Queen of Jarilo

One of the skinny Repletes that was leaning on him from behind pressed in close, nipping softly at his neck with its hard pincers, her tongue lashing out to taste his skin. She was curious, trying to figure out what he was perhaps, and for a moment he feared that his implant wasn't doing the job and that he was about to be devoured.

Instead, he squirmed as her prehensile organ glanced across the back of his neck. It curled around his throat as if searching for something, tracing the line of his clavicle before snaking back into her mouth. He felt another swollen stomach pressing against him from the right, another of Cherry's bloated sisters shuffling close to him, the temperature rising as he lay buried beneath the pile.

He felt this newcomer's hands slide beneath his jacket, feeling naked skin and seeming to enjoy its texture, running her fingers up and down his spine as she followed his vertebrae. He writhed, more hands reaching towards him, his breath becoming ragged as dozens of curious digits tugged at his clothes and tickled him with their explorative prodding. He couldn't blame them, they had never seen anything like him before, at least not unless they had been eating it at the time.

Walker's skin was warm, and his hair was soft. Like the Workers before him, they seemed to enjoy his flavor. He flinched as he felt a long, dexterous tongue slide beneath his clothing and press its tapered tip into his navel, his erection now at full mast. If he wasn't careful, he would start secreting the male pheromone again, an invitation to mate. But he didn't have enough control over the strange organ to stop it. It responded to his emotional state, there was no muscle that he could clench, no mental command that he could give to prevent it. The only option was to remain calm, to ignore the fingers and tongues that were now tracing every contour of his body as Cherry's ample bosom wrapped his face. It was an impossible proposition.

The sensations were overwhelming, as if arcs of tingling electricity were dancing across his skin, no nerve left unscathed as the Repletes succeeded in tearing open his jacket and pulled it off him. Cherry rolled him onto his back, propped up against the large belly of the Replete to his right, joining their clumsy explorations as her four hands stroked his naked chest and belly. More of them pressed in from above, eyes wide, examining his alien physiology.

It was all happening again, his brain turning to soup as their questing tongues painted trails of sticky saliva across his skin, fingers digging beneath his waistband as they began to understand how his clothing functioned.

Unlike the Workers, these Repletes were not problem solvers or engineers, his belt was a barrier that they could not break through. Still, he felt the head of one of the Repletes rest heavily on his stomach, her tongue winding into his pants and licking his shaft, perhaps attracted by the heat or the smell of it. He lurched, stars dancing before his eyes, feeling her warm saliva leak from her open mouth in fat strands.

With shaking hands, he fumbled with his belt buckle, loosening it to let more of her thick organ pass. She curled her wet muscle around his member, sliding up and down his shaft, gripping his hip with her hard fingers as she roamed deeper to tease his thighs and balls.

Just a little, he told himself through the warm fog that had descended over his brain. I won't go all the way, but I'll let them do it just a little...

Another Replete leaned forward, hovering near his neck as if it was sniffing him, more of them drawing closer as they smelled something that enticed them. It was too late, sweat dripped from his pores as the heat and excitement got the better of him, laden with the male pheromone that had driven the Workers so wild. Half a dozen tongues reached out to sample it, their eyes lighting up, their curious touching and stroking imbued with a new and more lecherous purpose.

It was like an avalanche. Once started it could not be stopped, only gathering more power as it rolled down the mountain and swept away anything in its path. His resolve crumbled, his arousal mounting as the Bugs tormented him, feeding into his desire. His beleaguered body leaked more pheromones, which in turn encouraged their licking and stroking. He was locked in a death spiral with only one possible outcome.

One of Cherry's breasts rested heavily on his head, and her belly pushed against his body as she sat beside him, her face buried in the nape of his neck as she dragged her tongue across his skin. She pinched him softly with her mandibles, her hand running through his hair, the stubby fingers on her lower set of arms crawling across his belly.

Their pheromones flooded his mind with images and sensations as his brain matched the smells to memories, his every sexual experience bubbling to the surface. Suddenly the squashy breasts that were being thrust into his face took on the comely scent of previous female partners. Strawberry scented body wash, sweet perfume, an old girlfriend's shampoo. The smells brought him right back to moments in his past, each one linked to an experience or a sensation, a memory of lust.

