Metal Head Queen: Conception

Keira awoke to strange sounds. Moaning and panting, pleading little mews; indecent noises she heard sometimes passing a darkened window or disreputable alley. They certainly didn't fit with what she remembered from before getting knocked out by that... thing.

Carefully she opened her eyes; the room was dim, but overcast twilight filtered in through large paned windows, interior lit by Metal Head-yellow gems clustered along the walls and floor. Strange organic formations covered what was obviously human architecture; marble columns, plush carpet, tapestries bearing the crest of Praxis. Before the windows was a great dais, which seemed to be meant for a throne; and between that and Keira herself was a horribly fascinating scene.

Tess was naked, held with elbows bent above her head by an intricate framework; it seemed to be one single length wrapped over and around, the end looped about her throat. The other led up towards the ceiling; some structural beam or pole crossed the room, and it hooked over this, then led back down to a second figure. Dark-skinned, a strange purple hue, she crouched in front of the blonde, head at her crotch.

Upon her back was a formation that seemed heavy, but was held with ease; the contoured sides parted with organic lips to pass countless long tentacles, some half the width of Keira's wrist, others with the bulging thickness of her thigh. For the most part they tapered; one had wound up to restrain Tess' leg, another looped about her ankle, two crept between her legs. One of these had odd shapes within, and as Keira watched they shifted and rippled like eggs swallowed by a python.

The blonde's voice rose in pleading gasps; Keira couldn't imagine she was doing this voluntarily, but whatever the Metal Head hybrid was doing between her legs must have felt amazing, for suddenly Tess stiffened and cried out. Keira's eyes widened in alarm; the bulges within that tentacle surged forwards with every shudder, and with a sick certainty the young mechanic knew they were being deposited inside her Underground friend. Her gaze was held by the sight as the blonde's stomach betrayed a growing fullness, just a shadow at first, resting low between her hipbones. With frightening speed it swelled, bigger with every gasp and shudder until it was swollen in the undeniable shape of pregnancy.

How could she do that? Keira wondered. Her skin - it can't stretch so far, not all at once! But she didn't think she wanted to know; as much as she couldn't bear to leave Tess here, Keira couldn't do any good if she didn't get out of here herself. She would come back, find more survivors, figure something out. But she had nothing now, no way to help her, and that creature was distracted...

Carefully, as the dark woman stood to murmur and stroke Tess' belly, Keira rolled over to gain her hands and knees, hoping a crawl would be stealthy enough to escape. As she turned she saw a flash of red, dreadlocks and tattoos - Ashelin!! Keira didn't like Ashelin much, being the Baron's daughter and Captain in the KG after all, but she didn't deserve to be left here if she could escape. Unfortunately, one of those supple appendages tangled around her in lazy loops, crossing her stomach and chest, intertwined with her arms; Keira realized, if those were all connected to that creature, it would definitely notice if she tried to free the redhead. As much as she would like someone as strong as the Captain on her side, she didn't think it would be possible to get her out as well. No, any escape would have to be solo.

She crept forwards, eyeing the far end of the hall, which must have a door. But she'd not moved two steps before something tightened on her ankle, a sinuous hold that itself seemed living; Keira froze and looked back, realized in horror that a tentacle had been looped around her ankle, and she never noticed!

Glancing backwards, she was gratified (shamefully) to see the deadly hybrid fully engaged with Tess, one hand between parted thighs as the two tentacles moved relentlessly, lips locked, spare hand pulling at the blonde's nipple so hard it looked painful. It didn't seem to have noticed her... Keira decided the grasp upon her ankle had been an automatic reaction. Maybe... if she slipped her foot out of her boot...

Tess screamed again in the background, sound muffled by the jaw that held hers in an obscenely deep kiss, hips bucking as the bulging tentacle rippled to force more eggs deep into her belly. Keira forced herself not to look, even as the blonde's stomach swelled again, her skin stretching to accept the increased bulk. Cautiously the teenager reached down, loosened the snaps of her boots, then started to wriggle her foot out. It seemed to work; she didn't think the tendril noticed, so long as the surface of her boot didn't move, it would let her wriggle around...

