The air is rank with iron and sweat.
The oppressive smell wakes you from slumber, your eyes blinking and unfocused as your mind clears. Immediately, you realize something is not right; you're not lying down, but instead hanging from a wall, arms and legs held in place. You check your limbs, finding a green, hardened goo encompassing them. A cursory tug reveals you're locked in place; no amount of struggling is going to get you anywhere, especially if this stuff was able to support your body weight the entire time you had slept.
How long had you been out, anyways?
Cavern walls tower over you, at least twenty feet high, all splattered with the same goo you're now trapped in. With closer inspection, you see you're not the only one trapped. Several ponies litter the wall, all asleep, all bound as you are. You call out to the nearest one, but receive no response. Perhaps the sleep isn't natural—that would explain why your head is so fuzzy right now. You can hardly remember falling asleep in the first place.
It appears you're in a hallway of sorts, just a few feet from the ground. A methodical drip echoes throughout the tunnel, the only sound outside your breathing. When a drop of sweat falls down your cheek, you realize it's rather humid in here... unnaturally humid for a cave.
You scowl, annoyed with yourself for getting captured and annoyed with this world for being completely ludicrous, never giving you a moment to adjust before thrusting you into another situation even more screwed up than the last. Sure, talking ponies were cool and all and you'd made some friends, but for once you'd just like to lie down, relax, and not deal with this shit.
Desperately hoping the humidity has worn on the goo, you start to struggle. Better than hanging around and waiting for your fate, you decide. You try squirming and shifting each limb, one at a time, but the goo holds fast. Next you try pulling, each attempt with more voracity than the last. Soon you're grunting, panting, gritting your teeth with effort.
The toil is to no avail.
Worse yet, it seems your grunts have attracted some attention. Hoofsteps echo throughout the hallway, coming closer, though you cannot tell from which direction. You take the only option available to you: play dead.
In an attempt to mask your consciousness, you quiet and slow your breath, even though your chest is screaming at you to do the opposite.
The hoofsteps stop right next to you. You don't look up, but you figure there are at least three ponies from the sounds they made.
The first voice you hear is undeniably feminine, curt and commanding.
"How cute, thinking we can't tell he's awake. Slap him."
You open your eyes just in time to see it coming. The blow is blunt and powerful, immediately jolting you to attention. A throbbing lingers on your cheek, red and angry.
Your visitors are three... pony-ish things. They all have both wings and a horn, though the lack of fur stands out more than anything else, not to mention the holes in their legs. How does that even work? One is much taller than the other two and the one who spoke, based on her appearance. She's much taller, her horn and wings longer and wider than her subordinates. From her eyelashes and body shape you can tell she's a mare as well.
Scowling, you spit to the side. "That was more like a punch than a slap," you quip.
"You're right," she says, deadpan. Turning to the guard who hit you, she says, "Again. An actual slap this time."
You try your best not to wince, but the blow comes just as hard as the last, only this time on the other cheek. Setting your jaw, you sneer at your attacker. You can taste the blood in your mouth and spit at his feet.
"Hmph," says the leader, "It seems there isn't much difference. Now lift up your head so I can get a look at you."
Instinctively, you look downward, eyes drawn to the red drops of blood on the ground. The creature that struck you seizes your head and brings it up, though you continue to look away, pretending to be disinterested in the formidable mare inspecting you. She leans downward, viewing your head from different angles, humming to herself as she does so. From there her eyes move on to your chest, legs, and finally arms. Standing back up straight, she pauses a moment in thought. You glance over to her, curious as to what she was deciding.
"He'll do. Free him and follow."
You nervously lick your lips, bracing your arms and legs for an escape attempt. This may be your only chance; catch them while they think they have the upper hand and make a break for it. The peons soften the goo with their magic and remove your limbs, legs first then arms. The moment your arms are free, you take a swing at the closer one, putting the full momentum of your body behind the strike. It connects with his jaw, sending a spike of pain down your arm—though he receives much worse. Your eyes follow him only long enough to see him stagger before shifting to the other creature. His horn starts to glow, but you don't give him time to cast. With a grunt, you send a swift kick into his forehead, rattling his skull and staggering him just as with the other.
