Indomitable Insect

“Well then,” she began, stopping and setting one clawed hand upon the door of her home, “the evening was...adequate.”

I paused, taken aback by just how pleasant she was being. Tall, slender, and decadently refined, she was far larger than anyone else I’d run across in the hive. Black flesh covered most of her head and lower extremities, while a soft, pliable carapace rested over her back; it also covered her underbelly, although I tried not to openly inspect her bare belly or groin. Outside of her size, the only other interesting features of hers were the shock of cerulean mane which ran down her back and the prominent fangs which she bore - oh, and the fact that she was a changeling.

A few months back, while I’d been walking to class, I accidentally stumbled into an open manhole; yeah, it was probably my fault, since I’d been playing on my phone, but that’s not the important bit. After coming to, after lord knows how long, I found myself in a completely different world. I’m still not sure if it’s all some fever dream or if I’m actually in a coma, but I unwittingly discovered a whole new world.

The strangest part wasn’t the bustling metropolis, or the bioluminescence which hung from the walls or ceilings, it was the denizens of the place; everyone down here is some sort of bug-horse, which I later learned were called changelings. Tall or short, fat or thin, they came in all different shapes and sizes, although they all seemed to be covered in jet black hide - well, all but one of them.

She called herself Queen Chrysalis and she ran the joint. Her signature fur collared coat and jewelry were a testament to her rank, not to mention how almost everyone nearly fled at the sight of her. As I’d wandered into town, trying to figure out if it was some sort of concussion induced hallucination, she’d been the first creature to speak to me.

Apparently my stature and naïveté had been enough to catch her eye. Strutting up to me, thrusting a talon under my chin, she leered down into my eyes. It was bad enough that I’d wound up standing face to face with the tallest and possibly most imposing woman I’d ever come across, but her words sent ice running through my veins.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your mouth shut. I may not know who or what you are, but you’re in my dominion now,” she spat, contempt dripping from her words. “That being said...I may just have a use for you, so I’ll give you an offer; serve me without question or disappear. I assure you,” she continued, her tone lowering a fraction, “they’d never find the body…”

What choice did I have? Dream or not, the last thing I wanted was to be dismembered, bagged up, and thrown in some subterranean landfill! With few other options, I hesitantly accepted her offer and began work under her. Fortunately, as I was to discover, the work wasn’t all that bad.

Chrysalis mostly had me running deliveries, ferrying who knows what from place to place, and occasionally acting as some sort of bodyguard for her. Be damned if I knew much about fighting, although I assume having someone around who was more than twice as big everyone else served as a fair deterrent. She did pay pretty well, giving me enough to get a small apartment for myself, and had slowly begun to warm up to me.

This particular night, having successfully brokered and/or extorted a deal with a local business owner, she’d been gracious enough to invite me out to dinner. The meal itself was far finer than anything I could typically afford on my own, although the food took a backseat to my host. After her third glass of wine, her normally cold and callous demeanor began to shift - hell, I even made her crack a smile at one point! In any case, after our dinner, I escorted her back to her palace.

“You know, I don’t believe you’ve ever seen the inside of my home,” Chrysalis remarked, snapping me from my ruminations. Piquing a brow, she placidly gazed at my face.

I shrugged and tried to play it off; though I’d been curious about the subject, I’d never dared to ask her anything even remotely personal. “Can’t say I have, but it’s not - “

“In that case, come in. I have an exquisite bottle of brandy that’s been looking for an excuse to be opened,” she chuckled, letting herself inside and holding the door behind herself.

I faltered, unsure of how to act. Judging from just how nice she was acting, and the slight blush in her cheeks, the wine from dinner was definitely having some subtle effect on her. Either she noticed my reluctance or she simply wanted to assert her dominance, because she stared me dead in the eye.

“That wasn’t a request,” she hissed, flashing her fangs.

Swallowing hard, I acquiesced. Stepping through the threshold, I found myself in a downright opulent home. Situated at the peak of her palace, I wasn’t shocked to discover that she lived directly above her throne room. The foyer opened into an expansive parlor, replete with a large television and comfortable looking sofa. Doorways led to various chambers, although I wasn’t sure what lay where. It was the first time I’d been in such a nice place before and, I have to admit, it felt a little overwhelming.

