The tigress returns to her den...

Another night had passed, another night where the sexual predator that used to be Susan Storm had returned from a hunt out into the human city, licking the blood from her lips and teeth while a newly born litter of children floated behind her in safety in the cradles made from her powers, squirming and flailing in bubbles of solid light. Their cries for nourishment and attention was music to her ears. Their father was fitting prey, giving her many children and a hearty meal to sate her after their birth. That’s all humanity was to her now; prey. Prey to be fed off or used to expand her genes, to her she was above them all. An eldritch goddess of fertility whose loins would spawn a race of superior beings who would claim the earth as theirs, as HERS!

Stepping into her lair and turning off her powers of invisibility, Susan purred deeply at the scents and sounds of her hive. All around her she could smell the stink of sweat and testosterone, her many sons and grandsons busily worked towards expanding the hive or rutted loudly like penned bulls in a stable. Roaring out their release as they splattered the walls with the foaming resin of their cum. The models she turned screamed and moaned out loud, taken furiously by her progeny to expand their numbers. Hearing them cry out for more or growl in sexual frustration brought a fanged smile to her lips. She had no reason to hold back anymore, in the span of mere days her hive’s population had tripled!

“More! MORE! Please… I can’t take it anymore! Fuck me again! I NEED IT! MOAR!!!” Cried out Janet, sitting at the far corner of the lair and cradling a swelling stomach where her translucent flesh revealed triplets rapidly forming inside of her. And despite knowing she would give birth in more than a minute; the former hero had become addicted to sex. Wasp was already the mother of twenty children, the majority of which were still hanging from the ceiling waiting to hatch into adulthood. Yet her new alien drives compelled her to become pregnant again, even as her spherical middle swelled larger and larger, forcing her to roll onto her back and squirm from the kicks and jolts that assaulted her insides.

Letting her own children free to scamper off and find a spot to cocoon themselves, Susan moved to the heart of her lair to bask in the humidity her legion of sons gave off, becoming intoxicated by the pheromones in the air. She felt so primal, so alive. Looking over to the other women she had turned, it amused her that they had resisted defiantly for but a few scant hours after their change until her sons shown them the pleasures of their new nature. Now they couldn’t get enough. Two of the former models made out while they were being mounted from behind, their bellies swelling large enough they struggled to maintain lip contact. Meanwhile the others had garnered a taste for male cum, becoming addicted to the flavour and consistency after Susan ‘taught’ them how to calm her more unruly sons when they roared out demanding release. The females were on their knees, pinning the males to the resin caked walls while they were being sucked off for every drop they had to offer. Suckling and gulping at the thick substance like ambrosia to sate their hunger and lusts.

Janet’s cries of pleasure and pain soon filled the crowded space, turning Susan’s attention to the petit woman screaming as her water broke and her first born was already crowning, stretching her pussy to its limits. Hefting her larger breasts and bringing a stiff nipple to her lips, Janet sucked and lapped at her stiff nipples, moaning out loud when her contractions coursed through her. Spurting mother’s milk in arcs when she clenched her inner muscles to expel her first spawn from her litter.

“Mmmm… My Queen!” Husked Alicia, coming up from behind Susan to let her clawed hands roam over the matriarch of the hive, pecking kisses over her shoulder and neck and lick up her antlered crown. Smirking back at the amorous female, Susan pulled her into a fierce kiss, spearing her tongue into the other woman’s mouth to coil and explore Alicia’s tongue and lips. “You are so perfect my Queen, the others try desperately to crawl out of your shadow.”

“I had given them the opportunity to form hives of their own, but you are right, even they recognise perfection when they see it, it is only natural that the weak are attracted to the strong.” Letting her four claws roam over Alicia’s curves, the other female swooned and moaned at her Queen’s attention, gasping out loud when she felt Susan’s stinger tail intrude into her pussy and stroke through her depths. Biting her lip, Alicia captured Susan fanged lips again, her knees buckling until she slowly kissed her way down Susan’s neck and ample chest, then down to her smooth abdomen and naval. Susan had become her goddess, and she was more than willing to worship her.

Yet there was an emptiness she couldn’t grasp, Susan felt that as perfect as she was, she could be more, something was holding her back, something keeping her from reaching her full potential. Looking to the other women braying and roaring out in orgasm and adding to the hive, she saw them just as much as sexual rivals as consorts to her rule. Then it dawned on her…

She was still reproducing like a human, and not a queen.