The tall mare simply watches you, eyebrow raised, an amused look on her face. It pisses you off. Pulling back and arm, you charge at her, hoping to knock her into next week. Your fist travels straight and true... but stops inches from her face. Gaping in surprise, you find your entire body swathed in a paralyzing green light.
"I think you're the first prisoner I've seen with such fight left in you, outside of some rather feisty earth ponies. I don't suppose you'd simply listen and play nice if I told you any sort of resistance is pointless."
You manage to spit at her in response, though she grabs the saliva with magic and throws it right back at your face. You wince as it hits you.
"Good. It would make this much less interesting."
She waves off the other two creatures. "Back to your posts. I can handle this one."
Your scowl intensifies, her lackadaisical tone only angering you further. You'll see if she can 'handle' you. Without her magic, she's nothing. If you can just get one good hit in and disorient her, she'll be on the ground before she can blink.
The two peons nod and walk off. Your captor strolls down the hallway, headed for who-knows-where, towing you along with magic. Grumbling, you cross your arms and frown, helpless to free yourself without something to push off of. You decide it would be best to learn what you can. It might come in handy later.
"So what are you, exactly?"
"Ha!" She throws her head back before turning an eye to you. "You resist, spit at me and attack my subordinates, then expect me to answer your questions? How presumptuous are you, little creature?"
"I may be smaller than you, but I assure you my punches are not."
"Oooh, such a terrible threat coming from the helpless one." She scoffs. "No sort of attack you have would work on me, though it may amuse me to see you try sometime." Facing back forward, she continues. "I will answer you question anyways. We are changelings, and I am the Queen of the hive, Chrysalis. We feed on love... though I will admit to enjoying everything about obtaining food sources in addition to draining them. Now, I've introduced myself, it's only polite you do the same."
You raise your upper lip at her in a sneer, but say nothing.
"You should not be rude to a Queen."
A tingling crawls up your legs, slowly growing into an itch, then a dull pain. You do your best to keep your face straight, but the pain is only intensifying with your silence. In seconds, your legs are afire with it, and you're gritting your teeth, eyes squinted shut, trying to block it out.
It only gets worse.
You cry out, shouting your name, finally conceding to the agony, though the fact she is able to defeat you without lifting a hoof annoys you more than a little.
"There you go. You know..." Her voice trails off as she brings you in front of her, allowing your feet to touch the ground. The visage she wears is rather suggestive; a sly smirk through half-lidded eyes. "I am just as skilled with doling out pleasure as I am pain. This does not need to be so difficult."
You try to look away from her eyes, squirming, struggling to free yourself now that you can feel the ground, but it's no use. Her grip is far too strong. There's something mysterious about her gaze, something captivating, something you can almost grasp. You find yourself now staring into her eyes, drowning in them. What would it hurt to let her show you a little pleasure? Maybe she's not as heartless as you took her for. And those eyes... how could they lie to you?
"Good. Keep staring, pet. Let me see inside."
Her voice raises an alarm inside your head, giving you just enough freedom to blink. The moment your eye contact is broken, you jerk your head away, gaze landing on her forehooves. The effort it takes to free yourself is monumental, but damn it if you're going to let that mare win so easily.
She says nothing for the moment, and curiosity soon takes your attention to the rest of her form. Now that you're getting a good look at your captor, you find she actually isn't unattractive. Quite the opposite, in fact. Her body curves and flows smoothly, her legs look strong despite the holes, and the look on her face...
You quickly turn away, mumbling to yourself in an attempt to hide the rush of blood to your face. Your reaction does not escape her, though.
"My, what a reaction that is. I should let you know I'm very experienced with extracting love, and this body is well-equipped for it. Why don't you admit you like what you see? Your body already has."
You grimace at her. "Ain't gonna happen, bugbutt. Your overconfidence is going to get the better of you, and then I'll be out of here and back with a legion of royal guards before you realize what hit you."
