An Unholy Matrimony

Chapter 2: Den of Iniquity

Following what I could only assume was eight hours past my berry-based blunders, I woke within a woven cocoon once again. In the first instants of my awakening, a few things became clear to me. First, I was in a much brighter room than before. Second, I was right-side-up, rather than inverted as I previously was. And to top it all off, I was in no other location than the Queen's own bedchambers, complete with an asleep Archnid lying on her side, snoozing away.

While it was intriguing enough that I had inexplicably changed location as I slept, the lighting was quite interesting in its own right. Normally, most lights would incinerate the optic nerve though a healthy dose of sensory overload, but it was not so much the case with the light in this room. Rather than the piercing power of sunlight, incandescent, and fluorescent bulbs, the lights in this room had a softer quality to them. In a way, the bulbs scattered about this room were like the lights of fireflies, or those nightlights that little children would place in their rooms. They cast a cool, mystic, amethyst glow about the room, with nary a shadow to them other than the living mass of chitin known as Her Majesty.

Since I had little else to do but bide my precious time, I decided to take stock of myself before attempting anything. Thanks in small part to the bushels of berries I had consumed; my belly didn't have much to bitch about. While not the heartiest meal in the world , it would do my health much better. I almost contemplated consuming the cocoon to keep my hunger under control, but such an endeavor would be rather careless; Besides, I would wager that this cocoon tasted quite unpleasant. However, the idea did give me inspiration as I examined my hands. The nails of my fingers hadn't been tended to in quite a while, which led to the conclusion that perhaps I could claw my way out of the cocoon, if I were quick and careful about it.

While part of me wished to wait, the rest decided to proceed with the plan. This would be my only chance to escape, so there was no time to ponder the worth of it.

Like the fat, naked rat that I was, I began to burrow my way through the slimy sac, pausing on occasion to lick the mucus from my fingers. At this point, I had decided to recall my prior statement; a changeling cocoon did not in fact taste as horrid as I had first imagined. However, as a word to the wise, be advised that this amethyst cocoon has a rather sour flavor to it. Unless you can stomach a rather tart taste like sour grapes, I wouldn't recommend eating your way out of a cocoon.

Aside from the mild disgust that dawned upon me from consuming the slime of a cocoon, my journey to clawing my way to freedom was fairly easy. The hard part was going to be making my way out. As I scraped away the last of the slime and tore the sac asunder, I met the ground with a wet thud, taking in a deep, loud breath of air before clasping my mouth shut with my hands, vainly hoping that had not revealed me. For a long, pregnant pause I waited, my ears alert as I took in the sounds about me. Save for the labored snores of a certain changeling, I hadn't seemed to alert anyone. Relieved, I slowed my breathing and my pace significantly, trying to make as little noise as possible. Slowly, but surely, I inched along, following the lights to what looked to be the mouth of this stretch of cave.

Finally, I thought. Finally, I could make my escape and find someone who could help me get back home! But, as I neared the entrance, a wisp of the coldest air blew along, wrapping me in its chilling embrace to sober me up. Ah, reality. Even in a world of fantasy, you always find a way to fuck with me. The harsh truth of my situation is that unlike the humid warmth I had experienced earlier, I was now in a humid coldness. It dawned on me that escape would not only be nigh on impossible, but also quite the dangerous endeavor. If I kept on, not only could I be captured, but the cold could kill me.

Moments later, my eyes drew closer to the Queen's bed. Those sheets looked so inviting...perhaps I could do better sneaking into that warm, cozy bed than sneaking out of this cold, dank cavern? Those sheets had to be warm with the queen's breaths... But what if she saw me? What would be the cost of failing to sneak inside that warm blanket? Would she molest me? Would she put me in a room with sex-crazed younglings and leave me to their lust until her return? Or would I be forced to take part in her own sexual experimentation?!

