Queen Chrysabitch

by Methionine

Rating: mature
Tags: Human, Anthro, Second Person
Length: 3694

You, Chrysalis and one long night spent in her chambers as she tries to figure out who to take as her consort.

You've been called to Queen Chrysalis' chambers by the changeling herself. Ostensibly to help her dress for the evening, her real purpose for summoning you quickly becomes clear.

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Just porn, no plot, etc.. Second person, futa, yadda-yadda.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-16 19:20:02 UTC

They also call her "Chrysatits" behind her back

"You love your Queen, don’t you?"

You just about finish pulling one of the thick, dark green stockings up her legs. Never one to open your mouth unless explicitly told so, you only nod to her.

"Of course you do!" She snaps, making you shrink back, "that’s why you’re here," she continues, reaching down to gently take your chin in her hand. "Mmm, such soft skin. Run your hands higher, along my thighs."

As she bids, you do. Her carapace is just as smooth and yielding to the touch, oddly warm. You stop upon coming to her hip.

"Yes, I can feel it; you can barely contain your love for me, can you?" She chuckles and you lower your head in shame, feeling your cheeks start to burn as her laughter intensifies. "Do you spend your nights dreaming of me? Dreaming that one as low as you might be worthy enough for a Queen to return that love?"

Her thumb comes up to stroke against one of your lips and you gasp silently, stopping yourself from making a sound just in time.

"Your Queen does not share her love wtih any but her brood, but…" Her eyes dart down and you follow them, stopping only at her throbbing erection. "I may share something else with you." You swallow, eyes starting to widen. "But not here, like this." She scoffs. "I have something far better in mind for you."

Chrysalis cocks her head aside and then waves an arm towards her bed. You somehow manage to tear your eyes from the sight in front of you to that thing – it always looked so soft, with silk sheets and pillows piled high. On the few occasions you were allowed work not too far from her bedroom, you heard… noises. Your Queen’s latest conquests and what she was doing to them. The sounds made you more envious than you’d ever admit.

"Well?" the changeling barks, "Why are you still kneeling there?"

With more haste than may be proper, you hop to your feet and make your way to your bed. Chrysalis languidly walks over to you, hips swaying along with her cock at every step. She grins maliciously, licking her jet black lips. Her green eyes burn with an energy you haven’t seen before and when she pushes you sharply, you’re taken off guard and tumble back. The bed is, thankfully, as soft as it looked but the Queen doesn’t stop upon reaching it. You push yourself back along it as she advances, until you feel your head knock against the wall.

Taking hold of your shoulders, Chrysalis pushes you down until you’re lying supine.

"How much do you love your Queen, hmm? Would you say…" A slender black finger points to the base of her penis. "This much?"

Were it any other time and anyone else, you might well have laughed but here, with her thick locks of hair tickling your bare skin, you nod. Chrysalis, however, does laugh – a rich, melodious sound. The tall mare makes her way up along your body, her cock swinging and sending small droplets of clear precum flying with each movement of her legs.

"You’re rather eager, aren’t you? Hmhm, your love is practically radiating from you!" She continues on, until her knees straddle your neck. "Do as I say and I won’t pull out. Open wide!"

You do as your Queen bids, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets as you struggle to keep yourself from shaking.

"My, what a beautifully supple set of lips you have." To punctuate her point, Chrysalis runs a finger alone one and slips it just inside your mouth. "And so warm. Perhaps I should keep you as my royal cocksock, hmm?"

You make to say… something but Chrysalis squeezes your lips shut.

"Show me how much you want to be."

But you can’t; not like this. Though you try to reach out, move your head and even extend your tongue to its limit… her member is simply, tantalisingly out of reach. The scent is something beyond compare; muskier than any male’s and the way it glistens with the precum that’s been leaking from the tip catches your eye.

Just as you give up hope, as you’re sure this is all just some cruel joke, your Queen leans forward ever so slightly – just enough for the tip of your tip to flick against the tip of her penis.

She shivers from head to hoof and you are rewarded by the slightly sweet, deliciously salty, intoxicatingly arousing taste of her precum. You savour it for a moment, letting it trickle along your tongue.

"Well, you…" Chrysalis trails off, her words lost in a breathless sigh. Her stockinged legs rub against you eagerly and you see another shiver run down her body. "You really are eager to please, my sweet." Again her tongue extends over her lips, swiping over them with agonising slowness. "And your Queen is not without a heart." She bares her wickedly sharp teeth in a grin. "Should you prove yourself, I may deign to grace you with pleasure beyond anything you could hope to imagine."

