weavers on her had moved away from her heavy, milk-laden breasts to her meaty labia and several were pressing inside her slit. A couple more were circling the pearly sheath that was poking out of her pink, pouty asshole. I watched as I felt a weaver poking at my own anus.

I was so lost in the experience that I had forgotten about the huge mass of small eggs that still hadn’t opened yet.

I didn’t hear them hatch, the chamber held no sound besides that made by us enjoying the Centurions and the weavers. But suddenly, an army of small beetle-like creatures descended upon us.

The sensation was indescribable. We all were laying on the floor toying with Centurions and the weavers, when we were engulfed from all sides by thousands of tiny beetles. There must have been five or six per egg and when they hatched they made straight for the largest things in the room. In this case it was us humans or cave creatures.

From next to me I heard Makala whisper, “ah, the drones” before she was smothered under the mass of insects.

The beetle-like drones spread across the room, coursing through the slime effortlessly and crawling up onto our naked, slime-covered bodies. I thought initially they were interested in milk like the weavers and the Centurions, but instead they were interested in our orifices.

The beetle-drones pushed on my asshole. I fought against them. I had had a lot of things inside me in the weeks since that fateful night I came over to look at Clementina’s plumbing, but something in me rebelled at the idea of having these beetle creatures swarming through my innards. When I tightened my sphincter, they changed their tack, crawling up my cock and poking at the tip.

“Hey…” I started to complain, but my cries were drowned out when a horde of drones poured into my mouth. I coughed, choked, spitting several of them out as I retched out a ball of slime.

“What the fuck,” I managed, trying to push the swarming horde off my body, struggling to keep them from pushing inside my asshole, or penetrating my mouth again. I pushed myself up back into a sitting position. The Centurion and the weavers had moved over against the pink mound, making room for the hordes of the drones. I made my way to my feet, trying not to hurt the drones them but trying to get out from under their swarm.

By now the floor of the room was one moving mass of drones. I pushed myself to my feet and swept the beetles off my bare body. I wanted out, I wanted to be free of the horde. I needed to go.

I turned towards the door, trying to softly push my way through the pile of drones that was now three or four inches high, squirming, writhing, making a soft, high-pitched keening.

Then above the noise of the drones, I heard another sound, a moan in my mother’s voice. Then one in Clementina’s. These were not moans of pain, they were moans of pleasure.

I had been so focused on my own drive to escape that I hadn’t even considered what anyone else was going through. I looked around the room.

Where my mother had been, all I could see was a mound of drones, squirming, writhing, coating my mother’s body, pushing in where ever they wanted, entering her mouth, her ass, her tentacle snatch. The same thing for Clementina, for Ona, for all the others. Several mounds were surmounted by drone-covered cocks sticking up in the air, semen and slime coursing down the bodies of the drones coating them.

I was the only one afraid.

I looked back down at the mass of drones that were covering my legs. Somehow they had sensed my fear and anxiety and backed off, stopping just above my knees. They had paused and a myriad of little beetle eyes looked up at me.

I took a deep breath. My cock, which had lost tone started to come back to attention as I slipped back to my knees and gently leaned back, letting the tide of drones overtake me, relaxing my muscles and letting them go where they pleased.

They first pushed their way inside my asshole. First a tentative few, then when I didn’t react negatively, a few more, then finally a surge, a tide, a flood of drones poured past my sphincter and into my ass. More swarmed over my body, climbing my cock, teasing the tip, and crawling down the long urethra running along the underside of my meat. More drones climbed up my head, across my face, pushing into my mouth, down my throat, and deep inside my body.

I looked down. Underneath the pile of drones I could see my stomach beginning to bulge. The number of drones inside me increased as more of them poured up my ass and down my throat. I closed my eyes and let my head sink onto the slime-covered floor as the sensations of the creatures inside me and outside surged through me. It was incredible. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

My ass was stretched wide and my sheath extended at least a foot as more drones surged inside me, writing in my body and making me moan.

I felt eyes on me and turned. My mother was watching me be swarmed by drones as she was being swarmed herself. She smiled then turned on all fours, her drone-filled stomach distended in front of her and laying on the slime-filled floor. It was hot in a really weird way. My mother turned her asshole towards me, her sheath sticking out and hanging down, filled with drones that were still pouring inside of her.