She steps forward, shoving her face into yours, licking her lips as her eyes dance with hunger. A hoof goes to your crotch and cups your balls, rolling them back and forth, toying with them. Squirming, you try to move away from her, but you're still in the grip of her magic. "How I wish I could feed off of defiance right now. Yours would be so very delicious!"
"You're messed up. Seriously. Get the hell off of me."
She offers no reply, only a lick on your cheek as she walks past you, once again dragging you along, off to the depths of the cave.
You only hope you survive whatever she's got planned.
~~~
The room she takes you to is mostly plain. It's a sizeable bedroom, though there isn't much in the way of furniture. It makes sense; ponies don't wear clothes so they don't need furniture to store them. Two items catch your attention. One is a gigantic, circular bed, much larger than any queen-size you'd seen back on earth. It's covered in silk sheets and numerous pillows, all a deep red.
You briefly wonder if it's to hide blood.
The second item is a plain table, longer than you are tall and several feet wide. A chair sits at each end. Chrysalis floats you over to the table and plops you down on it with roughly, making you grunt when your tailbone hits it awkwardly.
"Oops." She doesn't sound very sorry.
You move to sit up, but before you can even get upright Chrysalis slams you back down, this time with a hoof instead of her magic.
"What the hell do you want from me? You capture me, have your little minions attack me, then drag me to this room and throw me on a table. Is this your idea of 'fun'?" you growl.
The corners of her mouth curl upward into a wicked grin. "I certainly won't deny there is an element of fun to it, but no. I want to feed on your love. I'm hungry and you look like a scrumptious meal." She slurps to emphasize her point. "The only problem is, I cannot take it from your forcefully. Sours the food and all. I need you to want this." She leans in, her face now dangerously close. "I want you to want this."
A hoof wanders south toward your waistline, homing in on its target. You have to admit, Chrysalis is an attractive changeling. This just isn't what you're used to. It's so sudden, so aggressive. Ponies never act this way toward you.
And while you're still unsure, your erection has made up its mind.
"Ahh, I haven't even touched you yet, and here you are, pitching a tent for me. How eager you must be."
Her pride is starting to piss you off again. You swat her hoof away with a snarl. "Really? You think just 'cause I'm a guy I'll just roll over on my back and beg for some sex? Maybe the stallions of this world can't control their libido, but I—"
Swooping in, she covers your mouth with her own, that wicked tongue of hers slipping inside before you can react. It plays with your own tongue, twirling around it, toying with it just like Chrysalis had done with your body. You start getting into the kiss a moment before coming to your senses and push her away. Her eyes drip with seduction as they lock onto yours.
"I see how it is. You're the one obsessed with sex here, not me. You don't just want to fuck me, you n-nee..." Your voice trails off as her eyes pull at you once again, this time much more compelling than the last. Remember what almost happened last time, you try to blink, but she doesn't let you.
"Show me, little human."
An alien glow pulsates from her eyes, rings of green rippling from their center as you feel them tug at your thoughts. Fantasies, memories, wishes all float to the surface, morsels for Chrysalis to gobble up and all you can do is watch. A pang of anxiety arises as she peruses your most intimate thoughts.
"You like blowjobs, do you? With lots of tongue, too."
You're forced to follow her with your eyes as she struts around the table, displaying the full length of her curves for you. Even though she is blunt, controlling and a goddamn kidnapper, your erection didn't care—it only becomes harder, and you're not entirely sure you disagree with it.
She stops at the far end of the table, near your feet. Her tongue looks ridiculously long, lolling out of her mouth like it is. You sit up and look down at her. "Y-you really want to test your will a-against mine?" you say, grunting from exertion at the constant fight to break eye contact. "I'm w-well known for my stubbornness."
She offers no reply, but releases your eyes from their prison, allowing your attention to shift to her tongue. Trying to maintain your composure, you watch as it grows longer and longer, extending to the table, then curling up your leg, quickly approaching your waistline. Part of you wants to back away, but a stark curiosity holds you in place, eyes glued to the ever-growing tongue.
