A Battle of Wits(and genitals)
Aside from the horrible sensation (at first) of inhaling viscous liquid, being cocooned wasn’t a horrible experience. I was weightlessly floating in what felt like a warm bath. Not being able to move much sucked, but whatever was in this liquid relaxed me to an absurd degree. The most I could do was move myself a few inches at a time. Speaking of time, I had no perception of it. Behind the thick wall of my chrysalis, everything was a shade of green so dark it might as well have been black.
So most of my time was spent either asleep or daydreaming. It was impossible to tell the two apart given my sensory deprivation. Which made it all the more surprising when the side of my faux-womb was ruptured and I came tumbling out onto the resin floor.
Now exposed to fresh air, I became acutely aware that I was still filled with fluid, and that I could no longer breathe. Flopping over onto my side, I made indescribable sounds as I coughed and retched in tandem. Emptying the contents of my lungs and stomach on the ground beside me, I collapsed back into a pathetic, gooey mess.
Whatever was in that green stuff had deadened my senses. My eyesight was wildly unfocused and blurry, I could barely feel the floor beneath me and my hearing was muffled as though I were underwater. The goop draining from my ears created a truly painful pressure gradient, as though someone was jamming their fingers in my ears. Unable to do much else, I simply curled up in a ball and whimpered, opening and closing my jaw as fast as it would allow to ease the slime out.
Changeling cocoons were transformative vessels, that was common knowledge to everyone who dealt with one. With no sense of time, I had no idea how much I had changed. Turning my blurry, unfocused vision down to my hands, I could see they were black, which meant I had to have been in there for at least a week.
“Oh good, you’ve not passed out. You’re already doing better than most when they come out of the pods.” A smarmy and distinctly masculine voice mocked. The black equinoid figure of my taunter came into view, and despite my blurred vision, I could see the blue saucers that were his eyes scanning up and down my form.
“Not a single defect either, won’t have to throw you back in. I’ll give you a few minutes before I start questioning, so you get used to your new looks,” My captor stated. The changeling bent over to grasp my neck in his jaws so he could drag me along. I couldn’t offer a shred of resistance as I slid across the smooth floor, before being dumped into a chair facing a mirror. A few seconds later I started to feel vibrations as he fastened my wrists to the seat with handcuffs.
It took me a while, but eventually, I was able to get my eyes to focus and stare into the mirror. My reflection was radically different from the last time I had seen it, but inside that cocoon, I had undergone a metamorphosis. Gone was my dashing facial hair, my roguish charm, and my rugged male physique. Now I was decidedly androgynous with a flat and featureless chest, a soft and feminine jaw, wide hips, and a layer of padding over my muscles.
My hair was long and feminine, now colored a dark cerulean. The whites of my eyes were now a deep black, my iris and pupils now a uniform amber. Opening my mouth, I could see that my flesh was now charcoal black. My teeth were thankfully still intact, although my canines were now proper fangs.
From the shoulders down and hips down, my limbs were now covered in a shiny and leathery black carapace. The time spent in my pod had reformed my digits as well, my hands sporting four clawed fingers rather than five, and my feet now resembling that of an insect with two forward-facing claws and one in the back. That wasn’t the most striking change, however.
What I presumed was numbness around my cock was, in reality, something far more severe. My manhood was gone, and in its place laid a puffy-lipped pussy. “Wha-” I choked in shock, hacking up globs of cocoon fluid that had been resting in my larynx. None of the textbooks mentioned that changelings could swap your genitals around! Yet, despite my shock, I did not find possessing a new sex disagreeable. In fact, I felt a burning curiosity to figure out just what it felt like in action.
“Your change downstairs was an unexpected result, but one that’s nice to look at for sure,” The Changeling chuckled as he paced around my seated form. “Can you talk yet? I’m growing quite bored with this one-way conversation.”
“Yes.” I rasped out, my voice a pitch higher than I was used to. Every inch of my body now tingled like an asleep limb as my sense of touch returned.
“Good, good. Now, all I want to ask right now is a very simple question. Think about it while I go fetch you some water: Why did you snoop around my brother carrying concealed weapons?” If looks could kill, the accusatory glare they levied at me would have popped my head like a balloon.
I sat there in silence as I prepared an answer for the bug-horse. (Work on this part)
Pharynx returned with a cup, the changeling pressing it to my lips and all but forcing me to drink. Not that I need coercion to greedily suck down the fluid. “You got an answer for me?”
