Queen of Jarilo

She reached behind her with one of her lower arms and took his erection in her hand, letting it pulse between her fingers, laying claim to it before one of her sisters beat her to the punch. They likely had nerves that extended far into their carapaces, she must be able to feel him throb or she would not linger in the way that she did. God, that scent was like a drug. The female pheromones had been one thing, but the sweet nectar that dripped from between her legs roused an unbridled lust in him, saliva pooling in his mouth.

Sex with aliens was not taboo, he had slept with Kaz as many times as he had eaten hot dinners, it was practically a tradition in the Corps at this point. Borealans were so like humans, however, their anatomy so deliciously compatible. Despite their size and strength, they didn't have anything beneath their jumpsuits that wasn't immediately familiar to a human.

These Betelgeusians were a different story, however. They weren't even mammals, their bodies were strange and alien. He wasn't sure if they would be compatible, who knew what a Betelgeusian penis looked like or how it functioned? He felt compelled to try none the less. He had come this far, and her scent was maddening, as if it was reaching deep into his cerebellum in order to stimulate his most base animal urges.

The Workers around her looked on with jealousy, Walker sensing the urgent need in them, but he got the impression that they were too social to squabble and fight over such things. Still they stared at him, a hundred eyes watching through the gloom with a covetous intensity as their sister shuffled down towards his member and poised over it, a thirst that could not be quenched.

His self-declared partner hovered over him, her strange genitals spread open, like three webbed fingers as they exposed the pink flesh beneath. It must close up to protect her loins, perhaps to keep them moist or maybe to deny access to errant males so that the population of the hive did not increase exponentially. He watched with drooping eyelids, her viscous excitement flowing from her opening in thick strings, falling to his member as if to lubricate it in preparation of their coupling. They might well need it, she was small, and he wasn't sure that he would even fit. The winged Drones were closer to human height, but of all the animals recorded by science, humans were some of the most disproportionately well endowed.

She did not seem deterred, perhaps his assumptions had been wrong, and he gasped as her fingers closed around the head of his cock. They were prehensile, gentle, she seemed to have fine control over them. While her bud was armored on the outside, its inner lining was as soft and as slippery as the inside of their mouths, and he shivered as what felt like satin soaked in honey rubbed against his skin. She used the finger-like appendages to guide him towards her opening, lowering herself down and skewering herself on his erection, so tight that he worried that his member might bend under the pressure before it broke through the resistance. Her tunnel gripped him with a strength that rivaled that of even a Borealan, and as she took him deeper, he realized that it was ribbed. It had ridges on the inside, like he was sticking his cock into a stack of donuts, and his eyes rolled back into his head as the fleshy ribs rolled down his shaft.

Every ridge that scraped across his glans sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through his body, like someone was shocking his pelvic muscles with a damned defibrillator. Her muscles squeezed around him so tightly that had her passage not been so wet, he feared that the friction would have taken off his skin. Her lower pair of hands rested on his belly, the upper pair reaching down to hold his hips for purchase, and Walker could not help himself but thrust up into her.

She was small enough that he could lift her off the floor, and he felt her hard fingers dig into him to keep her balance, pheromones that conveyed excitement joining the wonderful scent of her juices. He could have bottled the damned stuff and used it as an erectile dysfunction treatment. It was fogging his mind, making him feel like he was a horny teenager again. He gripped her flared hips for leverage, her exoskeleton hard beneath his fingers, yet pliant like soft plastic. Her shell was dry to the touch, but there was a warmth to her, her insides clenching at his touch.

He rocked his head back, gritting his teeth against the fresh surge of pleasure. She was crushing him between her velvet walls. Whenever he tried to pull back, she tightened around him, like a Chinese finger trap that someone had filled with butter. The three, finger-like appendages were pressed flat against his groin, but they curled as if trying to grip him. Perhaps the male was expected to ejaculate immediately, but that wasn't how humans did things.