“This way,” she intoned, sweeping her arm and leading me away.

Following silently behind her, drinking in the details of her abode, I was whisked into a spacious Office. Besides a fainting couch, work desk, and recliner, she had a small bar resting against one wall. Peering at the crystal decanters and aged bottles, I could only guess how expensive some of the spirits were. Nonchalantly walking over and plucking two snifters from a shelf, she poured two measures of the caramel liquor.

“Here,” she flatly stated, offering me one glass.

Taking the proffered beverage, I eased myself into the soft chair resting in the corner - at least, that’d been my intention. Just as I began to lower myself, the distinct sound of metal clinking on glass filled the air. Looking up at my host, who stood only a few feet away, I noticed a frustrated look cross her face.

“Remove these for me,” she exasperatedly sighed, extending an arm in my direction.

Placing my glass down, I stepped over to her. Her assortment of rings, adorning nearly every digit of her hands, was impressive and a symbol of her status, although I was sure they occasionally got in the way. As gently as humanly possible, I started taking the jeweled bands from her fingers - first one hand, then the other, until they’d all been removed.

“Very good. Now you may sit,” she chuckled, taking her rings and stuffing them into her pocket.

Nodding, I stepped back to my chair and claimed my perch. The recliner was even softer than it looked, causing me to sink into the cushion slightly. Retrieving my glass, I sampled the fine liquor; unsurprisingly, it was surprisingly smooth and quickly warmed my belly.

“Quite delectable, isn’t it?” Chrysalis asked, drawing my attention over to her.

Standing beside the fainting couch, swirling the snifter between two claws, she looked deeply into the glass. Maybe it was because she’d invited me into the comfort of her home or the fact that I’d had a drink or two that evening, but I was compelled to admire her for a moment. Despite being a sapient, bipedal bug-horse, there was something undeniably bewitching about her.

Elegant and ruthless, charming and deadly, she was juxtaposition given flesh. Now, for the record, I don’t consider myself a masochist or pushover, although there was something about the way she asked me to do things, giving the smallest glimpses of acknowledgement or praise for my successes, that sent shivers down my spine. As my eyes wandered up her leg, over her abdomen and bust, and eventually settled on her face, I flinched - she was staring dead at me.

“Enjoying the view?” she smugly inquired, tugging at her collar and revealing the barest bit of her chest.

“I…” I faltered, desperately trying to think of what to say.

“If you are, I could always…” she trailed off, gingerly pulling at her garment.

I couldn’t help but stare in open awe, as she started to disrobe. Like something out of an old time burlesque show, she turned her back to me and slowly pulled her right arm from the sleeve. Her coat drifted over her shoulder, exposing a portion of her upper back, as she peeked back at me. Wheeling around to face me, she ran one claw down her neck, over her breastbone, and to her navel - all as the lone piece of clothing fell to the floor.

Now nude, sassily cocking her hip to the side, she eyed me heavily and licked her chops. As unsettling as it was, it was excruciatingly arousing. The combination of fear and attraction I held for her was a heady cocktail, stirring my loins and simultaneously causing a knot to form in my stomach. She didn’t bear the slightest trace of shame or reservation, as her gaze crept to my groin.

“Stand...Now…” she ordered, sauntering closer.

Without the slightest hesitation, I got to my feet and took two large steps forward. She only stopped when she was a handful of inches away, towering over me like some primal amazoness of yore. Craning my head to look up at her, she crossed her arms over her relatively chest and presented her back. Without saying a word, she pointed to her necklace; it was only then that I knew what to do.

No sooner had I reached up and undone the clasp, gathering the golden collar into my hand, than she walked away. Taking some half dozen paces over to her desk, she leaned against the sturdy wooden piece of furniture and dismissively waved in my direction. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but her words hit me like a sack of bricks.

“Strip,” she nonchalantly commanded, taking another sip of her cognac.

Utterly at a loss, I stared at her in disbelief. She couldn’t actually expect me to get undressed - could she? My state of duress didn’t go unnoticed, as I watched her upper lip curl over one large canine. Gulping, with trembling hands, I undid the buttons on my shirt. It wasn’t like I’d ever stripped for anyone or anything, and I sure as hell anticipated being asked to do something so risque, but I’m left to assume she approved. As I squirmed out of my shirt and began fiddling with the buckle on my pants, a contented hum drifted to my ears.

