QUEEN'S BURROW: Part 3

The sound of lowing humming drew him to awaken from his "nap." He felt cold, the ground feels hard, he feels soft.

Soft and exposed. Lamont's body is bruised, cut, and soaked in his blood and puss. It spills from his mouth, stomach, back.

He wonders why he is still alive. His knockout at the bottom of the ramp should have been it. Maybe he was and this was his last thoughts, horrific if so. Emphasizing how alone in the world he is, is not something his mind needs to repeat to him.

Maybe he is alive, it would explain why he was naked, in some abandoned room. The crawler hauled his body, instead of finishing the job for what?

More ****, food for others like her?

Whatever the reason, he wasn't going anywhere for the moment.

He scrunched up his face, feeling hot and throat heavy he tries to keep his emotions bottled in.

He did not

He silently cries. No strength to full-on bawl, but he let loose tears from the stress of it all. To be left in such a state with nothing to look forward to was maddening.

In by-inch, minute-by-minute he curled his body up in a ball and tuned everything else out. He stays that way till something happens.

Lamont didn't know how much time passed, but he felt it was a while. The pool of liquids underneath stop, his wounds sting but not by much. It was dull. The air stunk with his blood. His afro was an impromptu pillow to rest his head. He pushed some hair strands out of the way to look at the wall. It figures that where he saw the crawler.

From the one of the six exposed holes in the ceiling, moonlight shining down crept a large shadow. She crawls down, body moving in a slow relaxed stride. She showed no hostile aggression to the man below wallowing in his own filth and fears.

She just continues her crawl down, chewing some plants in her mouth. Her chewing is the only loud thing in this desolate place.

'Are those plants? What was she thinking?' He grips his body tight. He couldn't attack her, but he defended himself as best he can.

She stopped seven feet above the ground. Her chewing doing as well before she pushed her tongue out. It dripped with her saliva and the fluids from the plants. Lamont presses into himself more, ready for pain.

The pain did not come. It was wet weirdness.

Her tongue shoots towards him wraps around his body. She started at his face, wrapping around his cheeks before going down his chest, and back.

"Is this poison?!" The wet substance is filling his wounds. Is this supposed to give him more pain. Didn't feel like it.

'Will she crush me afterwards. Just because she's chill now doesn't mean she won't go feral again. She certainly have enough muscle strength in her tounge for that.'

She begins to constrict him, pulling till it nice and taunt and begins to rub it all over his wounds.

To Lamont it felt rough, weird and embarrassing to him. Why is she doing this? What does she gain by it.

'Why does it feel so good.'

'Huh', he uttered softly.

Good?

It did. His breathing is becoming less constrict. His back aching less. Shoulders and cheeks regaining feeling.

He peers down, watching the plant juice seep into his wounds and heal him. The effects were quick, mere seconds passes and the wound at the side of his stomach closed. By the time she was done the only skin of damage on his body would be faint scar lines.

Yet she wasn't done

His cautious awe turned back to fear when her tongue begins moving. It slithered lower down his back, squeezing between his buttcheeks. Her tongue felt hard and he did not want hit in his ass. He struggled to move his hands but it was locked up against his body by the tongue.

It didn't stop there but his body shakes nonetheless as it coils upon his nutsack, and wrapped around his dick.

He groaned as she pulled tight at his balls. She then pushs it inside his foreskin. He shouted to stop at her, not liking it cover his head.

She didn't, she pours more of her tongue until the foreskin folded revealing his cockhead glistens in spit and precum.

Now what he feared to happen is happening.

His dick is rising from her strokes. Before all this it was soft, hell he wanted to fold in his body to spare himself castration.

That is not what is happening now.

Even as he shouts, voice raises to high-pitch scream, and weaves his was around the pink rope around him, he can do nothing as it grows past half mast.

Her tongue flicks his peen back and forth. Squeezes tighter, licks quickly under drenched head.

Lamont is trying to hold in. Not erupt or give signs of pleasure.

