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Metal Head Queen: Conception	By : manawolf Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 8691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A/N: I think I caught all the warnings... *cough*
At any rate, this ridiculous travesty would not have happened without Blu, aka Luna Kitsu Blu. All the writing is mine, but the inspiration and encouragement are hers - I bounced ideas off her to see which ones stuck.
So, these were the ones that stuck. Be afraid. Very, very afraid.
Chapter 1: Tess
The problem with biological weapons is that success can be unpredictable. Sometimes they do what you designed them to a little too well. Sometimes they develop opinions of their own, or take the methodology beyond their goals. If the biological weapon is stronger than the people who make it - and what, after all, is the point of making a weapon weaker than something you already have? - hardwired safeguards are necessary. Unfortunately, nature often produces mutations, specifically for the purpose of jumping such restrictions.
None of this was on Tess' mind. She was thinking about her ammo - gone. Her guns - gone. Backup... There would be no backup. Not for anyone. The pit of her stomach went numb with the memory of it, but right now, she had to stay ALIVE.
The fact that she was thinking meant she was succeeding at that goal so far, and she cautiously tried to figure out where she was, peeking one blue eye open. Couldn't see much... no, there was something. A glow, yellow against the gloom, it looked like -
Metal Head skull gems.
THAT woke her up. Now she could smell the sweet-acrid tang of that unnatural Eco from the Baron's experiment, almost like Dark Eco but not quite. Whatever he had created, it had killed the KG as easily as their enemies. Why Tess herself was alive, she didn't know, but she wasn't about to hang around for the situation to be remedied.

A dark figure sauntering through the darkness halted the blonde's attempt to get on her feet before it had even started. She feigned unconsciousness, hoping it would overlook her. It walked with a hip-swaying, sensual confidence, and as it passed the dimly-glowing gems they warmed to life as if in response to a gleam on the figure's own skull.
It looked like a woman. Absolutely stark naked; besides an utter lack of body hair, the dusky purple of her skin and a gleaming skull gem on her high forehead, she looked completely human. But there was something in the way she moved that wasn't right. Her breasts were too shapely for their size, the muscle that rippled beneath her skin too strong, like metal cables. And something moved behind her, on her back, something large and elegantly balanced, like an over-sized wingcase. As she passed into the light it became clear something was dragging behind her, held by a panoply of things originating from whatever she carried behind her shoulders with an eerie strength.

It - she - came closer, and Tess closed her eyes tight, begging that it would think she was still unconscious, or dead. Better it thought she was dead. Unless it thought to eat her. She wouldn't like that very much.

Something touched her ankle, and the blonde tensed, only not jumping out of her skin by virtue of some miracle. It was a gentle touch, no claws or spines and it didn't try to draw blood, so Tess stubbornly continued to feign sleep. Please please pleasepleaseplease...
It wound around her boot, impossibly flexible, and kept going to curl up her high-booted calf. When it touched skin it was smooth as glass and warm as velvet; it coiled up her leg in a spiral, the lower length moving with the effortless ease of a python. The leading tip boldly refused to let anything above, below, or next to the limb stop it, sliding past ground and between her legs. Up the back of her knee, the front of her thigh, the back of her upper thigh, and it showed no sign of running out of length or determination as it brushed against her cut-off jeans.
Maybe staying put hadn't been such a good idea.
Then there was a whisper of a touch by her ear, and a twin to the first appendage pushed under her skull to coil around the back of her neck, under her jaw, in front of her throat; it tightened and lifted, and Tess' reserve finally broke as she became convinced it was going to strangle her. With a whimper of panic she scraped her nails into it to rip it away, or tried to; it was like trying to bend metal.
While it tightened close around her windpipe and pulled upwards to lift, it didn't constrict further. As this was happening, the one wrapped around her leg finally found its snug way between her hip and jeans, and slid past the tender crease of her inner thigh, past her broad hip to follow the line of her ass. It changed direction slightly, curling back down as it crossed her buttock, to complete a circle and meet itself between her legs. It was an unbearably snug fit beneath her jeans, pressing the tendril to intimacy against her flesh and making the creases of her shorts dig in. This loop about her thigh and hip tightened as well, around the base of her leg and the swell of her rear; but instead of pulling it pushed and lifted.