I couldn’t bring myself to look at her, as I unzipped my fly and let my trousers fall to the floor. Reluctantly, taking a deep breath to steel myself, I hitched my thumbs over the waistband of my underwear, bent forward, and dragged the article down my legs. There I was, left buck naked and blushing, standing in front of my boss.

It was only then that I gathered the courage to peek at her face, even if I wish I hadn’t. Behind those glimmering, harlequin eyes lurked something which I could only describe as predatory. Nude, vulnerable beyond all reasoning, she inspected me as if I was a succulent steak on her dinner plate. I was her prey, the fly in her web, and she seemed to relish that fact.

“Mmmmm,” she purred, strutting over and circling me. Looking me up and down, drinking every inch of my uncovered hide, she came to a halt before me. “I presume that gets bigger?” she asked, her eyes locked on my crotch.

As scared and aroused as being confronted by such a deadly creature was, my body was struggling to decide if I would shit my then departed pants or get a raging hard-on. Regardless, the circumstances only left me at half mast. Moving to cover my nethers, she grabbed my wrist and pulled it away.

“Since you’re too demure to answer me, I guess I’ll have to find out myself,” she snarled.

I had no time to react, no time to question what she’d meant, before she plucked me from the ground and briskly walked over to deposit me on her desk. Perched on its edge, with my feet dangling just over the carpeted floor, she reached down, grabbed my knees, and prized my legs apart. To say the abrupt development was jarring would be an understatement, to say the least.

It was all I could do to watch, as she steadily sunk to her haunches and brought her muzzle to my equipment. Fixated on my manhood, she moved one clawed hand up to fondle my package. At her touch, my length twitched, growing harder with every fleeting second. I reached out, unsure of if I wanted to stroke her cheek or push her away, yet her cold gaze caused me to freeze.

“If you touch one hair on my head, I’ll make sure you’re buried in several places throughout the hive,” she hissed, her grip on my balls tightening.

Relenting, my arms flopped uselessly to my sides. I was helpless, held captive by a creature who could and possibly would dispose of me with as much thought as one would toss a piece of refuse away. In stark contrast to the embarrassment and anxiety coursing within me, her hot breath against my loins stoked my depraved wants.

“There’s a good boy,” she snickered, returning her attention to my equipment. With a flagrant disregard for my unease, she leaned in, opened her maw, and gave my glans a little kiss.

As she slipped my tool into her muzzle, I suppressed a shudder. It may have been my imagination, but I swear her body temperature was hotter than any woman’s I’ve ever fooled around with. Bobbing and torquing her head, with a sensual skill belying her domineering character, she snuck glances up at me.

Her tongue was extraordinarily pleasant, far better than any human's you could imagine. Massaging the delicate underside of my length, flicking the muscular appendage from side to side, worked to get me as hard as possible. Throughout her ministrations, her teeth didn’t once nick my manhood - another pleasant surprise that I was exceptionally grateful for.

Without even realizing it, as I watched her dark lips mop the lightly colored shaft, I subconsciously reached for her. The movement immediately caught her eye, causing the pupil to shrink to a razored slit. I froze, realizing I’d been on the cusp of making a massive error; strangely, all she did was hum contentedly and retract her head.

“I suppose I can’t be too mad, given that some primitive creature like yourself likely can’t control their bestial urges,” she chided, getting to her feet. Shaking her head and smiling, despite the small insult, she stepped up and onto the table. Looming over me, with one foot to either side of my hips, I peered up at her.

Whether or not she’d been getting herself off while blowing me, I couldn’t say; although she was clearly worked up. The nearly black flesh of her sex glistened in the dimly lit room, a testament to how aroused she was. Bearing a condescending grin, she got to her knees and straddled me. As the tip of my member grazed her entrance, some part of me broke.

It wasn’t like I wanted to thrust upwards, but my body acted on its own. Drawn by the siren’s call of a ripe female, having suffered through the astoundingly pleasant fellation, my impulses won out. The head of my cock grazed off her sex, then a hand was around my throat. Far stronger than she appeared, squeezing my neck in her remarkably strong grip, she moved her face just above mine.

“You have two options for your little monkey dick; either you let me sate myself with it, or I remove it for you,” she growled, baring her teeth.

