Bred by the Hive Ch. 10

As Miles made love to Deirdre he was aware of the eyes of the other women on him, but especially the eyes of Sally, in the third row. She had an anxious look on her face as she watched Miles plow in and out between Deidre's legs. Miles heard the ladies whispering around him.

"He's so sexy...."

"Look how his ass pumps in and out..."

"He's the best fuck I've ever had."

"Look at the way D is panting, she's simply loving it!"

At first such talk made Miles embarrassed. After all, he was having sex with a woman while 14 others watched. But over time his thinking changed. He became proud when the women talked about him. He even became more sexually excited, and often their feminine chatter would spur him on to orgasm.

"Look how fast he's pumping!"

"Look at that smile on his face. He's about to come, I know it!"

And then as Miles climaxed inside of Deidre, he shuddered with masculine pride and pleasure. He felt the waves of admiration and lust around him. He pulled out of Deidre, his penis glistening with their combined juices and alien cum.

"Thank you, Miles," said Deidre, rubbing her sore and wet pussy with her fingertips.

"You're welcome," said Miles, with a graceful smile. He went over to Shannon, the blonde cutie who was next. "Hey Shannon," he said.

"Hey Miles," Shannon said cheerfully. The cute blonde winked at him. "Do you have anything left for me?"

"I think I do," said Miles. He lay down on top of her, they kissed and hugged, and when he felt she was ready, he entered her. Miles enjoyed her gasp as he inserted the hard bar of his manhood into her.

Miles made love to the women, one by one, and recharged his penis every time he finished a row. Once his virility was restored, he would start on the next one. He found himself especially eager to start on the third row. Somehow Sally managed to always be the first in line on the third row. She eagerly spread her legs as he lay on top of her.

"Hello again, Miles," she said. She didn't sound nearly as apprehensive as she had the first time.

"Hello again, Sally," said Miles. They kissed and hugged and fondled for a time. Miles gave her a look, as if to ask "Are you ready?" and Sally, understanding perfectly, nodded slightly. Miles took his penis in his hand and aimed it, and slowly inserted it into her.

"Ah," said Sally, giving him a small smile.

Miles started the ritual of reproduction. By the third or fourth time he made love to Sally, all her reticence seemed to disappear. She even started to enjoy it.

"You feel so good inside me, Miles. So thick," said Sally in a low, private voice, her arms wrapped around him, as Miles banged into her.

"They made me bigger," said Miles.

"You were probably big to begin with," said Sally flirtatiously, and Miles got so excited that he almost climaxed, long before he thought he was ready for it. "My husband, my ex-husband was never big like you."

Miles smiled appreciatively.

"The other girls always talk about you. They say you're the sexiest man alive," said Sally.

"They do?" Mile's penis started tingling again.

Sally nodded. "They call you the best fuck of their lives. And you know something? They're right," she said.

"Ahhh," said Miles. That was the perfect thing to say. His body stiffened, and his penis suddenly erupted. As Miles ejaculated rope after rope of alien sperm into Sally's vagina, she gasped and grabbed him tightly. They lay together for a golden moment after the task was done.

"Thank you," she said, with lust in her eyes, as Miles gently disengaged from her. A thin line of green sperm connected him to her vagina, which snapped off as he got up.

"For what?" Miles asked.

"For being you," she said, giving him a quick kiss. "You know, Miles, I'm a little... ambivalent about what the Hive is making me do. But... if I have to do it, if I have to expand the Hive, I'm... I'm glad you're the one fertilizing me."

Melinda watched from a discrete corner as Miles leaned down and gave Sally a warm kiss. Then he winked at her and got up and went to the next female waiting to be inseminated.

********

Later, while he was plowing into a brunette named Gloria, Melinda returned again to watch. By now Miles had lost all inhibitions, and was merrily plowing away inside of her, while Gloria was gasping with each thrust.

Melinda smiled at him. "You look happy, Miles."

"Um hm," said Miles, still smiling as he continued the reproductive ritual, with Gloria in his arms. He pounded harder. He felt like he was getting closer to his most important goal.

"Do you like having sex with Gloria, Miles?" Melinda asked.

"Yeah," said Miles, enjoying every thrust. Gloria smiled up at him appreciatively.

"Do you like filling Gloria with your cum?" Melinda asked.

"Yeah," Miles said again, his small smile growing broader as his ass pumped back and forth.

"And who is it that makes this all possible?" Melinda asked.