He did his best to pull out of her despite her powerful hold on him, and she seemed to think that he was trying to break loose, one of the ridges catching behind his glans and making his head spin. He managed to get about halfway out of her, and then he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her back down. He slammed his rigid member as deep as it would go, feeling her muscles spasm around him as she took him to the hilt, the Bug's mandibles opening and her tongue falling out to hang limply from her mouth. Her fingers dug into his skin, her small body twitching softly as a strand of drool fell to his belly, her armored thighs quivering as they closed around him like a vice.

The bumps and ridges of her sex were driving Walker crazy, he felt like he was foaming at the mouth, the urge to thrust was so overpowering that his body might as well have been put on autopilot. This time she used her strong upper arms to lift herself off him, quickly getting the picture, her creamy excitement escaping from her loins as they dragged up his shaft. She fit him like a glove, an ache permeating his member as she squeezed it, smooth alien muscle seeming to flex and ripple as it enclosed him. Again the head of his cock caught on one of her ridges, as if someone had reached inside the Worker and was squeezing his glans between their thumb and index finger, a grunt escaping his lips as the pleasure tore through him.

She dropped down on him, forcing his member deep inside her again. He must be stretching her to capacity, but she showed no signs of discomfort. Her tongue drooped from her mouth, mandibles twitching, eyes fixated on his body as he shivered beneath her. He felt her secondary hands stroking his belly, moving up to explore his abdominal muscles. She seemed quite taken with his alien anatomy as she slowly rocked her hips back and forth.

Walker could feel every one of the fleshy ribs as they slid up and down his shaft, almost painful in their intensity, as if each one was an independent ring of muscle that she could leverage to grip him. He remarked that his body temperature was a lot higher than hers. She must be acutely aware of that fact, his member was like a hot iron as it throbbed inside her.

His heart leapt as he looked down at her. She was surprisingly cute for a giant insect, her eyes were large and sympathetic. She had a flat chest, but her hips had a pleasant flare to them, and she writhed and flexed in the most enticing of ways as she sat atop him. He could see her pink meat moving beneath her hard carapace, notably on her belly, where the segmented plates seemed to shift as if they were floating on water. Her exoskeleton might be hard, but she was as soft as velvet on the inside, and he gritted his teeth as she rose on her strong upper arms again.

She was finding a rhythm now, slow and heavy, the walls of her exotic vagina sticking to him like a damned suction cup. He could feel the tug as she rose, then the resistance when she came back down, the wet squelch of their messy lovemaking rising to his ears. Shame was but a distant memory now, and he found himself pulling her back down, increasing the force of their coupling.

Walker had no idea if this Bug was capable of orgasm, or if her body worked even remotely the same way as a human woman's did, but he could smell the pleasure wafting off her like a sweet perfume. She wasn't just rutting like an animal, she was enjoying this in the same way that he was, her eyes meeting his gaze and begging for more as their bodies slammed together in a frenzied dance.

She was bouncing on his shaft now, Walker pushing up to meet her downward thrusts, the two of them finding a desperate pace as her sisters looked on enviously. He couldn't concentrate on anything, couldn't think. The cloud of pheromones that permeated the room was inescapable, it was if he was feeling the second-hand emotions of every Bug in the chamber, their desire and their arousal adding to his own as they watched. He couldn't muster enough brain power to block it out, not with the Worker fucking him into the dirt. He was still sensitive from his first orgasm, and her textured loins were setting his nerves alight with a kind of harsh pleasure that burrowed into his brain like a drill.

Her passage clung to him so tightly that every tiny movement of her muscles translated into his member, her loins shifting and moving around him as they made every effort to accommodate his girth. He got the impression that he was at the higher end of what her body could tolerate. In the same sense, she was about the tightest thing he could possibly have gotten inside without tearing her apart. Was it not for her copious juices then they might have injured one another. Her thick fluids were forced from her hole with every downward motion. There just wasn't space for it inside her, and so it was pushed out of her, gluey and slimy as it glazed his groin and thighs.

