QUEEN'S BURROW: PART 4

Lamont came, as expected, He was overwhelmed by their lust, every hole he has is used and abused to it limits and more. His throat is sore from the constant tounge fucking. When the Queen had her fill her two lackeys swarm to plug his throat. Biting and scratching to come first and make their own mark on their boytoy.

His anus been stretch to where a horse dildo can slide in with ease. His flesh mend to their accommodate their size. Which with being stretch by 1, 2, and even 3 when they feel rambunctious causes him to cum his heart out. Filling the queen more or coating their brains and body. Each time his dick wilts another herb is given for their queen to chew and give to him. Her kisses are rough and demanding. Holding him down and leaning in till she floods his gullet, given him enough juice so when she rub her bare ass against his penis it rises up, Already knowing the process to serve its Queen, as much as he loathes it. His skin is marred with hickey, and claw marks when they get to rough.

They were breaking him and by Christ he was going along with it. Not completely, even at his **** moments a part of him defied their wants and needs. When grapping his head he leans away from their searing kiss. From stretching his anus he refuse to grind down, even though the thrusting cause him to cum into their queen's pussy.

Sometimes when they want him to be more active, having been tired of doing all the work they slap his ass, hissing and pointing with their hands to grab their ass, spank it as well. Pound into their pussies. Having a submissive but willing participate make mating that much exciting. He glares at them instead, spiting in their disgusting brains. Punching throats and biting tongues.

He his chest bleed for hours and his legs got pierced. They strung up off the ground to hang. They took turns lapping at his penis, conscious, but unable to do anything. He was let down later, healed but they lap at his blood, and piled on top of him, making breathing hard, suffocating him in their bodies. Hissing for him to rest as he was cold and they are his blankets. He felt sick all over again, but did rest into a dreamless sleep.

They give plenty of examples to show they own him now. Nothing he did could change that. Well besides killing himself, but they all know he didn't have the conviction to do that.

Of course his defiance was sometimes. From that night of their orgy days has past, at least 3 days past and with this constant activity of forceful sex or **** the human mind choose the path of least resistance at times of **** stress.

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Later on in the evening of the fourth day they were at it again. The queen on top, playing tongue twister with Lamont, easily winning. A fresh batch of herb water being poured into him which he willing drank now. Being the only source of drinkable liquid brought to him, besides her pussy juice he took it in stride, Even grasping the back of their head to make sure he got every last drop, which the queen purred in approval.

He thinks at times that maybe it the herb itself that makes submission more easy. They spiked it, mixing it some suggestive **** to keep they boytoy dependent on them. Animalistic as they are their intelligence is high. They bring nothing else but the plant and it serves all his body functions. It not by accident.

"No. It's not just the herbs." He thinks to distract him from the heat in his loins rising, to be swallowed in her muscular cheeks. She slaps her ass and his hands come to grip those gluts. She sucks deeply on his lips, the juices flying everywhere as she rubs his scalp, threading her hands through his afro.

"Me, and this monster." His dick reach it full height and he moves to line it up with her slit, adjusting her ass, missing two times before sliding in, the motions ingrained in his muscle memory. He slaps her ass and grind against her body. The actions releasing moans that aren't to shameful to him when he was here four days ago. She sinks her teeth in the left side of his neck, four hickey marks already there she aims to give him numbers 5-8. She loves this side of his neck, like it was her chew toy. What wasn't to her?

"I hate myself for doing it with these succubus." He grips her back as he beings to thrust, she grinds her hips to get into a rhythm.

"Huh, huh, huh. Ugh!" He felt a another climax coming. He knew the truth well, even has a part of him vehemently denied to though, his feeling and desires were clear to see.

Being alive is the only thing he had left. He wouldn't kill himself, neither would they or allow him to escape. He was the only one they brought to this place. He is constantly feed and used and the days the others are out finding supplies and the Queen resting, her body curling around the broken man it was immediately back to him. He's special to them, losing him would be a blow to their sex orgies.

'It all I has, mix with excitement and pleasures he never felt before.'

"I-I'm going to cum." He looks down to her head which shakes in affirmative, biting down hard and grinding into his pelvis. He hold her tight as he came, howling, letting lust drown his fears. His body relaxes as he rest his head in the crook of her shoulder. The queen hums softly, and caress his head, gently switching positions so he lays on top of her.

His dick is still inside her but they decided to rest for now. A rare moment for Lamont these past few days.

He knew the longer he stayed here, the more his mind who twist to accept being owned and used by them.

He knew but realized their was nothing he could do.