Layered into the complex scents was speech, and even through his fugue of arousal, he made an effort to understand, to learn. They were not distinct words, but rather thoughts and impulses conveyed through emotion, run through a familiar filter as his brain attempted to parse them. The more he concentrated, the clearer their words became.

<WHAT IS IT?>

<NOT FOOD?>

<SMELLS LIKE US.>

<MALE.>

<WANTS TO BREED?>

"I don't," he protested weakly, but they couldn't understand his speech. All they knew was what his body was telling them in spite of his mind, his arousal pumping out pheromones to goad them on.

His eyes told him that he was buried beneath a pile of giant insects, and yet his powerful sense of smaste insisted that this was a harem of beautiful, fertile women. While they could not speak, they whispered their desire in their own pheromone-based language, muttering to each other as they tried to figure out just what to do with him.

Pairs of breasts the size of beach balls were thrust into his face, the fluid-filled pouches of their distended bellies cushioning him, their transparent skin smooth and yielding. No matter what size they were, or how much of the amber fluid had been drained, they were all similarly firm and bouncy. The membrane that enclosed them shrunk to compensate, maintaining their shape and consistency.

Before he knew what was happening, he found himself nuzzling them, pushing his face between the nearest pair as the Bugs crowded around him. The Replete in question seemed to assume that he wanted to feed, cradling him in her arms she would have one of the Workers, her fingers delving into his hair to stroke curiously.

The others did not let up, their tongues and their fingers questing across his body, tasting sweat and testing the flexibility of his flesh. They found his relative softness enticing, squeezing his thighs and ass through his pants, prodding the firmer muscle of his chest and upper arms.

"Fuck it," he grumbled, reaching down to unzip his fatigues. As soon as they were loosened, the Repletes hooked their fingers around the garment and pulled it away, quickly following suit with his underwear. His erection stood in the air, swollen and hard, their expressive eyes drawn to this strange new organ as several of them crowded closer.

One of them reached out its sinuous tongue, Walker watching with bated breath as its pointed tip snaked towards his glans, giving it a tentative lick that sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through his body. Seeing that it was safe, her sisters pressed closer, seeking out the source of his enticing male scent.

While the Workers had flown into a frenzy when they had smelled his pheromones, these Repletes took their time, perhaps less interested in the prospect of sex than their far more numerous counterparts. Could the Workers increase their own population quickly through mating? It would make sense in scenarios where the Queen could not meet the demand alone, perhaps following some kind of disaster or mass die-off.

The Repletes were surprisingly doting and gentle with him. They were extremely heavy and much larger than he was, but despite their proximity, they were careful not to crush or smother him with their bloated bodies. He was enclosed by a wall of soft flesh on every side, hard fingers and wriggling tongues pushing between them to get a taste of him. They seemed almost as confused as he was, knowing that he was different to them, but similarly drawn by his familiar scent. He didn't look like a Bug but he sure as hell smelled like one.

He took the liberty of running his hands over the Bug's belly, or at least the swollen pouch on her lower torso where a belly would have been on a mammal. There were subtle rolls to it that lined up with the splayed abdominal armor, like tires of fat, but far more malleable as they were full of thick liquid rather than tissue. He noticed the Replete twitch, her long lashes fluttering, and for a moment he feared that he had hurt her in some way.

The opposite was true, however. The pheromone that it released was one of pleasure, as if it had enjoyed being caressed. He repeated the gesture, stroking his fingertips across its inflated pouch, the honey-like substance beneath it shifting at his touch. Her grip on him tightened, a shiver passing through her large body, and again she emitted an appreciative scent.

Odd. The stretchy, transparent skin that served to contain their nectar must be very sensitive when it was touched. Perhaps that was one of the reasons that they moved around so carefully when distended with food, despite how tough the material seemed to be.

<IT TOUCHES ME.>

The statement was punctuated by a flood of pleasant-smelling chemicals that were released into the air, conveying pleasure. One layer of their pheromone language transmitted concepts, another emotions. When combined they resulted in a kind of inflection. The more he heard them speak, the more he understood, as if the secret to being able to interpret their scent-based language was simply exposure to it. He was adapting, slowly. His brain was getting better at parsing the different signals the more he made use of the grafted organ.

