Romancing a Thorax

Seeing herself inside her home, holding the door open and motioning for the Queen to follow, Sektiss checked for any onlookers. It wasn’t like she had a problem with having their ruler over to visit, although she’d prefer to avoid any possible controversy. The hour was late and if anyone saw her regal guest sneaking into her abode there may well be some gossip.

“Thanks,” Thorax huffed, as the drone closed the door behind her.

“It’s alright,” Sektiss responded. Turning and looking at the woman, she knit her brow.

The fact that Thorax was really struggling with the magical concealment of her package had become increasingly obvious. Not only was the tall changeling visibly tense, but she’d even broken into a cold sweat over the past few minutes. It probably hadn’t helped that she had led the sovereign her house, giving her date a view of her backside, but that couldn’t be helped.

“Um…” she began, fidgeting slightly. “You can, you know, relax now.”

With a deep sigh of relief, the Matriarch’s antlers went alight. The air about her crotch shimmered like a mirage, revealing the exceedingly erect stallionhood she’d been hiding. The drone stared in open awe, amazed that the woman had been that worked up after their relatively short and tame time together. Knowing full well that the Queen had been suffering through an exceptionally long dry spell, an insidious idea coalesced.

If her guest was uncomfortable, wouldn’t Sektiss be well within her rights to address the problem. They’d come close to doing the deed twice before, having gotten rather frisky on their prior two encounters, and it was obvious that they were both in dire need of some stress relief. They both wanted one another, there was no doubt about that, yet neither had made a definitive move - that was, until that moment.

Stepping forward, facing her Queen, Sektiss slowly sank to her haunches. Settling in a deep squat, with her ample bosoms resting on her thighs, she willed herself to look up to Thorax’s face. As excited as she was, she couldn’t bring herself to progress without her sovereign’s blessing.

What little confusion Thorax had faded, as the plump girl reached for her groin. Though she shifted a bit, possibly warring with the idea of receiving some much needed service, she held her ground. Slowly, almost cautiously, the drone extended her arm and caressed her length. She shivered and her tool twitched, as her host’s soft fingers played over her shaft.

The heat and warmth against her digits alone was enough to send thrilled jolt through Sektiss. She’d dreamt of touching such a divine instrument for ages, yet she’d never expected her fantasies to come to fruition. Cupping the woman’s weighty balls in one hand, she shifted her focus to the pair of hefty cum-tanks.

Given an up close look at Thorax’s equipment, she found it hard to settle on where to start first. Thorax’s stallionhood was large and exquisite, easily the biggest she’d ever touched, but the nuts were what really got her thoughts going. Extraordinarily massive, filled with untold pints of virile cream, the testicles were absolutely perfect for a Queen. Though she couldn’t say for certain, she felt as though her guest could impregnate a swathe of mares in a single night.

Delicately fondling the Matriarch’s nuts, she steadily kissed her way down the dark shaft of changeling meat. Some small part of her was intimidated by the prospect of wrangling with such a sizable tool, although her excitement overshadowed her doubts. The Queen was one of the kindest, gentlest women she’d ever met; even if things did get a bit intense, she trusted her guest would take things slow and allow her plenty of time to warm up.

“Mmmmm,” Thorax groaned, biting her lip.

The soft noise doused Sektiss’ passion with fuel, causing her heart to flutter and loins to moisten. There she was, a humble drone, holding the Queen’s magnificent dick in her hands. With velvety skin surrounding a steel-like core, the regal rod was simply perfect, although it evoked a question; if it felt that good, how would it taste? Licking her chops, despite the ice cream and fond emotions she’d feasted on just a short time before, she leaned in.

Angling the blunted tip of stallionhood towards her muzzle, what little composure she had broke. Giving the head a little introductory kiss, breathing in the heavenly aroma wafting from the woman’s package, she shuddered. As much as she wanted to give it a taste, there was one little thing she had to do first. Peering up and locking eyes with her guest, she slipped the impressive member past her pouting lips.

Practically wincing, the Queen went rigid and softly rested a hand on the drone’s head. The gesture, while small, spurred the girl onwards. Pressing her head forward, taking in the first few inches of the woman’s shaft, a contented hum escaped her. Just a bit salty, with a faint floral note, the flavor of her Matriarch’s stallionhood coated her taste buds.

