Become a spawn queen

You kneel before the creature and it looms over you, the small tentacles surrounding its mouth twitching.

"I will be one of your spawn queens," you say, almost without realizing what you're doing.

'Are you certain?' The creature leans down and strokes your cheeks with its tentacles.

No!

"Yes," you reply.

'It is good,' the creature speaks into your mind. 'Your tender body will bring me many pleasures and you will be a good host to my larvae.'

"I will please you, my lord," you say, adding the title without thinking.

'It is not the breeding time, but I shall celebrate this event with you,' the creature strokes your face with many tentacles. 'Prepare yourself for me. I will have you now.'

You instinctively know the position the worm desires. You turn around on your knees and fall to the fleshy floor. You lay your cheek against it, listening to its pulse, and thrust your ass and wet pussy up invitingly. The creature drizzles your ass and swollen cunt with the fluid oozing from its cock. You flush with even greater excitement and your nipples grow so stiff they actually hurt a little.

The wrist-thick penis emerges from its sheath glistening with juices and the creature slides it slowly into your pussy. You gasp and orgasm almost instantly. It is a very particular climax, a long and deep spasm that wraps the creature up in your warm inner walls.

The creature flops against your back and tickles your neck and head with its tentacles. Its cock penetrates you deeply. Your muscles relax and accept it, but you still feel a sharp pain through the pleasure. It glides in and out, well-lubricated by a mixture of your fluids and those oozing constantly from the bloated head of its cock.

You fuck back into the slithering shaft, squeezing and milking it, exploding with one powerful orgasm after another. The creature wails in your mind and its cock thrashes within you. Its thick seed spews out in gooey ropes that fill your cunt, paint your womb, and splatter out with each thrust. The creature lays atop you, breathing in the afterglow, and it sends you mental signals to convey its satisfaction.

After a few minutes it slides out of you and departs without another word.

A deep loneliness seizes you in the coming hours. You are not unhappy, but you long for the creature to return. After some time a phallic-like fleshy nob extrudes from one of the living walls of the chamber. A thick liquid oozes from the hole and you realize that this is your nutrition.

The fleshy tube behaves like a penis on a hair trigger. You slurp it into your mouth and immediately muscle contractions begin to squirt a goo across your tongue. Unlike a penis, the pumping goop never ends and you drink it to your content.

When you have had enough you let the feeding tube fall from your lips and you recline on the warm floor. The room seems to grow warmer and warmer and you become drowsy. After several minutes you slip off to a contented sleep.