“I am not a dumb man, I improperly hid some blunted swords and waterlogged pistols in my coat because I wanted to get caught,” I explained, my voice significantly less raspy than before.
“Well, you got caught, genius. Is there more to this master plan of yours? I’m dying to know,” Pharynx snarked.
“I’m glad you asked! You see, I’d heard you didn’t agree with how your brother was running things around here; that you were looking to depose him. So I figured I could help you along, give you some human genes so you could create superior drones to overthrow your brother. I’ve just run into one small hurdle.”
“Oh, and what’s that?” Pharynx said, voice dripping with mock enthusiasm as he began to circle around me.
“Well, uh, with the change between my legs here, I can’t really execute that plan anymore,” I lied.
“Nonsense! You’re still perfectly capable of giving me superior drones; your plan went off without a hitch.” Pharynx stated in an oddly cheerful and supportive tone.
“How? We both have cunts, it’s hard to…” My voice trailed off as Pharynx began to giggle, the bug-horse turning beet-red as his laughter grew
“You got your information from Cercus, didn’t you.” He said with the biggest shit-eating grin I had ever seen a changeling have.
“How did you know?” I asked dumbfounded.
“He’s a pathological liar. Or delusional, hard to tell sometimes. He told you I was female, didn’t he?”
“Yes, but that still doesn’t answer my question!” I pleaded
“Cercus is a drinking buddy of mine, people go to him for information about me, and then he lies about me. Just simple deduction,” Pharynx stated with certainty.
“So, what happens now?”
“Well. I can allow Thorax and the Hive to persecute you for your crimes, or, you can go through with your plan. Only,” Pharynx drew in closer until his hot breath was rolling across my left ear. “You’ll be carrying, not me.”
“I don’t really have a choice then.” I stammered as I backed away from the changeling’s snout.
“You do have a choice. You can languish in a dungeon cell for a few years, mining tunnels in the meantime. Or, you can carry my eggs, overthrow my brother, and be richly rewarded for securing my reign. After that, you can do whatever, I’m not possessive.” He explained, walking back over to stare me in the eyes.
Weighing my lack of options, I hung my head in defeat and sighed. “Fine, spread my legs and be done with it already.”
My captor snorted loudly, before tapping me on the nose with a chitinous hoof. “Aw but that’s no fun, breeding’s far cooler when your partner’s into it.”
“What makes you think I’m going to enjoy this?!” I irately inquired.
The changeling smiled, a sight that chilled my bones. “Oh I have my ways, and you’re not going to be used to the sensations you’ll have down there. When I’m done, I’ll have you wrapped around my palps.”
Noticing my discomfort, Pharynx laughed harder. “You think I’m going to do some freaky changeling mind-magic on you? Nah, no fun doing that. Instead, I’ll just expose you to your desires, and let you lead yourself into temptation.”
“Huh, well, how are you going to figure out my desires? I’m not going to tell you about them.” I smugly avowed
“I’m a changeling, I can tell.” Pharynx boasted, hoisting his rear end off the floor.
“That doesn’t make any sense! How can you tell what makes me aroused without me telling you by words or deed?”
“It just comes naturally to me, watch this.” The changeling disclosed before his entire body was engulfed in green polymorphic magic. What stood there when the flames died out made my heart stop mid-beat.
Pharynx had been replaced with an absolute hunk of a man, dense and broad with muscle, whose sun-kissed skin did not have the slightest trace of a tan-line. He must have stood a whole foot taller than me. Pharynx’s limbs were coated with green carapace much like my own, but his leathery exoskeleton bulged from the dense muscles lying underneath. Turning my gaze away from his hypnotizing torso, I caught sight of the monster cock that bulged out between his legs. The shaft resting there was as thick as a baby’s arm, resting atop a sack that threatened to impregnate me from sight alone.
I felt a foreign itch come to life between my legs before I managed to tear my eyes off Pharynx and his Adonis physique. A furious blush overcame my face as I clenched my legs tight together, hoping to hide my growing arousal from the changeling.
“Oh? You like what you see,” Pharynx questioned with a smug chuckle. He drew closer until his face was mere inches away from my own. His deep emerald eyes were boring into my own, and I found it extremely hard to meet his confident and nigh-predatory gaze.
“W-what are you doing?” I stammered out as I tried to shrink back into my chair, sweating bullets all the while.
“Oh nothing, just admiring my queen-to-be...” Pharynx whispered, his deep and rich voice sending tingles up my neck.