Then she was free; Keira scrambled backwards, heart racing as she prayed the door would be unguarded. She was so close, she didn't want to think about what might happen to her if she was caught; that thing might do to her what she'd done to Tess, or maybe it would just rip her open like those poor men she'd seen earlier. Neither were good options to the young elf, and she turned to crawl, to see where she was going, when a dark voice spoke clearly in the now-quiet throne room.

"Goodness, what a spry, eager young thing you are." Keira let out a thin shriek of terror as a tentacle suddenly wrapped around her waist, trapping her arms at the side; she would have fallen forwards, but it pulled her back, lifting her clear off the floor with incredible strength. "And unwrapping yourself already! Very convenient."

Nude and startlingly adult, the hybrid queen stepped around her own tentacles, the lengths shifting with unconscious ease around her feet and behind her back. Keira flushed despite her terror; she had only ever really seen herself naked. The dusky-skinned female had wide hips, smooth thighs rippling with corded muscle, breasts large and proud tipped by warm, dark nipples. With no pubic hair, her torso looked naked and alien, the strong female curves showing rippled stomach muscles above the cradle of her pelvis; below, dusty purple turned to a soft pink as the folds peeked beyond her outer lips.

Holding Keira up, the Queen stepped closer to investigate. Terrified, the girl kicked out, one foot still armed with a heavy-soled shoe; with a flawlessly even temper, the hybrid snaked another tentacle out to catch one foot, then another. She flipped open the catches on Keira's remaining boot as she passed, and it was slipped off by eager tendrils.

"No - you stay away from me! Leave me alone!!" The mechanic closed her thighs tight, knees pressed together stubbornly. Without lifting a hand, the Queen waited as tentacles slid up her victim's calves, grasped her knees, and prized them apart. Calmly the woman took the final two steps to stand intimately close, the sides of her hips pressing against Keira's thighs.

"Y-you let me go, do you hear me?? I mean it!" The girl's voice was shrill with fear; god, what if this thing did to her what she did to Tess? No please... she wanted her first time to be with Jak... she'd thought about Erol too, some nights, that would have been okay. More than okay. But this woman, this alien thing with a gem on its forehead, not just a stranger but an enemy and a murderer, the blood of every male from Port to Slums on her claws...

"And what will you do, little flower," her captor murmured, fingers working idly to unsnap her suspenders. "No, shh, you're just frightened. That's all right. How old are you, dear?"

Keira was blindsided by the question (and the pet names), stammering as dark fingers unhooked her belt. "Uh - s-sixteen." Was that good? Should she have fudged it - older, younger? Maybe it only wanted older women, maybe she should have tried to pass for fifteen or fourteen.

"Well, so young!" The sound of a zipper underscored her words. Keira's sheer panties, now bared, showed the dark blue of pubic hair underneath. "No wonder you're scared. But it's all right, you know, I'm very young myself. I'm not sure exactly how old I am, it was so hard to tell time at first, but I would put myself at two months. Yes, that's about right."

The entire time she spoke, her fingers worked, pulling down zippers and freeing clasps that were too nimble for the end of her tentacles. With an easy motion she set her claw edge to Keira's pants, ripping along the inside seam from the bottom edge of the zipper; it truly was no more than tissue paper to her. The same razor edge slit down the front of her shirt; the teenager felt her heavy breasts come free, and blushed, terribly uncomfortable and embarrassed. She was down to her underwear now, and was desperately grateful for them, even though she knew it couldn't last.

"So young, you haven't been with anyone, have you? No, you needn't tell me, I'll find out. Be patient, lovely." Keira was lifted up, legs held firmly apart, the Queen's breasts coming to rest against her thighs as her ribcage drew even with full lips that concealed deadly teeth. A long, tapered dark tongue flicked across the mechanic's skin, and Keira wondered if maybe she ate younger humans. Maybe it was a good thing she hadn't fudged her age lower.

