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Metal Head Queen: Conception	By : manawolf Category: +G through L > Jak & Daxter Views: 8691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Jak & Daxter, including but not limited to Metal Heads, Haven City, Tess, Keira or Ashelin. They belong to NDI, who I thank for their work of art. No money is being made from this fan fiction, although sanity is a

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That "one more" had been awake for a while, watching the Queen with coldly-glittering eyes. No casual ankle hold for her; steely coils tangled around her arms, her waist, her thighs. A few tugs had been all it took to convince her the bonds were not only metal-strong, but intelligent in their restraint - any slip or gap she threatened to find was tightened and closed.
After putting the mechanic girl in a position of dubious rest - at least she was quiet now - the Queen sauntered over to her final captive, wide hips swaying. Slithering tentacles bunched and lifted to carry the prisoner over to one of those marble columns lining the throne room, pulling her arms back to trap her wrists along either side of the stone curve. Her ankles were pulled apart as well, following the same curve backwards, feet barely touching the ground and hips jutting forwards.
Ashelin had seen the other two women. She knew what was going on here, or had figured it out close enough. She refused to be afraid; rape was one thing, but fear would give this creature far more power. Ashelin refused to hand that over, glaring with pure hatred.
"You," it cooed in a voice like soft velvet, an odd accent that made it seem as if language itself was strange to her lips, "You're the strong one."
Damn right I'm the strong one, Ashelin thought to herself, but she didn't reply. The Metal Head woman's lips split for a childlike giggle, smiling as if she could hear the captive KG's thoughts regardless. "I like that! You'll bear me strong babies, I know."
"You killed my father." The accusation was sharp, Ashelin's voice low with rage. Amusement faded from the Queen's high-planed face, but instead of anger or irritation, there was just calm, neutral patience.
"Your father engineered his own fate," she murmured, stepping close, the tips of her breasts brushing Ashelin's clothing. "If you knew the things he's done..." Her hand trailed along the prisoner's bare stomach as if she owned it, tracing the daringly-low belt, giving her tense side a squeeze above the hip. "The things he wanted me to do... you would understand, this is much better.
"Everyone is better off now. No need for fathers, no more men trying to run everything. They won't cause anyone... any more trouble, ever again." Fingers pushed below Ashelin's clothing, pulled her hips away from the column to grope her ass.
"Is that why you killed them and not us - you think we're not a threat?" Ashelin challenged, ignoring the finger that slid beneath her g-string to push against her crease.
The creature laughed, a playful and fearless bubble of sound. "Goodness - none of you are a threat to me. I just didn't like them around, there was no use for them. You on the other hand..." Her hands withdrew, pressed the heels of her palms firmly against Ashelin's low belly, right above her ovaries. "You're very useful to me. And I like you."
"Feeling's not mutual," Ashelin spat.
The Queen just smiled.
Sharp claws trailed across Ashelin's belt, down the crease of her thighs, up between her legs and back to her rear pressed and spread against the marble support beam. With a delicate movement the Queen slit through fabric, then pulled forward to open a long rip , exposing dark underwear from ass to crotch. Leisurely the high G-string waistband peeking above her belt was severed over each hip; fingertips threaded beneath the fabric covering Ashelin's crotch, brushing thick pubic hair before slowly pulling the garment away through the rent in her pants. Ashelin's jaw tensed as the fabric pulled against her crease and lower lips before coming free, but otherwise she was flawlessly stoic.
"You know, my pretty patterned one," the Metal Head woman hummed, claws wandering up to Ashelin's shirt and armor, "I like how strong you are. The stronger you are, the more you can endure, and the stronger my children on you will be." Claws made short work of fabric; the Queen seemed to enjoy ripping straight through the armor, rather than simply cutting the straps. "So you can keep showing me how tough you are. There's so much I can do..."
"Bitch!!" the soldier hissed, jerking against her restraints. Her free breasts bounced, but she remained tightly held.
"Oooh, watch that language. I can give you what I gave her, you know." The Queen jerked her head at Keira; tube still lodged down her throat, the girl squirmed with discomfort. Ashelin curled her lip scornfully; she wouldn't be intimidated, although she did prefer her mouth free to ask questions. The more intel she had, the better her chances were of escaping and/or killing this thing.
