Don't Let the Bedbugs Bite
Anon rolled over in his bed for the umpteenth time, trying and failing to find a position to get comfortable. Even without a digital clock available, he knew he’d been fruitlessly wallowing on his mattress for hours. The sound of crickets outside and the cool night air wafting in through his window, both things that should have seen him off to sleep, had done nothing but gradually wear on his frazzled nerves.
What had started as a wholesome business venture had ended up as him running a house of ill repute - at least that’s sure as hell how it felt. He’d opened his bed and breakfast to get away from his wanton adventures, not continue them within the comfortable confines of his home-made-inn. He knew for a fact that he’d already unwittingly knocked up one pony, and there was a damn good chance he’d impregnated another one or two who’d come knocking at his door. No matter what he did, it felt like fate insisted he lead a very dubious and admittedly depraved life.
Pushing himself up and turning his pillow over, he flopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Maybe if he visited each of the mares he’d previously bedded and profusely apologized, begging them not to spread word of his more questionable services, he could set things straight; it was a long shot, but it was the best he could come up with under the circumstances. If he was lucky - like really fucking lucky, he could turn his life around, get his business back on track, and maybe settle down with a modest, demure little thing and start an honest to goodness relationship.
The thought of finding a special someone for himself, regardless of their species, brought a smile to his face. He’d freely admit to being a amorous creature, but sex wasn’t everything - not by a long-shot. While there wasn’t a damn thing wrong with getting his dick wet, an act he’d done more times he could count with a pantheon of sapient quadrupeds, he yearned to go out on dates, share quaint meals, and simply snuggle on a couch with a lover.
Someday - someday he’d achieve his dreams and get himself a cute girlfriend of some sort - honestly, he wasn’t picky on what her exact species would be. He’d been with enough creatures to know that each held an appeal all their own, but looks and carnal skills weren’t nearly as important as their personality. Ideally, his would-be lover would be affectionate, kind, and just quirky enough to occasionally surprise him.
As his eyelids drifted closed, feeling himself gradually beginning to drift off, he contentedly hummed to himself - that was until a subtle, almost imperceptible noise caught his ear. It wasn’t all that uncommon for things to go bump in the night, but this felt different. Peeking out into his dimly lit room, wondering if a squirrel had gotten onto his roof, he froze. It was faint, nearly indistinguishable from the shadows shrouding it, but he could just barely make out a strange shape creeping into his chamber.
He wasn’t sure what was more terrifying - the fact that something had broken into his house or that he hadn’t the damnedest idea of what he was looking at. Whatever the hell he was looking at was big and definitely wasn’t a pony; its limbs were too long, it was eerily slender, and he could swear its silhouette had holes in it - not to mention the fact that it was crawling on the fucking ceiling. Too horrified to make a sound, praying he was suffering from some sort of sleep paralysis, he watched as its head turned almost completely around to peer down at him.
A flash of harlequin twinkled across the intruder’s eyes while it skittered directly over him. This was a nightmare, the culmination of his sins made manifest by his subconscious - it had to be. There was plenty of freaky shit in Equestria, ranging from kaiju-like ursa majors and dragons to the smaller but no less horrifying cockatrice and parasprites, but they sure as hell didn’t have wall-climbing monstrosities. He slowly drew his cover up to his face and closed his eyes, telling himself it would be gone when he summoned the courage to check again - unfortunately for him, a sudden thunk and weight on his mattress told him his hopes were in vain.
“Well well well -” a resonant voice purred, “so you’re the delicious morsel who’s been drawing me to Ponyville…”
He’d only ever heard a voice like that on two solitary occasions, and the memory of both filled him with dread. Resonant, feminine, and positively dripping with arrogance, her proclamation told him everything he needed to know. As he cracked one eye open, peeking up at her obsidian flesh, fanged smirk, and gnarled horn growing from her grow, he swallowed hard. As inexplicable as it was, in spite of having her memory wiped by Eris, Chrysalis had found him.
The sudden comprehension that he’d been hunted down and visited by the deposed changeling Queen evoked an odd combination of emotions within him. On one hand, he was relieved that he hadn’t been stalked by something that could kill him - on the other, having a very solid guess as to what had lured her to him, he had an idea of why she’d invaded his home. He lay motionless beneath her, able to do little more than stare, while she towered over him.
With her forehooves resting to either side of his shoulders, effectively trapping him under her, she dipped her head toward his face. “I wasn’t expecting such an bizarre creature, but…” she trailed off, bringing her nose to within an inch of his cheek and drawing a sharp breath through her nostrils.