No. I couldn't think like that. If I kept with my pessimism, it would only increase the probability of any of those scenarios. I had to take action and get someplace warm. I spun about in place in an instant, crouching down to sneak over to the bed, watching my footing closely. Moment by moment, I neared the mare's bed. I could practically feel the warmth beneath the silken sheet already! As I neared that slab of smoothed stone, an aura of heat came over me. I gingerly lifted the sheets and slid my still nude body into the empty space, lying on my side, away from the prying eyes of the parasite behind me. For a moment, I relaxed as my back was allowed to properly rest on the bed, smiling as it sat in place.

But, as it so often does, fate conspired against me once more. Within mere moments, Archnid turned over, and her legs reached around me...only a couple of them weren't legs. I felt tiny little legs wrapping around my chest, feeling my tender, erect nipples as hot breaths swirled about the my back and neck. Ten black tendrils danced about my chest as a pair of perfectly plush lips pressed against the back of my head, the hive queen's neck wrapping about my own.

“Ah...so my little meal ticket is an early riser...in more ways than one...” yawned a half-asleep Archnid as one of her two legs lowered down to fondle my family jewels, the wicked mare snickering as she did so while my chills ran down my spine.

“And look! You managed to find your way into my bed and out of your cocoon... How very quaint...” she hummed, holding me in an embrace that I found a bit too close for comfort. “While I'd love to just get it over with and harvest your love right here and now, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until I've had my beauty sleep...”

I tried to escape the mare's newly-found vice grip, but as I did so, I find myself yanked right back into the instant I attempted to do so.

“Ah ah ah...bad little human...stay here in the bed with me... you can be my personal ragdoll...” hissed the queen as her tongue slid up my neck, sending more chills down my spine. “Don't worry...I won't let anything happen to my little morsel...”

After my jailor made it perfectly clear I had to comply, I simply stopped struggling and let the mare's arm wrap around me comfortably, my head resting beneath hers, laying upon her bosom as her other free arm tucked me within the bedsheets.

“Sleep well, little one... for in the morning, you will be in for a real treat...” giggled the ghoulish girl as she hugged me cozily.

As the queen nuzzled my neck one last time, I nodded and laid my head on her bosom, allowing the queen to wrap me in her embrace with her tail wrapped about my legs and her mane wrapped about my own bosom, forming a second blanket of sorts beneath the original.

“Good night, Your Majesty...” I hummed, shutting my eyes to let the darkness take me as the nightmare's neck wrapped about me one time more.

“Good night, my little human ragdoll...” mumbled the mare, keeping me in her embrace as she too returned to sleep, my slumbering body hanging limply in her legs, a smile plastered upon her face.

My night was sadly not as good as I wished it would. I didn't sleep well at all... at least not for long, anyway. When I came to some time later, I found myself even more lethargic than I was when I entered the royal bed originally. Meanwhile, as I turned to Archnid, she looked as energetic as a sugar-crazed filly. I felt so unbelievably tired, I had almost lost any capacity of movement and action until the monstrous matriarch turned to me.

“Oh, my...you look haggard! What happened?” She asked, a genuinely worried look on her face.

I looked to her with a rather bored expression on my own face.

“I don't know,” I yawned plainly. “All I know is that I was fairly sleepy earlier, but now I'm just plain letharg- JESUS CHRIST!”

I could only assume my eyes shot wide as saucers as I looked to Archnid. Last I remember seeing her, she was just an equine-shaped demon with more holes than the man from Robocop. Now she was...well, frankly, I had no Earthly way of describing it. She seemed to have gained a bipedal quality to her since the last time I was conscious. She had arms like my own, but they were slender, and had just as many holes as her forelegs, even down to both of her hands having tiny pocks in them. Her legs had taken a small, but noteworthy change in that they took a form that most succubi are known to have. They looked to bend at a strange angle, and ended in hooves. How she was capable of holding her weight on those things was either a testament to her biology, or a crime against nature. Frankly, I wasn't sure what was worse.

What really struck me was her face. Gone was the elongated muzzle and jagged horn, and gone was the strange tint to the sclera of her eyes. What remained was an almost perfectly human face, an amethyst third eye placed upon her forehead. Her skin was still a blackened violet, and her legs still were vaguely equine-shaped, but those aside (not counting her lack of a human bosom, which I doubt she had any idea of), she had almost perfectly replicated human shape. I wasn't sure whether to be amazed or terrified...or perhaps even both.