Patient and thorough, the Queen licked at her target's belly just as she had for Tess. No inch was left even the slightest bit dry, and as her skin chilled in the air Keira thought it felt - how did it feel? Warm, beneath the cooling air itself; tingling? Was there something in her saliva, a specialized or unnatural element that her skin was reacting to? Did the Queen even know what she was doing, why she was doing it? Why....

In sharp recall, Keira remembered Tess' belly, flawless and swollen with eggs without a single painful split or stretch mark. That tongue was lapping with dedication across every part of her stomach likely to distend, from the base of her ribs, her sides, the curve of her belly (too fat, she always thought, but Daddy said not to be silly and if she was going to dress that way she might as well know that a woman's body was supposed to have that curve) and rise of her hipbones.

Keira could put two and two together. Whatever that smooth tongue left on her skin was likely to enable her to stretch without injury. That meant she was planning on doing to her exactly what she'd done to Tess.

"Please, no - I don't want - I've never even - please, just please don't, please," she begged, voice going rough with desperation. The Queen just smiled at her, tongue giving a final, impossibly long lap above her panties; the waistband felt damp from the edge of that smooth muscle rimming beneath it.

"I said don't worry, anxious dear. I won't harm you. Even if you are a virgin, don't worry, I know what to do, I'll take the best care of you that you'd ever have - certainly better than any man." The word was spoken with spiteful distaste and a flare of an iridescent skull gem; Keira's stomach clenched for fear of sharp teeth and claws mere inches from her crotch. But the Queen calmed herself, smiled again. "You're fortunate, you're lucky. Just relax."

The elegant, high-browed head dipped to the teenager's crotch, thin white fabric a negligible barrier between herself and tender curls. Her nose brushed Keira's crotch, eyelids fluttered heavy as she analyzed the scent.

"Sweet and tender... yessss. You are a virgin. Oh, this will be enjoyable."

"Sweet Eco please no," Keira moaned softly, but the feeble protest turned into a surprised squeal as she found herself suddenly upended, with a nice view of the floor and the Queen's strong-arched feet. She struggled, hoping now she could close her legs, but the grip upon her thighs hadn't faltered; fingertips brushed the tender inside of her leg, dark breasts pressing against her well-licked belly. Keira's own hung upside-down, pressing against her chin if she tried to look up too far, and quite effectively blocking her view. Darn breasts!

Gently the Queen worked her fingers under the edge of the young mechanic's panties by her crotch, pulled it away from her lips. Experimentally she worked the fabric back and forth, watching how it pressed tight against the teenager's ass, then the mound in front, forwards and backwards. She thought it appealing, and let the fabric lay over her fingers as she lowered them to stroke gently at waiting lips. The girl's hair was soft and fine.

Unable to see, Keira struggled not to break down begging as fingers spread her lips beneath her panties. A single digit dipped into her folds, slid back and forth, much the same way the woman had toyed with her underwear. The movement was repeated again, and again, infinitely patient as the gesture whispered over labia and clitoris. The reaction of Keira's body was inevitable, and her captor gave a humm of pleasure at burgeoning wetness.

Firmly, her panties were tugged to the side, one leg hole stretched to bare her crotch. Keira wasn't quite completely naked, but she wasn't sure if the fabric pulled tight across her hips and to one side of her privates was an improvement. Oh god, her captor would see everything now; a whimper escaped the girl's throat as breath ghosted over her damp crotch. Then something warm, wet and flexible touched her; the mechanic let out a startled, distressed squeak at the unexpected move. She couldn't see, couldn't predict what was coming, only react as it happened; at the mercy of what she felt, the girl barely knew what was actually being done between her legs. The sensation of another person touching her was completely foreign.