“B…but what?” he stammered.
She reared back and ominously grinned, her sharpened teeth even more intimidating than he remembered. “You have to be doing something right - if you weren’t, you wouldn’t shine like a blazing beacon of lust.”
His heart pounded, sending blood to the last place he wanted it to go, and his mind raced. Given his last encounter with her, he highly doubted that trying to talk his way out of the situation would do any good - if anything, she’d more than likely use any attempts to bargain against him. Steadily moving in reverse, walking backward and toward the foot of the bed, she leaned in and brought her snout to his loins.
“And what have we here?” she playfully inquired, sniffing at the blanket over his package. “Let’s see…Two - no, three mares recently, and fertile ones at that! Quite the stud ~ aren’t you?”
He lifted a finger and opened his mouth to give a scathing, albeit completely baseless rebuttal, but she lazily wheeled around before he could utter a single word. Even with as dark as his room was, he could make out the sliver of green that was the entrance of her meaty and exceedingly juicy marehood coming to rest above him. As she trotted back, dribbling her juices over his chest and neck, his treacherous manhood swelled to life.
“Ah!” she hissed, igniting her horn and casting a sickly light over the chamber. “I see you’re nearly as excited as I am - as you should be, considering I am the most esteemed -”
“Yeah, I know,” he groaned, rolling his eyes. “You’re the Queen Chrysalis, Matriarch of the Changelings and bane of Equestria.”
Looking back over her shoulder at him, the conceited smile on her muzzle broadened. “So you have heard of me,” she snickered, magically rending his blanket to shreds with but a thought. “Since that’s the case, you should be honored to help me sire a new brood.”
Forcing himself to focus on her face and not the slavering, winking, succulent pussy hovering overhead, he knit his brow. Saying anything would rouse suspicions and likely make his situation worse than it already was, so he had to choose his words wisely if he decided to say anything at all. While he momentarily turning the tables, going on the offensive and leveling every ounce of his sexual might against her, she fired the first shot.
The hiking of her tail and her sinister chuckle were all the warning he had, before her tush descended. “Not agai - Nnnph!”
Either she had a penchant for silencing dissidents with her derriere or he’d simply been lucky or unlucky enough to be muffled by the regal parasites ass twice. Finding himself all but making out with her clammy lower lips, as she gleefully rolled her hips forward and back, his libido betrayed him. His cock stood tall and proud, twitching in the cool air, giving her exactly what she’d come to him for.
“An appetizer fit for a Queen,” she sighed, easing herself down and lovingly pressing a forehoof to his balls.
As if seeing in the darkness hadn’t been difficult enough, he was totally blinded by the toned glutes of her pitch-black rump. Though he was stunned by her licentious and wholly unforeseen visit, he was certain of one thing - attempting to fend her off was not an option. She was nearly as strong as an alicorn, she was clearly famished, and he was wasn’t about to risk being trounced and/or having his home damaged due to an affray - for fuck’s sake, he wasn’t even sure his insurance would cover random changeling attacks! Seeing no other avenue to take, he threw his arms up, grabbed her waist, and sank his tongue into her luscious confines.
There were good changelings in the world, ones that had evolved to not only survive but thrive of mutual kindness, but they were a different breed from Chrysalis. If the legends he’d heard about her were true, she was one of the oldest of her kind, had survived for centuries, and was one of the largest threats that Equestria had ever known. He’d thought she’d been permanently dealt with, having been imprisoned in stone alongside Cozy Glow and Tirek, yet that clearly hadn’t been the case.
The sensation of her serpent-like tongue coiling around his shaft sent a bolt of pleasure through him. Her muzzle moved lower and lower, steadily hilting his length, until her lips closed around the very base of his shaft. She was without question one of the most dangerous beings he’d ever had a tryst with, and he’d unwittingly attracted her attention for a second time. He dipped his head and focused on her clit, suckling the sensitive bulb of flesh and earning a slight whimper for his efforts.
It may have sounded foolish, but his best bet was to satiate her beyond reason - giving her too much of a good thing. He was little more than food to her, a hearty meal to fuel her engine, so his brash plan was to surfeit her. If she was sufficiently glutted, he might have time to alert the Princesses and the royal guard to recapture her - he hoped. Lifting and planting his feet, casting his inhibitions to the side, he allowed his lechery to take free rein.