“What is it?! Is something wrong?” asked Archnid, still in a notable state of worry.

It was then I had to ask: “What have you done to me? Did you steal my soul, or something?!”

Arachnid blushed, pressing her fingers together.

“No! Nothing like that...” she cried, before hanging her head and slamming her fist upon the nearest pillow she could find. “Oh, damn me! I must have fed upon you while I was asleep!”

And by now, my eyes should have fallen out of their sockets.

“You...fed on me...while I was asleep?”

The queen blushed a deep, bright red as she hid behind her bangs.

“Maybe...?” she whispered, before looking between her locks once more. “Why were you screaming, though?”

I took a moment to catch my breath before extending a finger toward her.

“You...you look like me... sort of...” I quivered, still mildly shocked.

“I do?” The queen asked, looking to herself.

“Sort of...” I repeated. “Which begs the question... why?”

For a moment, there was a dead silence. Neither of us spoke for the most awkward of pauses thus far before she worked up the nerve to speak again.

“Because...that's how my people function...” Archnid sheepishly shuddered, before hiding her face.

For a moment, I processed that statement, but to utterly no real purpose.

“What do you mean?” I queried, brushing away her hair.

Archnid pressed her hooves together before sliding away the covers and sitting up.

“Simply put, part of the process of extracting love from someone is that we assume, to the best of our ability, the form of our particular mate. This way, they don't normally know what we really are, making them blissfully unaware that we're taking their love to begin with...”

For a moment, I sat and blinked.

“Well...that seems a bit pointless, seeing as your literal first impression was in your natural state...doesn't it?” I asked, chuckling a bit.

“Well...I suppose that you have a point in that regard...I just thought you'd like me to be in a form you could better associate with...”

And so the blush transferred from her face right to mine. What was once panic and awe became a flattering feeling. This...creature had willingly changed to a form far different than her normal one, just for the sake of pleasing me? To what end had she done this?

Regardless, I felt significantly less frightened after that bit of banter, and I started to cut up just a bit.

“Well... that's very sweet of you, Your Highness,” I laughed, a mild grin upon my face. “I appreciate your gesture, but I must say, it needs work.”

“Needs work?” parroted the queen as she looked at herself more closely. “Would you be willing to help me improve?”

For a moment, I took her holey hand and kissed it as if I were a nobleman before recoiling it moments later in embarrassment.

“I...I'd love to...” I chuckled, blushing. “But first...what was that whole 'treat' business earlier?”

“Treat?” the nightmare paused before chuckling herself. “Ah, yes! I was going to show you around the hive before I did my first harvest,” she said, bearing a wily smile.

“But I thought you said that you had already harvested me?”

Archnid held up my chin with a sly grin.

“I mean my first official harvest.”

And so my anxiety returned in full-force.

“So what's the occasion for all this?” I asked, pressing my fingers together.

“Oh, nothing major...I just feel my little prisoner should know where he can tread, should I not be in the mood to consume you as food...besides...I like to know where you'd prefer to be put to the test.”

Well, if this were a contest of who could be the most forthright when it came to sexual matters, this queen would get an A-plus in my book. Then again, I honestly can't fault her logic. Though she seems to see me as little more than a plaything and a piece of meat, she prefers to maximize the amount of pleasure she gets from me, which is rather smart. But, in noting this, I also must countenance my own cowardice and stupidity for not fleeing when I had the opportunity. Then it dawned to me that assuming I had managed to escape with my life unmolested, the climate would have probably killed me shortly thereafter.

Lady Luck is a royal bitch, isn't she?

Well, I suppose if I'm stranded here for the time being, I may as well go along with the Queen's whims and make the best of this bad situation I'm in.

“Fair enough, milady,” I said, smiling as I offered my hand, which she gingerly held. “Please, lead the way.

