Romancing a Thorax

Cheerfully humming to herself, Sektiss placed the nearly finished casserole into the oven. Ordinarily speaking, such a simple task wouldn’t wouldn’t have been any issue whatsoever - that being said, ordinary had become a relative term. In the months since she and Thorax had confessed their love for one another, both of their lives had changed rather dramatically.

On the oh-so fateful night they had shared a bed, the Queen’s seed had taken root within the modest little drone. Though it had taken them some time to definitively know that Sektiss was carrying a healthy clutch of eggs, the two had begun cohabitating shortly after making love - sure, they had lived apart for a week or two, but their desire to constantly be by one another’s side eventually proved too much to bear. Within less than a month, Thorax had cordially invited her mate to move in with her.

Besides the change of living conditions, nothing much had changed - well, almost nothing had changed. The Queen still attended her royal duties, seeing to the needs of her people and ensuring the colony remained healthy and happy, while Sektiss kept up her usual routine of chores, gardening, and community work. It wasn’t until the humble little drone had begun showing signs of her pregnancy did the dynamic take a more considerable shift.

Having never exactly had a svelte figure, Sektiss’ budding maternity had taken some time to fully show itself. Besides her belly and breasts growing considerably, with the latter becoming heavily laden with milk, she’d put on a considerable amount of weight - nothing too concerning, but enough to round out her figure quite markedly. Neither she nor her mate were bothered by the change, since she was still very much a healthy changeling, although the added weight and heft did make simple tasks more complicated.

Eventually, after several months, things reached a tipping point. She could still walk, take care of herself, and get around town easily enough, but any protracted time on her feet would leave her sore and irritable - that and maneuvering around with a big, pregnant belly and swollen, leaky teats wasn’t exactly easy. After much discussion with her lover, she decided to spend most of her time as a homemaker for the two of them and their impending brood.

Though Sektiss initially thought she would hate the clichéd role, she quickly came to love it. Without any other obligations, she was able to refine her cooking skills, plan for their children, and read, yet those weren’t what really sold her on the idea - that honor went to her lover. Amongst all her unsaid duties, tending to Thorax was by far the thing she looked forward to most each and every day.

Grunting, she straightened up and rested a hand on her expansive stomach. With what few chores she had finished, and dinner in the oven, she could while away the remaining hour or so until her paramour returned. As she sauntered into the living room, picking up a romance novel she’d been blazing through, her thoughts wandered. Even though there was still plenty of time until her clutch was born, she often found herself wondering about her unborn young.

Reaching the couch, she carefully eased herself down and got comfortable. One benefit of cohabitating with the Queen, while expecting a brood of young, was that their home would soon be getting a sizable upgrade. They’d already had a basement dug, which housed the kitchen and den, but even more additions were in the works. Thorax had promised that their to-be family would have as much space as they needed, though that wasn’t all - no, the Queen had become overtly smitten and protective over her as well.

Though it may have been her imagination, she could swear that the woman’s maternal side had kicked into overdrive. Thorax would dote over her, pamper her, and even indulge in the odd gastronomic cravings she’d found herself having as of late. It was a positively adorable development in their relationship and one which was an endless source of amusement for the drone - still, despite all the attention, the only thing Sektiss needed was the love of her mate.

The sound of the front door caught her ear and caused her to awkwardly turn her head. The Queen shouldn’t be home this early, unless she’d managed to clear her duties ahead of time. Clearing her throat, she went to roll off the couch, failed, then sank back into the cushions.

“Thorax?” she hollered, unable to escape the soft padding of the furniture. “I’m down here.”

Listening to the footsteps above her, hearing them move towards the stairs, she tracked the noise with her eyes. Though she considered herself modest and low maintenance, she had to admit, the cool, comfy confines of their cellar were one of her favorite haunts; even when she wasn’t busy in the kitchen, she’d often lounge downstairs to fritter away her vast amounts of free time.