Your member twitches in anticipation, your mind running through all the things she could possibly do with that tongue. Before long, the tip is at your waist, slipping underneath your pants. You gasp as it starts massaging your manhood through your underwear, grazing against your stiffness with gentle strokes. Chrysalis hums in amusement at your reaction.
The sensations coming from your crotch are whittling away at your defiance. It couldn't hurt to give in a bit, right? She'd made her intentions very clear. It's not like you were tied up with anypony else. All she wants—all YOU want—is a little pleasure.
The fact she's refusing to touch you directly with her tongue is driving you mad. You reach down to lower your pants but Chrysalis holds your arms back with magic, slowly shaking her head in disapproval. Sneering, you struggle against her magic, then try shifting your legs around to at least drag your pants off your waistline. Chrysalis smirks then escalates, suddenly coiling her tongue around your shaft and holding it tight.
The shock of pleasure that ripples down your body freezes you in place, eyes widening at the feel of her slick, wet tongue on your member. It's holding you so tightly you can feel her taste buds, small bumps of friction that amplify your pleasure whenever she shifts her tongue.
"That t-the best you got, Chrys?" You try to regain your smugness, though the stuttering doesn't help.
She elevates an eyebrow suggestively, then begins wrapping her tongue further around your shaft, moving painfully slow, making sure to cover every inch of exposed skin. You grit your teeth to keep from grunting in pleasure. As she adds more and more tongue to your member, your breath begins to quicken, beads of sweat dripping down your forehead. Eyes still on Chrysalis, you give her your best smirk, determined to hold out as long as possible.
Soon your entire shaft is smothered in her glistening pink tongue, though Chrysalis sees no reason to slow. She wraps your testies up as well then returns to your member, covering it with a second layer of tongue, smile growing at your clear agitation.
At least she can't verbally taunt you with her tongue occupied as it is.
It must be at least five feet long at this point, and Chrysalis finally seems satisfied with the length. She's now shifting her tongue back and forth, caressing the entirety of your shaft and balls simultaneously with hardly an ounce of effort. A grunt escapes your mouth and you bite your lower lip to keep from showing her any other signs of weakness.
You can feel an orgasm rapidly approaching, coaxed further by her skilled tongue as it tightens and constricts. The seconds pass like hours, each movement sending shocks of ecstasy through you. The edge comes closer and closer, and soon your stamina wilts to her exquisitely long tongue. Just as you're about to release, however, her tongue withdraws in one swift motion, leaving your member red and aching, exposed to the stuffy cavern air.
"That's how you play it, Chrys? That kinda stuff doesn't work on me," you growl.
The last of her tongue disappears into her mouth before she replies. "Hah! You can say whatever you wish, your body does not lie to me. I know how close you were." She resumes her saunter around the table.
Glaring into her eyes, you grab your erection, determined to finish yourself off, pissed she'd flaunt her power over you so openly. You hardly get one stroke in before she yanks your hand away with magic and slams you back down onto the table.
"You really don't get the message, do you? You're helpless, human."
"I was always a little slow in class."
Her face closes in on yours and she licks her lips, eyes lighting up once again with that perverse thirst.
"You're only making me hotter, meat." You open your mouth for another snide response when Chrysalis rips what's left of your clothing off, leaving you completely exposed on the table before her. She then turns around, lifting her rear up into the air, giving you a clear view of her welcoming passage. The fluid dripping from it tells you she's already aroused and ready to go. Something seems... off about it, though. You squint and lean in for a better look, then jerk back when your suspicions are confirmed.
There's movement inside her marehood.
"Never seen a changeling's before? You see, we're able to control specific parts of our bodies very well, especially those best at... extracting love. I've found this configuration is best at pleasing my mate. Why don't you give it a try?" She gives you a Cheshire grin.
You consider it a moment, but decide to take the opportunity to shove it back in her face. "Hey, you're the one who needs it, not me. I'm perfectly fine right here."