Lightly pulling on her host’s antlers, Thorax’s hips bucked ever so slightly. “S...sorry,” she stammered, peering down at the girl.

The impulsive sign of lust drove Sektiss wild. What little self restraint she had withered, crumbling beneath the burgeoning weight of her own salacious desires. Inhaling deeply, filling her lungs, she leaned in and drove the Queen’s length to the back of her throat and down her gullet. As inexperienced as she was with oral, let alone the fact that she’d never done anything of the sort with something so big, the task was herculean, but her passion pushed her onward.

Releasing Thorax’s shaft, her hand crept down to her groin. It was a bit of a juggling act, fellating the woman and eagerly kneading her aching marehood, yet she was somehow able to manage. Deftly tweaking and rubbing her clit, while her tongue massaged the underside of the sovereign’s shaft, she peeked up at her guest. Perhaps out of sheer luck, she barely even gagged throughout the endeavor - a muted groan or sharp breath here or there, sure, although it wasn’t nearly as difficult as she’d imagined.

Pull back, breath, relax, drive forward - like some scandalous mantra, she mentally repeated the steps while servicing her date. As amateurish as it may have sounded, it helped her focus on the task at hand. Thorax’s pleasure took precedence over her own, that much was for certain, although she still thoroughly enjoyed herself throughout. Withdrawing almost fully, digging her tongue into the Queen’s cock, she found herself being gently tugged.

“S...so close,” Thorax murmured, gazing down longingly at her host.

Sektiss’ eyes went alight, knowing just what to do. Though she may have been a bit green with deep throating someone, she had other assets that could be put to use. Freeing both hands, abandoning the woman’s nuts and her snatch, she hefted her bosoms up and around the Matriarch’s stallionhood. Even endowed as the Queen was, her breasts were able to almost fully encompass the massive tool in wonderfully soft and warm flesh.

“Please,” she cooed, kissing the tip once again, “feel free.”

Thorax didn’t need to be prompted a second time. Gripping both the drone’s antlers, she began tit fucking her host like a horny colt on prom night. To her credit, she was still relatively cordial about the affair, but her pace escalated rather quickly. Hanging her head and suckling around the pistoning end of the woman’s length, Sektiss applied suction on the backstrokes.

Honestly, she couldn’t be happier with the arrangement. Her airway was clear and her confidence soared - finally, she’d found the perfect use for her titanic rack. As her sex angrily clenched upon itself, upset with the lack of attention, she gnawed her lip. Even if she only got to give a boob job, she’d be sure to furiously masturbate to the memory later.

On and on Thorax went, moving harder and faster with every passing minute, until her rhythm began breaking down. Humping away, with her length throbbing wildly, she grit her teeth. Knowing what was coming, pining for the load of rich foal batter, Sektiss did the unthinkable. Retracting her head for the briefest of moments, she uttered a single word.

“Cum…”

The Queen went right, her muscles tensed, and the head of her dick flared wildly in the drone’s muzzle, as she reached her limits. Though Sektiss had hoped to taste the woman’s cum, she had no earthly idea what she was in for. Like some primordial geyser, Thorax’s stallionhood erupted in the girl’s mouth. Wave after seething wave of virile goodness surged through the Matriarch’s length, quickly overwhelming the curvaceous girl.

Try as she might, Sektiss wasn’t able to handle the monumental influx of seed. Though she gulped down what felt like several cups of the gooey stuff, things quickly got out of hand. Cum seeped past her lips and out her nose, dribbling down her chin to paint her breasts below. It would have been a horribly embarrassing experience, had it not been as absurdly hot as it was.

Pulling away, she let the final shots of syrupy nut wash over her face, rack, and upper chest. She’s swallowed as much as she could and, honestly, she’d be needing a shower regardless. Breathing heavily, basking in the warmth of her date’s spunk, she beamed from ear to ear.

“Pent up much?” she snickered, tenderly stroking the remaining drops out of the Queens still remarkably turgid length.

“N...not like you didn’t enjoy it,” Thorax huffed, eyeing the girl’s belly.