Tess gasped, struggling and startled as the one supported her body weight while the other pulled her torso upright. Eyes open now, she finally saw the creature, resting in a predatory crouch as it watched, a smirk gracing the full-lipped mouth. The tentacles restraining her sprouted from the structure on her back, its base hidden by flowing hair; they seemed to have no end, and others trailed off elsewhere.
"Nn- please," the blonde gasped as the tentacles settled her in an upright position, feet inches from the ground. "Please, l-let me go, I - I can't hurt you, please!!"
The creature smiled and rose to her high-arched feet. Stepping forwards, the tendrils moved with and around her, a flawless coordination. "So soft," she murmured, the husky tones carrying a strange accent. One hand rose to stroke Tess' bare stomach, and the blonde jumped at the contact, hands scrabbling to loosen the grip around her neck.
"Soft. I bet... you like soft things, don't you." The hand pressed against her abdomen, as if feeling for what was beneath the skin, then slid up to the bottom of Tess' shirt. Her other hand rose to unwind her scarf and contemptuously flick it away, and then she began to unzip the front of her shirt.
Oh my god, it's going to strip me so it can eat me, was all the barmaid could think, legs tense and shivering against the living restraint wrapped around the base of one hip. The teeth that showed when it spoke were over-long and gleaming, and she knew this thing had ripped through armor and tanks like butter, sank claws into soldiers and civilians alike. It was bloodthirsty as all Metal Heads, it was just playing with her before it ate her.
"That'sss better," the creature cooed, baring her victim's tits. Until this point Tess had been grappling with the noose around her neck, trying to get a hand under it so it couldn't choke her; but now, as this starkly naked full-grown woman stepped in close with a hand raised to cup her breast, her arm darted out instinctively to protect herself and cover the vulnerable area.
With unearthly speed, the woman caught Tess' wrist, then raised an eyebrow at her. It was the kind of look Tess imagined she gave people before she eviscerated them, and her stomach tensed in fear. But instead of sharp claws rending her flesh, the woman grasped her other wrist and pulled it firmly away from the noose, then glanced upwards. Tess felt the loop around her neck tighten further, pull and lift, but the one wrapped about her hip didn't lift to support her weight. This was it, the thing was going to just pull her apart, or strangle her, or - her free leg kicked uselessly, struggling for any way to avoid her fate.
But the pull wasn't one to haul her upwards enough to close her windpipe; it was more an accommodating shift, as something else arranged itself above. The woman lifted one of Tess' forearms, and a steely length roped around it, hooking behind her elbow and wrapping about the wrist; the barmaid could feel the loop beneath her jaw tense and move in unison. Her arm was handed upwards; another shift, as if the tug against her neck was merely part of another movement, and both arms were bound.
In the back of her mind she realized what was happening - the end was coiled around her neck, and so it had to gather slack along the length and loop about her arms. Sure enough, the pressure on her windpipe eased as the loops around her arms tightened, drawing her elbows bent above her shoulders to become bound in an intricate knot of living steel. Glancing upwards, she saw that above the loops it seemed to be draped over something before it returned to the source, so no strength was wasted holding her up. The tension as it straightened out pulled and lifted her breasts; now free of interference, Tess' captor pressed one hand to the heavy mound and massaged it firmly.
"Very soft," the hybrid whispered intimately. "Yes. I want you first." The pure muscle holding Tess aloft hoisted her up a little, and with a smile of gleaming ivory inclined her head to meet a rose-tipped breast, nipple puckering in the cool air. Tess squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip hard, convinced she was an appetizer, why can't she kill me before eating me this is going to hurt so much --
But the mouth closed soft-lipped over her areola, and the most those sharp teeth did was scrape the points delicately over Tess' skin as the hybrid Metal Head drew an impressive amount of the blonde's breast past her lips. She released it with a grin, her strange, over-long tongue giving the nipple an extra lick; Tess felt goosebumps raise as air whispered over wet flesh.