My mother beckoned me.

“But, won’t I hurt the drones if I fuck you?” I asked, barely able to get the words out around the beetles coursing around in my mouth.

From one of the mounds of bugs came Makala’s voice.

“Don’t worry, the drones are practically indestructible. The only damage you could do might be to knock off a leg or an antenna, which they will grow back. So relax.”

With that, several things happened all at once. That seemed to be just the signal that some of the others were waiting for, because a mound that turned out to be Clementina opened her asshole and took Olympia’s meat. The twin sisters Athena and Demeter paired off with Alura and Makala respectively. And Princess Rosie stretched out Ona’s asshole and slid her entire forearm inside.

“What are you waiting for?” my mother asked.

Through the hordes of drones coating my meat, my body, my breasts, I managed to stroke my cock. As I realized just how tough and hard the little drones were, I became more strident about just pushing them out of the way. I approached my mother, my body covered in a squirming mass of drones and looked down at her pink, stretched, sheathed ass, which was a sea of drones, some pouring in and some pouring back out.

I used my thumbs to stretch her ass even wider, then sucked her long sheath into my mouth, taking a dozen or so more drones inside me. I pulled her slimy anal flesh deep down my throat. I no longer cared. I sucked slime and drones from my mothers ass sheath, then gave my cock another stroke and pushed it inside.

The sensation was unbelievable. Drones squirmed, shivered, crawled about inside my mother’s ass as I drove my two feet of meat in and out of her. The gushes of slime that cascaded from her ass and from my cock seemed to have little effect on the tiny creatures, and the mass of drones shook inside her distended stomach as I pistoned my thick meat in and out of my mother’s sheathed asshole.

Below her asshole, her tentacle labia grabbed onto my thighs and caressed my balls as I worked her over. My breasts shot milk across the hordes of drones the still covered the room. Drones still poured into my asshole and my own stomach was now distended as if I was pregnant, forming a huge squirming mass that quivered with each stroke of my cock into my mother’s ass. My breasts, which had finally released enough of their milk that they weren’t quite as enormous, hung across my extended stomach as I worked.

My mother moaned I could feel an orgasm working through her. I wasn’t ready to unload but I kept up the pace, reaching down and squeezing her milky breasts underneath the pouring mass of drones. She shook and quivered.

I glanced around the room. The entire space was covered in drones, coating several mounds that were clearly people in the throes of various stages of ecstasy.

My mother came again, her ass muscles tightening around my cock. I pulled my cock most of the way out, stretching her sheath that was tight against my meat. I stroked my cock with her anal flesh, then pressed back inside her, sliding it all the way in until my balls hit her tentacle labia. I felt my balls tighten. She came again, but I felt like I was still just getting started.

I looked to my right. Olympia was still working her heavy meat in and out of Clementina’s ass. Her own ass was puckered and crawling with drones in and out of her extended sheath. I came up behind her and she reached around, stretching her ass wide for me to slide in.

I slipped all the way, pressing inside Olympia even as I pushed her cock deeper inside Clementina. They both moaned as the drones writhed inside them. I pulled back out, stretching Olympia’s sheath out then pulling it inside my mouth, sucking slime and drones. My mother appeared beside me, having recovered, and we tag-teamed Olympia’s slimy sheath as she continued to ream Clemetina’s slimy bug-filled ass.

I pulled Olympia’s sheath back over my cock, pushed my mother back down on all fours, and shoved my meat back inside her ass with Olympia’s sheath still wrapped around my cock – stretching Olympia’s flesh several feet out of her body. Both women moaned simultaneously as I began working them over. I had made five or six strokes inside my mother when I felt a pair of hands grab my breasts from behind and Makala’s voice whispered in my ear.

“Do you want some cock, too?” she asked. I nodded and a second later Makala’s immense cock slipped into my sheathed asshole.

Drones were everywhere. The sensations of bugs inside me, Makala’s gargantuan cock pounding inside me, my cock inside Olympia’s sheath inside my mother’s asshole was too much.

I knew it was almost time.