Weekly I nodded, as I tried desperately to take a breath. Her grasp slackened and air filled my lungs, as she impaled herself upon me. Hot and snug, her silken depths swallowed me down to the hilt. The soft cheeks of her rump came to rest upon my upper thighs, warming my legs, before she started bouncing atop me.

Seconds passed, then a minute or so, while I lay there being used like some living dildo. It took every fiber of my being not to act. She felt amazing, there were no two ways about it, and I desperately wanted to take part. Beyond my better judgement, fueled by my carnal wants, I lightly brushed her thigh and drew her attention.

“What?” she spat, her motions unceasing. “I’m trying to enjoy myself.”

“C...Chrysalis,” I stammered, dredging forth the courage to give voice to my yearnings, “may I…” As softly as I could, I flexed my hips; I wouldn’t even call it a thrust, although the small movement seemed to get my point across.

“You may, so long as you don’t disappoint me,” she clucked.

Carefully, my hands ran up her legs and settled on her hips. Actually feeling her muscles tense, gliding over one another under her skin, was extraordinary. Caressing her softly, I started moving in harmony with her. The last thing I needed was to tick her off, so I did my best to mirror her speed and force.

Positioned as I was, with my legs hanging off the table, I wasn’t able to do much, although she seemed to appreciate it nonetheless. Rolling her head back and closing her eyes, a low hum filled the air. It was as provocative as it was interesting, adding an auditory element to the scandalous deed. Her tail languidly flicked back and forth behind her, as she steadily fucked herself on me with increasing force.

Keeping my hands on her hips and thighs, I did what I could to appease her, yet my concern quickly shifted to something more pressing. The heavenly sensations the colossal woman’s body afforded were taking a toll - one which I had no control over. Thought I fought tooth and rail against it, the telltale signs of release welled up within me.

Screwing my eyes closed and gritting my teeth, my efforts were for naught. It was like trying to stop the tide, fruitless and a fool’s errand. Try as I might, there was nothing I could do but offer a warning and pray that she wasn’t…

“D...don’t stop,” she huffed, drawing my attention.

Cracking an eye open, I was gifted a glimpse of heaven. Breathing heavily, rocking her waist forward and back, Chrysalis seemed to be on the brink of rapturous release. The look of unfettered bliss she bore proved too much, sending me spiraling over the edge. Trembling from head to toe, I slammed my hips upward, buried my manhood within her, and erupted.

The influx of my seed apparently tipped her over, causing her to howl out in ecstasy. A geyser of feminine nectar spattered over my groin, as she climaxed. Quivering above me, her movements ground to a halt. I thought I’d be in the clear - I thought she might not be pissed - but I’d been dead wrong.

Peering down at her crotch, it took her a second to figure out exactly what had happened. Her euphoria withered, replaced by a mixture of disgust, resentment, and fury. Angrily crawling up my body, unsheathing herself from my softening length, she moved with a purpose. As her wet, spunk dripping loins came above my face, she sat.

“I want every drop of your repulsive spunk out of me,” she roared, slathering my face with our orgasmic juices.

Obediently, swallowing my pride, I lapped and sucked her nethers clean. Even though I couldn’t see it, I felt myself getting hard from the debased act. No matter how much I hated myself for enjoying it - I did. As I moved from her sex to the flesh on her inner thighs, she shifted above me.

“You like this?” she spat, doubtlessly having spotted my erection. Swinging one leg over my head, she hopped from the desk and marched over to the bar.

I rolled to my side and watched her down the rest of her cognac. Wiping my face, seeking to beat a hasty retreat, I shamefully gathered my discarded clothes. If I was lucky, she wouldn’t…

“You’re fired,” she sharply noted, casting one baleful eye in my direction. “And one more thing,” she continued, storming over and jamming a claw to my jugular, “if I ever see you in my hive again - well...Let’s just say you wouldn’t want to find out…”

With the veiled and nebulous threat lingering in the air, I hastily put my pants on. I couldn’t even look her in the eye, as I slunk away like the poor bastard that I was. I’d fucked up big time and I knew it. Seeing myself out, I slunk back to my apartment to sooth my battered pride and tattered nerves. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, since I wasn’t sure if there was any way out of the hive, but I knew I’d have to think of something…