This couldn't last. It was teasing her, it would convince her she wasn't going to die, and then rip her open. It had already killed so many. But the hand with hidden steel claws massaged her breast, thumb pressing and rubbing firmly against the nipple, and the nude creature licked at the other one before taking this areola into her mouth as well. Tess couldn't help but notice that tongue could easily reach halfway across her entire breast, right before a warmth and ache started up between her thighs.
Letting go of her second breast, the woman sighed in satisfaction, straightening up to speak close to Tess' face.
"Yes, you're soft and tender and pink. I'll have to take special care... mustn't hurt you, after all." As she spoke those roaming hands found the catch of Tess' belt; slowly she unlatched it and left the ends hanging. Then she took care of the lead button of her jeans, and the next, and the next; they were very brief shorts, not many buttons to be had. Palm flat against Tess' belly, the woman slid her fingers down.
A blush rose high on the blonde's cheeks; she didn't know what to think, this was wrong!! So terribly wrong on so many levels. Not to mention she was probably going to die, how could she feel this way?
"Ah-ha," the hybrid giggled as her fingers encountered soft curls. "No underwear? Goodness." She leaned close, firm breasts butting up against the barmaid's, murmuring in her ear. "That's all right, you won't be needing them." Those fingers slid down; Tess bit her lip. One leg was free; she could maybe try to kick, but the creature was standing too close, inside the reach of her knee. She could shut her thighs, maybe that would give her a little breathing room -
"Oooh," the woman purred as her fingers traveled down Tess' slit to find a hidden well of moisture. The fingers dipped, then pulled back, spreading it among the barmaid's folds. "Yes, I've a good use for that. Hold that thought."
Tess caught her breath, trying not to make any noise, but her pulse was racing and her hips tilted; the touch was so gentle, the fingers with their killing claws smooth-tipped, free of rough edges and only a contoured point to betray their lethality. The hand turned palm-down, slid back into her shorts.
The blonde felt the backs of her knuckles curve in sudden strength, and with a rip, the crotch of her jeans were shredded through as easily as those claws parted metal. Tess whimpered, fear called back into full bloom by that display; but the woman made low, soothing sounds as one would quiet a child.
"Don't worry, shhh. I'm very careful." Rip. Rip. Down the seams at the inside of her thigh, only the smooth backs of her claws gracing flesh. The fabric fell away, leaving Tess bare to the elements save for her boots.
"You see? That's so much better." Bending down a little, the woman placed her mouth at Tess' sternum, right between her breasts; that dark, impossibly long tongue lapped out, lathing across her ribcage. Slowly she moved into a crouch, her tongue covering every inch of stomach, from the line where her ribs ended, along her sides, down the middle... it was done with studious care, as though very important not a single inch be missed. There was no rush.
Trying to distract herself, Tess attempted to figure out where she was. There was dim light, and a faint draft, coming from one end of the room; everything seemed half-covered in Metal Head formations, like what they said must be inside the Nest: organic curves and odd spikes, clusters of round shapes betraying the golden sheen of disembodied skull gems. But the formations were new, they didn't cover everything.
Tess peered to see where the light was coming from, and saw paned windows, an overcast twilit sky. The chill of the glass must be the cause of that faint draft; it didn't have the feel of open air. In front of them was a rising pedestal, and something - was it a chair, knocked over? - lay at the top. The entire space was less a room and more of a hallway, large columns lining the sides. A scrap of fabric fluttered gently on the wall beyond those support beams, and the design on it, a dagger on black -
My god, they were in the throne room of the palace.
A wet, warm tongue dipped across her curls, and Tess gasped, attention brought thoroughly to the fore. Her thigh jerked inwards, out of surprise and alarm; No, not there!! But her leg was stopped with an elegant hand before it could even brush the woman's long ear. Only slightly diverted, the dusky creature adopted a look of faint concentration; Tess felt something curl around her free ankle, a sensation she recognized. How many of those things are there?
Instead of immediately prying her legs apart, the tentacle brought her ankle within arm's reach of the hybrid, who reached over to tug the clasps of her boot loose. Turning to do the same for the other completely-immobilized foot, she flashed an almost childlike grin up at Tess before returning to the work of her tongue. Tess felt her untied boots getting worked off her feet by boneless appendages sliding along her bared calves, the tentacle wound around her leg flexing to allow passage.