Sure enough, after a fleeting moment, the elegant figure of her mate came into view. Unlike herself, Thorax hadn’t changed a bit. The tall, beautiful Queen paused at the bottom of the stairs, scanning the room until spotting the reclined drone. Positively beaming, she crossed to her hefty lover and sank to one knee.

“How is my little woman doing?” Thorax softly asked, leaning in and sweetly kissing the drone.

Returning the affection, Sektiss giggled. “Just fine, my love, but I’m not so sure about the little part.”

The Queen smiled, reaching out and tenderly caressing her lover’s belly. “And our little ones?”

“Like their mother, hungry and a bit of a burden,” the drone snickered. Laying her palm atop her mate’s hand, she savored the warm touch.

“Hardly a burden. Ruler or not, I don’t think I’ve ever had regular meals of your quality! The house hasn’t been cleaner, I’ve never looked forward to getting home everyday, and sharing my bed with you has given me the most restful night’s sleep I’ve ever had,” Thorax whispered, slowly looking into the girl’s eyes. “So don’t you say a thing about being a burden.”

Sektiss playfully shoved the woman’s shoulder, grinning all the wider. “Stop! You know I’m teasing you.”

Holding a hand to her bosom, as if stricken, Thorax gasped. “Such a brave girl, casually assaulting her Queen!”

It was all Sektiss could do to roll her eyes. Despite their difference in rank, they’d become increasingly comfortable with one another. It wasn’t anything special for them to endearingly taunt or tease one another, while in or out of their home, and the only arguments they got into were over petty subjects like if their dessert should have sprinkles or not. It was almost preternaturally idyllic, the sort of relationship that one was lucky to ever encounter, let alone experience, and they savored every second around each other.

“Nnnph -” she huffed, attempting to push herself to a seated position. “Help me up.”

“Rough day?” Thorax asked, extending a hand and hauling the girl up.

“That’s what I should be asking you!” Sektiss huffed, sliding into the corner seat. “I didn’t think you’d be home this early. Dinner isn’t even ready yet,” she groused, patting the empty cushions beside herself.

“I could go back, if I’m that much of a bother,” the Queen tittered. Before she had any time to react, a firm hand grasped her upper arm and pulled her onto her side.

Carefully maneuvering the woman’s head onto her lap, the girl sighed. “We both know that’s not going to happen, now that I have you here. Anyways, why are you home so early?”

“A couple of items on the agenda took less time than I thought, so I thought I’d give myself a short day,” Thorax explained, running her cheek against the drone’s plump thigh. Turning her head, taking care to mind her antlers, she peeked up at her lover. “And how was your day?”

Sektiss shrugged, while her fingers affectionately danced over the woman’s scalp and neck. “I went out to the shop, sat in the garden for a bit, and got dinner in the oven. Honestly, the second highest point of most days is when you get back home.”

“And the first?” the Queen inquired, quirking one eyebrow.

“Waking up next to you, of course,” the drone mused. She would have leaned forward to give her paramour a peck on the muzzle, had it not been for her particularly gravid state - still, the physical contact was exactly what she needed.

Thorax wriggled in place, pressing her ear to the drone’s distended stomach. “If you’d like, after the children are old enough, I’m sure I could use a secretary for the royal office - that is, if you’d like to see me constantly.”

“But then who will cook our meals and tend to the little ones?” Sektiss countered, practically pouting.

Over the past few weeks, she had given the subject a considerable amount of thought. Given the nature of the hive, she wouldn’t have to take an actual job. It wasn’t uncommon for mothers to fully commit themselves to their lovers and offspring, a popular option among many mares, so there would be no outside pressure on her to seek employment. It was one of the benefits of their kind, placing their brood on a pedestal above all else.

“You make an excellent point,” Thorax began, pushing herself up with one arm. As she leaned in and rubbed noses with her lover, she hummed contentedly to herself. “And that’s why you’re such a wonderful mate.”

Sektiss shied away, smuggling grinning over at the Queen, and folded her arms over her chest. “And it has nothing to do with my figure or your insistence on keeping me well fed?”