From the area near the pink mound, came a sound, something like a whistle. I turned my head. The foot-high Centurions had climbed atop the mound and were making a sound, a call.

All at once, all the drones that had been swarming over us and through us, responded. Just as aggressively as they had been fucking us, now they just as aggressively began pouring out of every hole they could find – mouth, ass, vagina, cock, anything. The sudden sluice of drones from my body and from my mother’s asshole around my cock – and from my asshole around Makala’s meat – finally pushed me over the edge. My balls throbbed and my thick steaming semen dumped into my mother’s waiting ass and Olympia’s sheath. Makala came, pouring her own juice into me. My body shook as I came, and the drones swarmed out of my ass and mouth.

Within a minute, all the drones were making a neat little formation and following the Centurions out into the nexus.

Makala slid from my body as I slipped my cock from my mother’s ass and sank back into the slime on the floor. I moaned, and from around the room came similar protestations. Bodies, slime, semen, sheaths, covered the room.

“Wow, fuck,” Clementina said. “Is every brood birthing going to be like that?”

“It can be if you want it to be,” Makala said, smiling.

PART XXI

I shook my head as I slowly climbed to my feet and hunted around the room for my bikini. The others were doing the same. Ona lounged naked on her pink throne, her long sheaths still hung out of her ass and vagina, laying slickly across the pink flesh of the throne. The soft mound of the throne had molded itself roughly into a chair shape, and Ona sat quietly with a self-satisfied smile, letting the slow oozing of slime from the pink pile of flesh slip across her phallite features, mingling with the slime and fluids that trickled from her own orifices.

“So you wanted to be a queen,” I said. “Congratulations.”

She smiled.

“At least this time you don’t have to purge anything from me,” she said. I nodded. I leaned down, gave her a little kiss.

Shrugging my breasts into my bikini bra and adjusting my cock in the thong bottoms, I turned to Makala.

“So can we get these workers to expand that crawlspace so we can start going directly from the house to the nexus without either going out to the barn or crawling through that connector tunnel?”

The blue cave spirit nodded and turned to Princess Rosie.

“They are already at work,” the half-beetle, half-woman creature said. “It will take a couple of days, but it will be done.”

“Thank you,” I said.

I was ready to go back to the house and do some chores that were in my queue, and in the bigger picture, I was ready to move on beyond this adventure with bugs. There were other doors to be opened and much larger issues to confront. This had been fun, but we needed to get back on track. If I recalled correctly, we needed to start focusing on opening the door of the three.

I mentioned this to Makala, who suggested we take a day or two off, then come back fresh to work on our next set of challenges. A murmur of assent wafted through the room, and we all began filtering back out to the nexus.

In the nexus, the swarm of workers Ona had just birthed were already hard at work on expanding the tunnel back to the house. It guessed in just a couple of days the work would be done.

Back at the house, I ran through some chores, then Clementina, my mom, and I did a grocery run while Olympia and the twins spent the afternoon in the nexus and the lab, running tests of some of the workers and Princess Rosie.

The next morning, I woke up early. It was a warm day so I wandered out to the pool for a morning swim and found Alura, in her human form, already up and skinny dipping in the pool. I joined her. We swam a bit and chatted, but there was nothing sexual initially.

“You know there is one final thing you need to do for Ona and her brood,” Alura said as we leaned against the side of the pool. “Since you are the one.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. “Nobody mentioned anything yesterday.”

“You were pretty tired yesterday,” said a voice from the direction of the house. I turned and Makala was emerging, also in her human form.

“What do I need to do?” I asked.

“Princess Rosie needs new eggs,” said Alura.

“Eggs?” I said. “I have the wrong hardware for that. I have a cock, not a vagina. No eggs here.”

“True, but in order to make more eggs herself, she needs your seed.”

“Wait,” I said. “She needs semen to make eggs?”

“That’s right,” Alura said.

“Do I need to do this right away?” I asked.

“Before you need more workers you will need to provide her with your seed and give it a week or so,” Makala said. “Not that you need any more workers right now, but having Rosie cocked and loaded should the need arise isn’t a bad idea.”