She started, momentarily gagging as he thrust his cock into her snout and down her gullet, but she recovered almost instantly. Hooking her forelegs around his thighs, she synchronized her movements to his and started bucking her hips. It was a bawdy battle for the ages, pitting himself against a being that reveled in lubricity, and it wasn’t long before he started losing ground.
Between her tongue, lips, and snug throat, her oral skills were on an entirely different level to anyone he’d slept with before - on top of that, she was getting off to the sadomasochistic exchange. The way she pushed back against him, trembling and marking his face with her scent, was far, far hotter than it had any right to be. He knew he shouldn’t be enjoying himself, that he should simply focus, reduce her to a quivering, euphoric pile of porous limbs, and run for help, yet his subconscious urges relished the competitive element.
“Mwah!” she gasped, pulling free from his dick while pinning his body to the bed with her eldritch magic. “Having fun ~ are we?” she tittered, slipping his manhood through a soft hole in her foreleg to jack him off.
“Mmmmph ymmf!” he protested, his muffled curse standing in stark contrast to how hard his tool was throbbing.
Drawing her tongue up his length, licking a bead of pre-cum from the head of his cock, she softly cooed. “Don’t worry, once I drag you back to the hive I’ve been building, Mama will make sure you get all the lovin’ you could ever wish for…”
Punctuating her statement by withdrawing her foreleg and hilting him in her snout, pressing her nose to his balls, she set to fiercely swabbing her throat. As if having a very assertive female fellating him wasn’t enticing enough, the notion of siring a host of drones sang to his masculine urges. If he swore allegiance to her, he could be her King and lover, father to untold legions of changeling; he didn’t know what was worse - the fact that she may force him to become her stud or that some part of him found it appealing.
He would have complained about his inability to move, had it not been for the unquestionable skill she applied to him. Able to control every facet of her being, capable of molding her flesh at will, she was quite possibly the ultimate paramour. Unlike most creatures who were only able to subtly change their figure with time and hard work, she could metamorphose herself in a literal flash of light. If there was one creature in the whole wide world who would undoubtedly keep things interesting in the bedroom, excluding Eris, it was the mare choking herself on his dick.
Locked in a sixty-nine with her, he gave as good as he got. For every plunge of her muzzle, he thrust his tongue into her or gently nibbled on her clit. If his limbs had been free, he would have shown her what he was really capable of - sadly, either because she’d figured out his scheme or that she merely wanted to keep him immobilized, that would be impossible. He mutely cursed her for sorcerously shackling him, effectively kneecapping him from literally plowing her into a coma, but his vitriol wasn’t enough to fend off the inevitable.
As his pleasure mounted, nearing his limit, his attempts to pleasure her faltered. He’d miscalculated, bitten squarely in the ass by his own hubris, and there was nothing he could do to change it. Despite his clenched jaw and chaste thoughts, fruitlessly dwelling on anything that wasn’t sexually provocative, he slipped past the point of no return. She gave a victorious, strangled groan, while his seed began surging through his pulsing shaft.
Simply cumming in her mouth would have been amazing, but she wasn’t satisfied to let him climax without a bit of added help. Almost violently sucking on his cock, she coaxed every drop of seed through his aching, twitching length. The blowjob was easily the most vehement he’d ever had, bordering on painful, and it wasn’t one he’d soon forget.
He moaned into her cunt, feeling her throat constrict as she swallowed down shot after shot of his essence, until she tensed. Just as his climax began tapering off, she sputtered, threw her head back, and howled, seconds before her marehood erupted with nectar. It was all he could do to avoid drowning, caught completely off guard by the geyser of tangy juices, as his mind went alight. Her orgasm came as a complete surprise, but it filled him with hope - hope that died when she pushed herself up and onto her hooves.
His room was bathed in a sickly green light, the Queen contorted above him, and a pang of fear - genuine fear shot through him. For the briefest moment, he thought she was using her shapeshifting abilities, growing marginally and altering her appearance, but then the truth dawned on him. He’d fed her in both a physical and metaphysical sense, rashly offering himself to her on a silver platter, and his banquet had changed her.
The coloration of her elytra and horn were tinged were brighter than before, her eyes were a vivid sea of green, and she was significantly larger than usual. Now eclipsing Princess Celestia in size, she extended her massive wings, hovered over the bed, and cackled. Waking up to find a changeling Queen in his bedroom had been disconcerting enough, but suddenly finding himself facing an overpowered and satiated one was more than a little alarming.
“Such power,” she blared, inspecting her chitin-armored hooves in awe. “I’d anticipated you’d be satisfying to feast upon, but you’re so, so much better than I could have dreamt for,” she continued, slowly descending back to the bed.
