Bred by the Hive Ch. 11

Miles looked away, deep in thought. He wasn't sure how to answer that. Melinda turned his head, kissed him, and in moments all thoughts of Keiko were driven from his mind.

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Keiko groaned as she grounded her pelvis in a circle around Miles' shaft. Suddenly her eyes widened, she stiffened and gasped.

"What is it?" Miles asked. It seemed to sudden, too quick for an orgasm.

"Ah... ahh......." Keiko said, her eyes wide, panting.

"Keiko!" Miles cried. "Are you all right?"

Keiko gave him a new, mocking look and pulled out, letting Miles' erection slap down on his belly. "I'm better than all right. Come and see."

Still completely nude, Keiko walked confidently into the bathroom, and Miles followed. He found her modeling her back to the mirror.

Keiko's rider had matured. It now had a shiny golden band around the edges. "My rider has matured. Isn't it beautiful, Miles?"

"I, uh, yes," said Miles. He definitely had mixed feelings. He loved his rider but still wasn't sure if he wanted Keiko to be ridden.

Keiko turned and put her hands on his chest and kissed him. "My rider is filling me with all sorts of interesting thoughts."

"Interesting thoughts?" said Miles, between kisses.

"Um hm," said Keiko. "It wants me to reward you for helping me get it to maturity. We've been having sex all week with me on top every single time. That must have been frustrating for you. Would you like to be on top this time?" She kissed him. "Not because you're required to. Not because you have to. But because you want to."

Miles looked at his wife. She had just been taken control of by her rider. She was being prompted to have sex by her rider. The heavy, banded rider on her back was making her want to do this. It was the Hive's way of offering him a reward for cooperating. He looked at the pulsating master on Keiko's back, and the sexy leer on her face. Did it really matter, ultimately, who or what was offering Keiko's body to him?

No, it didn't.

Miles reached for Keiko's hand by way of answer, and her smile only grew broader. Husband and wife walked hand in hand back to the bed, their riders pulsating softly.

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The women who Miles had impregnated were all beginning to give birth.

There were eight of them, the eight who Miles had successfully impregnated. Melinda had told him that he might enjoy seeing the "fruits of his labors".

One of them was Sally. Her legs were widely spread, and her face was stressed out as other women with riders held her hands, and patted her head and told her what a good girl she was. "Push, Sally, push!" Deidre, with a big belly of her own full of Miles' baby, implored her.

But it was Miles she looked up to. "Miles, it hurts!"

"You're doing well, Sally. You're doing so well," said Miles. Her hot, sweaty body and bulbous belly looked so sexy as her legs were widely spread; the pain in her face could easily be misinterpreted for pleasure. He kissed her cheek as he rubbed her shoulders. "Push, little girl. Push now."

Sally pushed hard. "Uh... uh... UHHHHHH!" she cried. The girls watched in awe as something green and bulbous started to appear at the entrance of her vagina. She pushed again and more of it came out. It was slimy and dripping with unidentifiable fluid and pod shaped. Watching the green pod coming out of her slick vaginal lips felt incredibly erotic. Miles felt tremendously proud. He had fertilized her. He had put that into her. It was life. Life which would expand the Hive. And part of it had been made by him.

"All right, Sally, one last push!" said Svetlana.

Sally looked up at Miles, and, mustering her strength, gave a yell and gritted her teeth and bore down, as if she were doing it all for him. The last bit of it came out, and they saw the entirely of the bright green pod, slick with her bodily juices, slide out between her legs.

"Aaaaaaah," she cried with a sob of relief, her body panting with effort.

"Good girl, such a good girl!" the girls cooed.

Sally looked up at Miles, still breathing heavily, her breasts heaving with her expended effort. "Miles... this is our child."

Miles looked down at the pod. He felt proud, but wasn't sure exactly what he was the father of.

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Eight women gave birth to eight green pods. The pods, all eight of them, rapidly grew taller and longer each day, until they became cocoons. After a few days they became semi transparent, and Miles could see the figure inside them. They were all male.

"All boys?" said Miles. "What are the odds of that?"

Melinda grabbed his arm and kissed him and pinched his ass, but said nothing.

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Seven days later the cocoons all hatched. A small river of green liquid came out. And out of each of them came a familiar figure.

They all looked like Miles.

His jaw dropped.

"Congratulations!" said Melinda, giving him a big hug.

"They're all... me?"

"More or less," said Melinda. She looked at him. "You should be happy! Normally when you pass on your genetic heritage, only 50% gets put into your child. You have to share that other 50% with your female! But these children, Miles, these are 100% yours. Well, almost 100 percent," she said, grinning mysteriously.

"Why? Why me?" Miles asked.

Melinda cupped his balls. "I gave you that answer the first day we met. Because of your enormous sex drive and stamina. We have passed that on to the next generation."