As they talked, Alura and Makala had positioned themselves on either side of me. I could feel their hips pressing against my sides. Makala turned so her breasts pressed against my shoulder and her cock, slightly aroused, pressed against my own.

“So what do I need to do?” I asked.

“We can show you if you want…” Alura asked, sliding her hand across my breasts and down my stomach to my growing cock. She gave my thick phallite meat a stroke.

“You’re convincing me,” I said.

We climbed out of the pool and made our way down into the nexus. The workers looked like they had been at it most of the night and the crawlspace had been widened about a third of the way down to the chamber with the two statues and the steps beyond leading into the house.

We went into the queen’s chamber and found Rosie sitting in a corner. To our surprise, Ona was there, lounging on her throne.

“Have you been here all night?” I asked.

“No, I just woke up early and couldn’t get back to sleep, so I came down here. I like it here.”

There was something different about Ona that I couldn’t quite place. But something was changing. Having seen the change that being the dark queen had wrought on her, I was a little concerned, But I was fairly confident Alura and Makala would say something if anything awful was going to happen. I decided to just wait and see rather than ask up front.

Alura and Makala had returned to their cave spirit forms, and their green and blue skin, respectively, shone in the pink glow of the chamber. Makala’s seven foot frame, phallite curves, and monster cock stood next to Alura’s curvy upper half and mass of writhing tentacles below the waist.

Alura turned to Rosie.

“You need fresh eggs,” she said.

Alura moved forward and pressed her chest against mine, our milk-engorged phallite breasts squeezing together and oozing sweet phallite milk across our skin. Her mouth met mine, our tongues intertwined. A glob of slime slipped from my throat into my mouth, mixing with Alura’s slime, then sliding from between our lips and down our chins, to mix with the milk that was coating our breasts and stomach. I coughed and gagged slightly as more slime slipped up my throat and out my mouth.

More slime slid from my cock that was now at half-mast. Alura’s tentacles were wrapping around my meat, coating it with slime, stroking, bringing it to full attention. She ran her appendages up and down the shaft, teasing the underside of the head, and pulling it between us. I was at eighteen inches and growing fast, sliding into the cleavage between our pressed-together tits.

From within her mass of writhing tentacles, her own tentacle-like cock appeared. She slipped it up between our breasts as well, pressing our cocks together and sliding them slickly across each other between our heavy, pendulous, milky breasts.

Alura reached down and pulled one of my engorged breasts up to her lips, sucking on the long tip of the wide brown nipple. Gushes of intoxicating phallite milk poured into her mouth as she suckled greedily. She pulled in a mouthful, then lifted her face to my lips, passing the milk back and forth between us, mixing with slime until it formed a thick, frothy mixture that slipped from our lips and down our already slick, chests. More slime slipped from our cocks.

My cock was at full attention and fully extended, two feet long, thick, purple with a wide gaping hole at the tip. One of Alura’s tentacles slid up my meat to the tip, and then slipped inside my cock. I moaned as the thick appendage penetrated the opening, stretching it wide as it pushed in. The feeling of the soft tentacle sliding past the sensitive spot under the head of the cock – from the inside – made me gasp and a fresh load of slime slipped from the tip of my cock around the tentacle that was probing ever deeper and deeper inside my meat. The underside of my cock distended as she pushed further inside.

Makala, who had been watching the show, was now at full attention, her slimy rock-hard meat sticking up in front of her her milky breasts. She turned to Ona, who had been masturbating frantically, and pushed her back on the throne, kissing her on the lips. She picked up Ona’s vaginal sheath that was already extended over a foot, and pulled it across her cock like a sleeve.

Makala masturbated herself several times with Ona’s pink, slimy sheath before sliding her two-feet of cock into Ona’s pink, sliming, gaping vagina. Ona moaned, her asshole stretched from the pressure of Makala’s gargantuan cock in her slit, and her pink anal sheath popped out, slipping wetly across the throne and sending a thick thread of slime down the side. Makala picked up the sheath and pulled it out even further, pulling it up to her mouth and sucking Ona’s anal slime. She held it gently in her mouth and squeezed it between her breasts, tit-fucking Ona’s anal sheath even as she ground her meat in and out of Ona’s stretched snatch.