Straddling him on all fours, her twisted smile mirroring her power-crazed state, she lowered her head and looked from his face to his groin. He uneasily peered down his chest and to his goods, noticed his softening length, and scrunched his nose. It was bad enough that his admittedly perverse plot had backfired in spectacular fashion, leaving him drained while giving her what sure as shit appeared to be a substantial boost to her power, but he wasn’t about to let her add insult to injury - that and there was still a slim chance that his ploy might work.
“J…just give me a few minutes,” he rasped, stunned when he found he was able to lift his hand and wipe his face.
She giggled and held a forehoof to her muzzle, while her heavily lidded eyes wandered over his chest. “You absolute beast! I don’t even know your name, yet you’re intent on pumping a clutch into me!”
Her horn glowed ever so slightly, as she closed her eyes. Fuck if he knew what she was doing, but it couldn’t be anything even remotely good. Hit with the one-two punch of post-coitus weariness and the weakness of having his energy sapped, the only option he had was to delay her by any means necessary. If he could stall her long enough to recover, and if she let him screw her on his own terms, he may have a chance at defeating her, but those were a lot of ifs.
“What did you just do?” he asked, seeing her beam.
“Induced ovulation,” she smoothly replied, reaching back and caressing her abdomen with a forehoof. “I was going to start with a hoofful of eggs, but for a stud of your caliber I prepared two dozen for you.”
His eyes went wide, his heart fluttered, and his manhood twitched. “Y…you can do that?”
“Does that excite you?” she whispered, lowering herself. “I know it does, I can smell the arousal on you. The thought of your seed surging into me, bearing fruit for the next generation of real changelings, speaks to you ~ doesn’t it?”
He gulped and shudderingly nodded, unable to deny her. “Actually, yeah - yeah it does.”
Bringing her snout to his cheek, she blew hotly on his ear. “Swear fealty to me,” she breathed, her forked tongue tickling his flesh. “If you serve me, I promise I’ll treat you adequately.”
For the briefest moment, he was tempted to take her offer. She was lying - she had to be; there was no way in hell she’d ever treat him as an equal, seeing herself as superior to everything that walked on the face of the planet. If he had to guess, she’d keep him as her personal sex-toy and turkey baster, coaxing him with her sensual wiles before having her way with him. While he felt sure it wouldn’t be the worst life to live, he wasn’t going to submit to being a patriarch for the bed-bug’s brood.
“Fuck you,” he huffed, clutched her horn and locking lips with her.
She tensed and fought his kiss, but her reluctance only lasted for an instant. With her breath washing over his face, she shoved her tongue into his mouth. He realized he was playing with fire, that she could crush him like - well, like a bug, but his gamble had paid off. In the blink of an eye, he was making out with her while kneading her newly enhanced backside with his free hand.
“You’re either extremely brave or extremely foolish,” she mused, pulling back and locking eyes with him.
Rearing his arm back, he gave her tush a playful slap. “I wouldn’t want to make this too easy for you - after all, you are the most powerful and beautiful Queen in the land.”
Even if she’d somehow been able to fake her filly-like giggle, the blush in her cheeks was telling. “Attempting to flatter me already?” she half-jokingly asked, stroking his shoulder with a hoof.
“It’s not flattery if it’s true,” he smoothly countered, squeezing her rump, “my Queen.”
“I…” she paused and pursed her lips, inching back a hair. “What’s your name? As odd as this may sound, you seem familiar.”
A cold bead of sweat rolled down his brow, while his hand wandered up and down her lower back. “Anon - you can call me Anon.”
She draped her snout over his shoulder and rested her sopping wet crotch atop his groin, making herself comfortable. “Well then, Anon, I don’t normally care too much about the preferences of my mates, but do you have any requests?”
The question struck him like a sack of bricks. “Requests?”
“Let me guess,” she murmured, “you like your mares with big, foal-bearing hips and a delectably juicy flank.”
It was a trap - it had to be. Of all the things he’d learned about Chrysalis, he’d never once heard that she had a gracious bone in her exoskeletal body - then again, he wasn’t aware of any passionate accounts regarding the malevolent Matriarch. Given that he was figuratively and more than likely literally fucked no matter what he said, he steeled his resolve and gave a small nod.
