Author's Note

So..... This is a story i thought up that goes with a beautifully drawn art of my OC. Artwork was made by vavacung and i cannot thank them enough for all that they do for their work and fans. Please eave any feedback and I hope you enjoy this (Very sad) short story.

Sometimes You just gotta blow

Regent Queen Nova was elevated by the daughters of Chrysalis to royalty as they had no interest in actually ruling in their mothers place. As such Queen Nova was dropped into the turmoil of a hive that was in mass chaos and distress from its ruler up and leaving without a word, the poor nymph took on her new duty with determination and dedicated all her time in supporting her subjects as best as she could. Even still she was in dire need of help..... so she made a king!

Being a king is not all its thought up to be, sure you can boss others around and get a sweet comfy place to live and eat but, damn is it a pain enjoying any of this when most of your subjects either see you as a unfit ruler for being foreign, a half breed, randomly elevated to power to bear the brunt of the work, or just don't listen because males in a changeling hive don't really have ruling power in a monarchy of queens. This is sadly the issue for Verix, newly and firstly crowned Black King of the Loveless Hive, once a hive of former queen Chrysalis. His elevation was recent and unexpected to most in the hive due to the position only being open for now more than three hours before he snatched it before most changelings in the hive even heard about it.

It was late in the evening in the hive, Verix sighs as he closes his kings hall doors with a satisfactory grin. His wings buzzed as he stretched them out, his red and purple eyes losing any brightness as he let his guard down. The day had been long and quite empty of company as they usually are, And the afternoon was busy with utter nonsense and chaos.

'Just another day as king'

He thought to himself as he popped his shoulders, neck and wings with a pained grunt. After thoroughly inspecting the hall to be sure no pesky lings stayed behind he strolled back to the throne on which he spent most his days sitting on.

"Honestly between the nut cases here and filtering out every lustful or lewd thought that passes through in this part of the hive mind I can see why the Regent queen offered up this position."

He whispers out to himself as he sat down in a uncommon position, his back against the throne with his hind legs hanging over the edge.

"It would be nice if she came by more often.... as strangely she acts around others I do like her company... oh well"

He shrugs closing his eyes and attempting to drift off to sleep, only to have thoughts of all that transpired in the day, all those raw lust filled emotions floating around and the need to release his own primal urges. It was at this point he opened his eyes to see his failed attempt to sleep has now made him erect.

"Great now I'm never gonna sleep."

He grunts frustrated at his own thoughts and body betraying him. He stares down at his own semi erected sheath for some time.

'Fuck it its been a while anyway'

He shrugs as his forehooves burst into magical flames, changing them from rough hole filled hooves into black chitinous like claws. With a roll of his new wrists he leans back against his seat as he begins to stroke himself but, to his surprise he didn't seem to get any harder or pleased from the action.

'Well that's just great, I'm turned on but cant even help myself to it....'

He thinks getting even more frustrated, that was until a small idea popped into his head. Verix closed his eyes as he still stroked his cock, thoughts of his fantasy mate coming to him, thoughts of her in exposing positions or in erotic outfits began to fill his mind. With a smile growing on his muzzle he began to finally feel pleasure from his actions and thoughts, his erection growing to its full wide and girthy length. At full glory his own claw could grip around it barely touching back around, he begins to arch his back as he speeds up his strokes as his own desires for the one female he will more than likely never have a chance to be with begin to overwhelm his mind. Thoughts of what he'd do with her and to her, race through him as he blushes deeply and moan out in soft pants, His breath becoming heavy and his heart racing as his mind swelled with his fantasies.

His cock begins to throb in his grasp as he sadly was now losing to months of resisting his urges and build up of his reserves, the flower like tip of his cock opens outward in its three folds as he neared his climax. On most occasions Verix would use his will power and magic to hold back much of his orgasm, even to go as far as keep the eggs that he produces as a royal (much to his queens very confused and even teases him about it) contained, for he wouldn't dare waste a drop or egg.... not unless it was for the very ling he was fantasizing about, she was special and even for just a thought of what may never be, he'd give it his all. Sweat and shame roll off his body as he thinks of filling his fantasy mares full of his seed, this thought sends him over the edge as he gives a orgasmic screech. His cock bulging slightly before firing outward into the air above him and the throne, a fountain stream of purple semen and red eggs fill the air, some even splattering on the ceiling above! Each time he moaned and fired another load into the air, and each time said load would spread outward and shower down like glowing red and purple rain and hail. His throne, the floor around it and yes even himself was coated in the mess of his own making, a dumb happy smile plastered on his face as exhaustion filled him

'Hive I needed that....'

As the royal king panted and laid back into the throne, reveling in his orgasmic bliss he would not notice behind a small outcrop of rocks that Regent Queen Overlord Nova had saw what her king had done, her face beet red and in a state of unexpected shock. She would stay like this for only a moment before hastily making her way out of the room unnoticed with plans on properly punishing the king on defiling the poor throne that once belonged to queen Chrysalis. Perhaps having him dress up in a obscenely pink princess outfit as he cleaned up his mess?