Alura slipped her tentacle slowly out from my cock and I moaned every inch of the way. She leaned forward and whispered into my ear.

“Are you ready for Princess Rosie?” she asked.

“I guess, what do I do?” I asked.

“You’ll find out,” she said, smiling and nibbling my ear. She gestured to the beetle-princess who was still standing obediently in the corner of the chamber. Princess Rosie crept forward on her six bug legs, her female upper half smiling softly in the pink light. She definitely looked like a beetle-centaur, as someone had called her a few days before. Her lower half was a shiny beetle carapace with six legs. Her upper half was a typical phallite female with large pendulous milky breasts. Hanging underneath her carapace was a thick, ribbed bug-cock. The cock was still soft but was dripping thick globs of slime.

Alura moved to the side and Rosie slipped in front of me, pressing her lips against mine, her tongue into my mouth. She tasted of the licorice scent of phallite sex. My cock squeezed between our bodies as she pressed her breasts against mine. I ran my hands down her back, then across the smooth, shiny top of her insect carapace.

Alura stood beside us, still nibbling on my ear and caressing me with her tentacles as Princess Rosie and I swapped thick globs of slime between our mouths. Something pressed against the base of my cock and I glanced down. The princess’s bug cock was growing. It stuck out a couple of feet from the underside of her carapace and was now pressing against the base of my cock.

The princess smiled and pulled back from me. She lowered her head and began sucking the end of my cock expertly, running her long tongue across the shaft and up the underside, teasing out great globs of slime that ran down the thick, pulsating purple pillar of my meat. She flicked her tongue across the gaping hole at the end of my cock and slipped it a few inches inside. I gasped as she licked the underside my cock head from the inside.

Tentatively I reached down and felt her bug cock. I had already seen her cock ejaculating glob after glob of worker eggs into Ona’s full, bulging stomach. I wasn’t sure what exactly she had in mind for me, but given how incredible the experience of birthing the brood was, I was willing to wait around and find out.

Princess Rosie’s bug cock was thick with ribs all along it. I ran my hand along it, coating it with slime and stroking it. Gently pulling Rosie’s head from my own cock, I bent down on my knees and pulled her slimy insect cock to my mouth. It slipped inside readily and I sucked, pulling thick globs of slime and licorice-tasting pre-come into my mouth. I ran my tongue around the tip, then opened my throat and the special phallite portal in the back. Then slowly I pushed Princess Rosie’s bug cock deeper down my throat. Between the chitinous ribs, the cock was flesh that could compress like an accordion.

The chitinous ribs around her cock meat caught on my throat and I gagged and retched, sending more thick streamers of slime out of my mouth and down Rosie’s cock. The princess had reared up and now only stood on four legs instead of six. Her front two legs she rested on my shoulders. Despite being bug-like, the pads at the ends of the legs were surprisingly soft. I looked up and could see Rosie and Alura engaged in a deep kiss.

I leaned forward to take still more of the Princess’s bug meat down my stretched throat, slipping down on all fours. I felt a rope of slime emerge from my asshole and slide down across my balls. Then someone was behind me, poking their cock at my asshole. A second later, tentacles wrapped around my hips and I knew Alura was getting into position. I moaned and I felt my anal sheath slip free and Alura slip it around her tentacle-like cock before sliding inside my waiting, gaping, ass.

I moaned and choked around the thick bug cock that was strangely compressed into my throat and only about six or so inches inside of me. Meanwhile, Alura pushed her cock into my ass, then gently took my shoulders and pulled me backwards and up. Princess Rosie’s cock stretched as it slide from my mouth, accordioning back out, rib by rib, gagging against my throat. Finally it popped free of my mouth, dragging out my throat sheath and leaving it hanging down across my chin and chest like a long second tongue. I sucked it back in.

Alura reached around and squeezed my breasts as her nearly-two-feet of meat pressed against my abdomen wall. She ran her hands down my stomach and masturbated herself through my stomach wall.

Princess Rosie rose up again, this time resting two front legs on my shoulders and her middle legs on my hips. With her carapace now tilted up at over a 45 degree angle, she towered over me. Her bug cock pressed against mine.