Wet and dexterous, it probed around her hood, explored the folds that branched off from that sensitive point, and wandered downwards. It seemed very interested in the dip it found below, stroking back and forth, pressing a little firmer each time; finally the tip nudged downwards with determination, and Keira cried out as it brushed something tight and sensitive. Mercifully it didn't insist upon entry; it felt around, circling, brushing the hymen with a skillful, delicate touch. Finally it withdrew; the virgin could have sobbed with relief.

However the Queen was far from done, and that warm probe continued further backwards. The tentacles holding her shifted, pulled her knees forward to tilt her hips; fingers pressed against her butt, prying her ass wide. Her panties slipped into the crack, tight and uncomfortable; the Queen's confident hand slid beneath the garment to pull it aside, and the stretched garment tightened where it lay bunched between damp curls and thigh. The warm, wet touch continued, and Keira panted in disbelief as it swiped across puckered skin.

What was she doing??

Whatever it was, she seemed very sure about it, rubbing and pressing against the teen's second entrance as skillfully as she had everything else. There was a warm ache as her body responded to the touch, and with firm, insistent pressure the visitor slid inside. The length didn't go far, and Keira would have felt thankful for small mercies if she hadn't noticed the exceedingly odd sensation of the tip roving about her insides.

A cold pit grew in Keira's stomach as she realized the creature might be lining her... her insides with the same substance she used on her belly, to increase elasticity. She couldn't bear to think about what THAT might mean, what this hybrid of science and Eco would possibly want with her digestive system. Fortunately(?), she was distracted as the tongue slid deeper now, moving in slow, firm thrusts, always pressing in a little more.



How long is her damn tongue?? Keira wondered in disbelief. She could feel it thickening against her back entrance, encouraging her wider, and still it had more to go. The strangest proddings and movements rippled between her ass cheeks, a funny shiver and tingle spreading from the entrance and crawling all the way up her spine. Keira had no idea if that was natural or something the creature was doing to her.

Finally the tongue seemed to reach its limit, or simply the Queen had gone as deep as she wanted. It withdrew far faster than it had entered; Keira squeaked as the sensation made her muscles tense, an involuntary reaction tightening her thighs and butt. The Queen's hands were moving again, and with a sharp sound of tearing fabric, the crotch of Keira's panties were torn through; the halves brushed her low back and stomach.

A shift of steely muscle from the coils trapping her arms against her sides was all the warning Keira got before she was returned upright; the twist made her dizzy, and her breasts hung in the right direction once more. Tousled hair hung in her face, and the Queen smirked as she brushed her shaded bangs aside. Keira licked her lips, searching for the right words that would spare her from Tess' fate. While she was deliberating, the tentacles holding her knees crept upwards in tight spirals, immobilizing her thighs in a grip more secure and infinitely more comfortable than chains.

"I... y-you don't have to do this, I mean - to go to so much trouble... I mean there must be another way to do - what you need to do. I could - look, I could help, maybe we could figure out something more... e-efficient?"

Unsurprisingly, the Queen didn't find this convincing. "I think it's time we found something more constructive to do with your mouth," she stated, lowering the virgin girl's body to hip-height, suspended parallel to the floor. Keira found herself with an eyefull - a completely smooth, yet fully adult set of hips, pink showing between dusky purple outer lips. Steely muscles rippled in her thighs as her weight shifted, one leg propping itself up and to the side; Keira gasped and blushed, looking down at the floor.

But she couldn't avoid it for long, as strong fingers wrapped in her hair, forcing her neck back up and tugging her in close. The inexperienced teenager could smell her, dark and musky with the barest hint of metallic Dark Eco - a scent that told every inch of the Sage's daughter that this was dangerous. Light glinted off of perfectly hairless skin, the rise of full lips on either side of a prominent, rounded clitoris.

The Queen pulled Keira's hair, forcing the girl's mouth where she wanted it to go. "Now," she purred, voice tinged with velvet, "Make me happy."