Miles felt his penis tightening. This was it, it was all... about... to happen......

"Who, Miles? Who makes this all possible?"

"The Hive," he said, gasping as he exploded inside of Gloria. But as Miles climaxed, he felt something odd, a warmth on his back and in his mind. He stiffened even as he finished ejaculating inside of Gloria.

"Is something wrong, Miles?" Melinda asked.

Miles pulled out of Gloria. The woman he had just inseminated was entirely forgotten. He stood up with a wondrous look on his face. "My rider," he said.

"What about it?" Melinda asked innocently.

"It loves me," said Miles. "It loves me, and wants the best for me."

"Yes it does," said Melinda, turning Miles around to see the bright golden band on his rider. Miles' exertion with Gloria must have pushed it over the edge to maturation. "And how do you feel about your work, Miles?

Miles looked around with new eyes. "Everything I'm doing here is wonderful. I feel like...."

"Feel like what, Miles?"

"Like a man," said Miles, looking at the adoring women, waiting to be inseminated by him. "Like how man was meant to be."

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Miles continued to inseminate the females every day. But with each passing day, he found himself spending more and more time with Sally when her turn came. Miles would typically spend five or ten minutes with each woman, but with Sally, Miles took it real slow, drawing it out, enhancing the pleasure for both of them. His sex sessions with Sally could last twenty or thirty minutes.

The other women noticed and were obviously jealous. "What's wrong, Miles?" asked Melisandra, who waiting impatiently to be inseminated next. "Are you having trouble coming inside of her?"

"No," said Miles, smiling down at Sally. "No trouble at all." He winked at her, and she gave him a wide grin and hugged him tightly.

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The following day Miles was making love to Sally again. As he lovingly inserted his meaty alien penis in her vagina, she whispered, "Miles, the girls are talking about you."

Miles chuckled as he rubbed the head of his organ against her inner walls and grinded it really well. That felt so good! "The girls are always talking," he chuckled.

"They all want to know who you like best," Sally whispered.

"I don't have favorites," said Miles, continuing to move rhythmically on top of her. Sally was lubricating furiously. He felt the eyes of the other women on him, on his ass pumping in and out, but he felt no embarrassment.

"Deidre has a pretty face and big breasts," said Sally.

"That she does," Miles grinned.

"And Svedlana says you told her she's a really tight ride."

"That she is," Miles grinned, as he lazily pulled his penis out and reinserted it again.

"So... who is your favorite?"

"Who do you think?" Miles looked down at Sally, grinning.

Recognition dawned her face. "Me? But my breasts aren't nearly as big as Deirdre's!"

"No they're not," Miles grinned, as he lovingly impaled her again.

"And my thing isn't as tight as Svedlana's!"

"It's tight enough," Miles grunted, as he rubbed the head of his engorged organ against her inner walls.

"Then... why me....?"

"Because... because.... Aaaaahhhhhhh," said Miles. He collapsed on top of her as he filled her with his liquid heat. "Because you feel so good," he whispered in her ear.

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Somehow, after he had finished covering the fifteen women, Miles found himself falling into a new routine. He would report his completion to Melinda and talk a bit before leaving for the day, but on the third day Melinda invited him to lay down by her side as they talked. Soon it progressed from there. As they talked, Melinda would give Miles longing looks, and begin to touch and fondle him, his arms, his chest, his legs, and eventually his penis, telling him how handsome he was, how virile, how sexy, and what an excellent inseminator he was for the Hive. After a while, Miles started to fondle her as well, her large, firm breasts, her arms, her legs, and even her lush dark triangle between her legs. And then somehow, without quite realizing it, Miles was making love to her. Not because he had to, but because he wanted to. As Miles thrusted into Melinda's tight vagina, his sixteenth conquest of the day, he realized she had taken him for a lover, and he had accepted, without fully realizing when it had ever happened.

Somehow it was worse than it had been with the fifteen women, who he had been covering out of a sense of obligation, to his wife and family. Miles was making love to Melinda freely and voluntarily. He had no mitigating excuses; he was cheating on Keiko. His marriage vows had been totally abrogated.

And yet Miles, feeling only slight pangs of guilt, was loving every minute of it. Even after the head of his penis had sampled the insides of fifteen vaginas every day, his male sex organ was still hungry for what Melinda had to offer. She had an internal tightness which amazed him, and an intensity on her face that could cause him to climax with just a glance. It took longer for him to come after servicing fifteen women, but Melinda didn't seem to mind; indeed, she seemed to relish the longer lovemaking experience, staring into his eyes with a delightful smile as he boned her thoroughly for nearly an hour ever time.