I glanced over to the throne and saw that Ona had rolled over onto her stomach and now Makala was reaming her monster meat in and out of the queen’s asshole, stretching her sheath out with each slimy stroke and ramming it back in. Both Ona’s and Makala’s substantial phallite asses shook with each stroke.

I turned back to Rosie’s bug cock. Suddenly, it was as if the princess’s meat had a mind of its own. It made a strange twisting motion, then stretched out so the tip was right against the tip of my cock. Alura pulled me back slightly and pushed my cock downwards. The tip at the end of Princess Rosie’s cock popped open, and my cock slipped inside. It happened suddenly, all at once, and before I knew what had happened I had eighteen inches inside of Princess Rosie’s bug cock.

The insect’s meat stretched outwards, gaps in the chitinous ribs expanding to allow my cock to fit inside. It was unlike any sensation I had ever experienced.

The princess leaned down and pressed her heavy, phallite breasts into my face, smothering me with her milk-engorged mammaries. I suckled greedily, pulling her long nipples into my mouth, drinking up her licorice-tasting milk by the mouthful. The intoxicating effects of her phallite milk took effect almost immediately and I was even more euphoric and horny than I had been before.

Princess Rosie had been slowly motioning her carapace, sliding her cock up and down my own monster erection. Now I began to match her motions, and my cock slicked wetly through the thick slime in her meat.

Alura behind me matched her motions to ours and slid her tentacle cock in and out of my asshole. Reaching down, she pulled my sphincter even wider with her fingers, sliding three more of her tentacles up my pink, gaping asshole and forcing them deeply inside me. I could feel her cock and her tentacles pressing against my abdomen, her other tentacles caressing my legs, my balls, my body. Meanwhile my cock sluiced in and out of the princess’s bug cock.

I heard Alura moan and glanced over my shoulder. Makala had disengaged from Ona and how had her cock all the way up Alura’s asshole underneath her tentacles. Simultaneously, something tickled my cock and balls from below and I looked down. Ona had slipped down onto the floor and was now underneath Princess Rosie’s and my cocks, licking up the slime that was dripping down from our meat, sucking at my balls, and licking my asshole even as Alura ripped her cock in and out of it.

“Take her from behind,” I heard Makala say. Almost as if taking a command, Princess Rosie pulled back from me, her bug cock accordianing backwards and slowly slipping rib-by-rib from my cock. As she moved back, her cock stretched outwards almost three feet before it popped free from my meat and slid backwards to hang underneath her insect body, dribbling long streamers of slime between her cock and mine.

The princess turned around and pointed her backside at me. I reached down and pulled her cock up to mine. The hole at the tip was pink and puffy. Ona pulled the bug cock down to her mouth and sucked a load of slime from the end before guiding it onto my cock.

Alura, her thick tentacle cock still deep inside my asshole, and Makala, with her own cock inside Alura’s ass, both pushed me forward. Princess Rosie’s bug cock compressed and the ribs accordioned against her body. Over a foot of my meat slipped into the princess’s carapace.

The princess let out a sound that I hoped was pleasure not pain. She arched the back of her human upper half and her milk-laden phallite breasts shot milk in a stream into the air. I could feel my cock had moved deep into Rosie’s body, inside her egg chamber. It was soft and lined with bumpy flesh. I pushed against her body as hard as I could, compressing her cock to the maximum and driving my own meat into her slimy egg factory. Gushes of slime coursed across my cock and shot out around her bug cock and across Ona’s face, who was licking my balls and Rosie’s squished bug cock.

The sensation was becoming too much. I felt my balls tighten. I knew I was going to unload any moment. Suddenly Alura came inside my asshole, sending thick sheets of semen deep inside of me, her cock pulsating with each load that shot into my anus. I thought she was going to pull out, but instead I felt something else press inside me. I glanced back and saw Makala had pulled out of Alura’s asshole and was now pressing her own meat inside of my anus next to Alura’s. Alura moaned and I suddenly felt her cock stiffen again as a fresh surge shot through her, brought on by Makala’s sudden penetration beside her.

My asshole was stretched wider than I had ever experienced before. I had two gargantuan cocks inside me, side-by-side. It was sore, but incredible. I moaned as fresh loads of come from Alura shot inside me even as Makala increased her own pace. A second later Makala shot her own juice inside me and Alura came a second time.