They hadn't been going at it for more than a few minutes, and he had come once already, but it wasn't long before he felt a familiar pressure rising inside him. The bumpy ribs that massaged his cock were irresistible, gliding across his skin as they were eased along by her creamy emissions, her grip on him cruel and unforgiving as she drove him towards his peak. She was single-minded, as the Workers seemed to be in all of their tasks, her wide hips grinding and gyrating as if she was trying to wring him dry.

He tried to suppress the urgent feeling, wanting to savor every second of pleasure, but it was no use. She stopped dead in her tracks as his member swelled inside her, her hanging tongue curling and her dull fingers gripping him tightly as he lifted her into the air, his spine arching as he pumped a torrent of his ejaculate into her waiting loins. She seemed lost in a daze as she felt the heat of it spread through her most intimate depths, filling every crevice of her exquisite insides, her body trembling softly as she clung to him.

He felt a tremor in her velutinous walls, traveling up through her loins in waves, as if she was trying to drag him deeper inside her to ensure insemination. Another flood of his emission left his body, his muscles burning with the effort. It felt like somebody was pulling a knotted rope out of him. Each wrenching pulse was met with another crippling wave of pleasure that was driven into the core of his being like a nail through wood, a satisfied ache permeating his body in its wake. His brain was fizzing, as if somebody had replaced his brain fluid with seltzer water, electricity coursing up and down his spine like an optical cable.

The Bug stayed locked to him, taking every load as it came, a pheromone that was a deep pink in hue and smelled like vanilla washing over him as she shivered and clicked her mandibles excitedly. He couldn't be sure that she had climaxed, but she was certainly enjoying what was happening, seeming to delight in the sensation of his erection jumping inside of her as it pumped his essence into her welcoming tunnel. It felt like there was a firm hand coaxing more of it out of him, her ribbed insides rolling over him as they squeezed out one last, shivering ejaculation.

There wasn't much room to spare in there, and so it squirted out of her to join her sticky juices as they pooled on his belly, forming a scandalous concoction of their sexual fluids.

He gave one last thrust, the Bug's eyelids fluttering as he emptied the last of his emission into her tunnel, her powerful muscles milking him rhythmically as if to ease out every drop that he could muster. He fell back to the dirt, the Worker releasing her hold on him, the strange fingers letting go as his member slid out of her with some difficulty. The human penis was somewhat shovel-shaped, and Walker had trouble pulling free as she rose off him, his now hypersensitive flesh catching on her ribbed passage. Each bump drove a fresh jolt of ecstasy through his body, forcing his eyes shut as he dug his fingers into the dirt beneath him. Just when he thought that he might pass out from the intense stimulation, they uncoupled, a mass of their syrupy fluids sloughing from her loins. He felt the impact of it as it fell on him, his girth such that he had practically plugged her up, trapping many of her juices and his own ejaculate inside her during their brief and passionate intercourse. They were still linked by a thick rope of clear fluid with the viscosity of molten glass.

The bawdy mixture oozed forth in fat ropes, falling to his already sodden member and leaking down onto his belly, his partner reaching down between her thighs to catch it in her hand as it drooled out of her. She raised it to her mouth, her cupped palm full of the almost gelatinous mixture, and her tongue shot out to taste it as she sucked it up with her alien mouthparts.

Walker watched with a blend of seething arousal and mild disgust as she licked her hand dry, and then flinched as he felt one of the more opportunistic of the brood sneak in past her sister, sucking his still erect member into her mouth. The rest seemed to take that as a cue, lunging forward to get a taste. They lapped at the pool of fluids on his belly and scoured his thighs with their wriggling tongues.

He was too turned on to care, and so he lay back and enjoyed the sensations, the Workers cleaning the milky residue from his lower body with their mouths as the enthusiastic Bug sucked him dry with her vacuum-like throat.

Walker was ready to keel over and fall asleep, but the Bugs had other ideas, dozens of eager eyes peering at him through the gloom. Again the pheromones dredged up old memories, linked to scents and tastes, his brain scrambling to create a patois of their alien language. He was still hard, his member sore and aching, but lust was burning in him like a smoldering fire.