After having quit the mistress' bedchambers, I beheld a vast expanse of caverns, the breadth and depth of which almost made my head spin with its sheer enormity. Hundreds upon thousands of what I could only assume to be changeling peons and hatchlings fluttered about, their wingbeats bringing the cadence of cicadas to my cochlea as Her Highness took to her quadrupedal form and sat down.

“What are you doing?” asked I, a tad confused.

“Get on,” hissed the matriarch in a rather blunt tone that oozed with a commanding aura.

“What? Why?”

“Simple. You do not have wings, so I will grant you the honor and courtesy of riding upon my back as I show you around my little hive,” she replied, smiling.

Before I could ask a further question, the mare had already snatched me up by the skin of my neck in her teeth and plopped me square on her plated back as her wings flared out, fluttering wildly.

“I would hang on, if I were you. This is going to be quite a flight,” She warned, sliding down a pair of violet lenses onto her eyes before taking off, a wave of air billowing off the ground as she did so. In acknowledgment of her advice, I took hold of the base of the mare's neck, taking in the true expanse of the chitinous caverns before me.

In hindsight, my paranoia was most proper. There were literally too many changelings to count! Seriously! I tried to count them all as Archnid flew about, but I just couldn't keep up! She kept jostling about as I had to hang on for dear life. Then again, I also gained a sense of security in knowing there were literally hundreds of the damn things who could catch me, should my grip fail.

“Right, so you've already seen the royal bedchambers, and right now, we are in the courtyard. As you can see, my hive is fairly densely populated, hence why I need your help. If you ever get lost, or heaven forbid, attempt to escape, my subjects will guide you back to me. And, if you need to answer nature's call, they'll be more than happy to escort you...”

And then my sense of security become less secure. What was I, some kinda VIP? This bitch seemed pretty hell-bent on keeping me alive and well.

“Right...” I droned, rolling my eyes. “That was nice to know....”

Moments later, the mare returned to flight as she buzzed through the tunnels, going into a large room with a massive pond, radiating with violet light as many changelings frolicked both inside the waters and at the shoreline.

“This is the watering hole. If you need to clean yourself, cool off, or what have you, just come here. It's a hot-spot for young lovers...”

Following an awkward silence, we flew into what looked to be a large storage of cocoons. Some had what looked to be ponies within; others had what looked to be young changelings, while the rest were simply black eggs. Whether it was a graveyard or a hatchery was subject to debate and the personal word of the queen.

“This is what we call the Spawning Grounds,” Archid snickered, looking down upon the cesspool beneath us, hovering past cocoon after cocoon, showcasing the sleeping forms of both changelings and ponies alike “Simply put, this is where all my babies will be born... whether they come from me...”

The insect-like mare stopped at one of the cocoons, which showed a pegasus of a light coat and dark mane which I swore resembled me, and began to caress it, much to my worry.

“Or from the poor unfortunate souls we encounter...”

I was going to seriously regret asking what the queen meant, but her wording simply begged the question: “The souls of whom?”

For a moment, the queen stopped. Her wingbeats slowed to a stop as her hooves met the ground. She allowed me the chance to dismount her and closer examine the cocoons.

“Well... as you can probably perceive by our appearance, we typically feed upon ponies for their love...” sighed the she-devil as she hung her head to me. “The Kingdoms of Equestria were, for a time, known to have the greatest abundance of love in the world. For many hives, it was our primary feeding grounds...but, as of late, the ponies have begun to grow wise to our kind. They can tell the signs that we are not like the lovers we replace... Not long ago, in fact, it was said that one of the more famous hives suffered quite a crushing defeat at the hooves of the very mares and stallions sworn to protect that plane... We are not sure if their queen remains among the living, but ever since, it has become increasingly difficult to do our doppelganger deeds due to their increased vigilance....to the point where we have to abduct ponies and forcibly extract their love...hence why some of the cocoons you see contain ponies...”

For a moment, I swore the queen had begun to cry.