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A week later, he got a calendar to mark down the days. in the night they were at it again. Its raining adding more sensations upon there bodies. The Queen sent the other two on guard around the building the prison complex. He knew this from what view maps were left in this area. He took position behind her, roughly squeezing her breast. He dug his fingers into her nipples, twisting, rubbing and biting them with passion. He thrusts upward to her pussy, his dick taking in her tightness and plunging further, making sure it remembers his shape so it be easier the next time. He bites into her neck and slap her shapely rear, enjoying how they jiggle and her response. She grinds into the spanks he gives her.

He pushes her down so to grasp her cheeks fuck her better. Her tongue flicks out and wraps around his chest, three claw marks run down it, not fully healed scars from their last session. She got too frisky with him. That wasn't a concern now as he humped her back, gripping her shoulder he went all in slamming into her backside with abandon for 4 minutes until he erupted.

"Uhh, ahh, ah fuck.!" He knew this is just the first round so he gathered up some herbs at his side and turn the Queen around. She was chewing some to, so they both close the distance to kiss, giving each other the means to heal.

Even she got tired, her limit was just stretched a lot longer than his.

This batch of herbs is different. Red is mixed with green. He didn't question it, trusting in her to heal him, make him a better partner to her.

She planned that and much more.

They sleep again, well him, she rested then woke up, Lamont head resting on her chest as she grip his thighs and watch his dick.

It lengthens before her, growing past his decent 10 inch size to that rivaling a horse. About 40 inches, more than enough to stuff her guts and bloat her belly. Thick like like a pencil box, veiny and leaking thick precum as her grasp the heavy thing and began jerking it.

Now it be comical to see this on a athletic yet skinny man unless this was surgery gone wrong. That's why it effects the rest of his body. While his penis grew his bogy gained muscles, filling out to be a large 7 feet, and wide like a bear, just a foot under her. Biceps big enough and legs big enough to contest with fat strong man. Speaking of fat, she brushed over his pot belly, days of drinking herbs has caused his gut to swell, now it filled out evenly on him.

Now as she finishes jerking off, hearing him moan and release a jet a baby batter to paint her claw and the floor they can mate in the manner she wants,.

Rough and willing. She broke Lamont to be the man she wants and this is the fruits of he labor.

He groaned from feeling someone jerk him and woke up. Seeing a completely different scene. His body was bigger, and right beside him was the queen a smirk on her face.

"You did this?" He questioned at the science miracle that was his body. She nodded, kissing him quick before, parting her dripping pussy wanting this tree trunk of meat to fill her wholly and fuck her brains out. He leans in to kiss.

He pushed her against the wall, she not minding as she loves him getting rough and passionate with him. Mating has become so much fun now he was willing to let loose. She let her left arm hand down his back, and inserted two fingers in his ass. He broke the kiss and hissed, still unused to anal play. She ruffled his air, blowing coos to assure him to relax as she rubbed his prolapse in a steady motion. Then she stop, bring her claws to her mouth to suck on his ass sweat before spreading his cheeks and plugging in his shitter.

He couldn't take it anymore. He gripped her thighs, pushing her legs above her head and assume a mating press, ready to fuck her into he ground. He line his dick and began ramming into her snatch like a madman for minutes not stopping, kissing, biting, snarling on her with earnest need.

He did care he was losing himself more to lust, or giving up on his ambitions to escape. All that matter was the now, and serving his queen.

At the last minute before he burst he slammed himself right into her womb, dick outline seen against her flesh, shooting the most sperm he ever had, enough so that it leaked own and down her thighs in rivets of splooge.

A month has past and Lamont life has changed. He is a breeder for the crawlers nest now. That was shown clearly as he walked into a big room to see dozens of crawlers resting against walls, clutching their belly, bliss and joy paint their lips as cum ran down. Others cheered and clapped as their sugar daddy past. dozen more eggs surround them. He entered to the Queen room, she currently laying a egg. One of hundreds. They looked like rip-off xeno eggs. Black, tightly bunched up with reddish black ooze staining the ground.

She licks her lips upon seeing her lover dick already hard and bouncing to enter her,

They embraced like animals. Dick already stretching her , he went to suck her breast, filled milk spills freely from being pregnant. She's grown bigger they both have. Her body is bigger since carrying so many eggs, boobs larger than his face, love handles on her stomach to grip, claws longer to wrap around his body.

"How long has it been." he questioned idly licking her tounge to give her a gentle kiss.

He plunge into her again, pussy gaping at the big dick forceful entry.. Semen shooting rivers of sperm that bloated belly to where he had stretch his hand to wrap around her back. She plunges her tounge into his ass, he does slow down and grinds on it.

All the while in the background eggs shake and hatch as their offspring burst forth into the world. Dozens of thousands to be birth.

The hive and Lamont is happy.

A/N other chapters from now on will mostly be of different kinks/fetishes and sex positions.

Thank you for reading this far into my story, any like and reviews I need those to see what you like or don't like are much appreciated.