Chrysalis Fever

by Bromega

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Queen Chrysalis, Human, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance
Length: 1839

Queen Chrysalis isn’t feeling well. There’s only one cure: lots of sex.

Queen Chrysalis isn’t feeling well. There’s only one cure: lots of sex.

Published 2012-06-21 00:34:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-06-21 00:34:01 UTC

The Chapter In Which Chrysalis Feels Much Better

You have been given your orders; you know what you must do.

You stride into the royal chambers, and look upon the Queen.

She lies on her side on a tangle of velvet sheets, her four slender limbs splayed out before her. Her red tongue lolls from her mouth as she pants, eyes half-lidded. She’s shivering violently.

“Who is it?” she demands. She struggles to lift her head, her sea-green hair sliding wetly over her face. “Who dares enter my chamber?”

Her eyes narrow into slits when she recognizes you. With a sigh, she slumps back down onto the bed.

You step closer. She is not well – her sides heave with pained breaths, and her skin is slick with sweat. Every so often, her wings buzz in involuntarily spasms.

She is covered with scuffs and scratches, and a long burn has marred her belly. On her ass, a long jagged cut oozes green ichor.

Her cruel emerald eyes are fixed on you. She flicks back her ears in contempt.

“Let us say simply that my children will not go hungry for quite some time,” she says, bitterly.

“There is no need to concern yourself with my condition. You need only perform your function.”

With that, Chrysalis lifts up her trembling forelimbs – inviting you in. You get down on your knees and crawl into her embrace.

You settle against her, feeling the heat radiating from her body as she pulls you close. You gently hug her stomach.

She begins to suck the love from you.

You feel curiously buoyant as the queen presses you against her belly. It feels as if the lifeblood is draining from your veins. Heat rushes to your face and ears as you become acutely aware of your own heartbeat. Your pulse quickens, you start to pant, as a warm tingling builds in your feet, like so much static, a faint electricity, as if they have fallen asleep.

The sensation washes up your legs, flows over your hips, across your belly, into your chest, down your arms, curling up the back of your neck, to cascade over your face. Your body thrums with countless throbbing points, as if you are filled with bees. You feel numb, and weak – almost breathless. Multicolored spots dance across your vision.

Chrysalis squeezes you closer, burying your face in her heaving chest. She softly nuzzles your hair.

“Is this all? You must have more, somewhere in that body of yours…”

Her feverish sweat soaks into your skin. The scent is overpowering, like mallow and brackish water. The soft buzz of her wings fills your ears.

Feeling now strangely numb, you settle against her, drifting peacefully, aimlessly…

The sensation changes. A deep warmth wells within you, spreading out along your limbs. You gasp as pinpricks turn into countless subtle strokes – as if a thousand tongues now glide across your naked skin. You can feel her sucking at you, tickling your nerves, turning your muscles fluid as the queen engulfs every inch of you in a full-body blowjob. The sensation flows into your groin, to wrap around your shaft…

Chrysalis laughs softly, feeling you grow hard against her hind leg. She brings her thigh sliding upward, rubbing your sex with the wet, supple flesh.

“There it is. But surely there is yet more…?”

With a spasmodic jerk she pulls you upward, pressing your cock tightly against her sweaty underbelly. She slides her face against yours, running her tongue across your lips before pressing your mouths roughly together. The sickness radiates from her in hot, sour waves; her fang nicks your lower lip, drawing blood. Her tongue coils serpentine around yours, and from it hangs a line of saliva when finally she breaks away.

She laughs again. Her eyes have narrowed into fine slits – she smiles madly, burning with fever.

“Mm – your queen feels – so very hot…”

With a front hoof she pushes you down, burying you in the soft pile of sheets. She rolls on top of you, pressing the air from your lungs as her weight settles on your chest.

You gasp for oxygen as she weakly struggles to lift herself. She stands, her legs trembling violently, and does a slow about-face.

With a heavy sigh, Chrysalis falls once more on top of you. She wraps her rear legs around your neck, and thrusts her ass and pussy into your face.

Her salty musk washes over you, eating away at your mind, as you take in the subtle curves of her ass, her twitching asshole, and the softly quivering folds of her dripping sex.

Hot, sticky juice runs into your mouth from her winking slit. Her engorged clit throbs against your tongue, pulsing as you suck at it.

Your erection strains as she teases your penis, lightly caressing the tip. Her hair brushes against your inner thigh, the damp strands tickling your skin.

You spot once again the bleeding cut on her butt. You slide your hands up her flanks, the sweat sloughing between your fingers, to gently squeeze her taut, compact ass. You feel Chrysalis gasp hotly around your cock as you lean forward, gently running your tongue across the wound – licking it clean. Her blood tastes sickly sweet, with the faintest hint of bitter cacao.