The words spring to mind immediately – that no pleasure could be greater than pleasing her, nothing so dreamlike as watching her groan and squirm as you lavish attention upon her. But how could you ever hope to say something like that to her? She is your Queen and you… Well.

"But I believe, right now, you and I both share the same need, don’t we?" She wiggles her hips, just enough that a few droplets of precum spatter against your lips and you greedily lap them up. "Open wide for your Queen."

Even were her voice not so seductively hypnotic, you would have done it in a heartbeat.

Chrysalis leans forward, shifting her weight upwards. Her hands come up along your neck, taking hold of the back of your head. Her breathing quickens and her eyes narrow ever so slightly. Her cock throbs as the tip pushes past your lips and the changeling lets out a long, slow groan.

Precum trickles across your tongue and your Queen gently pulls your head downwards, shuffling back on her knees so that she maintains her position inside you.

"Take a deep breath."

You hadn’t the time to ask and knew better to anyway, simply obeying her. It was just as well.

In one quick motion, Chrysalis lowers your head and rights herself so that her body is parallel to your own. The last thing you see is the dark green of her stomach baring down as she thrusts, burying her cock in the warm, wet depths of your throat.

It twitches and throbs and you feel the warmth of precum steadily flowing into your stomach. Your hands reflexively come up and around her waist, securely holding her in place. Your mouth is filled with her taste and your mind drunk on passion.

When next she speaks her voice sounds slightly muffled. "Ahh… Good. Hold on. Mmmh, you’re about to be give a true test of your abilities!"

Your Queen shifts her hips about and your hands spring up, cupping her rounded buttocks to hold her in place. A rippling shiver runs across the smooth, warm flesh there as her cock throbs.

"Eager little thing, aren’t you?" Despite your best efforts, Chrysalis easily pulls herself back against your hands. "Ahhh, but eagerness alone isn’t enough." You try, however you can, to clamp your muscles down on her retreating cock but it’s to no avail. Within a paltry few seconds, the tip of her cock is all that’s left in your mouth and the saliva slicked shaft towers above your face. "Show me what you can do!"

And just like that, your Queen rams her turgid member back into you. You’re left to choke, still clinging tightly to her rump but nervously kicking and pushing your legs against the bed. The muffled sound of Chrysalis cooing flits down and her hands pull your head tight to her pelvis. Your lungs burn, the desire to breath fighting against your need to have this gorgeous mare inside you. It’s a short-lived battle, Chrysalis quickly again pulling out of you just as much as before only to thrust back down with more force, pushing you into the bed.

"Ahh! You know exactly how to serve your Queen," she groans. Warm precum trickles into your stomach but it’s a far more filling drink from her that you desire. It fills your mouth when she pulls back out, this time until the tip is right at your lips. You cough but the motion moves you forward and Chrysalis takes advantage to thrust down again.

From there your Queen starts to speed up, building a rhythm. Her grunts and groans are punctuated by the schlck schlup sclorp-ing of your throat being ruinously fucked and with every thrust you cling to her just as tightly. Her heavy, full balls slap against you, drawing further up towards her as time passes. Warmth spreads across your lower parts and through the noisome coupling, you make out the tell-tale tinkling of her magical field encompassing that part of you.

Without warning, Chrysalis throws herself back and pulls free of you. Once more you’re allowed to breath free and cough. Saliva drips from the length of your Queen’s shaft and it twitches, sending little spurts of precum shooting onto you. She grins widely, predatorily, and paws her way forward.

"My, my, that was impressive!" Her long, dark green locks of hair lie tumbled over her shoulders and her half-lidded eyes smoulder as she inches towards you. "Usually they’re unable to keep going for quite so long before… trying to fight me off." Her long pink tongue laps at her lips and you push yourself back on the bed. "And I have been searching for a spirited consort for so very long." Her hands strike the wall at either side of your head, halting you. "But there is one last thing."

You never imagined a changeling’s lips could be so soft, so yielding, so welcoming. Her equally tender breasts press up to your chest and her cock bounces against your stomach as your Queen moves in close to you. Your tongue feels out her sharp teeth and she playfully nips at it once or twice, giggling against you afterwards.

"Enough!" She roughly shoves you back, panting. "Do you think I ignored this?" You feel a hand roughly take your cock. "You think I haven’t eyes to see? Think I can’t understand why you’re so eager?" Her thumb rubs against the head and then over it, smearing the copious precum that’s been leaking across the sensitive skin. "It’s because you want a real Queen to show you what a real cock is like, don’t you?"