The woman showed no sign of stopping; she licked down the barmaid's pubic hair, caring little for any that might get caught between her teeth. Now she sucked here and there, especially at Tess' clitoris once she first discovered how it made the blonde's breath catch; then at how it made her hips twitch, followed by breathy moans.
But she had more to cover, and Tess found her hips tilted slightly by the tentacle coiled about her thigh and butt, the better for her captor to press her lips between the juncture of her thighs. That tongue lipped out, smooth enamel of bared teeth pressing against her vulva as the smooth muscle slipped across her perineum - it's so long HOW is it so long?? - swiping briefly at puckered flesh before returning to press between sopping wet lips. Tess bit her lip as the tip probed, licked back and forth, coating every fold before pressing just a little deeper; then it was working around the rim of flesh that marked the entrance itself. Back, front, side and side...
The blonde couldn't hold back a shiver and gasp as it finally pressed inside. It flickered in and out a few times, and then - the barmaid bit her lip to hold back the moan as it dove fully inside. It was so long and flexible, she could feel it working within her, in and out, seeking deeper as if looking for something.
A dusky hand tickled her thigh, moving inwards; the pad of a finger slid through the forest of pale, wet curls, seeking that little pearl of flesh. When it found what it was seeking, it pressed, rubbed, moving the hood back and forth. Tess' hips bucked, a high-pitched mew echoing at the back of her throat. Almost, almost there. The shiver just barely began to course through her, and...
The woman drew back, tongue slipping out. Tess gasped in shock as her tormentor stood up, need burning in her thighs and belly; oh god, she was so wet, she was aching for it, why didn't she finish?? The woman cooed soothingly even as she licked her lips, gently palming Tess' crotch in sympathy, though nowhere near enough to finish the job.
"Please, why -" the blonde gasped as dark fingers gently rubbed between her legs, "Why are you - doing this, please..."
"Shhhh. I'll make it better, it's all right," her captor murmured. "It's okay.
"You're soft." The comment was reiterated as the hand slid away from Tess' needy folds, pressing and smoothing against her belly. The skin where she had licked earlier was soft and supple, tingling almost. Moving to stand fully in front, she placed her hands on Tess' hips, thumbs moving inwards with the strength of a masseuse. Tess found herself wondering if she might press her G-spot from outside, the way she was moving...
"The softest one here. But that's all right. You can still have what you need, what you were built for. You don't need them to have that. I can give it to you, I can give you so much... I had to make sure you were ready, that it wouldn't hurt you." Fingers moved along the curve of her pelvis, pressing the curve of her low belly where her hips formed a cradle for her torso, shying just short of pressure that would be painful; Tess murmured, need still burning inside.
"Here, you don't have to wait any longer." She stepped away, and Tess felt cold and exposed; but now she could see around her, and she shook her head to clear it, trying to regain her sanity. As the hybrid moved, the mass of tentacles sprouting from that elegantly-curved structure caught the light, and Tess saw that several led away from her, towards the center of the room. Beyond them, entangled in shifting coils, were one - no, two figures. Who...?
A new tentacle slid forwards, and Tess couldn't spare the time to figure it out. This one seemed heavier than the ones holding her, ridged - no, bulging at even intervals, which started below eight to ten inches of smooth tip. It reminded her of golf balls kept in a sock, or a stocking.
Her ankle was pulled to spread her legs further; she had enough slack to move her knee a little, but she couldn't close her thighs. Snaking along the floor, the new participant coiled below her legs like a snake, then stretched upwards. This was quite a bit thicker than the woman's tongue; Tess gulped, trying in vain to close her legs, twisting her knee inwards. It still had an easy inch of clearance between her thighs, and she felt the tip touch her vulva, brush gently up and down along the length of her slit.
Her lip was quite sore from all the biting she'd done today, but Tess bit down anyway. The barmaid still ached and tingled from the interrupted orgasm a few moments ago, and the feeling came back full force when the tip burrowed past her pubic hair, gracing slick wetness. Her clit throbbed, but even so, she tried to squirm away as the visitor pressed against her entrance.
"No... please, don't - please!" The tip pressed deep; Tess whimpered as she stretched. It wasn't terribly big, just several degrees larger than what she'd taken, and she had tensed up again in distress.