And each time after Melinda milked the remaining sperm from Miles's testicles, they would lie together, fondling each other, and she would talk to him, to reinforce his conditioning.

"From what you've told me, you've used this only once in your life to reproduce," said Melinda, cupping his penis as she fondled it. "And before you joined the Hive, you practiced on your wife, and only your wife, twice a week, correct?"

"Yes," said Miles. There was no longer any obfuscation in him. He had to admit the truth.

"But you have such greater ability, Miles," she said, with lust in her eyes. "Think of all the hundreds of women you could have inseminated. Think of all the life you could have created."

"But our society doesn't work that way," said Miles, feeling her caressing the Hive Mark on the head of his penis with her forefinger and thumb. The green glowing alien symbol marked him as a slave of the Hive. Miles had to presume the mark was a permanent one.

"But our society works differently," said Melinda, tilting his head up and giving him a kiss. Miles responded in kind, eagerly, taking all she had to give. When she pulled back, she said, "Don't you see the advantages of our system, which lets you take full advantage of what your body can achieve?"

"Maybe," said Miles.

"Maybe," said Melinda mockingly, imitating his deep voice. She gave him an appraising look. "I think you're ready for the next step, Miles."

"Next step?"

"From now on, you are not to have sex with anyone who doesn't have a Hive Mark, unless we tell you to."

"No... sex?" Miles tried to figure out the implications. "That means...."

"That's right. No more sex with Keiko." Her brown eyes were hard.

"But... why?"

"You are part of the Hive, now," said Melinda. "Your body belongs to us, for the next six and a half weeks. Not her." She paused, studying his face. "What's wrong, Miles? Can't Keiko do without her twice a week calisthenics for a few weeks?"

"I suppose so," said Miles slowly.

Melinda slapped him on the ass. "Then rush home and tell her the good news." Miles slowly got up. He didn't like the way she smiled at him.

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Miles didn't rush to tell Keiko the "good news". Keiko found out two days later, when she tried to have sex with him. When it came to matters of sex and vaginal intercourse, Keiko always wanted Miles to be the initiator, but she would always give him heavy hints, rubbing against him like a cat and giving him wet kisses.

But one night she rubbed against him repeatedly, and when Miles didn't respond, Keiko got a hurt look on her face. "Miles, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," said Miles, getting ready for bed.

"Don't you want to...."

"I can't," said Miles.

"Can't?" said Keiko. He frowned. "Do they have you fucking so many women that-"

"It's not that," said Miles. He took a deep breath. "I've been ordered not to."

"Ordered not to?"

He faced her. This wasn't going to be pleasant. "Melinda told me that I wasn't to sleep with anyone who didn't have the Hive Mark on them."

"I wonder who she could have been thinking of when she made that little rule?" said Keiko, her eyes flashing. "Besides, how would she ever know?"

"Dear, I have to obey the Hive," said Miles, in a resigned tone.

"Dear, I have to obey the Hive," she said, mimicking his voice. "I forget, did they make your dick bigger, Miles, or did they just cut it off entirely?"

"Dear, there's little more than six weeks left," said Miles.

"Good!" said Keiko. "Because that's how long you're going to be sleeping on the couch!" She pointed to the door.

Miles sighed, and went for his pillow.

*********

"Aha, aha, aaaaaah!" Sally cried out, as Miles' seed blasted into her unprotected womb. Miles had just climaxed seconds earlier. Sally liked to come at the same time as Miles. It made her feel closer to him. Miles accommodated her, speeding up or slowing down as she needed. It was a little thing. If it made her more comfortable in this unpleasant situation, so much the better.

Miles let go inside of her with all he had, flooding the deep end of her vagina with his alien seed. He had gotten to know and like several of the girls, especially Deidre and Amy, but he liked Sally the best. As a man, he enjoyed using all the women, but by far he enjoyed filling Sally with his semen the most. There was something fragile, vulnerable about her that made inseminating her especially... potent for him.

"Thank you Miles," she whispered, her arms around him.

"For what?" Miles said.