Getting to her feet, Sektiss angled her head and got a better look at herself. Despite having only guzzled down a cup or two of the creamy substance, her body had noticeably grown. Every part of her had plumped up considerably, from her plush thighs to her heaving bosoms, leaving her at a loss. She knew she’d had fun, but she’d had no way of knowing the amorous influx would affect her so heavily.

Offering a hand and helping the glazed drone to her feet, the Queen looked around for a moment before scampering into the kitchen. Retrieving a dish towel, she walked back to her host and started sweetly mopping the mess from the girl’s face. “Sorry, you don’t know how badly I needed that.”

Sektiss’ hand drifted to the Matriarch’s stallionhood and gave it a squeeze. “Judging from how hard you are, it looks like you could use a bit more relief,” she blurted. Realizing what she’d just said, she covered her mouth. “S...sorry.”

Thorax shrugged and smiled, unaffected by the comment. “I mean, you’re not wrong,” she whispered, as her hand wandered to the drone’s slavering marehood.

A silence fell over the room, as the two casually rubbed and caressed one another. If her boner was any indication, despite having cum once already, she was far from satisfied. Sektiss, on the other hand, felt like she was riding a hair trigger; after serving the royal to completion, she knew she wouldn’t last long with anything other than the light petting. Softly laughing, playing off the awkwardness of it all, their eyes met.

“You wanna…?” the drone let the question hang, praying her guest would take the hint.

Taking the girl’s hand, Thorax brazenly leaned forward and locked lips with her host. Caught off guard, it took Sektiss a moment to reciprocate. Damn near swooning, greedily clasping the large woman’s backside, she pressed her tongue into the sovereign’s mouth. Pressing their bodies together, suddenly finding themselves in a very passionate kiss, the pair pawed at one another.

Feeling her guest’s fingers slip into her juicy confines, Sektiss closed her eyes. The fingers alone were nearly enough to push her over the edge - nearly, but she had grander plans. Willing herself to push the Queen away, she stomped towards the bed and hauled Thorax along behind her. She’d be damned if she was going to climax from second base, after everything she’d been through, and she was going to make good and sure her date knew it.

Glancing to the bed, Thorax piqued a brow. “How should we -”

“On your back,” Sektiss instructed.

She was rarely one to take the lead with anything, but she had reached her breaking point. Not only was her sexual arousal driving her onward, but her innate changeling biology was going wild. With her voracious hunger for love and affection as strong or stronger than her carnal wants, she released her guest’s hand and pointed to the mattress.

Nodding, Thorax did as she was asked and crawled to the center of the padded surface. The bed wasn’t quite as big as hers, leaving precious little room to maneuver, but she quickly discovered that wouldn’t be a problem. Laying there, after pulling two pillows under her head, she watched the drone strut around to her side and crawl onto the mattress.

Bringing her face to the Queen’s, Sektiss smirked. Though she was tempted to give the woman another kiss, she had something else entirely in mind. Since her guest had gotten her positively drenched, she saw no reason that they both couldn’t enjoy just a bit more foreplay. Shuffling around on all fours and facing the foot of the bed, she ponderously swung one leg over Thorax’s head.

“Just look at what you did,” she purred, invitingly swaying her ample hips from side to side. “This is all your fault.”

Though she couldn’t see the Matriarch’s reaction, she felt sure she was dripping onto the woman’s face. She couldn’t recall ever being so excited before, a fact which her body betrayed in an excruciatingly obvious way. Her nipples were so hard that they could cut glass, her marehood drooled, and her heart was thundering in her chest. Unable to wait for a reply, she lowered herself and smothered the woman with her loins.

While there was no real need to have a sixty nine with Thorax, it simply felt right. Besides giving the Queen a chance sample her nectar, but it would allow her to have another taste of the majestic stallionhood she had every intention of fucking shortly. A jolt of pleasure coursed through her, as the Matriarch began feasting on her marehood. Not to be outdone, she slipped the dickmare’s cockhead into her muzzle and put her lips to work.

Moaning into the drone’s snatch, Thorax took to the role like a fish to water. There was something to be said about women having unquestionable skills for eating pussy, since they knew just how it felt. Closing her eyes and dutifully bobbing her head, Sektiss savored the tongue dancing over and slipping into her depths.