“Just because you look drop-dead-sexy doesn’t mean I’m going to fuck you!” I barked in defiance, my courage quickly evaporating when the changeling smirked.
“You’re right. That’s why I have a second method, which requires your hands to be free,” The changeling stated as he reached around my back to unlock the handcuffs binding me to the chair.
“Well, what’s that?” I questioned, bringing my arms around so I could rub my sore wrists.
“Hold on a moment and I’ll show you,” He declared before walking off to a corner of the room. Grasping a menagerie of items in one hand, while dragging a chair and table with his other hand, Pharynx re-approached me. As he walked back, I looked away nervously, trying to pretend as though I wasn’t ogling his firm man-ass,
“I see you’re very interested in my waistline,” Pharynx deadpanned as he slid the table in between us, pulled up his chair, and sat down. He then set down the items on the table: Two goblets filled with blue liquid and a pouch filled with blue powder.
“I wasn’t looking,” I lied, squeezing my legs together to try and ignore the growing itch in my freshly-minted cunt.
“Right, anyway, I have a simple challenge for you. A battle of wits,” Pharynx proposed as he slid one of the goblets my way. “Both of these cups are filled with blue-raspberry punch; they haven’t been altered in any way.” He grasped both in hand and drank from them, as a display of good faith.
“Now, the powder on the table is from the Caeruleum testiculus plant, or as it’s more commonly known: Grogar’s Balls. It has no odor, taste, or texture when dissolved in water. It is one of the most potent aphrodisiacs known to mammals, but to us changelings, it has effects similar to barbiturates. Now, the game we play with this is simple. I deposit the powder into one of these cups. You guess which cup doesn’t have the drug, and if you succeed, I write you a pardon before I pass out.” The changeling bargained, slowly sliding the assembly of items back towards himself.
“What happens if I fail?” I questioned.
“Then I imagine you’ll become quite aroused and unwilling to refuse my advances. I’m already making you hot and bothered just by sitting here. Y’know, if your peeks at my crotch are anything to go by,” Pharynx disclosed.
Caught red-handed, I blushed furiously and affixed my gaze at the changeling’s eyes. “I accept your challenge.”
“Very well then,” Pharynx intoned, grasping the two cups and the package of powder. Turning around; he hid his actions as he poured the powder into one of the cups. He then brought them back around, and set each one on its original side. “The game has begun. Choose your glass, I’ll choose mine and we shall find out if you chose correctly.”
Looking at the two goblets, I felt a surge of confidence well up in my chest. “It’s simple, all I have to do is figure out your character. Are you the type of man to put the ap- aphrodisia- the horny powder into his own goblet-”
I slowed my words to a crawl as Pharynx began to keel over, face twisted in glee as his chest convulsed in restrained laughter. “Go on,” he managed to squeeze out.
“Now, given how clever you are, you would likely put the powder into your cup. Because only a complete idiot would drink what he is given, but, you must have accounted for me being stupid. You probably counted on it if I’m judging your perception of me correctly,” I deduced.
“I might think that,” Pharynx confessed with a smug grin on his face.
“Then I cannot choose the drink in front of me,” I replied.
“So you’ve made your decision, then?” The changeling questioned, leaning forward and arching an eyebrow at me.
“Not even close. See, as you are also a changeling and changelings are very skilled at deception and so are not easily trusted by other creatures as you are not trusted by me. So I cannot trust the drink in front of me,” I proposed.
“Truly you have a dizzying intellect,” Pharynx remarked. Grasping his chin and looking at me with an amused expression.
“What’s that!?” I shrieked as I pointed behind the man.
“Do keep it down, my brother is trying to sleep upstairs.” The praetorian deadpanned, not taking his eyes off me for a moment.
With no other options left, I swallowed my anxiety and reached for Pharynx’s goblet. I drew it back to me as Pharynx reached over and did the same with my own cup.
Staring down into the dark blue liquid, I took a deep breath to calm my nerves before downing the tart drink. True to his word, the changeling threw his cup back much the same. There was nothing more I could do now, besides wait to see if I had chosen correctly.
I was unable to tear my eyes away from Pharynx as I waited with bated breath. When the drink finally settled and a deep warmth began to spread throughout my body, I knew I had lost. Taking a deep, gasping breath. I tried to keep from squirming as the warmth oozed its way through my body, my skin flushing red in the wake of the drug’s path. I became aware of the faintest gust of air rolling across my skin, but, that was not its sole effect. The itch between my legs flared like a fire neatly stoked, becoming impossible to ignore.