Movement behind her; breasts pressed against her back, nimble fingers traced the crease of her thighs. "It's okay honey. I'm here, just let it in, yes..." Gentle claws spread her lips wide; a smooth finger edged in to rub very gently at her exposed hood. Tess mewed, her response instantaneous; her hips tilted, heat flushing between her legs; the muscles tightening her entrance shifted, and suddenly the intruding tip pressed inside, sliding along her channel. The tone of the blonde's voice altered, deeper and more breathy; her captor continued to gently massage the exposed nub, slow and caressing.
Boldly now that it had broached her entrance, the length slid into her without pause. Tess' bitten lip drooped open as she panted, chest heaving, nipples perked against the air. Her captor obliged by warming one with her free hand, movements firm and confident. Finally the tentacle seemed to slow. Tess gasped in relief; she felt as though it was pressing into the very end of her channel, there was nowhere else to go; but no, it didn't stop, instead it twisted inside -
She didn't know what it did; it felt like the end coiled around, pressing and shifting inside of her, length doubling in on itself, filling her within deeper and wider than the length that threaded her entrance. Tess gave a shuddering whimper, she couldn't believe how tight and full it was, curling up inside her body. Finally it stopped; she panted, muscles tense against the bulk that pressed inside, a double length shifting to accommodate itself from cervix to G-spot.
"Good girl," her captor praised, rubbing the blonde's nipple between thumb and forefinger. "That's a good girl. Now... just breathe. This should work, but..." The oddly-toned voice lowered, husky, speaking low and private into the barmaid's ear, head pressing against her restrained arm. "Well you're the first." Sharp teeth brushed her ear, tonguetip caressing her earlobe. "It's all right. I know what I'm doing, I just haven't... mmh... done it before."
The woman's wide hips rocked against Tess' butt in a gesture of pleasure; the tentacle seated within her coiled and twisted. Tess gasped, almost blinded as the pressure ground up against her G-spot; her own pelvis moved, little humps against the thing penetrating her, muscles tightening around the doubled bulk. It twisted around itself, the foremost curve pressing firm against her cervix, sending a shudder through the restrained elf.
That should hurt, shouldn't it? Tess wondered. Yes. It should, it's in too far. But with a final push within her that made her tits bounce, sudden liquid and warmth burst within her channel; it filled every nook and cranny, and when she was full inside it flooded out, spattering her thighs and dripping down the contoured tentacle. A contraction rocked the elf as it filled her, rippling through her stomach; it wasn't an orgasm, even though pleasure tingled along her thighs and deep in her lower belly. Her dusky tormentor's hand tightened on her breast, small moans escaping her bright white teeth; apparently she was getting at least as much out of this as Tess.
Swollen clitoris still aching for completion, Tess was nonetheless relieved when she felt the intruder begin to withdraw. She felt so strange; the shudder that had wracked them both left her feeling like her insides had been rearranged. Nothing hurt, but right behind her pelvis, there was an odd warmth... Tess was left with little room remaining for self-analysis, though; the tentacle straightened out, and then began to push inside her once more. Expecting it to curl back in on itself when it reached the end of her passage, Tess was mildly confused as it stopped, the tip nudging her insides, searching and prodding.
It seemed to like what it found, and the steeled length moved inside her again, but this time it didn't loop back in on itself. Tess felt an odd pressure, then a stretch; it was much like the stretch of the too-large tip against her vaginal entrance when she was too tense to permit passage. It continued to stretch, just on the edge of pain but never painful enough to truly hurt, and the phallus forged deeper inside her than nature intended.
Finally it seemed to have thrust deep enough to suit itself; it stilled, then began a slow in-and-out motion, easing the foreign stretch deep behind her pelvis, bringing the flush to Tess' skin anew. "Oh," she murmured, too far gone now - too needy, aching for a full orgasm after being teased for what felt like hours - to worry about anything beyond feeling good.
"That is a good girl," the woman murmured behind her, giving her belly a stroke and pat before moving away. "You just relax, I'll take care of you. I'm the Queen, it's... what I do." Tess just whimpered breathily.