"But... are they me?" Miles asked.

"They will be."

Melinda led him to a bank of chairs against the wall, all with organic helmets of some kind above them. The clones each took a seat. The helmets lowered over all their heads, including Miles's.

"What's going to happen?" Miles asked. He felt an odd tingling in his head, and a kind of draining sensation.

"Your memories are being copied," said Melinda.

"Copied?" said Miles anxiously.

"Relax," said Melinda. "This will take an hour or two." Miles still looked nervous. "I'll have to find a way to distract you, won't I?" she said. She got onto her knees and lifted his penis to her mouth. Miles groaned as he felt the first touch of her lips, and consciousness started to fade away.

When he awoke, he felt sexually spent, though he didn't remember any of it. He also felt mentally tired. He stood up, and saw the other Miles clones, his children, standing around, talking to each other. They all looked identical to him, except they didn't have riders, and they had normal looking penises.

"It was a success, Miles," said Melinda, giving him a hug. It was always good to feel her breasts against his chest.

"It was?" said Miles.

Melinda turned to one of the clones. "You! Tell us about your wedding night with Keiko."

"We were in a five star hotel in the Bahamas," said the clone. "Keiko looked so hot in her blue bikini. We were so worked up that we forgot to use birth control. Nine months later, Robert was born."

"You... you know everything I do?" Miles asked.

The clone nodded.

"They have your memories, Miles, but not your experience. For example, they clearly have memories of sex, but don't know quite how to do it. But you are going to show them."

"I am?" said Miles.

The organic helmets were detachable. Melinda put one on Miles, and the clones each donned one.

Then she took them to another room, where eight eager females were lying on the floor, with their legs widely spread.

"You're going to make love to one of them, and they will copy and record your every move," said Melinda.

"But... I only count eight women here, and there are nine of us," said Miles.

"You counted wrong," said Melinda, grinning, as she pulled Miles down to the ground.

Miles immediately got an erection. He started to kiss Melinda aggressively, but she pulled back. "Hey, hey," she said, clearly pleased. "Gently, slowly! Remember, you're demonstrating for all your boys!"

Miles looked around, and saw the identical copies of himself, all naked, mounting eight other women around him. They were all looking at him, eager for guidance.

Miles stared at Melinda's sexy body. She had thick black hair framing a beautiful face with bright red lips. Melinda had large, beautiful breasts with long, suckable nipples. She had wide hips, and a dark, curly thick bush between her legs. Her labial lips were long and wide, very womanly, very sexually mature.

"You are simply gorgeous," said Miles, barely thinking how he was betraying Keiko by saying that. He started to kiss her slowly. He looked around and saw the other clones doing the same. Miles worked slowly, starting on her neck, her cheeks, her nose, even her forehead, before settling on her lips. They had a hot and heavy kissing session, with Miles kissing her passionately, and Melinda kissing him back. He moved his head down, and started to suck on her tits, as his hands reverently massaged her breasts. Melinda groaned with pleasure.

Miles got into the proper position, and then, when he felt he could wait no longer, raised himself up, and slowly but surely entered her. He took a smooth, easy stroke, and sighed audibly as his brown pubic hair pressed against her curly dark pubic bush. He and Melinda both laughed when they heard the other clones sighing around them, even as their buttocks lifted up and down as they executed the same sex moves with their partners.

"Surely they won't do everything exactly the same each time," Miles murmured.

"They will learn from experience," said Melinda. "But they will use this encounter as their first template."

Miles looked at the other clones, moving as he did. He saw Sally on her back, with her legs spread, as a clone slowly made love to her. Sally caught his gaze and winked at him. He smiled back.

As Miles continued to make love to Melinda, she saw the happiness in his eyes. He was really enjoying this. "Miles... you look more relaxed than I've ever seen you."

"Um hm," said Miles, as he slowly pulled his penis out of her vagina. A moment later, he slowly inserted it again. So did his clones. He resisted the urge to groan again. It just felt so good to be inside her.

"So, do you enjoy being with the Hive, Miles?"

"Yeahhhh," Miles said, as he felt the head of his penis scrape her inner walls.

"But you only have three more weeks in the Hive, Miles."

"Three more weeks?"

"Until your eight weeks are over," said Melinda. She smiled as she felt him tremble and heard him groan with need. "Do you want it to end, Miles?"

"I... don't know," said Miles. His pace started to quicken.

"Do you want to stay in the Hive, Miles?" Melinda persisted.

"I... I... I...." he gasped, and then his penis twitched, and he exploded inside of her. All around them they heard the sounds of the other clones reaching their climax as well. Melinda reached her peak a few second after he did, as her insides were drenched with his seminal fluid.

"Think about it," she whispered into his ear.