Keira didn't know what she should do. Well, she could guess at what the Queen wanted her to do - but should she comply? Should she refuse? What if she bit - no, that would probably wind up with her dead. The dark-skinned woman held all the power here, she was so much stronger than Keira; the mechanic girl was like a kangarat before a Metal Head Grunt. Her only chance to stay alive - stuffed with those things, or not - was to cooperate.

Slowly she opened her mouth and began to lick - the taste was mild, sweet. The Queen allowed her little leeway; Keira could move her tongue back and forth, and her jaw, but she was pressed in too close to part her lips from the woman's flesh. This was, apparently, what she wanted; the smooth lips rocked against Keira's mouth as the hybrid encouraged her.

The rest of the mechanic wouldn't be forgotten either, it seemed. Her thighs were still held in a solid grip, spread wide as she bent at the waist. Her ears twitched to hear the soft slither of a new tentacle winding its way across the floor, but she couldn't look, couldn't see anything but the rise of the belly in front of her as her chin became wet with juices.

Expecting something to touch her crotch, Keira blinked as instead it brushed along her stomach, headed down towards her pussy. It wasn't a smooth tentacle like the rest; it seemed to be lined with numerous tiny filaments, and the tip of each one searching out her skin and sticking to it before getting pulled along. Each one was like a pinpoint suction cup, and it almost tickled.

Crossing her belly, the new visitor brushed against her curls; firmly it pressed directly between her lips, spreading them before its path. It felt normal when first it touched her, but the little pull of each tip as it detached from her lips, her folds, her clitoris - Keira jumped against the Queen's crotch, panting through her nose, tongue instinctively working faster as she gave a little moan.

Past her folds and the dip betraying her virgin entrance, across the perineum, then finally the tip probed at her rear and turned cleverly to press inside, easily broaching the loosened rim of muscle. Little sticky tips pulled at her folds and nub; they were wet, leaving a slick trail, and its passage inside her was smooth, though oddly textured.

If Keira thought the Queen's tongue was endless, this new intruder gave new meaning to the word. It simply didn't stop, sliding inside her and rubbing against her pussy on its way in. Keira didn't know how much room there was supposed to be inside of her, but the searching length seemed to know what it wanted, continuing deep inside her. Now and then there was uncomfortable pressure against a spot inside her abdomen, or a shift, but the feelings passed as it continued to delve inside her.

Soon she began to feel uncomfortably full, heavy; the tentacle sliding against the outside of her belly bowed outwards as her stomach swelled. She was nothing like poor Tess - at least, she didn't think so - but her abdomen was obviously laden.

Supple fingers tugged at her hair; Keira realized she had slacked off, and pressed her tongue against slick folds. It was distracting, and the less attention she could spare for the "work" going on beneath, behind and inside her, the less prepared she was for the feelings that raced up her virgin nerves. Her back and shoulders tingled, similar to the feeling the continual invasion evoked at her back entrance.

Finally, finally she was full, or at least the visitor decided it was done. It slowed, inched in a tiny bit more, then sat heavy in her taut belly. The tendrils snug against her folds didn't stop moving, searching and pulling at tender flesh. One of them wriggled close against her hood, and Keira stiffened, hips rocking against the alien sensation of her rounded stomach, the pressure against her vagina from inside making her crotch appear swollen and prominent. She licked harder, sucking the pearl of flesh under her lips, hoping to convince her tormentor to do something, anything, what she didn't know, but there had to be something more to bring this feeling to a head...

Then the tentacle reversed direction, pulling out as smoothly as it had entered. The sensation was horribly intimate, too close to the natural back-door function yet unbearably sexual. Keira murmured as the tingling built; her rim of muscle tensed, trying to slow or control the movement, but the length slid past heedlessly, the filaments no longer sticking and sucking but still writhing to press against her as they left. The relentless sensation took its toll and she mewed against wet flesh, a contraction rippling through her stomach. It wasn't precisely an orgasm, nor anything else she was familiar with; but the tentacle refused to be either slowed or hurried on its way, heedless of how its host's muscles pressed against it.