But the Queen seemed done talking for now, and instead lowered her head to Ashelin's bare breast. Giving a firm swipe with an over-long tongue, she bit lightly at the nipple, then slowly drew the perked areola into her mouth. A hand set to her other breast, rolling the nub of sensitive flesh and massaging with the touch of one who knows how rough they can get before it hurts. She was in no hurry whatsoever, scraping the tips of her teeth across tender skin and moving her tongue in long circles.
Finally she released Ashelin's breast to the sight of flesh glistening with moisture, areola and nipple both crinkled and firm from stimulation. Smirking, she rubbed one thumb across wet, sensitized flesh, then set her mouth to the other.
Ashelin couldn't help but feel a low heat build between her legs. Most men liked to pay attention to her breasts, but rarely did they go at it this long before turning to more - interesting things. This level of teasing showed far more patience than she was used to; she wished the creature would just get on with it.
The finger probing between Ashelin's legs surprised her despite herself, stomach muscles jumping involuntarily; she refused to show it any more than she had to. The dark hand didn't search too deeply, but found moisture; the Captain's breast was released with a pop of suction.
"Stubborn, but not so stubborn, hm?" the dusky Metal Head taunted, trailing her finger up and down Ashelin's exposed lips.
"Fuck you," Ashelin gritted between clenched teeth.
The Queen giggled and stepped back, but not to restore her prisoner's personal space; the tentacles holding Ashelin's feet began to pull her legs up and forwards, curling up to take charge of her knees and ensure they remained spread. Arms still trapped around the marble column, her body was suspended horizontally in mid-air, hips bent and completely accessible.
With a growl, the redhead jerked and struggled, searching for some weakness in this new hold; her stomach muscles rippled as she tried to pull her legs free, the movement of her heavy breasts showing every determined pull. She arched her back high in the air, hips tilting, then jerked her weight stubbornly downwards; the things holding her adjusted slightly for her most forceful attempts, but there was no sign of weakness.
Dammit.
Her enemy grinned, sharp white teeth a little too long, skull gem gleaming bright. Apparently, she liked the display, and stepped forward to press her hips between Ashelin's thighs in an amorous nudge. It would be more accurate to say her stomach was between Ashelin's thighs; pulled up like this, the Krimzon Guard's torso was elevated to a convenient height.
Silently the dark head inclined to lay a slow, broad lick from bellybutton to ribs. Her tongue was dark, pointed at the tip; when she pressed it down, it flattened to cover an impressive width. The broad surface area could have been used to hasten the process of coating Ashelin's stomach with the altering substance, but she showed no rush whatsoever, clearly enjoying herself.
The Queen's hands were on Ashelin's sides, so when she felt a sinuous touch at the torn clothing between her legs, she knew it had to be one of those boneless appendages. As the Metal Head female lapped at her ribs, it boldly pressed between her lower lips, rubbing firmly at the moisture it found. Ashelin clenched her teeth, bracing for intrusion, but it slid backwards to caress a different entrance.
Just like the Queen, it took its time, sliding over puckered skin again and again. It almost took Ashelin by surprise when finally the tip pushed inside; her hips tilted despite herself, though whether it was from pleasure or discomfort, she couldn't tell. That little bit of moisture it borrowed from her crotch shouldn't have been anywhere near enough, but it was slick regardless, sliding in effortlessly even as she tightened around it in objection.
It didn't stop for the tense contractions that followed initial penetration, forging ahead into her indignant body. When her ass finally relaxed to accommodate, it was still going, and she wondered if the creature was going to treat her like Keira. But soon after it stopped; withdrawing a few inches, it thrust in once more, pumping evenly in and out of her body.
Ashelin squirmed, but it refused to be dislodged in any way. At first largely uncomfortable, the constant movement soon evoked a warm tingle deep in her thighs, the feeling creeping up her back. She could feel it curve with every thrust, following some contour inside; it was difficult to remain stoic when there were feelings in places she'd never been aware of before. As the Queen's tongue swiped low across the curve of her pelvis, Ashelin felt an ache start between her thighs, a need to be touched.
The bitch was good.
