Nyzerrah Docking

SomeKindOfWizard via CoC2

Steadying yourself, you begin to stalk over to the Queen. The scent of sex is heavy in this place, and there’s no doubt you could have whatever you wanted right now. There’s a taste of honey-sweetness at the back of your throat, softening the edges of your mind.

At least until Azyrran stands up on shaking legs, standing between you and Nyzerrah before throwing her arms out. "Cailey! W-wait! It’s... please, please be gentle! I..." she gulps. "Don’t just... dive on her, okay? I can see it in your eyes! This isn’t right!"

The sight of her panic-stricken face is enough to put a falter to your step, but there’s still an un-girdable force in your loins that needs resolution. There is definitely something else though... when Nyzerrah’s wings flutter it’s carrying some taste to you. Not a scent, but a taste. It would be within Kasyrra’s nature to plant some kind of sex-trap on her just for you.

Azyrran’s complaints are brought to a halt when the Queen sits up, putting a hand on the hive knight’s bum and shoving her towards you. "Enough, cutie! I need to fuck, I need it so badly. Just be nice! Nice and gentle! You can do that, can’t you?" It’s a little bit unsettling to see this giant muscular queen’s plump lips form a quivering pout, at least until you’re distracted by Azyrran hugging you tightly.

Fine. Soft and gentle. You can do that. But now the question is just how to go about that... with Nyzerrah facing you directly, she’s sat up mostly on her sofa. But that insectile abdomen rests on the ground. Instead of her stinger, there’s a great big ovipositor that looks near two foot in length. Fuck.

With a sigh, you begin to strip out of your clothing instead of immediately jumping her, fighting against every hormonal urge in your body. Azyrran gives you a thankful squeeze and helps, although your friends are escorted away by a gaggle of giggling handmaidens... they’ll probably be just fine.

There is a small whine of complaint from Cait; "But look at that thing! I don’t even care if they’re blanks, I could be so fuuull!" until strong fingers find her soft lips.

"Don’t worry, we produce plenty of eggs too, miss... leave the Queen to your friend." One of the handmaidens say, wiggling her bum and twitching her insect-abdomen.

It’s just you and the Queen... and a cuddling, also-naked Azyrran now. With a grin, you lean into your returned companion and give one of her ears a kiss before nudging her over to the Queen. As nice as it would be to drive yourself home in her sodden box, a far more wicked idea has settled itself into your mind; there’s a perfectly potent fuck-lust-inducing venom mixed into the lube that flows from the ‘cumslit' of her ovipositor...

That and you’re pretty sure that there’s so much sugar in her pussy you might crash after having fought and fucked your way through this entire hive.

It’ll take a little adjusting to get Nyzerrah properly positioned, but you set yourself to the task with gusto. "Okay, turn around... rest your arms on the top of the sofa, knees on the floor, and ass up." You order, rubbing your mitts together in anticipation. Azyrran looks just as confused, making a little space as her horny Queen shuffles into her newly-presenting pose.

Eventually you have Nyzerrah on her knees, resting her chin on crossed arms with her breasts resting on the sofa cushions where they lazily drool bimbo-honey onto the soft leather. Her ass is up in the air, but despite its prodigious size you can barely see that giant heart past her insectile abdomen... most importantly, her ovipositor is already hanging from its slit and waiting for you. When you saunter closer she lets out an excited little giggle and bounces for you "Oh! I get it now! You’re so naughty! This is going to be fun..."

Azyrran takes a few moments longer to realize, and it’s not until you grip the Queen’s dripping ovi-cock and sink a finger into its cumslit that she does. "O-oh my... Cailey..." She nibbles a soft bottom lip and gently grips her chest, suddenly looking rather flushed from where she’s sitting. "Are you sure you should do that?"

"Maybe not... but she seems to like it." You mutter with a grin, revelling in the way the Queen’s whole body shivers when you trail your finger the inside of her sensitive flesh. There’s a muffled moan of pleasure from the sensitive super-bimbo, and when you add a second finger there’s an outflowing of potent fuck-venomous lube. "I’m more worried about what this is going to do to me... Nyzerrah, does your venom cause, uh... bimboness too?"

Nyzerrah giggles and wiggles, squeezing her flexible ovi-muscles hard enough to coat your hand in lube. "Nope! Don’t think so though! Just my great big titties. You know, you should suck them when you’re done fucking my egg-hole!"

There’s a nervous yelp from Azyrran when the sofa shifts from the bulk of the Queen on it, but she’s already slowly pinching one of her plump chocolate-and-caramel nipples. You glance over and grin at her, watching for a reaction when finger number three is added to the mix. Nyzerrah’s still excitedly trying to hold still, face already flushed. "Ooooh, it’s not used to that! It feels really good though! Like egging backwards..." She lets out a lusty moan, gently sucking on her own chitinous arm. "It’s gonna be so much fun cumming all these eggs out on a flood of your tasty, tasty cummies!"

You make sure to get at least four fingers into her before pulling out, watching that fleshy fucktube pulse and wink in reaction... considering you’re about to stick your dick in it, there’s probably no harm in lapping a little of it up yourself. After making sure to have eye-contact with your re-redeemed knight, you slowly slurp your fingers clean with a lurid little growl. Admittedly it’s hard to keep a smouldering expression going when you’re immediately hit with a heart-pounding rush of fuck-poison that no doubt turns your pupils to dinner-plates. She’s potent, almost painfully so. Even though the liquid’s still rolling around in your mouth you suddenly feel thirsty, and there’s definitely sweat starting to bead on your forehead.

Azyrran’s getting into the show at least; she puts her own fingers in her mouth while the other continues to squeeze and massage her chest, gently nibbling the chitinous digits.