After what seemed like an eternity, the tip finally left her; Keira gasped in relief, mouth slack, but the Queen didn't seem to mind. "There, you did well," the hybrid praised. Keira's body was lifted to an upright position, though her legs remained spread wide; a dark hand pressed against her breast, massaged and rolled it about leisurely. "Now you're ready. Clean. You should be clean, for my babies."

Keira was for once too dazed to object, almost didn't notice the distinctive bulged tentacle coming her way. But she was an observant girl, and the sight woke her up quickly; she struggled, breasts bouncing as her shoulders tried to escape the unyeilding grip trapping her arms, the implacable loops spreading her thighs wide.

"Oh, now shh," the Queen soothed, as if quieting a startled yakkow. "Here, you don't have to look. I'll give you something nice to think about instead, mm?" Stepping in front of the frightened virgin to block her view, she rolled one nipple gently between her fingers, her other hand trailing down to probe dark blue pubic hair. Fingers slid across damp flesh, two spreading while one delved between; it slid to part her inner lips, tip probing that moist little valley. Confident and gentle, it came up against the delicate flesh barring Keira's entrance and probed tenderly.

"Nnh - please no," Keira mewed, afraid of that final, irreversible step despite everything her body had already endured. Even as she objected, the egg-bearing tentacle slithered up below her hips, followed one leg upwards and pressed between her crease. Keira's entrance had been loosened, but was still tense; she gasped, jerking like a fish on a line, butt clenching as if to stop it, ultimately a futile effort as it slid deep into her prepared body. "N-no!"

"Hush, hush." The dark head bent forwards, speaking intimately to Keira's ear, lipping the sensitive edge now and then as her fingers stroked the girl's hymen. "I won't break it. But I did feel, earlier, something..." Press, press, and then a slip. "Ah! Heeere we go," she cooed, middle finger easing into the teenager's body to the tune of Keira's startled gasp.

"It's usually not... solid," the Queen murmured. "That would be problematic. There's a little clearance, and yours is just... barely wide enough... oooh, and just the right spot, too." Her finger pressed up against Keira's pelvis; the teenager gasped for breath, wondering if that was the spot she'd heard so much about. No, probably not, it wasn't deep enough, she was just rubbing the inner edge of bone; but there was something that felt liquid and hot when she did so, and Keira blushed as she began to relax into it.

She'd been distracted from the shaft in her ass (perhaps just as planned), and now while the Queen rubbed against intimate channels, a bulge pressed between her cheeks. Alarmed too late, Keira tried to resist passage, but the mound pressed firmly, demanding entrance, and the Queen agreed, palm rubbing against the teenager's clitoris as her middle finger stroked something that made her feel wet and urgent.

The teenager couldn't resist intrusion while so cajoled; the egg pressed slowly into her, its girth so much wider than the tongue and cleansing tentacle she'd had up until now. Her cheeks spread wide before it, feeling impossibly large. Finally slipping past the rim of muscle to rest inside her body, the foreign guest butted against the Queen's finger from the other side, compressing the vaginal channel. Keira recalled the way her folds had felt pushed out when her abdomen was full of its prior guest; would it do that again, firm lips protruding as if begging for touch?

That was just the first egg. She knew, remembered, that Tess had taken many more, the tentacle between her legs showed more bulges than she could quickly count. How many would the Queen insist her body take? How big would it make her? And for the love of Eco, how the hell was she going to birth these things, if she even survived?

"Please, this - can't work." Keira tried again, pleading for sympathy she wasn't even sure existed. There was only one in her, maybe it wasn't too late to make her stop. "It's too much, I can't take it, please..."

The Queen left off pulling at the mechanic's sensitive nipple to take her jaw in hand, making her look at the dark-skinned hybrid and putting a stop to the begging. "You're going to have to learn, pretty one, that there are better uses for your mouth."