“Nope, not a bit,” the matriarch insisted, trying and failing to keep a straight face.

Since they’d begun living together, the Queen’s penchant for feeding the drone, traditionally and amorously, had increased exponentially. Rarely a meal went by when Thorax didn’t help her paramour with the meal. Admittedly, it was a bit odd at first, but Sektiss had quickly grown fond of the tender behavior.

“Well you’ll have to wait a bit longer than usual. The casserole won’t be ready for another hour,” she tutted.

Thorax rolled over, got to her feet, and stared down at the girl. “So you wouldn’t mind if I have a snack?”

Sektiss cocked her head, utterly confused by the question. “Why would I mind? It’s your house. We have some…” she trailed off, watching the Queen slowly lean towards her face.

Their muzzles met, their breath mingles, and their tongues pressed into one another’s mouths. While it wasn’t uncommon for them to kiss each other, this was different. Hot and passionate, marked by an extra note of intimacy, the affection was slightly higher than the usual peck on the cheek or lips. As the Queen drew away, she looked into her lover’s eyes.

Of all the things her paramour did, kissing was her ultimate weakness. It didn’t matter if they were around the privacy of their home or out in public - no matter where they were, a smooch always left her feeling weak in the knees. Hugging, holding hands, and even a surreptitious grope were all well and good, but making out with her mate couldn’t be beat.

“W...we have some snacks in the kitchen,” Sektiss falteringly noted.

“Hmmmmm,” Thorax hummed, tapping her chin. “I was thinking of something juicy.”

The request left the drone puzzled. “Well, if you want, you could always get into…” Sektiss fell silent, as the woman steadily lowered herself into a deep squat.

As the regal woman sank to the floor, she rested her hands on the girl’s knees and prized them apart. No sooner had the drone’s legs parted than she shuffled forward. If the actions hadn’t spoken for themselves, the hungry look in the Queen’s eyes left little room for doubt. Wasting no time, happy to accommodate her mistress, Sektiss scooched her rump forward and brought her loins to bear. While she hadn’t expected to be treated like an appetizer, she sure as heck wasn’t about to complain.

Her lover’s fingers ran up her inner thighs, sending a shiver up her spine. As much as she would have loved to watch the show, it was impossible. Between her massive breasts and mountainous tummy, the only thing she could see was the very tips of Thorax’s antlers. The lackluster view, while unfortunate, allowed her to focus on the sensations which would soon be accosting her. Closing her eyes and rolling her head back, shifting her rump to the very edge of the couch, she silently waited.

The hot, humid air of her lover’s breaths upon her nethers sent her heart fluttering - that was, until she felt her mate slowly kissing up her thigh. It was a delicious tease, one which never failed to get her worked up and nearly begging for it. Holding her breath, silently praying the Queen’s pace would hasten, she forced herself to remain quiet. After what felt like a small eternity passed, her marehood was finally graced.

Thorax was a great many things to the public - a capable leader, a kind soul, and a savior of their people - though few if any knew of her unparalleled carnal skill. Having been an ordinary female drone, back before she’d become a Queen and gained a stallionhood, she knew exactly how to pleasure a mare. She was, for all intents and purposes, the perfect lover and she held nothing back for her mate.

A throaty moan escaped Sektiss, as the Queen began lapping at her sex. The oral was easily the best she’d ever had, almost akin to an artistic mastery, and she honestly didn’t think her mate would ever run out of tricks. A playful nibble here, a gentle suckle there, the way her tongue glided through the meaty folds of her snatch, it was all simply exquisite. Subconsciously lifting her arms, she pawed at her heaving bosoms.

Even with her eyes closed, it didn’t take her long to find her nipples - not only because she knew her body well, but because they’d lately started to leak around her mate. Warm, creamy milk washed over her fingers, leaving trails down her breasts, as she gently pinched and tweaked the sensitive buds. Considering she was being treated to the foreplay, she felt no shame in playing with herself a bit.