With the Queen's absence, Tess felt another searching tip between her legs, probing lips spread by the steadily-thrusting shaft and the bulges that started just beyond the length that entered her. It groped backwards, along her perineum, and sought out her unmolested entrance. Rubbing against it like a skillful finger to warm her up, it wasn't long before it pressed gently, demanding entrance. With a gasp, Tess felt her body respond and give way before its second visitor, and was treated to the sensation of being thrust into two places at once. This one was so smooth, it only needed the wetness it had borrowed from the first tentacle and Tess' vulva to slide effortlessly into her.
Dark and alien, the woman crouched before her, as she had when she'd tongued the blonde's privates. Straddling the bulging tentacle plumbing Tess' womb, she placed delicate hands upon the barmaid's thighs, then looked up and smirked.
Tess twisted her wrists against the living knot restraining her arms, and whimpered. Neither intruder paused their steady pace as those full lips lowered to her aching clitoris.
Gently the dark tongue moved over the round, smooth tip, explored the hood and the structure beneath, the vulva that branched off below to stretch around a plunging shaft. Thoroughly explored, she then settled down to the business of sliding her tongue rhythmically against the firm nub, listening to her victim gasp and moan.
Tess felt her muscles tense and welcome the shafts deeper; they obliged, both of them, and the first bulge began to press against her entrance. In the back of her mind she hoped it wasn't going to push too much further; the lumps were fist-sized, not completely impossible for a woman to take, but there was already so much inside, and she surely couldn't take the entire length - it stretched down to the floor and leisurely curled behind the Queen to rejoin her at her back. The bulges repeated all the way down - or, no, the tentacle itself thickened until the evenly-sized bulges seemed to disappear, but that was back behind the hybrid's ankle.
The bulge pressed firmly against her vulva, and Tess wondered if it really would try. She couldn't spare the time to worry about it though; the Queen's tongue was rubbing firmly against her, double lengths slowly thrusting faster. Burning warmth ran like liquid across her nerves; her nipples puckered and hardened even further, intensity building inexorably to a head, centered at the front curve of her pelvis where her captor pressed her lips to slick flesh and sucked, pressing the nub itself between tongue and inner lip.
Tess screamed, contractions rippling through her. As she came, the bulging tentacle rippled, contents moving suddenly; they weren't part of the snakelike shaft itself, but something it carried within. At the very first pulse of her orgasm, Tess felt that round bulge press between her lips, channeled by the muscular thing that probed deep into her stomach; with her scream it entered her, stretching her entrance almost unbearably. But the orgasm buoyed her on, nowhere near complete, and the Queen maintained that suction, gentle as the clitoris stiffened between her lips.
It entered her, and with every rush of pleasure and contraction of her muscles, the tentacle moved its precious cargo deeper into Tess' warm body. The first bulge traveled well into her passage with that initial push; at the next, it pressed into that deep spot within her, the new place that stretched impossibly deep within her where nothing had ever gone before.
The rest of her was not given relief, merely because one was inside; even as it pressed into her deep stomach, a second was forcing its way into her vagina. Each pulse of orgasm ushered the fist-sized visitors deeper, her own muscles aiding the process. With the feeling of something so large shoving its way into her body and deep in her belly, Tess' orgasm rocked that much harder. The Queen somehow knew instinctively how to draw it out, coax yet another burst from her, with a clever flick of her tongue or a deeper thrust of the length thrusting into her rear.
Finally Tess shuddered, muscles relaxing as she gasped deeply for air. The need for oxygen overwhelmed anything else. The Queen stood, replacing her tongue with soothing fingers that merely rubbed Tess' own slick parts against themselves; her other hand brushed a flat palm across Tess' belly. Once flat with a bare hint of cushion where it met her pelvis, it bulged now with foreign guests, heavy beneath her ribcage. The blonde, once wishing for a quiet cottage with a white picket fence that would be home to the pitter-patter of little feet, now appeared a good three to four months pregnant, the bulk round and prominent.
Fingers continuing to encourage movement across Tess' hypersensitive clitoris, the Queen ran her hand along every palmlength, from ribs to pelvis to sides. The blonde's right side felt especially taut, uncomfortable against the sudden bulk; bending down, she applied a gentle lick across the skin for a few inches beyond in every direction. She smiled in satisfaction; everywhere else the skin was tense, but in no danger of injury. "No stretch marks," the Queen declared proudly.