Tentacles slithered. Keira felt one creep up behind her back; arms already pinned to her sides by ropes of living steel, she felt a slimmer one wrap around her ribs, directly beneath her tits. It looped around her, making another pass above her breasts, and tightened slightly to push them out; then it continued to move, roping around her neck from behind and finally coming back around front from over one shoulder. The tip gathered slack, then curved to pause inquisitively in front of Keira' mouth.

"Open."

Keira was horrified, and set her jaw tight, shaking her head in determination. The Queen just shrugged, and continued to hold the teenager's jaw.

Down below, her fingers shifted, the middle digit probing deeper. Keira stiffened, eyelids fluttering, but she kept her mouth shut. The egg lodged in her rear began to move further inside; another pressed for entrance.

No. No no no, Keira told herself, a mantra to remind her to stay focused.

The dark finger began to pump in and out, carefully against the stretched gap of her hymen, thumb muscle moving firmly against her clit with every pass. The egg pressed firmer, and despite herself Keira felt her ass giving way before it. It only took a little headway for the intrusion to broach the point where Keira had any leverage to stop the process, and with a firm, final push, it shoved inside her to bump against the first. As the second egg stretched her ass wide, a shudder of pleasure ran through her and the virgin gave a little moan; that was all the leeway her captor needed, seeing the jaw muscle relax and lips part.

With alarming swiftness and accuracy, the tip of the waiting tentacle shoved past her lips and teeth, then slid to the back of her mouth to press the length of her tongue down. The teenager squealed with indignation, shoving her head sidewise and biting, but this tentacle like all the rest had uncanny strength; the surface gave just barely to avoid the girl hurting herself on it, but beyond this her teeth had an absolutely negligible effect.

Smirking, the Queen returned her free hand to the teenager's breast. As far as Keira could tell, the thing on her tongue was just to keep her quiet; oh, she could have some things to say about that!! But the Metal Head female acquired that look of distant concentration Keira had learned to associate with her doing something special or unusual with those flexible appendages; sure enough, the smooth, narrow tentacle wrapped on either side of her breasts began an odd movement. It thickened, the new bulk spreading from base upwards, almost like a hose swelling with water. Under her breasts, on top of them, across her back, tightening around her throat and pulsing through her lips -

A burst of wet against the back of her throat told Keira the analogy was horribly accurate. She couldn't dislodge it from her mouth; it had too much slack, drooping down across her chest before curving up to invade her lips, and followed her should she try to shake her head. But liquid was different, and Keira coughed, determined not to swallow whatever it was. The taste was thick and rich against a clinging texture; it bubbled forwards with her effort, dripping back down the tube that had carried it inside.

But the tube didn't want its cargo rejected. Firmly it slithered further back against Keira's tongue; she gagged, worked her tongue against it, did everything she could think of, but it slid down her throat, past her tonsils, carefully avoided her windpipe and came to settle deep beneath her collarbone. Keira could tell where it was, for the flow resumed with a burst of pressure, as if the liquid had built up as it moved down her throat to a point where she couldn't reject it. It felt strange, liquid steadily flowing down her esophagus, and Keira swallowed uselessly, feeling the tube press against the deep parts of her throat.

The flow continued at a steady pace, counterpart to the molestation the rest of her figure endured. Inside Keira's body the Queen's finger worked, carefully moving deeper against the taut, delicate gap of the virgin's hymen; another egg intruded on her back entrance. Such care to preserve the symbol of virginity, while in a strange, alien way, she was already pregnant, host to another species' young.

Rippling as it established a steady rhythm, the rear tentacle began to thrust gently as it passed its cargo to a second body; it seemed to reach deep, nudging the eggs through a twisting passage that could not guide them itself. Keira was increasingly full, from both the liquid pouring into her stomach and the eggs shoving up the other way...

Wait. Was that what the liquid was for? Was it supposed to make its way down to the eggs deep below? Or perhaps by the time they were finished with her ass, the eggs wouldn't be so very far away at all...