“These cocoons hold the empty shells of once perfectly healthy ponies...but now, they sit in these cocoons... devoid of emotion or life... and slowly become changelings themselves...and from there, a vicious cycle continues in which we must reluctantly drain the emotion and love from their bodies... and in so doing, we just add another mouth we must feed...”

And so the queen turned to me with eyes of concern.

“Hence why I have hope in you...perhaps your love could sate us for longer than that of other creatures...at least, in theory,” She sighed, before lowering down for me to mount her again.

The sheer gravity of what she had just said weighed on me like a 50-ton boulder at my back. This changeling was desperate to feed her hive...putting whatever hope she could into me? Suddenly, I felt a tad guilty for trying to run away.

“In any case, I have said too much,” The grieving changeling sighed, resuming flight. “We've just two more places to visit, so let us forestall no further.”

Following that disheartening segway, the two of us flew into a rather empty room with a large skylight, and a table-sized sundial in the center.

“This room is called the Time Chamber. It is here that we determine the time of day or night thanks to the large sundial within. The design of the dial itself, thanks to its mystic runes, enables us to accurately tell the time of day, even in the absence of solar or lunar light,” She explained, placing a hoof upon the table-like structure, gazing at the runes upon it closely. “As you might have worked out, we do not exactly have the capacity to prepare any proper technology. The hive just cannot support it.”

I nodded, holding onto her as she took flight.

As we came to what was the final room of the hive, what I saw was frankly amazing. This was a room of such a scope that my eyes could not behold its full splendor. Although one of the most barren rooms of the entirety of the hive, it had the most grandeur of any of them. Many glowing amethyst gems lined the walls as lavender silk splayed across the floor as a carpet. At the furthest inches of the room sat eldritch roots tangled in knots that, to my awe and horror, looked to still be in motion. At the end of the room was the main attraction; in the center of the furthest wall was a throne made of such massive weaves of black tendrils, H.P. Lovecraft's grave would have flown open in the mere sight of such breathtaking creations.

“This place is known as my throne room...” She began, a slightly prouder cadence to her voice than before. “For generations, Queens have been crowned here, and the spirits of all the Queens that ever were and ever will be will end up here...thus, to my people, this is a holy ground. If you are summoned here, called here, or brought here, it is an event of particular importance, being almost a privilege. Consider it an honor that I give you the honor of even gazing upon this room... for this is as close as you may ever get to standing in the presence of gods...”

I had no words. My mind was beyond comprehension of anything I was seeing to this point. An aurora had shone through this room. Strands of light and soul that carried with it the power of ages gone by hovered in the air, sometimes circling me. Such Lovecraftian sights both horrified me and humbled me, leaving me incapable of any form of communication, leaving the two of us in a moment of awkward silence.

“And with that, the tour is over...now, if you'd be so kind, all this rhetoric has me ripe to get rutting. So, choose whichever of the rooms I've shown to you, and we shall begin the ritual.”

Still, no words came. At least not until the queen had silenced. My mind was still fixated on the Spawning Grounds, and all the poor souls within...they deserved better...And with that mindset, I was sure where I would let this raunchy ritual be performed.

“This may sound a bit morbid,” I began, trembling, “but could we return to the Spawning Grounds?”

Dead silence. The room filled with stagnant, deafening silence as the queen stood, her legs locked in place. Neither of moved, and neither of us spoke. My ears heard nothing but their own deafening from the silence in the room. I heard the queen shudder after what felt like an eternal void of soundless horrors.

“Why there, of all places?” She sheepishly shuddered, as if she were ready to cry.

Here was my chance. Now or never. I had to be truthful.

“Because if what you told me of that place is true, then perhaps we would do them a service by bringing the love to them first...they deserve that much.”

For a moment, the hive queen thought, but reluctantly nodded.

“You...raise a good point, human...so be it...”

And so we began to fly off. The pace was notably slower than before, but given what we had just had to go through, it was more than understandable. I had had her open up to the true nature of her kind, and exposed her to the worst feelings of remorse and grief. As we buzzed into the room, she lowered her back as I slowly slid down, getting into position beneath her.