"Nine... such a good girl, my soft one. That's good, but..." The tentacle shifted, still within; Tess felt one still lodged in her channel, yet another bulge against her entrance, and whimpered. "Oooh, come on sweetheart, my pretty girl," the Queen murmured in encouragement. "You can do it. Come on, come to mama...." Her fingers broached Tess' overheated, dripping wet slit once again; her other hand grasped a pale breast, began rolling the nipple between two fingers, finding the most sensitive spots and using them. "Good girl," she murmured once more before pressing her lips to Tess' own, tongue easily slipping past the slack jaw to delve into her mouth.
Tess closed her eyes; she couldn't come again - or rather, she never had, not so soon after the first! The Queen's fingers took hold of her clitoris, no longer quite so hypersensitive, but still throbbing in memory; at her ass, the smooth tentacle thrust in a steady motion, never stilling; and inside...
Tess felt the Queen's mouth tense against hers, the tongue sliding to the back of her throat. The tentacle that had filled her with - whatever they were, Tess hadn't had a chance to think about it, wasn't sure she wanted to - shifted, subtly moving the sphere within it resting just on the inside of her pelvic bone -- right on top of her G-spot. The barmaid moaned against the dark hybrid's mouth; in return she felt that tongue reach even further, pressing into her throat. The blonde was glad she'd conquered her gag reflex long ago, and simply took it, breathing hard through her nose.
Inside her, the fist-sized bulge was moved back and forth, nearly fucking her as it was almost pulled out but never quite, unbearable pressure upon her inner walls and G-spot; heat and tenseness built up along Tess' belly, her thighs, deeper still. Clearly not taking no for an answer, the Queen took her revived clitoris between two fingers, rubbing firmly and treating the unhooded tip to a direct squeeze against her moving thumb; the nipple got the same treatment, dusky fingers pulling until the breast stretched out, rolling between talented digits.
There was a deep tenseness in the elf's belly; her thighs went rigid, her arms pulled against their bonds, her stomach tensed around its cargo. It built and built before the Queen's relentless treatment; Tess didn't think she had anything else to give, and then those fingers pinched harder at her clitoris and nipple, giving a little roll -
Tess screamed into the dark hybrid's mouth, a powerful second climax rippling through her body. Another bulge pushed inside her as the one lodged in her channel finally joined its fellows in her belly, and Tess' stomach felt larger by another inch. The next shoved firmly against her G-spot again, ensuring the orgasm didn't fade as her clitoris and nipple were pinched just to the edge of pain, as the Queen's tongue thrust down her throat with the eagerness of any man and as the smooth tentacle delved into her ass.
Finally they eased off; Tess went completely limp, panting and barely conscious. Smiling, her own oddly-colored blush gracing dusky skin, the Queen gently removed herself from the blonde's mouth, ass and pussy. One hand continued to massage the rose-tipped breast gently, the other exploring the expanded shape of Tess' stomach.
"Fifteen," the hybrid murmured, caressing with pride; the blonde now seemed a heavy six months laden, the skin of her belly smooth and unblemished despite the rapid expansion. Clearly quite proud of herself, the Queen placed an affectionate kiss on the blonde's lips, now gently lowering her, releasing her leg and ankle. She inclined her elegant head to listen at the full belly, and seemed happy with whatever those long, pointed ears heard.
"That should settle," she judged. "But it's your first, and mine; I don't want to lose a clutch early, if your cervix loosens." Lowering Tess to the floor, the Queen wound one cable-strong tentacle around both legs, pressing the blonde's thighs together. With a mischievous smirk, the hybrid settled the tip at the juncture of thigh and crotch, sliding the tip close against sopping wet curls.
Easily supporting the elf's weight, she placed her on top of a gently sloped gem, hips and back supported high with shoulders low. The foreign burden settled within her body even as the arch of her spine made it more prominent; now gravity held them against her ribs and diaphragm, working for the hosting instead of threatening to ease them out through the newly-widened cervix.
Tess murmured as her arms were freed, but simply draped one across her ribs, turned her head and returned to her exhausted doze.
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