And what can you do? Only nod dumbly, altogether too eagerly and feel another throb at her quiet laughter.

"Turn over. Now." Again, with more eagerness than you’d like to show, you scrabble about and get onto your knees. Chrysalis gives your rear a firm smack in passing and then the other cheek the same treatment. You can only stuff your head against her pillow and hope she doesn’t hear your quavering moan.

But in doing that, you cut off sight of her and are left only with the sound of her stockinged legs shuffling against the sheets. A pair of smooth hands grips your behind, roughly pulling the cheeks apart and before you can say or do anything else, your Queen’s throbbing member is pressed between them.

"Ahhh, now this is a fine sight!" Chrysalis starts to rock back and forth, grinding her—you only now realise—copiously lubed up cock against your small opening. "You have saved yourself for me, hmm? Knowing that one night, you would offer this delicious treasure up to your Queen." She thrusts forward, her fat balls smacking against yours, and lets out a warm, throaty grown. Thick strands of precum spatter across your back and you shiver, feeling it ripple down your body and into your behind. "Oh do not despair, my beautiful little thing." Her hands rove over your back and warm breath wafts over the side of your face as she leans close and whispers, "I have no intentions of being gentle."

The Queen titters, righting herself over you and pulling your cheeks apart again. Her fingers roughly squeeze and push at your pliable flesh, Chrysalis relishing in squeezing your asscheeks around her throbbing length. Precum runs in a long, thick stream onto your back, pooling and running down.

Your only warning is the feeling of her hooking her thumbs into your small hole, pulling it open with far more gentleness than you’d have expected, and pressing the tip of her eager cock to it. She breaths, rough and ragged, starting to pant and then – she thrusts forward, letting out a loud grunt but instead of entering you, her cock slips out with a muted, wet "plop". Chrysalis’s thighs quiver against your legs and, most unbecoming, your Queen lets out a whine.

Never wishing to disappoint one such as her, you rest your head on one side and reach back behind yourself, taking your rear in your hands and holding it open. It leaves Chrysalis with her hands free to lever herself against you, which she does immediately. One gripping her shaft, the other steadying herself on your back, you catch sight of her licking her lips from the corner of her eye. Then, grinning and bearing her sharp teeth, she presses her cocktip at your entrance once more and pushes. It’s different from the thrust of her first attempt, this time being a slow, sustained push.

Her perseverance and care is rewarded by that same wet "plop" from before but slightly louder this time as the tip of her cock enters you. You are rewarded by a feeling of fullness you could never have imagined. It stings, more than you’d ever dare speak of in earshot of a changeling guard but for your Queen, nothing is too much to ask of you.

"Ah… Ah… My, you’re far tighter than I thought," Chrysalis comments, the hand on your back now slowly circling one of your cheeks. "Maybe I should keep you so I can fix that."

With far more ease than her initial entrance, your Queen slowly pushes in against you. Your breath catches, the sensation being an alien one but by no means unwelcome. The little bump from her cock’s medial ring makes you whimper but her knees prevent you from closing your legs. Inch by hot, aching inch, Chrysalis slips further and further into you and whispers words you can’t quite make out. A little thump of flesh meeting flesh is the only sound made when she bottoms out.

"How… Nnngh! How are you so fiendishly tight?" She wiggles her hips, but you’ve squeezed down on her so hard, she can barely move. "Do you really want your Queen to breed you so badly, my sweet?" She chuckles, a lilting little laugh that makes you shudder. "Of course, I know you’ll bare me no foals but that doesn’t mean we can’t try, hmm? Over." She thrusts against you. "And over." Thrust. "And over!" Thrust.

The warmth that you felt in your throat and stomach is now replaced further down and the warmth and wetness makes you cling at your soft rear all the harder, whimpering. And then, in spite of how hard you’ve tried and succeeded until now, a single word passes your lips.

Your Queen shushes you, tenderly kissing at your neck.

"I know, I know. I cannot blame you for wanting this. But do not fear, my delicious little consort, I won’t leave you unsatisfied." Another little laugh and this time it takes your breath away.

Chrysalis starts to pull out and you frantically clamp down on her, only making your Queen gasp and groan but never halting her movements. Her hands trail down your body and back onto your rear, black fingers digging in as she stops only when the very tip of her cock is left inside you, still pumping precum.

Even her previous assault on your throat couldn’t have prepared you for the sheer strength behind her next thrust.