The green Bug that had been cleaning the sticky fluid from his member shouldered her sisters aside, gripping his hips almost violently with her upper pair of hands, the lower taking charge of his member and guiding it towards her loins as they opened up like an eager mouth. Her fluids dripped down onto his cock, stringy and thick, and he felt his organ surge as if it was trying to reach towards her of its own volition.

He doubted that he would be allowed to rest, at least until he could no longer perform. There was no way that he could satisfy the entire brood, there were a hundred of them, but maybe he could manage three or four before his body gave out completely...

CHAPTER 10: REPLETE

Walker was roused by the chittering of Bugs, feeling hard shells moving around him as the pile that he had been sleeping in was spurred into activity. They slept clustered together, a dozen limbs draped over his naked body, colorful carapaces pressed up against him on every side. He rubbed his eyes groggily as he rose to his feet, stifling a yawn as he got his bearings. The Workers were filing out of the room, and it seemed that he was expected to follow them. He searched for his fatigues on the floor, stooping to pick them up and hastily pulling them back on. After what had happened the night before, he had expected to wake up covered in all manner of sticky fluids and emissions, but he felt as clean as if he had just taken a lengthy shower. The Bugs had bathed him in their own way, cleaning away every trace of their activities, though he couldn't quite remember when. It was all a blur, a soup of emotions and sensations. He could recall having sex with a few of them after his first encounter but not much after that. He must have passed out at some point.

He felt something tug at his wrist and he looked down to see the familiar horn and coloration of Fig as she urged him to follow her. He was still getting used to the idea that these creatures were all females, but it was undeniable after what he had seen a few hours prior.

"Fine, fine, I'm coming. I guess taking a minute to read the news feeds and get a cup of coffee is out of the question?"

She hurried him along, barely giving him enough time to button up his jacket, and they joined the column of Bugs that was heading off down the tunnel. Before long they were passed by another group, and Walker was certain that these were the Workers who had passed them the day before, returning from their shift to sleep. The hive ran like a well-oiled machine, everything carefully timed and organized to ensure maximum efficiency. The routine would have been grueling for humans, but the Bugs seemed right at home in this environment. He found himself wondering where they would put him next, what manner of strange job they'd have him trying to do.

So far it felt as if they had been trying to find a place for him in the colony, trying to ascertain what his skills were, what humans were good at. It was hard to imagine that their motives were benign, but he couldn't figure out their angle, not for the moment at least.

Every caste that lived in the hive seemed hyper-specialized. Their entire physiology was geared towards accomplishing a handful of tasks, and nothing else. The Workers had shovel-like upper hands for digging and a pair of more dexterous hands below for doing finer engineering work. The Repletes were walking food bins. When swollen with that amber liquid they were ill-suited to doing anything beyond lounging around and feeding their hungry colleagues.

The Drones were obviously fighters first and foremost, perhaps acting as police or peacekeepers when they weren't at war. The Warriors, or at least their spindly Pilots, were still an enigma to him. He had only seen a handful of them, and their only purpose that he was able to ascertain was driving those organic machines around. Might they fly the spacecraft too? It was a reasonable assumption to make. There might be other castes that he simply hadn't come across yet, hidden away somewhere in this maze of dirt tunnels, but there was one thing that he could be sure of. There was a Queen hidden somewhere in this hive. These aliens shared too many characteristics and behaviors with the social insects of Earth for it to be otherwise, there must be a leader of some kind heading this operation and birthing new Bugs for the swarm. If he could figure out her location, maybe he could pass that information on to the UNN when he escaped, and they could deal a crippling blow to the Bugs on Jarilo.

Was that what he wanted now? To drive the Bugs off and see them all killed? The more he learned about them, the more sympathetic they became. They were capable of emotion, compassion, empathy. So why did they not express it towards other species? Why the violence and the aggression, the unbridled xenophobia? It frustrated him. He was still missing pieces of this puzzle, the best thing he could do right now was to keep learning.

They came to a fork in the tunnel, and to his surprise, Fig led him away from the column of marching Workers. Walker could smell the pheromone from the factory leading up the other passage, so where was he being taken now?