The loads of semen pouring inside me was too much. My balls squeezed and my seed unloaded into Princess Rosie’s bug cock and her egg chamber. The princess let out another moan as load after load of my thick ropy phallite seed shot into her carapace, even as both Alura and Makala shot their load inside of me.

Semen dripped in thick gobs from both Rosie’s and my bodies. Ona still lay underneath, sucking up the pearly fluid and swallowing it down, moaning.

Makala and Alura slipped from my asshole, but I wasn’t sure I was done. I pulled my cock back from Rosie’s bug cock, stretching the ribbed bug meat out over three feet as rib after rib pulled from my cock. Finally the last rib slipped free of my meat and her bug cock hung limply on the floor of the chamber.

I slipped to my knees behind Rosie, who was still shuddering in ecstasy. I straddled Ona, who continued to lick come from my asshole and sheath that hung out over a foot. She licked the base of my sheath and then pulled my still-partially hard cock towards her mouth.

I pulled Rosie’s softened bug cock up to my mouth and sucked loads of slime and some of my own come from her meat. I pushed her ribs tight against her body and slipped my thumbs into the tip, stretching her cock aperture open wide, running my tongue around the inside, filling my mouth with more mixed slime and come. Slime, semen, and bug fluids I couldn’t identify poured from her squeezed cock as I slipped two more fingers inside.

I was still on my knees, dripping come from my ass that Ona was diligently sucking. My sheath was deep down her throat.

Princess Rosie made another moan. Her carapace shuddered and, to my shock, opened, sliding to the side to hang almost like saddlebags. Underneath was a pink, pulsating sac, still filled with my come and slime. This was where I had shot my load. Around the sack was more pink flesh, soft and slimy.

Seeing that pulsating, vein-covered insect sac made me horny in a way I didn’t know I could be.

“Again,” Rosie murmured. “Fuck me again. Stretch my egg sac. Fill me with your come.”

I couldn’t argue.

My cock was back at rock-hard position. Ona guided my cock to Rosie’s meat and I slipped inside. With her carapace open, I could watch as my gargantuan cock slid into her slimy bug meat. I pushed her chitinous cock ribs against her body again, and my cock slipped into the pink egg chamber. Without the carapace to guide my cock, the sac distended upwards and stood out. I leaned forward, angling my cock upwards and her sac stuck out almost eighteen inches from her carapace. Princess Rosie moaned as I began to pound her bug body anew. Each stroke made her thick, fleshy egg sac quiver and shake as I drove my two feet of meat into her bug cock and open carapace, which now oozed slime from every possible joint.

I reached down and took the sac in my hands, gently squeezing it tighter against my cock and pulling it up as I drove it in and out of her. It behaved similar to our human sheaths, and I was able to stroke it up and down, the thick slime shaking with each stroke of my hands and each stroke of my cock. I pulled my cock and her sac up between my breasts, tit-fucking her sac.

Makala, who had been watching this, drove her own cock back into my ass. I moaned in ecstasy as she penetrated deeper and deeper. Finally she pushed up into the hole in the back of my throat and I groaned as the tip of her cock popped into my mouth.

My balls tightened and a fresh load of semen poured into Rosie’s egg sac, distending and ballooning it between my milk-laden breasts. Rope after rope of semen shot from my cock as Makala pumped my asshole. I felt myself leaning forward, my tits and the princess’s egg sac pressing into her carapace.

Makala pumped my ass for what seemed like forever, and I lost track of how many loads I unleashed into Rosie’s sac. Finally I felt a fresh load of Makala’s jizz fill my throat. I moaned and came one final time into Rosie’s exposed egg sac.

Finally Makala slipped from my asshole, and I pulled out of Princess Rosie’s bug cock and egg sac.

We lay in the slime on the floor of the chamber, slowly coming back to our wits.

Finally, I sat up and shook my head.

“Do you think that maybe we could get back to this whole door-opening thing without any more interludes for bug sex?” I asked.

Makala smiled.

“Maybe…” she said, and winked.

[END CHAPTER 4]

[TO BE CONTINUED]