“I am sorry if I have upset you...” sighed the succubus mare as she knelt down. “It is just that when I speak of my kind in such a way...it reminds me of just how monstrous we can be...how I'm nothing more than the highest form of soul-stealing seducer that can exist...”

Dear God in Heaven, how my heart is torn asunder. This creature, who previously expressed nothing more than a desire to ravage me for all I had in my system, both physically and conceptually, was now expressing anguish for her own nature. She rued her very nature, yet she was forcing herself to do this, as nothing more than her own desperate way of staying alive. I couldn't let her continue to wallow in...whatever she was meant to wallow in... I had to tell her what I felt.

“Archnid...” I sighed, placing a hand to her muzzle, bringing her head down to mine before kissing her tenderly upon her forehead, below her horn. “You are no monster in my eyes... if you were a true monster, you would care little for my own life... yet for the little time I've known you, you've done your best to make sure I am well here... Even if it is just to keep my capacity as a love generator up and running, your gestures of trying to understand my kind better, and your openness to explain yours... That just proves you are more than a monstrous mare. You are a just and noble queen who simply wants to give what is best for her kind... even her captives...”

Dear God, what was happening to me? How was I able to lucidly speak in such eloquence and nobility without feeling guilt or damnation for falling for this demon mare?

It was the oddest form of partnership in both fiction and history. I had fallen for one of the eldest forms of strange love that ever existed. I had become the next victim of Stockholm Syndrome. In her being her captive, Archnid and I began to form a strange bond together. She kept me in good shape for today, and I would return her kindness in mere moments from now. Whatever possessed me to be as kind and as noble as I was, I didn't want to know. For now, I was held in the vice grip of the moment.

“You...you truly mean that?” She asked, rubbing her eye socket clean of tears as she looked down to me.

“Of course, Your Highness...” I said, not even thinking.

“You...you...” trembled the transforming mare, before pulling me into an embrace of such strength that I found myself incapable of breath for a few moments.

“You little devil!”

As I turned my head to look into those violet eyes again, her face wore a grin as she bore her fangs.

“Your words are most sincere, human...I thank you for restoring my goodwill...” She said, releasing me. “Now then... shall we get to the harvest?”

My face filled with red for a moment, but I soon found myself calm as I took her hoof and said proudly, “My body is ready...”

At that cue, Archnid crouched down and took my flaccid phallus in one of her hooves and began to rub it with the other. “Like this, right?”

My breath began to quicken as I nodded, watching her as she worked. Those two hooves rubbed against my foreskin like two magnets rubbing against an electrified pole. They clamped down on my cock like a couple of crab's claws, rubbing in a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. The sight of it almost made my head spin...and then this maleficent mare received a dreadful idea. She looked to one of her hooves... then to my half-limp piston... then to me... and finally, she began to whet one of the holes within her hoof with her forked tongue. The mare moistened that one pore as if she were melting away the candy shell of a lollipop, making it ever more slick, and me ever more aroused. And then, when her hoof was dripping in dribble, she began to do a more dastardly deed.

She married her moistened mare's tool to my member like a wedding ring, grinning ghoulishly as she slid it down the shaft. As she did, my foreskin was peeled back like a banana, revealing my real red rocket, as it shook and stiffened. The childlike changeling cooed at this change in my cock and began to stroke it slowly, getting into an ever-accelerating rhythm. I attempted to reach out a hand to help her, but she set it aside with her free hoof. As the love rod began to lube itself with precum, the perverse pony-like creature looked down to it, licking her lips. It didn't take much for me to realize exactly what she was up to.

Moments later, she wrapped her lips around my little buddy and began to suckle it. Her teeth clamped onto my cock like a foal in a confectionery shop. She began to bob her head up and down the length of my shaft as her tongue circled about its circumference like water to a drain. Almost out of instinct, I put my hands to the mare's head, with one of my hands around her horn. Taking this as a gesture of encouragement, the changeling continued to caress my penis with her lips as I slowly began to polish her own phallic protrusion, causing it to display a purple light.

