Metal Head Queen 2: Feeding

A/N: Yeah if you thought the last one was weird, we got ~creative~ with this one.

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Smirking, the hybrid monarch remained behind Ashelin as she pulled her swollen phallus back inside. It was lovely how her body knew exactly what to produce, what stage of reproduction her hosts were at. She would administer exactly the nutrients they needed, precisely in the form they needed it.

Speaking of which... she slung her muscled thigh over the top of the arm Ashelin was straddled helplessly over and dismounted without a hint of fatigue. Keira's eyes were huge as she watched the creature approach. The young virgin didn't know what to expect, or what she could possibly hope for. Not after that show.

Her eyes strayed involuntarily to the Queen's heavy breasts. (It was difficult not to look at them from her position on the floor.) Heck, she saw what happened to Ashelin when she refused to drink; Keira would take the easy way out, thank you. But the hybrid shook her head as if reading the teenager's thoughts and crouched down next to her.

"I'm afraid that's not an option, my youngest courtesan. You see..." The Queen patted Keira's swollen belly, a distinctly different shape from the others'. "Yours is in use. You wouldn't possibly get anything I fed you, my babies would gobble it all up for themselves."

Keira shivered. To have her body so taken over by these things... Aside from the intrinsic horror and wondering if that meant she would just starve to death, Keira was fascinated by the information the Queen was giving her. Knowledge is power, after all... right? If she knew more, she would know what to expect, and maybe - well, she could use it somehow, that was for certain. Maybe. It was better than nothing!

"So am... I going to die?" she asked timidly. Keira thought she might just lose it if the answer was yes, but something made her think it wouldn't be. The Queen went on and on about not hurting them, so she wanted them kept alive - right?

"Oh no darling, you are far more valuable to me alive." The hybrid smiled, all teeth, as if she knew what Keira was thinking and it amused her. "I'm versatile."

With no further explanation, the Queen moved to straddle Keira's ribs. The girl thought she might be asked to eat her out again, but the Queen just moved her hands over the swollen belly in front of her, following the curves the eggs made inside her twisting insides. (Keira had no idea why she hadn't gotten cramps, but it was a minor question compared to everything else that had happened to her over the past 24 hours.) Finally she imparted a few affectionate licks before turning her attention to the mons spread open above her brood. Reaching up to part the fine blue hair, the Metal Head smirked to see glistening pink flesh.

"Now let's get that heart rate up."

Keira would have loved to ask why, but the Queen's mouth descended upon her folds and questions strangled in her throat. She had been a virgin - she still WAS a virgin - so all of this was overwhelmingly new. The teenager had no idea what this woman was doing to make her private parts feel like that, no defenses against the careful sucking of her hood or the spreading and stroking of her inner labia. It was enough to figure out that she could tilt her hips to try to get a little more, or that more was probably what would sate the growing burn deep inside.

As she worked, the Queen rubbed her hand over Keira's inner thigh. It was nice, if mild compared to everything else. Then the Queen let her fingers continue the work at Keira's nub, lips brushing the muscle of the young mechanic's thigh. Then she opened her mouth and bit - not TOO hard, just enough to really pinch, to dig the points of those sharp teeth in far enough to bruise thick muscle.

Keira mewed in complaint. "Ow, aah... OW!" In vain she hoped that maybe the Queen would stop if she made it clear that it hurt, but the painful bite continued, tongue working against the flesh she had trapped even as her fingers continued to stroke Keira's privates. Keira just grit her teeth, hoping to wait until she stopped -

Then an incredible flush swept through her body. The teenager's mouth opened in a silent "O" of surprise as her nipples hardened and wetness flooded her labia. It still hurt at the bite, but somehow it was making the rest of her feel incredible; she began to whimper in pleasure, and if she could have reached up to grope her own breast she would have. Instead her chest heaved with passionate breath, hips jerking slightly against the touch of the Queen's fingers.

When the Queen let go, Keira almost moaned in complaint even as her thigh ached from the abuse. Her mouth returned to Keira's labia; but one thing was certain now, the girl's heart rate was up much higher than it had been!

The sucking and licking and rubbing continued until mews escaped with panted breaths, Keira's toes flexed and her swollen belly tensed. Please more, please... Without stopping, the Queen's claws freed the girl's unbitten thigh. The leg was tucked up, pressing against her laden stomach and wrapped around the Queen's side. Blinking at the change, Keira saw movement at the hybrid's back; belatedly she realized she had a clear view of the strange wing-case, the source of all these tentacles.

It was like a giant closed flower-bud, roughtly teardrop-shaped and contoured to meet between the Queen's shoulder blades at a narrow, strong base. A heavy lipped seam bisected the middle; as Keira watched, a tip peeked out from that line, smoothly emerging as the supple case bent like a pair of lips around the flexible tentacle. Without the faintest indication of how many were in there or how long it was going to be, it slithered over the Queen's shoulder even as she licked busily at Keira's flesh.

Distracted by pleasure and occupied by a clear view of the source of the appendages that had molested them all, Keira didn't realize that her bent thigh allowed access to her rear. The Queen's fingers had dipped there often enough to soften her up; after the last time, it wasn't unexpected. But now the tip of the length she had seen emerge pressed against and into her with startling abruptness; Keira grunted in surprise. Mercifully it waited, the Queen lapping at virgin juices and taking the teenager's vulnerable clitoris into her mouth. Heat flushed her body and she was immediately receptive; the length slid further inside at the softening of her muscles.

It did not go far, lodging while still between her hip joints. Then it pulsed, and in a firm, steady flow, liquid poured into her. It followed the maze of intestine, filling each gap before pressure forced it past the next egg; despite the Queen's ministrations, Keira gave an occasional "Oof" as her insides swelled and shifted. By the time the flood pressed heavy against her upper stomach and ribs, her oddly-shaped belly was taut and the flesh beneath the Queen's fingers felt swollen and pushed outwards. This only made it more sensitive, and Keira was practically sobbing for relief when her captor slid a fingertip past the delicate gap of her hymen.

Thumb pinching and rubbing Keira's nub, the Queen again set teeth to the girl's thigh. Her youngest host was as high as she was going to get. The hybrid positioned her teeth very carefully over the pulse she felt in that big muscle, lining up to puncture a specific vein.

Keira's breath became short; against her finger and at the tentacle dispensing food for her children, the Queen felt muscles start to tighten. As the girl's moans became breathless squeaks, she sank her teeth deep.

The teenager gasped in surprise at the sharp pain, free leg jerking against her tormentor. But she was on the edge, and this pain had already delivered pleasure; the Queen's fingers continued to rub that sensitive bit of flesh that ached and burned for release, and Keira came with a squeal, hips jerking and heart pounding.

At her thigh, the Queen worked her jaws, a potent mixture infiltrating the girl's body via her captor's teeth. Who needed digestion if the nutrients went straight to her bloodstream?