“I lied, in reality, both the cups were laced,” Pharynx divulged. The changeling pushing the table away with a single hand, allowing us both to see the other entirely.
“Aren’t you going to fall asleep then?” I questioned as I slowly brought my hands to rub along my hips. The urge to massage my slit was steadily growing, but I resisted it for now.
“That’s also a lie, it’s a potent aphrodisiac to us as well,” The Praetorian disclosed. With nothing to block my view, I could see that he was flushed just like me and that the ship mast between his legs was growing thick with blood.
“Oh, you bastard!” I growled. By now my own need had grown unbearable, my thighs and the chair I was sitting on were slicked with my arousal. Grinding my sex against the wood of the chair felt divine, but, it wasn’t enough. I needed something larger, thicker, something that would work its way into my depths and finally get rid of that maddening tingling.
“Here, let me help you with that,” Pharynx exhorted. He rose up and made his way over to me, kneeling down and spreading my legs with his leathery hands. With my sex exposed, he drew closer until I could feel his nose sucking and blowing in wind across my swollen nethers. “You have the most pleasant scent,” he remarked before smothering my pussy with his mouth.
My breath caught in my throat as I closed my legs around Pharynx’s head. The man was now sucking on my nethers, sliding his tongue up my folds until he reached his intended destination. Upon feeling his tongue grind against my clit, I could do little more than grit my teeth and squeak. Pressing my hips into his face, muscles deep inside me clenched around an imaginary intruder. While there was pleasure, I could feel a dull throb inside me similar to a sore muscle.
When he pulled his head away, I whined with visceral need. “Why did you stop?”
“Just want to try something,” Pharynx hummed as he forced his powerful arms up and under my legs.
“What are you dooooing!” I panicked as Pharynx suddenly shot up onto his feet, dragging me with him. I had my legs locked around his neck while my hands grasped his hair in a death-grip.
“I’ve got you, don’t worry,” Pharynx rumbled in a voice so deep and strong that it rattled my slit.
He effortlessly loosened my legs and rotated my hips until I had fallen upside down. The man’s thick babymaker had slid across my face until the fat, drooling head was pressed against my neck. With my nose pressed into the cleft of his virile orbs, every intake of breath brought with it a thick, musky scent with sweet vanilla undertones. Huffing his musk, I felt my brain descend further into a swampy erogenous mess. My lips were quivering from just how good he smelt, which made it all the more pleasurable when his firm lips pressed against my doughy pussy once more.
Drunk on lust (and likely Changeling pheromones), I tried to grind my slit against Pharynx’s mouth. Only to be stopped by his dense arms clenching tight around my plush thighs. With my hips secured, he resumed his previous actions: sucking on my plump lips and teasing my folds with his tongue.
Already consigned to my fate, I opened my mouth and slathered his meat with my tongue. Not content with just my tongue, I pulled it back and kissed his sex with my plump and girly lips. Relishing the sight as each little kiss and lick made his cock flex and throb with need.
With great effort, I tore my nose away from his sex so I could press my lips against Pharynx’s flared and swollen cockhead. Kissing the rounded tip, I gently nursed his manhood as I polished his flare with my tongue. Lapping up the juicy and salty pre that spurted from his shaft, I savored the taste of my captor -no,- mate. I began to slide my head forward, his mushroom head pushing past my lips and deep into the warm confines of my mouth. Sucking on it as though it were some obscene straw.
My attention was well-rewarded by Pharynx. The changeling-hunk was sinking his tongue deeper into my ebony honey-pot. Occasionally, he would brush his tongue against my engorged clit. Each little lick and slurp caused me to clench around my oral invader, an act that was quickly becoming far more pleasurable than discomforting. I desired more, however; I wanted to feel myself get filled. I wanted to squeeze and clench around something substantial, something that cleaved me apart.
His tongue was quick to sate my desire, the thick and bumpy organ thrusting into my depths before squirming about like some great worm. It felt so good just filling me, I found myself gripping and tugging at his tongue with my muscles. The sensation of him slipping free of my grasp was an orgasmic feeling I couldn’t put into words. Instead, I moaned like a bitch in heat around his cock.
I tightened my lips around the leathery skin of Pharynx’s shaft and pushed his firmness deeper into my mouth. I braced to suppress my gag reflex, only to find that I felt no urge to spit the penile invader out. An unexpected change, but not an unwelcome one. With my former biology no longer a worry, I pushed myself until the changeling’s sack was draped across my face with my nose nestled against his virile orbs. His comforting scent once again drenching my airways.