So strong is it that you’re pushed up to the wall, your whole body having being thrown forward and your grip on your behind lost. Luckily, Chrysalis still clings to it and holds your cheeks apart. The obscenity she lets loose upon hilting in you is something you’re sure only a changeling could pronounce but far more pressing is the way her cock presses against you, insistently throbs, the way her balls roughly smack against your own and make your own cock throb.

Then back again, she pulls out, leaving you to shiver and shake and cause her to thrust prematurely, gasping. She hadn’t gone past the medial ring but she grunts out that obscenity again, muttering something about your tightness.

Still buried deep inside you, Chrysalis pulls you back roughly and then lays you down flat on the bed. She follows you down, those soft, warm breasts pressing against your back. Her stiff nipples rub at your skin, the most wonderful tingling ripples of pleasure coming from those points. Your Queen hooks her legs about your own, spreading them wide and then brings her arms up around your chest, crossing them.

Making sure to keep your legs apart, Chrysalis plants herself back down and starts to pull out. This time, despite your best efforts to keep her inside, she pulls free of you in one, rough yank. The pillow barely provides any insulation for your howl, more of pleasure than pain. But it’s barely left your lips when Chrysalis thrusts back down, burying every stiff inch of her cock back in you. Then she pulls back, not quite out but far from it, quickly followed by another thrust down.

"Listen very closely to… to me!" Your Queen hisses, still thrusting madly. "You are going to… hah, to milk every last drop from me!" The room echoes with the sharp, wet slap of a particularly harsh thrust. "Nnngh! Understand?" You whimper an affirmative. "Good… Ohhh! Very good!"

You feel your rear reddening from the force of her thrusts against you, your cock aching with the need for release but the thought of doing so before her never once crosses your mind.

Every thrust has her pulling out now, ruining your rump for any other save her. Every thrust has her whispering more filth into your ears, of how she plans to spend the rest of your life in her hive making an example of you, what happens to those who harbour a desire for their Queen. She kisses your neck, nibbling on it after, and clarifies that you’ll be a shining example of the perfect consort; submissive, yearning, yielding and ever obedient to your Queen.

"Because you… you love your Queen, don’t you?" She huffs between pants. You say… something, you only know that it’s desperate and pleading and speaks to your adoration of her. "Unnnh! Of course you do!" Her voice is a growl, low and threatening. "That’s-why-you’re-here!" She punctuates every word with an increasingly harder thrust. "That’s-why-you’re-mine!" You feel the tip of her cock swell, her thrusts growing shorter but quicker. "That’s-why-you’re—Ohfuck!"

With those last words, your Queen buries every hot, hard inch of her cock into your welcoming depths. The tip swells to its fullest and the nip of her sharp teeth at your neck signals the first spurt of thick, creamy cum that spatters across your insides. You remember what she asked of you and some dim, still-aware part of you clamps down tightly on her member, rhythmically squeezing it. Chrysalis lets out a whimpering cry, humping at you but to no avail – she’s buried to the hilt in you.

Such is the volume of her orgasm that even in spite of your tightness and her best efforts to keep herself tight against you, some of her semen starts to leak out of you, running in thick, hot rivulets along you. She pulls back once, thrusting forward messily, making a few large gobs of cum spatter about. And then does so again. And again.

So your Queen rides out of the rest of her heady orgasm. You squeeze as much as you can, the flare of her cock never once allowing her to move more than a few inches and certainly not to pull out of you.

Instead, once the torrent of semen dies down, Chrysalis lies against you, rubbing your still heaving chest. For a time it’s all the two of you can do; despite being under her, you’re still utterly exhausted and more than satisfied. That is in spite of your still stiff member.

When your Queen does eventually pull out, it’s only once her flare’s gone down enough and is followed by an amusing—though you’re careful not to chuckle—schlorp as well as a veritable flood of cum onto the sheets. Far from what you expected, when she rolls aside, Chrysalis still holds onto you and keeps you tight to her chest. Her movements are slow and languid, her breathing soft and more than once does she nibble at the edge of your neck; a stockinged leg rubs against your own, the soft material feels more than a little pleasant.

"I see I chose well." Her voice is quiet, devoid of the passion and aggression from earlier. "You will stay with me, to serve me. And I," she lowers her voice to a whisper, bringing a slender finger down to rub at your aching cock, "will amply reward you." There’s a sweet little chuckle that she cuts of instantly. "Do not dare breathe a word of that to anyone!"

You would never even think of it. Right now, in this beautiful changeling mare’s embrace, all you can think of is just what she has planned. The warm contentment that rises in you is just the beginning of it.