Ask the creature some questions

You're not sure how to answer the strange worm creature. It is difficult to think clearly right now. It's difficult to do anything other than fall on your back and demand the creature take you again and again. It must be something in that damn mist that keeps spraying out of the walls.

Somehow you fight back the urge to present yourself to the worm and you bring a little clarity to your thoughts by biting your lip. You need to find out as much as you can about this place, this creature, everything, before you agree to something you may regret.

"Can I ask you some questions?" You **** from your lips, trying not to look down at the creatures prehensile phallus.

'Yes,' the word bursts in your mind. 'Satisfy your curiosity, female.'

"Where...am I?" The words do not come easily.

'You are in one of my holding chambers, the place where I take my prizes. We are within the fleshy walls of the hive worm.'

"Hive worm?" You ask.

'It is the home for our species on this world,' the words slip into your brain. 'The human captured us with some device. We cannot leave, so we make our home here.'

"Are there more like you?" You ask.

'Many,' the worm answers. 'Here there are hundreds. On our world there are many times that number.'

"What are the...things you asked me earlier?" You ask. "What do they mean?"

'I am in need of a bonded lifemate. I find you physically appealing, but your physiology cannot fully accommodate my needs. If you were to spend some time in the gene vat you could be remade to my satisfaction. If you were to do this you would enjoy a great deal of freedom.'

"What...about...," you lose your ability to speak as you stare at the hooded end of the creature's penis.

'The spawn queen,' the worm plucks the remaining words from your brain. 'You will become a thrall to my pleasure for the remainder of your days. You would live out your life in a chamber much like this, drinking nutrient syrups and servicing me at my whim. During mating season you would carry my maggots in your human womb and give birth to them. You would have very little freedom, but you would live a life of pleasure. I assure you, all of my spawn queens are content.'

"Others?" You **** out and lick your lips.

'Yes, some alien to this world, some human. Sentient females are prized to my species for our reproduction. The males toil for us.'

"Men?" You drag your gaze back to the creature's hideous face.

'Yes, but I will communicate no more on this matter. You must make your decision, human. What will you choose?'