The sound of Thorax moaning and humming into her was amazing, but the feeling of such a long and muscular tongue plunging into her were to die for. Sparks of pleasure danced through her lower half, causing her marehood to eagerly clench upon itself. Regardless of whether or not things progressed past the current point, she’d be sure to make it up to her lover later - after all, she would have to level the playing field.

On and on the Queen went, mercilessly servicing the drone. The tempo of her thrashing tongue and suckling lips increased ever so slightly, driving the girl to the limit. Had she wanted to, she could have easily pushed her mate over the edge and left her a squirting, quivering mass of bliss, though that wasn’t her plan. Just as soon as her gravid paramour’s legs began to tremble, she pulled away.

Sektiss waited for a fleeting moment before lifting her head and gazing down her body. “W...why’d you stop?” she huffed, both frustrated and concerned with the sudden lack of stimulation.

Heaving air into her chest, she noticed the Queen start to rise. The woman’s expression was hard to read, somewhere between haughty and amused, and it left her confused for a moment. It was only when the long, rigid length of stallionhood came into view that everything clicked into place. Smiling down at her, casually stroking her length, her mate nodded to the empty portion of the sofa.

“Lay back and get comfortable,” Thorax softly instructed.

Having no need to be told a second time, Sektiss leapt into action. Extra heft and cumbersome size be darned; she was more than worked up enough to heave herself into position for some spontaneous lovemaking. Turning to the side, resting her head on one arm of the couch, she laid lengthwise across the piece of furniture. As she settled into position, wiggling in anticipation, she lifted and spread her legs.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you already want another clutch in you,” the Queen teased, unhurriedly stepping over and easing herself onto the sofa.

Shuffling forward on her knees, Thorax moved between the girl’s splayed legs. Grasping the base of her tool with one hand, while resting the other on her lover’s knee, she slapped the drone’s succulent loins with the tip of her shaft. A playful grin split her muzzle, as she locked eyes with her mate.

Though unprompted and wholly out of the blue, Sektiss wasn’t opposed to some pre-dinner action. Truth be told, between the kissing and oral, she was more than a little worked up. She could have begged, giving voice to her sudden longings, though there was no real need for that. Gnawing her lower lip, looking up at her Queen with heavily lidded eyes, she sank her fingers into her pillowy bosom and waited.

Rocking her hips back, Thorax brought the bloated tip of her length to her mate’s entrance. Though they’d done it more times than they could count, she was never rushed or impetuous with the first steps of their lustful dance. Slowly, tenderly, she ground her length into her lover’s accommodating and slickened depths. Despite being warmed up, it was clear that she wanted them both to savor it.

A tremor of delight shot through Sektiss, as the divine stallionhood filled her depths. No matter how many times she had the godly length inside of her, it had never lost its magic. Thick, vascular, and perfectly shaped, the appendage was the key to her lustful lock - still, despite her bliss, she’d be remiss for not reciprocating. Clenching her canal, she locked her ankles around her lover’s waist and pulled.

“Someone’s needy,” Thorax mused, continuing her gradual plunge.

Wriggling in place, relishing the sensation of fullness, Sektiss shot her lover a wink. “Says the mare who was - Mmmph - stroking off while helping herself to an appetizer.”

As the tip of heavenly changeling meat bumped against her heavily occupied womb, she shivered. She couldn’t speak for other species, but her kind were more than capable of making love while pregnant - if anything, they sought out the passionate activity at an increased rate. The act of being with a lover, in the most intimate of ways, was nourishing for her and their unborn clutch - as such, it was one of the many joys of impending motherhood.

Enjoying the view of her gravid mate, Thorax began to move. As the drone clenched around her, she slowly withdrew a portion of her length, before bucking her hips once again. Like a locomotive lurching into action, her body steadily picked up speed. There was no stopping her, once she got started, though she was in no hurry.

Sektiss stifled a moan of bliss, as she was lovingly plowed. The Queen’s fat tip rhythmically nudged her deepest depths, the girthy medial ring ground against her g-spot, and the weighty nuts softly slapped against her plush rear; simply put, the experience was amazing. Though she was unable to do much, she seized upon the grand stallionhood pistoning into her - that and she put on a bit of a show.