The rest of the Bugs had mostly ceased their inquisitive groping to watch, crowding around with wide eyes, a few chitinous hands still resting on his body as the fat Repletes cushioned him.

Encouraged by her reaction, he reached his hands up and sank his fingers into the stretchy surface of her breasts, massaging the thick fluid beneath. While it was softer and more malleable than fat, there was a pleasant resistance to it. It was satisfying to play with, somewhat like a stress ball, encouraging his probing.

The Bug shifted, her eyelids drooping, her grip in his hair growing tighter. She was becoming aroused, he could smell the pheromones, shifting hues towards a deeper and more sexual pink. She liked what he was doing to her.

Because the pouches were full of liquid and presumably did not have nerve endings running through them, he was able to twist and squash her breasts to a much greater extent than would have been comfortable for a human. Her mandibles clicked, perhaps in an expression of enjoyment as he took one of her breasts in his hands and kneaded it like putty. Her skin was so sensitive, she was receptive, tender. He wouldn't have imagined that a giant insect could have looked cute, but watching her twist and writhe was getting him riled up.

He noticed that the syrupy liquid from within the pouch was being squeezed out by his mauling, a bead of amber fluid welling at her nipple. He licked it, tasting its sweet aroma, and the Replete pulled him closer. With her hand resting on the back of his head, she pressed his face into her breast, the teat-like opening pushing into his mouth. He drew upon it, playing his lips and tongue over the sensitive flesh, a flood of the nutrient-rich liquid within filling his mouth. It tasted exactly like honey, full of sugar and protein, his body reacting strongly to the ambrosial fluid as it slid down his throat.

The Replete seemed to enjoy the sensation, his human lips and tongue more stimulating than the comparatively simple mouthparts of the Bugs that were designed only for sucking. He trapped her nipple between his lips and his teeth, battering it with his tongue and drawing slow circles around it as he would have with a human lover. She responded strongly, looking down covetously as her pheromones betrayed her pleasure, drawing more of her sisters as they sensed it too.

Cherry pushed up behind him, shuffling closer, expectant. The Bug whose breast he was currently engaged in mauling was quite affected, holding him close with two of her hands while the others roamed across his body. Cherry seemed jealous. She thrust her heavy mammaries into his face, laden with nectar, offering them to him as her sister guarded him greedily.

Cherry's weighty breasts rested on his shoulder, weighing him down, deforming and spreading like melting wax as gravity took hold of them. He released the other Replete's nipple from his mouth, and she loosed a puff of disappointment as he turned towards Cherry, taking one of her chest pouches in his hand. Damn, he could scarcely lift it with both arms. She was still carrying more honey than her counterpart, and Walker struggled with her breast as she looked on eagerly.

She was perhaps even more sensitive than his previous companion, who was watching enviously, still holding him in her arms as Cherry pressed against him. The transparent sacks were stretched further to hold more fluid, and so that seemed to make them more tender. She twitched and writhed as he played his hands across their massive surface. He could have fit his head inside one three times over, she could give someone a concussion with one of these things.

He twisted and kneaded, sinking his fingers deep into the jellied substance contained with, delighting at their softness and flexibility. As soon as he let go, the displaced fluid rushed to fill the void, her breasts springing back to their intended shape almost instantly. Walker felt like a kid with a new toy, he couldn't keep his hands off the damned things.

He let the weighty boob fall to hang from her chest, wobbling as it settled, and ran a hand down towards her bloated belly. He was curious as to whether her stomach pouch was as sensitive as her breasts. He felt the hard sections of splayed abdominal armor beneath his fingers, roaming down over the smooth skin and finding one of her subtle rolls. He took it in his hand and gave it a squeeze, feeling the fluid beneath his digits shift and jiggle as she shivered appreciatively. She did indeed enjoy having her belly touched, and it was incredibly soft. It was made from the same material and filled with the same amber liquid as her breasts, making it equally springy and bouncy. He wasn't sure how much it weighed, but it was impossible to lift.