Blinded by flank, you are taken by surprise when the queen rewards you by sucking the head of your cock into her mouth. Her tongue moves slowly, running around the glans, teasing the upper ridges, sliding quickly over the urethra, gradually building in intensity until it is fucking you with the same ferocity it did your mouth. She is more gentle, only lightly nipping the glans with her pointed fangs.

Your hips buck against her soft neck as you draw close – but she pulls away. From her warm mouth, your cock bounces into a punch of cold air.

She turns her neck to eye you from behind the curtain of her hair. Her glare is coy, knowing.

“No – let’s have it in here…”

She shifts her weight backward, slowly pressing her cunt against your face. Her ass flattens softly against your cheekbones, her pussy sliding wetly against your mouth. Your cock throbs, the scent almost too much –

Chrysalis shifts forward, again allowing you to breathe. Once more she struggles to stand, but she moves more quickly now, driven by lust and sickness.

Circling to face you again, Chrysalis now plants her forelimbs over your shoulders and lowers her belly against yours. Your aching sex presses neatly against the soft curve of her pelvis. You feel a wet heat as pussy juice dribbles down her leg to pool on your balls.

The queen smiles down at you, baring her fangs. She pulls back one of her front hooves and presents it to your mouth.

“You are always such a resourceful subject… would you? It itches terribly…”

In the middle of her leg is an awful welt. It throbs, red and angry, against her skin.

You tentatively reach out with your tongue, caressing the upraised flesh. The queen closes her eyes, sighing with pleasure. The leg trembles; its holes quiver and sweat, leaking slime.

One hole squelches wetly near the welt; your tongue migrates to its rim, tasting the heady salty-sweetness as you run the tip around the sensitive perimeter. Chrysalis shudders, her head ducking low, to whisper fever-stricken nonsense in your ear.

She writhes mindlessly against you, her hind legs pulling up and down against your skin, her holes clutching at you arhythmically, your cock grinding between her thighs.

She recovers, shaking, and presses her nose against yours. Her hot breath suffuses across your face.

“You know, I’ve come to quite like you,” she whispers. “But just how genuine is the love you feel for your queen?”

You feel her lower half shifting as she rearranges herself. She lifts her butt up into the air – and maneuvers her pussy against your engorged tip.

She exerts slight pressure, prodding her own vulvae with your sex, sliding slowly, up and down, against the tip…

Chrysalis flattens the side of her face against yours, eyes narrowed, looking smug.

“I understand that you want to give me your love so badly,” she says, sinking your penis into the soft flesh so tantalizingly close to her dripping pussy, “but I must hear you say that you love me. Say it – ‘I love you, Queen Chrysalis!’”

She smiles widely, stroking the back of your head.

“Such a good boy – who deserves an excellent reward.”

The queen sinks backward, taking in the very head, coaxing it into warm vaginal. She squeezes it firmly, then, laughing, pulls forward again. You squirm with frustration, but she shushes you, softly rubbing your stomach with a hoof.

She kisses you again, softly this time, holding you in place as her pussy comes to rest against your cock once more.

With a gasp and a coy upturn of her jaw, eyes flashing, she sits.

You jerk violently, hands flying to grab her ass, as she slowly, painstakingly, brings her cunt up and down, softly working your shaft.

You involuntarily try to sit up, but Chrysalis wordlessly pushes you back down onto your back, into the softness of the bed, sheets damp with her drying sweat.

She runs her tongue across your face, over your lips, laughing softly as she fucks you slowly, her hips moving at a calm pace - up and down, up and down - as you writhe beneath her. She grins a toothy grin, eyes narrowed.

The musculature of her pussy pulses endlessly, the wet heat seeming to pervade to the very core of your sex, hugging you completely, sucking you deep into her, to push against her puckered cervix.

A familiar heat wells up deep between your legs, your balls tightening. Chrysalis moans with delight, holding you down. Her body glows with sweat, the fever breaking - she now waits only for your cum.

Her pussy slides in an upward stroke, the soft green flesh distending slightly, juices running down your shaft -

And downward, to engulf you completely, the warmth of her ass pressing into your pelvis -

The softness of her cunt, wrapped so tightly around you, going round and round as she circles her hips, her belly rubbing against yours -

Chrysalis sits down, hard, in a single, straight thrust, and smiles as you explode into her, jets of ejaculate filling her sex, to spill out in hot streams onto the bedsheet.

She nuzzles against your neck, licking your jugular.

"You have done well, my subject. Your queen is strong once more."

She slides herself off of you, eased by the film of your mingled sweat. She looks down at you with a cold smirk.

"Rest now. I will have need of you again soon - every patient needs a follow-up."

Reinvigorated, she turns and stalks out of the room, ass swaying, leaving you completely spent.

And satisfied.