"Oh? Are you?" She spins around, locking eyes with you. You scoot back on the table in response. "I think you should be a little less stubborn. Relax." Her eyes are rippling now, a familiar light coming from within them. You don't know what to do besides stare back. "That's good. Just keep looking at me. It will help you to calm down." The green glow intensifies and it feels like her eyes are encompassing your entire view. You consider her argument; she's right, you should relax. This would feel so much better if you did. "Such a good little human. You don't want to resist any more, do you? I can send you to places you never dreamed."
Panting, you open your mouth to defy her again, but no sound comes forth. Once again, you feel your thoughts pulled from her head. She pauses and puts a hoof to her mouth upon finding one in particular.
"You had some awfully filthy thoughts about those cute little ponies, didn't you?"
"Fuck you!"
"What about—" a green flash covers her body, "—this one?"
Before you is now the perfect image of Rarity, eyes half-lidded, licking her lips as a hoof slowly crosses her chest.
"F-fuck..."
Rarity saunters up to you, a generous smile of lust clear on her face. Your member aches at the mere image.
"Darling, I just have to get a look at that cock of yours. I heard it was wonderful." Her eyes dip to your waistline. With an exaggerated gasp, she cups your manhood and balls in a hoof. "My word! How do you find pants to fit these in? Oh, right," she says, mouth moving dangerously close to your shaft, "I make them for you." She opens wide, giving your member a painfully slow, rough lick.
Squinting, you focus on controlling yourself, fearing her tongue alone could send you to orgasm. When you open your eyes, you gasp to find a new pony on your junk.
"I could spend MONTHS studying this!" says Twilight, moving her head around to view your manhood from every angle. "Researching the human male reproductive organ could bring major findings about sexual orgasms!" Not allowing you a moment to reply, she takes you in her mouth, bobbing up and down with methodical rhythm, tongue grasping your stiffness with each repetition. Your hands gravitate to her mane, guiding her as she blows you. Her eyes look up to your own as she gives you a grin, still swallowing your member.
Throwing your head back, you let out a moan, focusing on Twilight's impeccable technique. When your eyes return to hers, you find the lurid glow of Chrysalis' stare instead. She gives you one last good suck before detaching. "You're not going to resist any more, are you?"
"No, I won't resist," you say, though the words seem distant. It made sense to give in, right? Such a beautiful changeling wouldn't guide you astray.
"I'm glad to hear it." Again, she shows you her sex, though it's much more appealing this time. "Now let me feel your love."
"Of course." Your voice still sounds off to you, but Chrysalis asked you for something, so you don't have time to care about it. Swinging your legs off the edge of the table, you hop off and grasp her rear firmly. She lets out an exaggerated moan as you do. Just before you enter her, a weak voice inside you tells you to stop. You dismiss it; Chrysalis needs you. Besides, your member is stiff and throbbing with anticipation. Chrysalis can give it the attention it needs.
Without further ado, you thrust inside her.
It instantly becomes apparent her sex is nothing normal. Her walls allow you easy entrance, well-lubricated by Chrysalis' abundant arousal, but as soon as you bury yourself to the hilt, she clamps up, seizing your member to the point you cannot move. Several smooth, claw-like digits clench your erection, holding it in place. You gasp, startled at first, but her body quickly goes to work and your worries evaporate. Feelers poke and prod at your shaft, almost as if inspecting it for weaknesses. Chrysalis' trap undulates around you, sending waves of pleasure down your member as more of her fluids drip out.
"Mmm, very nice. I can feel every inch of you now."
What feels like a set of lips close around your tip, kissing it tightly before sloughing off and then returning. After repeating this several times, the lips hold your head but do not leave, instead starting to suck on you like a lollipop. You grunt in pleasure, your fingers digging into her rear. Her wings stiffen in response.