The mare began to moan as she molested my member with her mouth and I polished her imperfect power piston, the two of us sharing a rhythm like a pair of professionals.

As this ritual wore on, my breath quickened, as did her pace, putting further pressure on my penis. She was preparing to play Russian Roulette with my rod, with my red rocket being the revolver, the testicles being the cylinder, my shaft being the barrel, and my semen the round chambered into it. And Archnid could tell I was reaching my plateau, as she suddenly ramped up her pace, much to my particular surprise.

All the while that this took place, my mind begged for me to stop this unholy matrimony from being completed, but my hot, sweating body wanted me to stay the course and let my stiff shaft take its shot. With one hand, I dug my fingers into the dirt, while the other balled up as the rest of my body tensed. I had become as stiff as my member as my eyes shut, and the moment of truth neared.

And then, in an instant, our perversion coalesced into a climax of inconceivable measure. My white load shot out of my shaft like a bullet, as the changeling's tongue lapped away at the tip of it as if she were a feral dog. My nostrils flared as my eyes shot open and my salty sweat slowly made its way into my mouth. The hand that grasped the mare's jagged horn became limp, numb, and inert as the whole limb slumped to the ground. The nostrils of my mate flared with heat as slowly, her mouth and hoof pulled off my pulsating penis, her eyes looking to me as she swallowed the shot of semen that was fired into her mouth. That stare stripped bare my conscience as she stood, pinning me down as she placed my hands at her hips.

This seductress was not yet satisfied with me. She lusted for more of my love, and began to limber my love rod with her labia. The pillows of her pussy teased my member as they slowly sunk my shaft within.

What I did not expect was what was actually within her womanly mechanisms. In the instant my member met the membranes of her mare's fair feminine flower, tiny tendrils took it in even further. My cock was clamped into a vice grip as Archnid repositioned into rutting posture, my fingers flayed about her flanks. The evil enchantress was about to entrance me in her dirty dance.

The mare began to move about my body, her hips bucking and thrusting like an engine piston, the friction between my flesh and her chitin making a heat of great intensity around her groin. As she did so, the membranes of her vagina massaged my member, while her labia began to leak an unknown liquid. The mare moistened my manhood beyond measure as my muscles began to give out. My body slowly shut down like a machine at meeting its match, each of my senses slowly slipped from me. I could no longer smell the aroma of arousal, nor taste the tears of tantalization as this mare molested me mindlessly, nor hear the horny hums of the harlot. I could no longer feel the female fucking me at her full force, and finally, my eyeballs could no longer behold the debauchery before me as my brain finally blacked out, conscience having crashed like a corrupted computer.

This mare climaxed as my capacity to remain conscious could no longer continue, my lusting form going limp as the lights of what seemed to be my love lapped about my lover...

Archnid looked down upon the alien beneath her, panting quick, shallow, almost infernal breaths as the tendrils within her clitoris loosened to allow her to dismount. The stallion was still, but breathing just as rapidly as she was. She was riding high upon this love that she had liberated from the lusting creature, and it was a feeling that was as just as pleasing to her, if not even more so, than the orgasm that had preceded it. Purple pillars of light surrounded her as she guided them to her horn, sending ripples throughout the hive to feed her subjects, starting with herself. This love had a flavor that she had not experienced in previous harvests. The taste was richer... bolder... riper than the rest… It felt much more... complete... much more....genuine... much more... pure.

The queen of the hive lifted the limp human off the ground, carrying him on her back as she flew to the watering hole, which was now mostly abandoned as she lowered him into the water, bringing herself in with it.

“Such a wondrous bounty that I have been bestowed...” Sighed the exhausted mare as she lapped up some of the water in the pond. “Something about this love, though...it fills me much more than the love I have had in the past... but how...”

After a few minutes of wading, the matriarch and her mate left the water, Her Highness spreading the creature out upon the floor.

“Oh, well...I suppose Alric may have an explanation for all of this...but for now, I must make something to show my gratitude towards this... thing...”

And so, the mare lied down on the shore, flicking her tail film over her flank as she began to fashion something from it...