Clutching one titanic breast in each hand, she milked her teats - not just as a lewd display, but because it felt fantastic. Since she’d begun lactating, her udder-like bosoms had become increasingly sensitive - as such, she delighted in playing with them. Aside from the mammary massage, she wriggled and gyrated in place while the rutting grew increasingly intense.

It wasn’t long before Thorax found her rhythm, pounding the drone with hard, steady force. Grasping the girl’s legs and lifting them, placing them on her shoulders, she leaned forward and brought her face between her paramour’s massive tits. Apparently enthused to get in on the creamy action, she twisted her head to the side, nudged her mate’s hand away, and wrapped her lips around the leaky, erect bud of flesh.

Sektiss’s hand flew to the Queen’s antler, pulling the suckling woman to her breast. “D...don’t stop…” she whimpered, creeping closer to her limit.

The request wasn’t necessary, given the woman’s increasing pace, but she couldn’t help herself from asking. Playing with her tits was all well and good, but actually having her lover nurse upon her elevated the experience to another level entirely. Her eyes drifted closed, as she fixated upon the astounding sensations accosting her.

On and on Thorax went, pushing her to her limit. Even without looking, she could tell the Queen’s growing ecstasy was matching her own. The urgency of her thrusts, the heavy breaths, and the flaring head left little room for doubt; the woman was about to cum alongside her. Clamping down, milking the sovereign for all her worth, she drew a shuddering breath.

“Breed me!” she brayed, pining to feel her lover’s sticky warmth.

Whether or not her depraved cry was heard was of little consequence; no sooner had her desperate plea cut through the air than her wish was granted. Hilting herself, Thorax grunted furiously. A veritable tsunami of seed surged through her wildly throbbing shaft, crashing against the girl’s womb and bathing her interior in thick, virile essence. The scalding influx did the drone in, sending her flying into the welcoming embrace of carnal rapture.

While the Queen huffed and genteelly groaned, the drone wasn’t quite as restrained. Howling out, nearly convulsing in bliss, she lewdly squirted around her mate’s buried length. Their bodies entwined, the pair rode out the supremely gratifying and joy of their shared love. As the intensity of their passion subsided, they affectionately stroked and fondled one another.

“D...do you think we have time for a shower?” Thorax croaked, wearily lifting her head.

Sektiss nodded, lifting her legs and allowing the woman to move. “If we hurry, yeah. I really don’t want to burn the casserole,” she sighed.

The Queen awkwardly pushed herself up and backed away, hauling the near entirety of her softening shaft from the girl’s confines. “Alright, try not to make a mess.”

“What do you - Eeep!” Sektiss squeaked, as her lover pulled free and magically levitated her into the air.

Held in the sorcerous version of a princess carry, she ground her thighs together and clenched her loosened marehood. Though it was nearly impossible to keep all of the gooey deposit within herself, the overwhelming majority of her lover’s load stayed trapped within her. Sure enough, as her paramour got to her feet, she found herself being hovered towards the bathroom.

Casting her head to the side, smiling sheepishly at her mate, she blushed. “Would you help wash my -”

“Of course I’ll help wash your back and - Ahem - bits. Why would you even ask,” Thorax giggled, her cheeks darkening. “I know they’ve gotten harder to reach, what with your…” she trailed off, lovingly stroking the girl’s belly.

Grinning from ear to ear, Sektiss was trundled off to the bathroom with her lover. “How did I get lucky enough to find you…”

Moving forward and lifting the drone a hair, Thorax kissed the girl’s cheek. “I ask myself the same question about you all the time,” she playfully countered, slipping her arms under her mate.

Smiling at one another, the pair started to titter then laugh. Their love was something special, something pure, and both their lives had improved because of it. Even if they hadn’t been on the cusp of starting a family together, they’d found something which neither could afford to lose. What the future held for them, neither could say, but they knew they’d be at each other’s side, no matter what destiny awaited them.