An impatient wiggle out of Nyzerrah is enough to snap your attention back to her, and the pulsing fuck-flesh on display. You quickly line up your blunt head with the lube-oozing entrance to her egg-laying depths, accompanied by an excited squeal from the Queen. "Yay! Yes! Come on, I’m so ready! That fight was soooo looong! This is so much more fun!"

She’s right. Of course she is. You need to fuck. You need it so badly. The drugs in her juices have you so hard it physically hurts with every second you aren’t penetrating something hot and moist. You give her ovipositor’s end another slow squeeze before finally pushing your hips forward.

You can’t see the hornet Queen’s face, but you can certainly hear the way her mouth forms an ‘O' of pleasure. It quickly turns into a squeal as you sink yourself fully up to the hilt in her ovipositor, stopping only when the slavering lubricants are stoppered by your crotch grinding up against her. It’s definitely... a unique feeling. Your hornet knight is watching closely, almost admiring at the way not-quite-muscles made to push things out are forced to milk you in a vain attempt to pull you in. The deep-seated heat of her unique sexual venom is already sinking into your skin though, already filling your prostate with that prickling sensation of pending orgasm. It’s only raw force of sexual desire that keeps you from simply waiting for her to squeeze your prick to completion, and instead you draw yourself back for another thrust.

You make sure to have a tight grip on her ovipositor, only ensuring she’s milking you harder when you actually set your hips to pounding away. It’s a noisy process that’s rich with the lurid sounds of lube squelching and squirting, all accompanied by the perfect backdrop of the Queen’s orgasmic moans, your lusty groans, and the odd stifled whimper from Azzy. It doesn’t take long for the sloppy mess to be a foam that runs down your thighs and forms a pool between your legs; there’s enough liquid that even keeping a grip on her proves to be difficult.

Thankfully Azyrran seems intent on coming (heh) to the rescue, getting up in all of her naked, shivering glory to get down on her knees and grab that ovipositor too. Nyzerrah’s moans reach a fevered pitch, and you can actually hear the girlcum squirt across the underside of her bug-bum and paint her thick chocolate thighs. Now you’re having to focus mostly on staying stood up; you have a caramel cutie on her knees between your legs, a scant inch away from sucking on your heavy, churning balls while she jerks you off through the scalding-hot, drug-lined sleeve of the Queen’s ovipositor.

Now you’re not just being milked by the contractions of Nyzerrah’s ovi-cock, but each of your thrusts is being met by hands jerking you off through the flexible layer. A deep groan of pleasure buried in your chest begins to leak out as you’re hurriedly brought to the edge, feet scrabbling at the floor. The only thing that can interrupt your hurried mating is an alarmed squeal from the Queen. "A-ah! Azzy sweetie! Grip the end! I don’t want to egg yeeeet! I want her to come first!" Before she slips into soft gasps, trying to hold back.

Now there’s almost a panic in you; a need to cum before you’re pushed out by eggs. Azyrran’s lusty black orbs are locked on the sight of you, mouth hanging part ways open until droplets of pre and lust-venom are dripping onto her tongue. Trying to track just how long you’re going is difficult... but it’s kind of amazing you haven’t cum yet.

Wait.

You’re snapped out of your sex-fugue when confusion collides with confusion, and the weight of eggs starts to push against your blunt head. Azyrran’s on the floor gurgling with a mouthful of white cream that’s thoroughly blended with her Queen’s venom. How— how long have you been cumming? Your nuts and prostate are aching with the effort of pushing out load after load, luckily it’s impossible to feel any real pain with this much venom in you; you were so fucking high you couldn’t even tell you were cumming straight away.

There’s yet another roiling heat in your depths heralding your last good blast is on it’s way. Finishing in the Queen while she’s shooting eggs probably isn’t a good move... but you have multiple targets for your ardor regardless.

Pulling out of Nyzerrah’s ovipositor is the final signal to set everything into motion. The bimbo Queen cries out in her most luscious voice, and honey flows in a sympathetic flood from her tits to the sofa beneath. Her huge tits sway one last time before she goes still, soaking her thighs — and Azyrran’s back — in girlcum. Eggs flow from her one after the other, ensuring that her orgasm is extended in waves.

You’re far more intent on your own prize though; now that Azzy’s let go of the ovipositor, you can simply pull her closer. She gives you one last needy whimper through lust-drugged eyes before latching onto your cock, suckling and moaning into you while her wings nervously flutter from being splashed with lurid juices. The last rope of potent spunk you can dredge up catches her right in the back of the throat, but she barely even seems to notice thanks to the drugs rocking her to the core. She lashes your cocktip with her tongue while her cheeks turn concave, shivering like an addict getting her fix.

And honestly right now she actually is. You fill her stomach, hosing it down as though it might put out fires burning away inside of her before she finally releases you without spilling a drop.

It still takes a few minutes for you to properly master yourself, and when you do so there’s sweat beading all over your body, your legs don’t seem to want to move, and you might actually be turned inside out. Azyrran continues to blink at you through her fugue, a funny look on her face. You’re sure if she had pupils, they’d be dinner plates like yours. Nyzerrah, much to your surprise, looks more refreshed than anything.

With weak limbs, you stagger over to the sofa, uncaring of how sticky it is. There’s a giggle from Nyzerrah when you lean on her in exhaustion, and it turns into a soft ‘dawwwh' once you scoop up Azyrran.

The knight lets out a soft ‘yelp' of surprise, only settling down once you pet her on the head. Your mouth feels awfully dry, your tongue thick, and your ears are still pounding... but at least your initial need is dealt with. And in the case of Nyzerrah, she looks plenty more relaxed for having been painted like a wall.

"Well then," Nyzerrah begins. "Did you want to make your demands?"

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Pub: 27 Nov 2022 18:05 UTC
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