He felt one of her four hands roam down towards his belly, copying his gesture as she explored his alien anatomy. She reached his member, her eyes fixated on it, no doubt smelling the pheromones that he emitted as his cock leapt at her touch. He reached down and put his hand on top of hers, feeling her hard shell beneath his fingers, and he closed her fist around his shaft. He began to move it up and down, showing her what he wanted her to do. As he pulled his hand away, she kept up the rhythm, her grip just firm enough to be pleasurable. She seemed fascinated by his organ, and Walker couldn't imagine how those of the winged Drones might differ in appearance or function.

He lay back in her arms, enjoying the sensation as she stroked his shaft. Though her shell was hard and tough, she was gentle and affectionate, her slow movements making him throb and twitch in her palm. The Replete beside him leaned closer too, watching her sister's slow wrist movements as her three-fingered hand slid slowly up and down his cock. She rested a hand on his thigh, another probing his abdominal muscles. More of the Repletes were crowding around, but sandwiched between Cherry and her sister, there was little room for anyone else to get close.

Cherry's breasts hung tantalizingly in his face, and so he toyed with them again, watching the honeyed liquid contained within as it spread and shifted in response to his squeezing. Meanwhile Cherry kept up her slow stroking, one of her four hands rubbing his thigh as if she thought that it might have a similar effect. It did feel pretty good, he couldn't complain.

Her large body shuddered and twisted under his rough treatment as he kneaded her breasts, sinking his hands into their yielding surface almost up to the wrist as the fluid spread around them, trapping her sensitive nipples between his fingers. He sucked one into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue as he massaged the skin around it, chewing softly as her sweet honey leaked forth.

Cherry released more puffs of intoxicating pheromones, both to express her own pleasure and to encourage him. His new organ flooded his brain with sexual scents and tastes, like she was misting an aphrodisiac into the air. Walker would be remiss to forget about her belly, and he slid his hand across its stretchy surface as Cherry clicked her mandibles appreciatively. It was like the transparent skin was an erogenous zone, its entire surface as sensitive as the head of a penis.

Her sister leaned closer, examining his face, and she pulled his head out of Cherry's boundless cleavage to turn it towards her. She narrowed her eyes, prodding his lower lip with her fingertip, and then pushed her digit into his mouth. He lapped at it with his tongue, knowing now that the shells that had appeared so tough and hard were actually rich with nerve endings. Her eyes widened, and she withdrew, turning her head towards Cherry and emitting a confused pheromone.

<STRANGE MOUTH.>

Walker could have said the same about the Repletes, her huge mandibles were an inch from his face. He was almost glad that she wasn't trying to kiss him like the Workers had.

A jolt of pleasure caused him to buck involuntarily as he felt a finger graze his glans, Cherry smearing a bead of precome that had welled at the tip, watching the liquid spread curiously. Her sister was on it in a flash, perhaps wary of Cherry stealing the limelight again, and Walker groaned as he felt a sinuous tongue coil around the head of his cock. Wet, slimy flesh squeezed it, scouring his tender anatomy as she tasted his leaking excitement.

<IT MAKES HONEY.>

Honey, he recognized the word, the scent almost tasted of the fluid that they produced.

"No, no I don't," Walker protested. His complaint petered out into a moan however as she pressed down and opened her mandibles wide, sliding the tip of his erection into her moist mouth. It felt like the lips of a vagina, her mouth was a vertical slit with muscles that let her open, close and suck. Her throat was tight, although he had seen them swallow huge chunks of prey animals without any difficulty. Perhaps the muscles could expand, or perhaps they dragged the meat down into their digestive systems through sheer force alone.

Mandibles like scythes pressed against his belly, but the sensation was too powerful for him to lose his erection, the tube of slimy muscle that made up her throat sucking him deeper. God, the pressure was incredible, she was like a damned vacuum cleaner. His eyes nearly bulged from his head as she pressed lower, taking him deeper into her throat and sliding her tight lips halfway down his shaft. Her muscles pulsed rhythmically, she was trying to suck out his emission like milk from a teat. There wasn't much room for his member in her mouth, as narrow as her throat was, and so her serpentine tongue jostled for space as it slid up and down his length.