Finally finished with her prep work on her next mother's belly, the Queen raised her head, fingers working to undo Asheln's belt. Why, the KG couldn't be sure, as her pants were already slit ass-to-crotch for access. It was getting difficult to think, to reason these things through and try to predict what was going to come next; jaw stubbornly set, there was little hiding the flush of her cheeks and pace of her breath. Still, she was determined to be as unresponsive as possible.
Without the slightest sign that she was annoyed by Ashelin's stubbornness, the Queen leaned back, gathered a heavy mass of tentacles behind her, and with sinuous grace used them to lift herself into the air, held up by nothing more than the strength of the boneless appendages that anchored to a spot close between her shoulder-blades. The holds on Ashelin's arms and legs shifted minutely with the effort, but were no less solid as she tucked her graceful legs beneath her and came down to straddle the redhead's thigh. Murmuring wordless affections, she slid her hands along the toned body as she laid herself out along the KG, snuggling up to bare breasts.
Ashelin curled her lip.
"Mmm. Don't be like that," the Queen purred. One hand slid down to part her pubic hair, seek out the wetness beneath. "Come on... I've got what you need..."
Rocking her own hips and inhumanly-bare crotch against Ashelin's still-clothed thigh, she lipped affectionately at the woman's ear and toyed with her folds. Despite herself, the redhead felt a rush of warmth as she was stroked, muscles tensing in a way that had nothing to do with recalcitrance. Determined, she took stubborn breaths through clenched teeth, twisting her wrists in another futile effort to get loose.
"Come on, baby. Come on...." The Queen was patient and coaxing, her naked body smooth against Ashelin's muscles. Her fingers set up a rhythm in coordination with the shaft pumping in and out of her ass, caressing the hood and spreading the lips; between clitoris and rear was a deep ache, her vulva wet for a third touch. Ashelin was now tense with effort trying not to move into the touches, eyes shut with concentration.
The Queen's eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was considering something. Then she gave a little shake of her head, hair rustling behind her; she repeated the gesture and finger-combed through it with her free hand, as though shaking it out. As another tentacle crept up between Ashelin's legs, she leaned in close again, murmuring into the tattooed ear, running her lips against it, sucking against the lobe.
Ashelin's back tensed into an arch, her determined frown shifting to something almost pleading. Then the Queen's hair draped across her face. Ashe almost turned away from it in annoyance, but caught a whiff of scent carried on the strands -
Torn.
That was him, what he had smelled like; her body itself knew that scent, it evoked the touch and feel of him, hasty kisses at dangerous rendez-vous, groping through armor and sharp bites where it wouldn't show. The fingers stroked harder, pressing the hood between them; all at once, a second shaft found her needy entrance and thrust into her without so much as a caress for warning. Ashelin gasped, stiffened; it pressed firmly against her G-spot and didn't stop, going deeper, delving until it went all the way in and then it curled back on itself, doubling the girth inside her -
She came with an indignant squeal, high-pitched noises ushered out past clenched teeth, hips bucking against the double penetration. The Queen murmured affectionate praise all the while, and when Ashelin came down off the high she realized her crotch was soaked from the abundance of fluids that second shaft had emptied inside her.
"Get away from me," the redhead muttered, still feeling her body's receptiveness to the fake scent of her lover; her nipples perked, muscles tightening in welcome around the visitor that twisted inside her.
"Mmmmm... No." The 'front' tentacle withdrew a bit, searching; Ashelin felt it probe deeper than anything should ever go, and then it pressed, insistant. Something gave way, and an intense feeling of stretching and penetration blossomed deep behind her pelvis. With endorphins still rampant in her system, Ashelin gave a huff of breath; it should have been painful, impossible. Instead the searching appendage slid into her, seemingly endless, coiling inside her womb itself, pressing to make room for something that would follow. Nesting.
The constant feeling of it sliding in, without cessation, pressing inside her as pressure grew in her belly - the tentacle in her rear entrance had never truly stopped, but it thrust harder now, and she could feel them move against each other inside. A tingle rippled through her thighs, and Ashelin gasped as it flooded outwards. The Queen murmured in surprise and approval, gentle fingers massaging the point of pleasure, coaxing an aftershock into a genuine second climax. Ashelin struggled to keep silent, but she gasped through bared teeth, and the way her muscles clenched and her skin flushed was proof enough of her reaction.