With my throat now wrapped around my mate’s manhood, I began to slowly bob my head. My soft tongue darting around Pharynx’s shaft, feeling how he pulsated in my vacuum-tight suction and tasting the potent pre he was squirting into my mouth. My heart swelled as I felt his little twitches and restrained bucks, I wanted to make him feel even better. Taking in a deep breath, I tried to swallow his shaft. My rippling throat had the desired effect, and I could feel the man’s legs wobble dangerously.
“Fuck~” He groaned into my folds, gently squeezing my clit between his teeth and tongue. My back arched and my legs tightened around his neck as stars swam in my vision. He did not stop with the nibble to my button. Soon, his tongue, teeth, and lips were all battering my sensitive button. It throbbed under the suction of his lips as tingles ran up my spine and through my limbs. A deep-seated heat welled up inside me like someone had poured warm water on my belly. My muscles continued to tighten until moving off his cock felt like an impossibility.
My chest seized as I melted into my first female orgasm. The intense pleasure wasn’t satisfied with just staying in my crotch, instead, it spread out throughout my whole body. The deep-seated warmth in my gut was soon to follow. Every part of me felt warm and fuzzy as my cunt clenched down, squeezing my liquid arousal into Pharynx’s waiting mouth. Having only been used to the male orgasm, it came as quite a shock when I felt ‘aftershocks’ travel through me as my pussy continued to milk an imaginary penetrator.
Pharynx chuckled warmly and began to carry me off, not that I could see where given the curtain of masculinity currently draped across my face. With my limbs locked up from orgasm, and tingling as though they had fallen asleep. I could only offer up token resistance as Pharynx set me down on a bed. His cock pulling free of my fanged maw with a loud pop.
I squeezed my jaws together as my mind struggled to comprehend that I no longer had a fat dick to suck on. “Why? You didn’t get to finish,” I whispered. My eyes were locked on his spittle-slathered shaft, dyed an angry red from the ministrations of my throat.
“My arms were tired,” Pharynx explained, licking my stray juices from his lips. “It’s not going anywhere if you want to get back to it.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. With shaky limbs, I rose up and onto my butt before scooting to the edge of the bed. Pharynx immediately thrust his hips, brushing his drool-glazed length against my cheek and burying my nose in his crotch. Out of breath from my orgasm, I instead wrapped a soft hand around his shaft and began to jack him off.
Looking up, I saw Pharynx’s emerald eyes staring down into my own. Grinning, I blushed and looked away as I gave his cock a squeeze. Turning my head, I began to kiss and lick his plump testes whilst my free hand kneaded and traced over his smooth flesh. Each one of his pussy-packing orbs filled out the palms of my hands, leaving no doubts as to his virility.
My mate had a lot more stamina, thrusting, and bucking into my clenched hand. Giving his balls a final kiss, I pulled away and placed them on the tip of his shaft. Letting the flexing member push its way through my plump lips. Now Pharynx had sped up his pace, desperately fucking my hand and mouth as his own release drew near. His whole body quivered and shook as he drew close, breath catching his throat.
Finally, I could feel his cock throb wildly. His thrusting grew erratic and short as his face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and strain. I pulled my hand away and relaxed my throat, allowing Pharynx full access to my mouth. The changeling gripped my head as he began to fuck my face in earnest, grunting in mind-shattering pleasure.
He couldn't hold back his orgasm forever, though. The hunk slammed his shaft deep into me until his balls smothered my chin and my nose was quashed against his crotch. His shaft flared and swelled angrily as his massive cumtanks clenched tight against his pelvis.
And then, he climaxed hard. Fat ropes of seed gushed from his cockslit, the liquid so thick and virile that I could feel it cake my throat. His whole body quivered and shook with the force of his orgasm, breaths coming out in wheezing pants. Overwhelmed with pleasure, he tried to pull free of my suctioning lips, flooding my mouth with seed before he finally slipped free. Soon, his scepter was drenching my face, neck, and chest with his batter before finally coming to a stop.
Pharynx looked down at me and smiled as he took a single shaky step before unceremoniously collapsing into a pile on the bed beside me. Body shaking and quivering from the ball-draining climax he had just experienced.
Adjusting my posture, I swirled his cum around in my mouth. The taste wasn’t disagreeable: salty and sweet with a hint of bitterness. Then, I turned my head so he could watch me swallow it down, along with all the seed deposited on me.