Pressed to one another, the pair licked, suckled, and worshiped one another’s nethers. When one would up the intensity, the other would reciprocate, leading to an amorous competition of sorts. There was nothing malicious about their actions - far from it, in fact; they simply fanned the flames of each other’s lust until they could bear it no longer.

Sensing herself growing close, Sektiss pulled away. “Thorax,” she muttered, freeing the Queen’s muzzle and crawling in a circle. Pressing her bosom to the Matriarch’s smaller chest, she straddled the woman and got into position. At long last, the time had come for them to truly consummate their feelings.

“Sektiss…” Thorax whispered, lovingly stroking the drone’s face.

Guided by feel alone, Sektiss brought the fat tip of Thorax’s dick to her entrance. She could wait no longer, compelled to finally have the divine woman’s length inside her. Rocking back, applying her body weight, she penetrated herself. Though the intrusion was a bit much, causing her to wince slightly, she managed the task without too much effort.

Perfectly courteous, willing herself to remain still, the Queen let her mate acclimate to the intense sensation. She could have started bucking, caving to her body’s wants, yet she didn’t budge a muscle. It was only when the girl had hilted her, coming to rest on her waist, did she affectionately caress the drone’s hips.

Some part of Sektiss told her to remain still, to relax and adjust, but another, far stronger part of her demanded she move. With one knee on either side of the Woman’s waist, she lifted her hips and slowly started bouncing on her guest. What little discomfort there was bled away in an instant, as the twofold combination of love and lust rocked her to the core. Kissing the Queen’s neck and collar, she gently screwed herself.

Though Thorax had shown immense restraint to begin with, her resolve gradually withered. The occasional buck of her hips became increasingly common, until she was steadily thrusting into the girl. Their languid pace was a bit of a double edged sword - it allowed them to synchronize their movements easily enough, but it only served to whet their sexual appetites. Before they knew it, their soft, unhurried humping had transformed into hot, passionate lovemaking.

As their motions grew increasingly heated, with the Queen taking more and more initiative, Sektiss shifted her position. Rearing back into a seated position, allowing her mate to clearly view her jostling breasts and stomach, she placed her hands on the back of her head. Since the tall woman was doing most of the work, she saw no harm in including a bit of theatrical appeal to the experience.

“So beautiful,” Thorax reverently mused, gently stroking and squeezing the girl’s rotund belly. Her eyes wandered up the drone’s torso, past the swaying bosoms and to her face. Though their bodies didn’t slow, they grinned at one another.

“And I’m - Nnnph - all yours,” Sektiss huffed, resting one palm over the woman’s hand.

The Queen’s gaze lowered, settling on the drone’s lower abdomen. “All of you…?”

While the question was left somewhat nebulous, Sektiss felt certain she knew what the Matriarch was referring to. Despite having been the Queen of their hive for some time, she’d yet to claim a mate or sire any offspring - heck, if what Thorax said was true, she’d only had sex once before! Knitting her brow, locking eyes with the woman, she took a breath to calm herself.

“For the love of my life,” she began, slowing a degree, “I would gladly bear their foals.”

Thorax’s pace nearly ground to a halt, as her eyes widened in surprise. “A...are you…” she stammered, swallowing hard.

The pair froze, staring longingly at one another, as a still silence fell over them. More than words, the emotions they felt charged the air. For any other creature, it would have appeared an awkward and tense scene; but for a changeling, it was the epitome of romance. Lies could be spoken or deceptions acted upon, yet it was impossible for a shapeshifter to mask how they truly felt for each other.

They wanted - no, needed this moment, to truly have and claim one another, and they let their impulses take control. Sektiss took the lead, with Thorax following a heartbeat later. Moving in unison, compelled by their desires, they launched back into their impassioned rutting. As their bodies collided, the sound of their heavy breaths cut through the air.

Though the Queen maintained most of the control, Sektiss was no slouch in the matter. Meeting every ounce of her paramour’s zeal, she rhythmically slammed her body downwards to meet the woman’s thrusts. Cupping her breasts and playing with her perky nipples, she groaned aloud. If there was a more sublime experience in existence, she couldn’t imagine it.