The feelers inside of her complete their inspection then focus on bringing you to orgasm. They coil around your shaft, some pumping it, other simply showing it with caresses. You bend over and pant, their workings achieving their goal with alarming efficiency. Your hips instinctively attempt to thrust in and out of Chrysalis, but her marehood still holds your fast. She feels your resistance, though, and interprets it as a request to speed up.
Everything inside of her sex moves faster, determined to drain that first orgasm. Your eyes bulge at the sheer number of sensations barraging your member, and soon you're at the edge, fighting to hold back as long as possible.
Chrysalis shatters that barrier as easily as she breathes, a moan coming from her mouth as she feels your release.
The orgasm rips through your body as you shove your hips as far forward as possible, grunting at the overwhelming thunder of pleasure she puts you under. The lips on your head suck your cum up eagerly, Chrysalis' marehood working you through the entire orgasm as if desperate to pull every last drop from you. Only when you are completely drained does it release you.
You stagger backward, leaning on the table for support. Your master turns around and smiles at you, apparently pleased with your performance.
"Well done. I see I picked an adequate specimen. Now kiss me."
Again, a voice within you protests, a little louder this time. You ignore it and lock lips with Chrysalis, revelling in the kiss as your tongues intertwine and play.
"I adore obedient playthings. I think you've earned the bed, now," she says, leading you over to the oversized bed. She steps up onto it, pausing a moment to show off her shapely rear before lying down in a seductive pose. You walk over to her, hesitating, wanting her permission before joining her.
"Come now, don't be shy, there's only pleasure to be found here."
Smiling, you hop up onto the bed and go in for a kiss, one she readily returns, wrapping her legs around you. Chrysalis rolls you onto your back, towering over you, silky mane falling onto your face. You lock eyes with her, prompting that pesky voice to come back. This time, you're unable to simply dismiss it.
You're not sure why, but this seems... off. Weren't you just fighting with her? Why are you so complacent now? What's...?
The realization comes over you quite suddenly: she'd hypnotized you. Those piercing eyes... you remember them and the strange green glow overpowering your thoughts, your will evaporating under her magic.
And now, you're angry.
You push back Chrysalis as she went in for another kiss, a fierce grimace on your face. "You hypnotized me!"
Rolling her eyes, she smirks and replies, "You state the obvious like it means something."
"You admit it?!"
"Please. You're killing the mood. We both know you'd have done it eventually anyways."
"Hey, I'm not—"
You're cut off by a gag wrapping itself around your head. When you move your arms to remove it, you find the sheets, animated by Chrysalis' green magic, seizing your arms and legs then pulling them taunt, laying you spread-eagle on the bed. You start shouting into the gag, but Chrysalis puts a hoof over your mouth, smile turned dark and wanton.
Her horn lights up again and you feel invisible hands stroke your member, bringing it quickly to attention. Looking back and forth between your manhood and her legs, Chrysalis eventually picks one and brings it over your shaft. Your initial reaction is confusion, but her intention becomes abundantly clear when she squeezes your erection into one of her leg holes and beings pumping.
"Perfect fit, don't you think?" she teases. You only manage a grunt in reply. The hole she'd picked was extraordinarily tight, assaulting your shaft with both pressure and pleasure as she brought her leg up and down. She quickens her pace, though she's leaning her head on her other leg like making you cum would be almost trivial. You'd yell at her for underestimating you, but all you can do is mumble behind the gag.
Pleased with your reaction, Chrysalis removes her leg and lies down on your chest, brushing her slit up against your manhood. You try to shake her off, but your bindings hold you still. Any resistance only amuses her.
She starts by kissing your neck, extending her absurdly long tongue across your skin in lengthy, deliberate strokes. At the same time, she sways her rear back and forth, rubbing her folds and ass all over your junk, her arousal leaking out with each movement. You shudder, unable to defy her actions, the familiar pressure of orgasm sparking up within you.
Her sloppy kisses recede, though you cringe when she scrapes her fangs against your skin during her withdraw.
"Are you ready, meat?"
Behind the gag, you can't really reply, but you give her your best sneer. She throws her head back and laughs in response.