"For being so gentle with me," she said, looking into his eyes. "You didn't have to. You could have just treated this like an assignment, fertilizing an incubator for the Hive. But to you I'm more than just the eleventh vagina in line. You care, you really do, and you tried to set me at ease, I can tell." She gave him a kiss, which caused him to start to get hard again.

Suddenly Sally got a funny expression on her face and grabbed her belly.

"What is it?" Miles asked.

"I don't know," said Sally.

But soon they did. Sally was taken in for examination. A Hiveslave inserted a rod into Sally's vagina. The rod quickly glowed green. The Hiveslave nodded.

"I'm pregnant!" Sally cried. She reached out and cried and hugged Miles.

Sally felt terribly ambivalent. She had no desire to be impregnated with Hivelife. But at the same time, she had formed a bond with Miles. She even felt like she was beginning to fall in love with him. Even though she didn't want to be an incubator for the Hive, Sally adored the memory of how Miles gently made love to her each and every time. How could she oppose carrying a child created by a genuine act of love?

Sally was only the first. More women started to get pregnant afterwards. The ones with riders on their backs were ecstatic; but even the ones who only had worms wrapped around their clitorises were pleased as well. There was something about Miles, some natural male charisma, that had injected excitement into the process.

Miles proceeded to continue to make love to the remaining women, even as their numbers dwindled to twelve, ten, and then eight. The women who had been impregnated sat on the sidelines while he inseminated the rest. Sally in particular looked unhappy.

One day just as he finished recharging his penis he went over to her. "What's wrong?" He touched her distended belly. "You're going to have a baby."

Sally gave a quick smile and pumped his hand. "We're going to have a baby, you mean. It's just...." Her voice faded off.

"What?"

"When I had Joanna, Bill was by my side the entire time. Here... I'm all alone here, Miles. When a woman gets pregnant, she becomes very... vulnerable. I don't even have the companionship of physical touch anymore," she said, squeezing his hand.

Miles looked down at Sally. He knew what she needed.

"Lie on your back and spread your legs," said Miles.

"What?" said Sally.

"You heard me," said Miles.

Sally hurriedly lay back and lifted her knees. Miles got between her legs and inserted himself into her.

"Miles, what are you doing?" Sally asked.

"Making love to you." He started the ritual of reproduction.

"But... I'm already pregnant!"

"So?"

The women all watched wide eyed as Miles made love to Sally. He did it slowly, leisurely, and didn't stop until Sally got her orgasm. As she did, she looked up at Miles and fondly touched his hair. "Thank you," she whispered.

Miles smiled back at her.

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Melinda found out, of course. One time after they had finished a leisurely lovemaking session, she played a hand over his chest and said, "I hear you're still making love to Sally."

Miles stiffened. "That's right." Had he broken some rule of the Hive?

Melinda gave him a mocking look. "Are you trying to make her pregnant twice, Miles? Is it a new kind of experiment?"

Miles gave no answer as Melinda gently tweaked his nipples. "Having unnecessary relations is a waste of Hive resources, Miles. It's a waste of energy and a waste of sperm."

"It's not a waste," said Miles. "It's as you said, a new kind of experiment."

"Really?" said Melinda skeptically.

"Really," said Miles.

"And what experiment is that?" Her hand roamed further downwards. She slowly started to pump him.

"I'm... I'm seeing if kindness improves fertility," said Miles.

"If kindness improves fertility?" said Melinda mockingly.

"Yes," said Miles.

"It's against the rules, Miles, and you know that," said Melinda. She masturbated him harder. "Say it."

"It's... it's against the rules," Miles gasped, as she held his penis in her hand.

"It's against the rules, but if you show me some kindness of your own, perhaps I'll make an exception," said Melinda. Her lips moved closer to his.

Miles reached out and kissed her, rubbing his hands all over her body. In moments he was inside her, teaching her the virtues of compassion.

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By the 14th and final day of the experiment, eight of the women had gotten pregnant. Two were from the double banded group, two from the single banded group, and four from the women who didn't have riders at all.

"It's exactly as we thought," said Melinda, giving Miles a congratulatory kiss. "Women under lesser degree of control produce better. Of course, that makes it more difficult to find volunteers."

"I imagine so," said Miles, trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

"But not impossible," said Melinda, giving him another kiss. She looked him in the eye. "Tell me you didn't enjoy this. Tell me you didn't enjoy fucking 15 beautiful women and impregnating eight of them. If it weren't for the Hive, you'd still be starving on the two pity fucks a week your wife is stingy enough to dole out to you."