Ethereal fire cascaded over her body, her lower half plumped up considerably, and the bed groaned beneath them, while her weight increased substantially. Ordinarily tall and tall and relatively lanky, with a toned but respectable ass, she promptly curtailed her aesthetic to suit his tastes. The excess power he’d given her was made manifest, as her figure softened, her buns expanded, and her soft, doughy thighs pressed against his hips. He hated himself for virtually swooning at the profoundly minor change, but there was no denying it - she’d just made herself even more attractive than she already was.
“Such an honest reaction,” she grinned, gyrating and slathering his endowment with her juices. “I think you deserve a little reward…”
“R…rewa - Ack!” he yelped, feeling two pinpricks on his neck.
She stayed where she was for no more than a second, then withdrew and broadly smiled at him. “You should feel it any second now…”
A warmth flowed through his veins, he felt hot, and an odd mixture of elation and bliss settled over him. “Wha…what did you do?”
“These aren’t just for show,” she replied, curling her lips and pointing to her fangs. “Let’s just say that when our venom can help convince prey to give us what we want.”
Sensing his manhood spring to life, harder than it had been minutes prior and throbbing in tune with his thundering heart, his thoughts raced. He actually had ignorantly assumed that changelings’ fangs were mostly decorative, since they primarily fed off the energy of other creatures, and he’d been swiftly corrected. Feeling like he’d chased a viagra with several pots of coffee, he grabbed her waist and bucked his hips.
All his troubles and woes bled away, replaced by an unabashed lust and adoration like he’d never known. Why wouldn’t he ruthlessly breed the Queen - his Queen?! She was beauty and eroticism incarnate, and he would sire many, many foals with her. Lifting her as though she weighed nothing, allowing his dick to spring upward and kiss her drooling entrance, he lowered her and impaled her on his length.
Pushing herself up and placing her forehooves on his chest, she allowed him to watch his shaft disappear into her velvety confines. “Yes…So big, so virile,” she sighed, “you’ll make an excellent stud for my hive.”
He barely registered her comment, too enwrapt by the sight of her meaty marehood and the thought of serving her. It was hard to believe that he’d wished for her to leave, fearing and loathing her intrusion, but he was going to make amends. He wanted - no, needed to father countless drones with Chrysalis, rebuilding her empire and restoring her to her former glory, and there was only one way for him to do it.
With his regained strength and vigor, free to move about as he pleased, he braced his legs and commenced to plowing her. There was no gradual build-up, no steady escalation - he simply held her firmly and pounded into her marehood like a beast possessed. It would typically take him a short while to rebound, recuperating from a climax to go a second round, but the toxin coursing through him imbued him with the power and desire to rival a god.
“N…no need to - Oh fuck!” she bleated, driven upward by his thrusts.
Keeping one hand on her waist, he lifted his arm, wrapped his fingers around the back of her head, and pulled her forward. Screwing and impregnating her may have been good enough for most stallions, but he wasn’t most stallions - he was Anon, a paragon of virility, and he was going to make good and damned sure that his efforts weren’t found wanting. Jamming his tongue into her muzzle, he snarled into her maw.
For the first time since he’d found himself in Equestria, possibly his entire life, he embraced his natural role as a male - sure he’d bedded a cornucopia of females while in the magical land, but times had been different. His full, animalistic potential had been tapped, the primordial portions of his mind had taken control, and he was going to prove why she’d sought him out. His fingers weaved through her mane, his manhood rhythmically beat against her cum-starved womb, and his nuts slapped against her plush tush, as he lost himself to his savage instincts.
She shivered in his grasp, relenting under the onslaught of his passionate fury, but only for a fleeting instant. As she pushed herself back, breaking their kiss and slamming her ass down upon him, her pupils dilated. While he may have surprised her with his savagery, she wouldn’t be rutted into submission so easily.
“That’s - Nnnngh - cute,” she sinfully growled, energy radiating from her horn. “You may be my stud, but I’m not going to - Wha!”
He shut her up by grabbing her fetlocks and pulling her legs, setting her off balance. If he’d been in his right mind, he would never have done something so impetuous, but he wasn’t in his right mind - in fact, he was barely aware of what he was doing. Giving a belligerent snort, drawing upon his augmented strength, he did the unthinkable. As she nearly collapsed onto him, he folded his legs under himself, shot forward, and drove her onto her back.
The shocked look on her face was priceless. It was impossible to know if any of her past lovers had ever done something so audacious with her before, but he wasn’t finished yet. Ramming her hind legs forward, pinning them to either side of her head, he loomed over her and smiled. Queen or not, irrespective of her villainous status, she was just as vulnerable to a mating press as any other mare.
