Pack It Up Chief

Of course when you're just a cog in the perverted machinery of a demonic sex cult, how much personal property do you really own? You gather up a few sets of robes, some sex toys, and a teddy bear and that's just about it. For a brief moment you consider if you've lived a completely empty existence up until this moment and... yeah. Pretty much.

The beast, who needs a name was laying comfortably on top of your pillow. A true queen.

With your entire live packed into a bag you're ready to go. When the door opens up.

"Hello, lover." Holly, your brunette fuck buddy, slinks into the room. A sad smile on her face. "You weren't going to say goodbye?"

"Not really." You grope her breasts some, in a familiar kind of welcoming. "What's there to say?"

"Goodbye, for starters." She huffs, fondling your balls right back. "You didn't think I'd want to come with you?"

That took you back. She had a promising future in the cult. She was a woman, of good birth, giant tits, she could go far.Your mission was tantamount to exile. "You'd leave all this behind, for me? I doubt it. What's your real angle?"

"Not everyone has to have an angle. Maybe I just...what?" She looked around the room. "Did you just hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"I swear someone just said something." She shook her head. "I guess I'm just getting emotional. Listen. I love you, and this is the most exciting thing to happen to our sect since that succubi fell into the cauldron of mutation. Let me go on this journey with you, and become your useless egg sacccc." Her body starting going limp as she said those last lines.

"What?" You prop her up. "Holly are you okay?"

"Holly's okay." She drools, with a disturbing smile drooping onto her face. "The voice is taking away Holly's thinks, and, and stuff. Holly is eggsac, master is... master."

"Holly you have to focus, you're under some kind of curse." You gaze into her eyes to look for a sign of possession, but find nothing. Her eyes are rolling wildly around her head unmored by any control at all. "We have to get you to a healer."

"No." She yawns, slipping out of my grasp like a boneless eel. She flops onto the bed, and rolls onto her back. "Holly need pregnant bzzzz." She starts to rip at her robes to undress herself. It's a clumsy effort, and as she makes it you notice the beast crawling towards her.

"I see." You say finally, as your pet takes control over your lover. Everything made sense now.

"Bzzzzzzzzzzzz." Holly drones, eyes looking off in two different directions, drool running down the side of her mouth.

The beast attaches itself to her waist, and you see the stinger enter into her vagina and begin to pump. Holly moans mindlessly as whatever pleasure The Queen commands her to feel takes over. You yourself feel the pleasure of your pet as it pump it's eggs inside of Holly. Your cock is hard, and throbbing, and it pulses in time with the flow of eggs into Holly. You resist touching yourself, utterly fascinated by how far you can get by this feeling alone.

Pretty damn far it turns out. Five minutes later Holly is still laying on the bed, buzzing and moaning away. Her belly is pregnant, stretched, and lumpy with the many sphere's now lodged within her womb. You feel the last orb take it's place within, and when you do, you cum. You'd taken your cock out of your pants by this point, because you're not a god damn animal. You moan, and shoot your stringy reward onto the mindless shell of your girlfriend.

"Bzzzzzzz." She hisses, as she cums, and squirts on the floor.

The Beast Pulls out of Holly, and crawls away, just as spent as you are.

You stuff your cock back into your pants, as you gaze down at your lover. "I guess you'll be getting your wish. You're coming with me, though I don't see how You'd think I could ever love someone as weak \ as you."