Needless to say, the wellspring of amorous energy they tapped into had a profound effect. Sektiss’ already substantial chub expanded, leaving her more curvaceous and plump than ever; Thorax, on the other hand, rutted harder and faster with every passing second. The domineering, stallion-like sections of the Queen’s brain flooded her with hormones and endorphins designed to do one thing and one thing only - breed…

Pushing herself up, the Matriarch wrapped her arms around the bouncing girl’s belly - well, as close as she could around the girl’s belly. The drone had grown to such a degree that she nearly looked pregnant as it was, leaving the Queen unable to fully reach around her pudgy paramour. As her fingers sank into the soft flesh of her mate, her lips latched on to one of Sektiss’ teats.

Crying out, Sektiss clutched the Queen’s antlers and pulled her in. It felt absolutely amazing, easily the most rapturous thing she’d ever experienced, yet she wanted more. She was so close, so very close to her limit that it was maddening - still, in her heart of hearts, she wished for nothing more than to climax alongside her lover. Through sheer force of will alone, she endured.

Time and again, the battering ram-like head of Thorax’s stallionhood hammered against the girl’s womb. As hard as it tried to slip into her deepest depths, the task became increasingly impossible by the second. The Queen’s plunges gradually grew labored - not due to lack of enthusiasm, but because she was reaching her limit. The tip of her length swelled considerably, increasing the resistance of her thrusts and effectively locking her in place.

“Sektiss, I…” the woman wheezed, wincing and peering into the drone’s eyes.

“Say it,” Sektis breathed.

Bringing one hand to the back of the girl’s head, angling her face upwards, she breached the final seal. “I love you!”

As their lips met, the inevitable happened. Pressed firmly to Sektiss’ cervix, Thorax’s cock pulsed and throbbed like mad. A heady mixture of potent seed and eggs rushed through her length, forcing their way into the girl’s womb. It was the ultimate gift that any Queen could bestow upon a subject, one which rocked the drone to her core.

Sektiss’ eyes rolled back, her heart skipped a beat, and she nearly howled into her lover’s mouth, as she suffered through the most cataclysmic climax of her life. She could feel each ovum and rope of spunk being deposited into her, causing her stuffed marehood to spasm and squirt uncontrollably. She was being claimed, impregnated by none other than the Matriarch of her hive, and it filled her with a joy like she had never known.

The sexual ecstasy and empathic rush of emotions were like a taste of nirvana itself, eclipsing her senses and encompassing her reality. Somehow, in spite of the fact that she was on the verge of blacking out, she hotly made out with her paramour. It almost felt like a dream, something too good to be real, yet she knew that wasn’t the case. While they kissed and climaxed in unison, her body swelled ever the more.

While she could have passed for pregnant before Thorax had filled her womb, there was no doubt of her impending maternity after the fact. Her stomach grew positively massive, easily appearing as though she were in the final weeks of carrying a very hefty clutch of eggs, and it showed no signs of stopping. Expanding outwards, her abdomen eventually forced the two apart and broke their kiss.

As unfortunate as the moment was, it was almost a necessity. Having crested the most potent wave of rapture, slowly coming down from the high of an insanely good lay, the pair heaved air into their chests and took stock of the situation. They’d been so caught up in their passion that neither had realized the full extent of their lovemaking.

“Sweet stars,” Thorax marvelled, rubbing the girl’s belly. “D...did I…?”

Sektiss nodded, peering down at her expansive state. “You have…”

The Queen stared blankly at her for a moment, before the realization sank in. “I - no, we’re going to…?” she trailed off.

“Your first brood,” the drone hummed, hugging her stomach.

Carefully easing the girl to the side, using her strength and her sorcerous might, Thorax laid down and faced her mate. Her jaw flapped and her face grew flushed, but not a single word escaped her. She almost appeared anxious or even frightened by the turn of events, which spurred the drone to act.

Sliding closer, Sektiss wrapped her arms around the Queen’s head and pulled her close. “I love you too…”

The admission seemed to placate Thorax, palpably causing the tension to ease from her tense frame. Sektiss remained silent, quietly holding and stroking her lover and sire of her unborn children. While she couldn’t be completely sure, something told her that she definitely would be a mother. Caught in their embrace, the two wondered what the future held for them.

In many ways, that moment was the end of their old lives and the beginning of something so much more. They’d found something magical with one another, something which few ever truly experience, and they’d started down a new path together. Though neither could say what the future held for them, they knew they would face and conquer any challenges together - hand in hand…