"Well, I have a live one here," the Metal Head cooed in approval, withdrawing the length from her belly. Slowly it uncoiled from her womb, exiting to leave her labia dripping wet. "That is nice... How many do you have left in you, dear? Let's find out..."
Supported by those strong tentacles again, the queen lifted herself off Ashelin's thigh and settled again between the Captain's hips, thighs spread wide. Living bonds tugged the redhead's legs to cooperate; one of the Queen's tucked under, pushing her leg high, while the other wrapped over her hip. They wound up nicely sandwiched together, damp folds meeting at the center. Laying her hands against Ashelin's flat stomach, the Queen tilted her hips and slowly began to rock back and forth. Her smooth pelvis ground against the redhead's crotch, lips slipping between folds, mons grinding against clitoris.
Despite herself, Ashelin's pulse quickened and her thighs tensed at the sensation of being thrust against over her entire length; she bit her lip as the tentacle in her rear began to move again. The Queen seemed to be enjoying herself too, eyes half-closed, hands braced on her victim's stomach as her legs held Ashelin's in a predatory embrace.
Then Ashelin felt something where she shouldn't have - exactly where the Queen's vulva were pressed smooth against hers, something was poking at her entrance, nudging folds aside to press into her.
"What --"
Her startled gasp was interrupted as the Queen leaned down to catch her mouth in a kiss, that overly-long tongue pressing hers flat. The hybrid's hips continued to rock, keeping flush at the center where something impossibly began to penetrate Ashelin. Through her entrance, inside her body, far up her channel, finally pressing against the cervix that the Metal Head had widened for access to her womb. The Queen sighed in bliss as it settled into position, giving a few tight rocks of her hips against Ashelin's crotch. The redhead could feel the length between them move with her, thick inside, coming just barely to her widened cervix, pressing and stretching against it as the Queen's hips tightened against her own.
"Now... let's get down to business," the hybrid purred, having sat up and released Ashelin's mouth. Tilting her hips, she pressed one clitoris to another; Ashelin felt the length within her move, but the base seemed flexible enough so that the angle didn't bother it. Then the Queen began to thrust in earnest, smooth lips grinding against that sensitive nub, the length penetrating Ashelin from the other woman's channel moving inside.
The rhythm and pleasure was contagious, and by the time the Queen murmured as a contraction rippled through her belly, Ashelin herself was flushed and panting. Then she gasped as a bulge pressed against her entrance, carried from one to another by the tentacle between them, the one inside her... she tensed, seeking to deny entrance, but it pressed and widened her lips, inexorably forcing its way into her. Ashelin gasped, feeling the stretch as it opened her up, the feeling migrating from her entrance, behind her pelvic bone, into her lower abdomen and -
"Aaaah!" The Krimzon Guard's stomach bulged with a sudden burden. Her captor didn't stop the movement of her hips, but ran a loving hand over the new bump. It felt bizarre, it should have hurt unbearably, but Ashelin felt only the slightest edge of pain; the kind that was easily transmuted to pleasure in the heat of the moment.
As if to prove this, the Queen thrust harder. A tingling spread across Ashelin's hips and thighs, centering on that nub the hybrid was grinding against relentlessly. When the next egg demanded entrance and passed into the warm heat of her body, Ashelin shuddered at the stretch and intrusion, a shiver of ecstasy escaping to harden her nipples. It wasn't an orgasm, but a forerunner, and the Queen smiled as she obliged to push her into the full thing.
Another egg followed; Ashelin gasped out a needy whine, hips tilting forwards to seek more. The movement of the Queen's thrusts increased, and with the next egg that bulged in her belly, the redhead's spine arched, slow contractions starting between her legs. The hybrid gave her another, and another, the tentacle at her rear entrance thrusting hard; with a shrill cry, Ashelin's hips bucked. The Queen massaged her victim's full breast as she shook and mewed, watching her stomach bulge full as she timed the contractions to welcome her eggs inside.
When she was well and truly finished, the Queen bowed over the full belly to lick sweat from her neck and collarbone.
"I bet you'd be good for a few more, if I tried," she chuckled. "But you're full enough for the moment. Shouldn't give you too much for your first carry."
First? That meant -
There would be more...
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