"I know you desire it, but I want to hear your SAY it first."
"Fat chance," you mumble.
"That didn't sound like an admission." She shoves her rear harder into your crotch, swaying it sensually in circles. Your erection is begging to feel her marehood again, desperate to be pumped, squeezed and sucked like before. "Are you sure you don't want it?"
You remain silent.
Her wings descend upon you, kneading and massaging your chest and sides with gentle touches. You struggle at first, but her motions sap your strength until you can do nothing but lie down and accept them.
"Say it, human. Embrace me and feel everything you want."
"Yes," you say.
All movement stops. She leans inward, moving her ear toward your mouth. "What was that?"
"I want it!"
"Such an complaisant human you are. I think I'll drain you now."
She lifts her rear, and with one smooth motion, takes your throbbing erection inside of her. The sudden entrance elicits a gasp from you, shortly followed by a moan as her walls begin their familiar milking process. This time, however, Chrysalis doesn't hold your shaft prisoner. She thrusts her sex up and down, swallowing your member only a short time before releasing it again. Her constant thrusts barrage against your will, already bringing you close to climax.
Each time she takes you in, the moving parts of her marehood spring into action, grasp your shaft and smother it with teasing caresses, working in overdrive to excite you as much as possible before Chrysalis withdraws again. On some thrusts she slows, allowing her marehood to stimulate you more thoroughly, often drawing a gasp from your lips.
It isn't long before you find yourself on the precipice of orgasm, Chrysalis' powerful thrusts and precise wing massage wilting your resolve. Somehow, though, she can sense the tension within you and slows, holding you at peak sensitivity without allowing you release. You moan, frustrated, through the gag, but she shows little concern. Your squirming only seems to excite her further.
She looks down to your member, horn glowing, as she thrusts you inside her one last time before stopping. You feel your dick begin to tingle, blood coursing through your shaft as Chrysalis channels magic into it. Your eyes grow to the size of basketballs when you realize what she's doing. Gradually, you feel your manhood become heavier, wider, longer, until it eventually fills her sex to the point of bursting. She moans in contentment as you fill her. While she can't move much with you sheathed so far in her, she doesn't need to. Any twitch or shift in her position paralyzes you with pleasure, as your engorged dick is much more sensitive and can feel every inch of her walls as they move, not to mention the incredibly tight fit.
Suddenly, the gag flies off and you open your mouth to cry out only for Chrysalis to cover it with her own, tongue darting in before you can react. As she dives deeper into the kiss, her snatch begins to undulate, rippling up and down your shaft, forcing you to moan into Chrysalis' mouth. You can feel her approaching the end as well, her movements becoming more feverish and primal, moans constantly escaping her lips. The lips inside her sex clamp onto your head again, beginning their merciless sucking, eagerly anticipating your imminent orgasm. Twisting and writhing against your bonds, you wallow in the sea of pleasure Chrysalis has put you under, heart thumping in your chest almost to the point of bursting. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, desperate for oxygen. It's hard to catch your breath with Chrysalis on your mouth, but you hardly care.
Your climax rushes upon you like a waterfall, practically wretched out of you by Chrysalis' hungry body. Yelling into the kiss, you thrust upward, orgasm tearing your mind asunder. As soon as your thick release hits her, Chrysalis moans, arching her back as her own orgasm finds her, soaking your crotch and the bedsheets in her cum. The lips affixed to your head swallow your seed greedily, sucking harder and faster, intent on draining you for all you're worth. Slowly, as Chrysalis continues to milk you, your member shrinks back to its normal size, raw from the ruthless stimulation it'd been under. With one last thrust, you relinquish the last of your cum and your energy, going slack into your bonds.
Chrysalis adds another deep kiss, crushing her mouth onto yours and seizing your tongue with her own before rolling off to the side, breathing heavily.
"You should not have pleased me so thoroughly, meat," you hear her say as your eyes flicker, sleep threatening to take you, "because now I might not ever release you."
"Stu... stupid bug," you gasp, "I'd never want to leave."