“And to think you were so reluctant at first,” The changeling chuckled.
“Shut up, I’m just too horny to care,” I huffed annoyedly as I leaned over Pharynx’s chiseled chest.
“Being horny doesn’t make you want to choke on my cock, like you just did~” The man snorted. His arms shot up and wrapped around my back, before pulling me flat against him.
Once I was wrapped in Pharynx’s firm embrace, he swiftly flipped around. Pinning me under 200-plus pounds of premium stud, he was leaving me helpless to resist his advances. He traced his firm hands all along the soft contours of my girly body and bent his head down to pepper my neck in kisses.
“Nngh,” I moaned out, trying to drag my sensitive neck away from his wet lips. The warm hands dragging over my flushed skin drove me to press myself against Pharynx, to feel his touch even stronger. I just wanted to melt into his embrace and never leave it with how warm and secure I felt under him.
With steady heat returning to my loins, I began to feel up the stud smothering me with his sweaty body. Pressing my hands into his chest, I dragged my dainty fingers all along his body. Feeling just how hard and strong he was to me, how he could break me in two if he so desired. Gliding down his sides, I grasped each of his steely buns and kneaded my fingers into the dense muscle.
Overcome with lust, I began to hump against Pharynx. Smooshing his half-erect length against my plump thighs, my folds kissed his lightly shaven crotch.
“Someone’s eager,” Pharynx teased as he dragged his hands achingly slow across my belly. His face lit up as I writhed in need, back arching in an attempt to pull away from his sensual touch.
“Quit rubbing it in and fuck me,” I demanded, angling my hips in an attempt to slide his stiffening length inside me.
“Ah-ah-ah! Not with that attitude I won't,” Pharynx chided. Frustrating my efforts, he pulled his crotch away.
“Please,” I whined as I humped the air in desperation.
“Better, but not enough. I want you to beg for it,” the shapeshifting stud divulged. Whispering into my ears, he was soon sending shivers rocketing down my spine.
“I’m not going to beg, I don’t even know what to say,” I countered.
“We both know that’s a lie. You know exactly what to say, you’re just too proud to say it.” Pharynx expertly surmised, gently biting down on my neck.
“Fine… I want you to fuck my pussy,” I asked, turning my head in an attempt to hide the intense blush forming on my face.
“Aw, that was weak. I know you can do better than that,” he rumbled into my neck.
“I want you to b-breed me,” I whispered after a moment of hesitation.
“I know you have more to say than that.”
“Breed me! I want to be pinned under your big, strong body while you pound my pussy! I don’t want you to stop until your cum is waterfalling out of me!” I declared.
“Goodness, I can’t refuse that enthusiasm,” Pharynx commented as he craned his head low for a kiss. As he pressed his firm lips against mine, I quickly speared through his mouth and pressed my tongue against his. As we fought for oral domination, moaning and groaning into each other’s mouths. Pharynx slid his hands down my soft body, wrapping his arms around my hips and grasping each of my bubbly cheeks in his meaty hands.
Drawing his body closer to mine, I could feel Pharynx’s softened member slide into the cleft of my sex. Before he could lower himself fully onto me, I was already arching my back to press my supple torso against his chiseled physique. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I began to grind my honeypot against his cock.
Between my own spasms of pleasure, I could feel Pharynx’s shaft pulsate as it swelled to life. He was now grinding his hips in tandem with my own, sliding his stiff shaft all over my sopping sex. We humped each other in earnest until an errant thrust sent his cockhead plunging past my lips and into my waiting depths.
A throaty moan ripped its way from my throat. With only a quarter of his length embedded on me, I was clenched tight. The alien sensation of my new muscles working was causing discomfort in my gut. Not wanting him to push in further, I pressed my hands against his chest and wedged my knees against the sides of his hips.
“Sssh, relax,” Pharynx cooed as he pulled away from our kiss. He cupped my face in his hands as he stared deep into my eyes. “I’ll be gentle, you just lay back and enjoy yourself.”
With that said, Pharynx began to slowly push himself deeper into my clenched pussy heedless of my attempts to stop or slow him down. Finally bottoming out inside me, I could feel his soft cockhead brush against the end of my canal. As my discomfort from being stretched faded, an intense pleasure began to radiate out from my loins.
