Metal Head Queen 2: Feeding

I am SURE I missed a warning... but I got the major stuff.

Really.

I'm sure.

*cough*

Blu is still responsible.

Robin: Thanks so much for the review~ I find it really flattering when someone says my story "works" even though they aren't into the genre. I don't like to take shortcuts just because something's my cup of tea - what's the point if you're going to skimp?

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Soon after the eggs were laid, the Queen let them rest. She secured their legs to the heavy marble columns, wrapped and splayed around the girth with buttocks flush to the marble and damp privates facing the ceiling. Their shoulders rested upon the ground; everything was secured all about with an odd webbing that tightened and hardened after it was applied with a thick, dripping tentacle. The unfamiliar weight of the Queen's brood bore down on their ribs and bellies, guarding against inadvertent loss, keeping the burdens high and tight. The hybrid creature had stripped away any spare clothing that remained after she impregnated them; besides the snug webbing binding their legs spread and arms immobile, they were naked.

They all struggled, but Ashelin kept at it longest - of course. The Queen paid no mind, and busied herself "nesting," covering most of the man-made architecture with organic formations of her own, secreted from thick tentacles. Where she got all of it - for that matter where she hid the several pounds of eggs she'd left inside the women - was a mystery. The great windows she left alone (at least they would have sunlight), and a few patches of stone were left here and there as a reminder, but eventually it was all covered...

The night grew old, and one by one they fell asleep, exhausted, and not quite uncomfortable enough to keep vigil.

Tess was thirsty. She was often thirsty in the morning, this was nothing remarkable; but she couldn't seem to move to go get a glass of water...

Then there was a drop of something on her lips. Tess flicked her tongue out to taste; it was sweet, not completely unfamiliar, though she couldn't place it. Some more was dribbled into her mouth, and she licked it up hungrily, finally opening her eyes.

It was the Queen. Naked and dusky-skinned, she held one heavy breast to the blonde's mouth; pale liquid spattered one dark areola.

The events of the night before came back to her, and she was horrified; but the Queen pulled at her own breast and pressed it to Tess' mouth. The blonde was thirsty and hungry, and not entirely awake; instinctively she took what was offered.

This left her mouth full when she felt fingers wandering up to her belly. Tess tried to object, but the heavy weight pressed against her mouth; with her behind her back and legs secure against the column, she had no other way to struggle. Nipple pressed to the blonde's mouth, the Queen reached up to Tess' pale curls where they had been exposed overnight, prompting an indignant noise as she dipped her fingers into the well. Inside was moist, almost dripping wet, and hot; a few deft movements and the Queen spread her captive's own moisture evenly about those pink folds.

Tess was barely awake; nowhere near conscious enough to get her bearings, or fight against the suddenly-intense signals of fingers probing her crotch. The weight inside her belly bore down on her lungs, shortening her breath; the Queen's milk-heavy breast lay flush against her lips, liquid filling her mouth as she swallowed instinctively. Tess was soon panting through her nose, flushed as her captor lingered upon the exposed clitoris, massaging the hood against swelling flesh beneath.

Then those fingers spread her wide and Tess felt a broad tip press against her exposed entrance. Her squeal was smothered by the hybrid's nursing; she tried to twist her head, moving her tongue in an effort to dislodge the areola she could barely cover with her mouth, but the Queen smiled and squeezed her own breast. A flood of heavy, sweet milk filled Tess' mouth and she had to busy herself swallowing so that she didn't drown.

With little preamble the tentacle pressed inside. Tess was tight, unready; it filled her to a heavy, uncomfortable stretch, making its way deep inside her pelvis. At her cervix it stopped, probing experimentally; after a moment of consideration (during which the blonde was terrified it might force its way through to lay more eggs), the Queen let it stay, merely filling her canal to its natural length.

"Now..." The Queen smiled down at Tess, showing over-long canines. "You're getting your breakfast. They need theirs as well..." Her features adopted a far-off look of concentration, and within moments the tentacle swelled as if filled from its base with a volume of liquid. The analogy was not far-off, as she felt a sudden wetness burst and flood deep where the tip pressed close to the eggs.