Keira moaned around the nutrient feed, another egg pressing inside. She'd lost count, her belly swollen with eggs that had been laid inside her while she was distracted, stomach bulging as she was force-fed. The Queen's finger inside felt huge, or perhaps it was the pressure in the rest of her body making her channel feel tight and compressed; regardless, the hybrid pressed her fingertip extra deep, palm moving against her clitoris in little circles.

Suddenly Keira knew what the G-spot felt like. Gasping around the tube down her throat, her hips thrust helplessly against the air; one final egg stretched her wide, this one feeling just a bit wider than the rest. A powerful contraction rocked her body, pleasure bursting against the front rim of her pelvis, internal muscles moving in a rhythmic beat; the eggs were positioned just right, and the climax itself shoved them deep inside, high against Keira's diaphragm and swollen belly. The intense pressure in turn encouraged a deeper orgasm, and Keira was sobbing for breath, hips giving little oversensitized jerks of residual pleasure when it finally eased.

This isn't possible, she wanted to object once she was capable of coherent thought, but she couldn't speak around that tube. How could there be so many in her, pushing through every curve of her intestines? How many were there?

The Queen withdrew her finger carefully from the hymen gap, gave Keira's sensitive pussy a full-palmed squeeze and affectionate rub before raising her hand to lick at the juices of orgasm. Her finger was smooth despite the prolonged submersion in moisture, not a single pruned wrinkle to be seen. "Twenty," she purred. "More than I gave you credit for... This makes you a virgin mother, you realize. How funny!"

Keira didn't think it was funny. She glanced down, past the rise of her heaving breasts, past the loops pinning her arms to her sides, and saw her massively swollen belly. It had an odd shape, its burden following the curve of internal organs rather than a single carrying chamber, and even as she watched the girl felt something shift inside, saw a protruding lump adjust.

"Mmhn..." Oh my god, she wanted to say, but of course she could say nothing, and just closed her eyes, feeling dizzy. Her body wasn't meant to do this. The egg-layer, still penetrating her rear, gave a small wriggle and began to withdraw, leaving its dubious "gifts" lodged deep inside her abdomen. Keira gave yet another attempt at spitting out the feeding tube; how much was it going to give her??

"Oh don't fuss," her captor soothed. "You've a bit of room yet. Just relax."

The formerly egg-laden tentacle finally withdrew fully from her ass; Keira felt her thighs released. Fat lot of good it did her, for she was still suspended in mid-air by the loops about her ribcage. Belly tight and heavy, she squirmed, but the Queen paid no mind and looked about the room as if contemplating something. Then she stepped daintily over to a low organic formation. Waist-high ridges had formed, separate from a cluster of large, gently-rounded mounds resembling oversized skull gems. There was a short gap between them.

The Queen's tentacle held Keira over the ridges; they formed a T-shape, one intersecting another, and the girl's legs went on either side of it. The broad, organic shape nudged her knees well apart. Hips pushed up against the crossbar, belly protruding over the gap as her crotch rested on that ridge; Keira was pushed to lean forwards, her laden stomach pulling her back into an arch and making her butt curve high in the air. She found her chest and tits pressed against the other side, weight suspended between her hips and her ribs.

The feeding tentacle slipped away from her arms and chest, but remained happily wrapped around her neck and ensconced in her mouth. Feeling the loops trapping her arms slip away, Keira pushed against the ground, trying to struggle free; but her wrists were smoothly caught again and bound behind her bowed back. Shoulders slightly lower than her hips, she was completely pinned; there was no way she could get her legs over the lip of that T, and she was far too heavy to straighten up without the help of her arms. The tentacle down her throat tightened slightly around her neck; all she could do was lay there, pinned by the own weight in her belly, as slowly yet more was added to the burden of her stomach.

"Now stay put," the Queen cooed, patting Keira's arched butt and reaching around to caress her stomach affectionately. "I've got one more who needs my attention..."