“Fuck that feels good,” I hissed as I dug my fingers into Pharynx’s back. Clenching down on his girthy length was scratching the deep itch in my nethers, replacing it with a wonderful warmth. Still too tight to do anything fun yet, Pharynx bent down for another kiss. Invading my mouth with his powerful tongue, he began to pull away from the vice-like grip of my nethers.
My sweltering slit fought him for every inch of cock, the stud only managing to pull out halfway before instinct commanded him to thrust his hips home. Slapping his queen-making sack against my cheeks as he groaned into my mouth. Changing his strategy, he began to make short and quick thrusts into me, barely pulling out as he rocked our hips together. Slamming the headboard against the wall behind us with each powerful thrust, Pharynx claimed me.
Each thrust loosened me up, allowing him to pull out further and further until the flared head of his cock tugged at my entrance before being plunged back in. My loins burning with pleasure, I felt the compulsion to move and writhe my body around. I buried my face into Pharynx’s chest. Gyrating and grinding my hips against his own relentlessly He let out a deep, bestial groan from my movement and placed his hands on my hips, before tipping himself onto his back and dragging me along with him.
“You’re so cute when you blush,” Pharynx purred as he cupped my cheeks in his hands and gently scratched behind my ears.
“You are too,” I giggled, setting my hands down on his broad chest. Now that I was on top, I could control just how fast and deep I wanted it. Clenching around him, I slowly pulled my hips up until a sudden arc of pleasure shot up my spine, the sensation forcing my legs to clench as I re-impaled myself on his length.
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed in bewilderment. Now that the initial shock from the sensation had worn off, and I had a deep-seated need to feel it again. Bouncing my hips up once more, I held my breath in preparation - only to be met with disappointment as my brief pleasure was followed by the horrid sensation of being empty. Not willing to give up yet, I began to slide my hips back and forth and was rewarded with that glorious feeling.
My arms wobbled underneath me before giving out entirely, causing me to collapse onto Pharynx’s rock-hard torso. As I licked his sweaty pecs, I began to bounce regularly on his fat cock. Gyrating my hips around to give myself occasional jolts of pleasure, I happily fucked my brains out on his ramrod. Deep under the aphrodisiac’s effects, I was beyond words. All that mattered was cumming.
Staring into Pharynx’s eyes, I watched how his face contorted in pleasure each time the gentle stud bucked his hips to meet my own. I savored the little grunts, gasps, and moans he made as my deflowered cunt milked his cock for all it was worth. I didn’t just want to make myself feel good, I wanted Pharynx to cum buckets inside of me. Seeing that I was giving him so much pleasure tipped me past the point of no return.
I felt another fire start in my loins, this one far deeper than the previous. It spread down and into my pussy as I fitfully bounced on Pharynx’s cock. My thrusts grew slower and slower as the pleasure began to build under the surface until it finally boiled over. My walls pulsated as I locked up, I could barely move a muscle as indescribable pleasure flooded through my body, leaving everything under the skin feeling warm and tingly.
Taking advantage of my orgasm-induced paralysis, Pharynx possessively grasped my ass and pulled himself off his back. Pushing me onto my back, he loomed over my quivering form. “My turn,” he rumbled with a wide grin on his face, while he stared into my eyes.
Pinning my legs to my side, Pharynx got me into a mating press. As soon as my pussy had loosened up enough for him to begin thrusting, he began to jackhammer away. Still sensitive from my previous orgasm, the breakneck pace had me wrapping my legs around his hips and digging my hands into his back. His powerful thrusts shook the bed, slamming the headboard against the wall with loud thwacks.
Pharynx’s cock twitched, throbbed, and flexed as it plumbed my nethers. With his heavy breaths and thrusts, I could tell that he was getting close to his own release. That was, before a loud knock on the door sent ice lancing through our hearts, snapping us out of our moment.
“Hey! Can you two keep it down! I get you’re taking your relationship to the next level but you’re knocking the pictures off my wall!” Thorax’s voice cried out from the other side of the door
“Thorax! Go away!” Pharynx barked as he continued to pound my pussy with headboard destroying force, heedless of his brother on the other side of the door. The fire in my belly was surging outwards as my walls constricted around his shaft. I was perched on the very precipice of climax.
"I know it's you, Pharynx! The bed's squeaks, your partner's squeaks, heck the everything-squeaks give you away! Stop your plowing and answer me!"
"Oh, I'm not stopping now! But feel free to scream your lungs out some more if it'll make you feel better!"