“U…unhand me, you brute!” she spat as he steadied himself and got into position atop her.
Resting on his knees, he leaned over her, grinned, and began jackhammering into her. Her rapturous howl contradicted the anger in her voice, giving him all the motivation he needed. If she wanted to be bred - by Celestia’s fat ass, that’s exactly what she was going to get. The light around her horn sputtered and dimmed, the tension in her limbs diminished, and her eyelids fluttered, while he conquered her.
Whatever anger she’d felt from being upended faded with each plunge of his manhood. Her lower lips were stuffed in and rhythmically drawn out, exposing her vividly colored interior, as her thrashing gradually drew to a halt. The physical sensation of railing her, feeling her canal quiver and spasm around his pistoning tool, was phenomenal, yet it couldn’t hold a candle to the psychological bliss of pushing her to the breaking point.
Drool trailed down her cheek, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she drew a shuddering breath, seconds before she seized. Syrupy nectar gushed from her battered cunt, painting his nethers and the bed sheets beneath them, when she finally found her voice. Her delighted scream was rewarding to a fault, sending him into a blind rut-lust. She may have just had her second orgasm of the evening, yet he was far from satisfied.
Adjusting the angle of his thrusts to accost her g-spot, provoking a second, spontaneous climax from her, he snarled. “Say it…”
“S…say what?” she rasped, shakily peering up at him.
“Who’s your stud?” he pressed. He gave a particularly brutal plunge, nearly forcing the tip of his length through her cervix, and slowed. “Say it…”
As she wriggled under him, trying and failing to free her legs, an unfamiliar look crossed her face. “Y…you are!”
“Louder,” he demanded, fucking her harder and faster than ever.
“You are!” she squealed. “You’re my big-dicked stud - my King!”
Her admission sent him into a frenzy, cementing what he’d known but failed to accept for over a year. Though he was from a different world, he stood apart from Equestrian natives for reasons other than being an alien. Had it not been for his libido, the colorful denizens of the land may have still been ignorant to the joys of sex and procreation. He didn’t care if he’d spent months on the lam, been hunted by royals of all sorts, and somehow attained the ability to knock up different species; compared to practically every other creature on the globe, he was a sexual titan.
Holding her firmly in place, he plowed her with reckless abandon for what felt like an eternity. She came more times than he dared to count, drenching his mattress and blankets, until he finally approached his limit. He set his jaw and pulled out all the stops, unable to fight back the welling tide of rapture.
A victorious roar cut through the air, as he gave one final, unstoppable plunge. He buried every inch of his manhood into her, pressing to and into her awaiting womb, as he slipped past the brink. Bathing her interior and marking her as his own, his essence surged into her. As impossible as it may have seemed, he could swear that pints of his hot, potent spunk coursed into her.
The influx of his essence resulted in her hardest climax of the night. Her shrill, ecstatic scream shook the windows and likely woke the neighbors, yet it was cut short. Releasing one of her legs, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her up while he leaned forward. Crossing the finish line together would have been fantastic, but it was made all the more wondrous by sealing it with a kiss.
Their tongues entwined, their movements slowed, and they shared one another’s breath, as they rode out their bliss. It was only when his euphoria eclipsed his excitement did his exhaustion hit him. He’d burned the candle at both ends, taxing his body beyond its natural limitations due to her venom, and now he was paying the price. Woozily rocked back and falling to his side next to her, only able to heave air into his lungs, he stared up at the ceiling.
His consciousness faded and exhaustion overtook him, leading to him passing out before he could even spoon with her. It was a shame that he hadn’t been able to get at least an arm around her, cherishing and warming her with his body, but he wasn’t that upset. It wouldn’t be long before he was back at her hive, starting an honest to goodness family with her, so he’d be able to enjoy her company for the rest of his days…
~
He awoke with a start, the damp blankets and covers messily heaped under him, and looked around in confusion. There weren’t many mornings when he woke up feeling like shit, but this was one of them. His head pounded, he was drenched in sweat, and he couldn’t remember anything from the night before - well aside from some vague flashes of what had to be a wet dream. Staring down at himself, seeing the dried cum on his dick, he grimaced.
As unfortunate as his start to the morning was, there was nobody around to help with chores or to start a pot of coffee brewing. Groaning and throwing his legs off the side of the bed, he got to his feet and stumbled off to his bathroom. It was weird and he couldn’t recollect much of what he’d dreamt about, but a single line, spoken in a lilting, ominous voice repeated itself over and over again in his mind.
“I’ll be seeing you soon…”