Leaving the folds of Tess' vulva where they were, the Queen trailed a hand along Tess' ridged stomach. Every egg seemed distinct to the surface, little round bulges that could be counted and outlined. The hybrid moved her hand along them lovingly, then moved to squeeze Tess' breast, and finally between the creature's own legs. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes bright and mouth slightly parted; apparently this was delightfully pleasurable to her.

Tess squeaked as the tip inside her bumped and nudged insistently at her uterus. The pressure of the liquid inside her channel was unbearable, the tentacle itself forming too tight a seal for it to leak out against gravity. Then she whimpered as the pressure suddenly eased, and the flood trickled down among the eggs. She couldn't feel much, only warmth and pressure and increasing fullness, but it was easy to imagine the thick, nutrient-rich liquid spilling around each egg, moving between the gaps and filling them, pooling where gravity drew it at the upper-most edge of her womb.

Slowly she began to feel much fuller. heavier. The weight was warm, and Tess felt her skin tighten; glancing at what she could see beyond the Queen's breast, her eyes widened when she saw the distinct bulges fading against her growing belly. The addition was indeed filling in the gaps.

The Queen moaned, chest coming away from Tess' face. She tilted her hips to brazenly show two fingers buried deep inside herself; but it wasn't enough. Teeth bared in a hungry grimace, she slung one leg over Tess' head. Drops of milk spattered the blonde's chin as she found herself with an eyeful.

"Do it," the Metal Head commanded, breasts pressing against her host's swelling belly as she lowered her own mouth to Tess' pink folds, spread tight around the administering tentacle. Tess gasped as she felt the lips and tongue latch on; fearing the alternative and confused with growing lust herself, she opened her mouth to lick. It wasn't bad; clean and smooth and musky, and very very wet. The Queen's hips pressed down and soon Tess found her lips pressed flush against vulva as they had previously been against her captor's breasts. Her own tilted slightly against their restraints as the tentacle filling her began to move slightly in rhythm with the hybrid's skillful tongue; Tess moaned, bottom lip pressed against the Queen's clitoris.

Then she felt something against her tongue. Tess strained deeper, trying to figure out what it was; the Queen moaned "Yes!" and ground her hips against the bartender's face, so she figured whatever variation on anatomy this was, it couldn't be too bad. Then it pressed smooth and big against her tongue, like another tongue itself. Tess' mew of surprise was muffled as it entered her mouth, longer and thicker with every twitch of the Queen's hips.

The Queen had used this on Ashelin, but Tess hadn't been awake to see it. The hidden phallus slid past her tongue, not quite as mobile as the hybrid's tentacles but far more flexible than any penis, slipping along her gullet and into her throat without so much as a by-your-leave. Tess gasped and swallowed reflexively; the Queen's voice rose in pleasure as the motion squeezed her ovipositor in a rippling motion.

The surprise wore off quickly as the hybrid returned the favor, sucking on Tess' clitoris like a hard candy. The tentacle inside continued to thrust, continued to fill; there was tight pressure on everything between Tess' legs as her uterus took its limit and her passage itself began to swell with liquid. Despite the movement, a rigid bulge kept the seal at her entrance positively air-tight, forcing the steady flow of liquid to expand her channel. Tess began to mew as the pressure built, hot and tingling as the Queen lapped at her clitoris, one tentacle rubbing intimately against the front of her pelvis where it felt impossibly wet and urgent, another sliding down her throat to go as deep as her collarbone.

Tess' hips bucked against their restraints; a scream struggled out past the phallus lodged in her throat as her entire stomach rippled with a powerful, wet orgasm. Filled utterly to the brim, the tentacle delivering liquid to her hosted brood gave a final pulse; finally liquid gushed out from between her legs, her over-full channel forcing it out with no small amount of pleasure. This was the Queen's own climax as well; her tongue continued to work in a frenzy against Tess' swollen clitoris even as her hidden phallus throbbed to deliver a load straight to her victim's stomach.