The door rattled violently as Thorax’s heavy kicks bounced against it. "Pharynx, you inconsiderate bed-breaker! You're gonna stop this rutting right now; BUG-HORSES ARE TRYING TO SLEE-"
When the door gave out and swung inward, two things happened. The first was my orgasm, the open door allowing me to howl my body-wracking pleasure for the entire hive to hear. The second was all the love that had coalesced in our room escaped like water from a ruptured main. Thorax locked in place as his wings and cock went stiff, followed by his massive bug tongue lolling out before shooting back into his muzzle like a cash drawer.
The tsunami of our pressurized love rolled past the changeling king and into the rest of the hive. As it saturated the entire community, hundreds of drones were woken up. They did not know why they were awake, they did not know what time it was. All that they knew, is that they must bone.
"ゴゴ Step out. ゴゴ Right now. ゴゴ Thorax. ゴゴ" Pharynx throatily growled, his thrusting slowed to a tense and erratic crawl. He desperately wanted to cum, but he couldn’t do it with Thorax staring at him. Deeply embarrassed by the whole situation, I buried my face into Pharynx’s chest to hide my face from view.
"Ohgoshilljustleaveyoutwoaloneanduhbye!" Thorax stammered as he left the room, nearly tripping over the erection poking out between his front legs. Slamming the door shut with his magic, we were left alone in the room again, and alone to our mating.
With Thorax’s ejaculation-deferring gaze removed from the room, Pharynx gave a few hard thrusts before slamming his hips home. Soon, he was burrowing into my depths as far as he could go again. I could feel the faintest tip of his cock brush against my cervix before he began to unload. His balls tensed against my plump ass as he shot rope after rope of molten seed into my womb. I clenched my legs tight around his hips, keeping him from pulling out. Not that he was going to do that of course.
When he finally came to a stop, I peeled my face off his chest and collapsed onto the pillow. I was panting heavily as errant twitches of my cunt milked him for what seed he had left. Utterly spent, all I felt like doing was laying there and basking in the heavenly warmth laying on top of me and coming from my womb. When I felt Pharynx move, my legs tightened around him even further. “Please don’t pull out,” I begged.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Pharynx chuckled as he stared lovingly into my eyes. “Just getting more comfortable, if you’d let your legs down.”
“Oh! Sorry,” I apologized as I unhooked myself from his hips.
“Much better,” Pharynx purred as we assumed a far more natural missionary position. The sweaty stud reaching behind him to drag a blanket up and over top of us. His shifting hips unplugged my womb for a brief moment, allowing some excess cum to drain freely. The subtle bulge of my belly disappearing along with it.
Wrapping his arms tight around my torso, Pharynx tipped us over onto our sides. He held me close, burying my face into his dense pecs. Stuffed full of warm cum and being embraced by my lover, the comforter draped over the top of me was the icing on the cake. I felt safe, secured, and most importantly: loved.
“I love you,” I mumbled into his chest. The thought that he had just cum in me, that I was going to be a mother, was setting my heart aflutter in a special way.
“Love you too,” Pharynx whispered into my ear.
“Can we do this again?”
“Mm, not going to stop until you’re fit to burst with my eggs.”
“Thank you so much~”
“Anything for my dear,” Pharynx rumbled as he set a hand over my belly and rubbed my stuffed womb.
Tuckered out from lovemaking, I curled up and tried to go to sleep. Only, it was incredibly difficult to ignore the sounds of fervent lovemaking reverberating throughout the hive. The most egregious of which was coming from Thorax’s room behind my head. Judging by Ember’s moans, and the repetitive whacks of wood against the wall. He was being quite the love-bug towards her.
“Wow! To think we caused all of that,” I stated incredulously as I motioned out to all the sounds of sex creeping into the room.
“‘S’Thorax’s fault. If he had just listened everyone would still be asleep,” Pharynx explained as he wrapped a leg around my thigh. Pulling me even closer to make sure his cock stayed embedded in his depths.
“Do you want to go again?” I questioned as I felt him stiffen inside of me.
“No, I busted my load so hard my balls hurt now. I’m done for the night,” he murmured before leaning down to peck me on the head. “In the morning though? Definitely.”
“Good to hear,” I purred as I nuzzled in further against his body. There, in his warm and smothering embrace, I closed my eyes. Soon I let the powerful thrums of his heart, along with the rhythmic thumps of Thorax’s lovemaking, lull me to sleep.
Again, I was being softly cocooned.
But this time, I couldn’t have been happier to be in Pharynx’s grasp.