It impossible. He can't stop the stimulus on his penis. Even with his wound healed he was far to mentally drained to put up much effort. Far to weak to physically move the tongue of him. His pants quickly shifts to moans and groans of pleasure. His body is a flush in hot perspiration of sexual activity.

All he could do is wait for the inevitable, which is quickly approaching as she squeeze even harder, tiny flairs of pain is erupting across his shaft. His entire dick is covered as the tip of her tongue rest against his head.

"Guuuuhhh!" He arches his back as he let loose his sperm, gripping the floor to help alleviate this feeling. Screaming into the night in fear and pleasure.

He came. Squirts of his seed coated around her tongue, dripping on his nuts and legs. His first time ejaculating in the city, by a monster's tongue job.

Christ.

She retracts herself from him. Tongue untangling from his body as she crawled down and did what he hope she wouldn't do.

Push her tongue into her pussy.

He has a clear view of her slightly moist pussy being filled with his semen. She grunted, flicking her golf-ball sized nipples in the process as she pushed deep in herself. Toe talons breaking the concrete to steady herself.

She finishes and pulls out light traces of their fluid on her tongue. She unhooks herself from the ground to hover over him, placing them face to face, dick pointing up to her dripping snatch. He grits his teeth at her appearance. All the more horrific to him.

She has no eyes. It must have been replaced to make room for her oversized head. Her lips look thick, like it been stung by a swarm of bees. Her nose is constantly stiffing his face. Bending down to sniff his hair, mouth, neck and chest. Even lapping against his throat which sent chills down his spine.

She bends back to line her pussy with his dick, tongue steading his penis so she want miss. Like she would.

"No. Stop it." Lamont lifts his head up, moving his arms before-

She drops down and they are connected.

His head drops back down and groans at the tightness of her snatch. So fucking tight. He bit back screams as her tongue goes back to **** his nuts. Light pokes is applied to each nut as she digs into his nutshack. She bends down more to envelope his entire dick in her. All 10 inches inside her. He feels her breasts on his chest and never has he ever wanted breast off him then now.

He pushes his arm to gain distance but she doesn't budge, yet getting closer to him as she grinds up and down his shaft. Dragging midway before plopping down. His breath left him as she brought her hands to hold his. Her claws easily bigger as she dragged them across her breast. Poking at twisting her hardened nipples.

She rose as high as the tip of his penis, the action driving him mad before she dropped onto his pelvis hard.

They both screeched into the cool air. Lamont climaxed as he shout a flurry of ropes into her snatch. It squirted hard as his semen was being drained. He just wanted to stop. His eyes are shut and hand mercifully let go so he can hold his face.

He felt like he is having a panic attack. His dick is spent, no doubt about it. He couldn't get it up IF he wanted to, which he clearly doesn't

She pulls off him, feeling himself no longer hard, It plops pitifully on his nuts. She roams to his face and screech.

He mustered up some defiance to glare back at her. He was done, nothing she did can change that, so she either have to wait or kill him.

Once again thoughts of **** popped up being more preferable than being used like a sex toy. Maybe he can **** on his own tongue.

Once again faith was not kind to him.

The scent of plant and water fills his nostrils as a bundle of herbs lands beside his head. If fell straight down so he looked up.

"No." The words left his lips in a ghastly whisper as his eyes widen in disbelief.

From above, peaking through the other holes was exposed brains, and longs lounges. More of her kind, two females, they descends down towards him. He pushes his feet against the floor, hands pushing off to crawl away but the crawler on him clasp her hands to his head softly. Parting his drenched afro to reveal his face. Already chewing the plant.

The juice drips from her lips, and she forms a smile closing in to his mouth. He closed it, balls his lips inside his mouth, tries to peel her hands from his face but she's too strong. He rears his face back and headbutts her. Again, and again. By the seventh try he falls back to the ground tired.

The other two reach to his side, flaking him left and right. Smiles on their faces well, and licking their lips. The crawler on top pushed her tounge to his mouth, but finding it hard.

He keeps it shut and although some if it pushes pass, it goes no further than his teeth. She tries a few time before getting frustrated and speaks to the other two. They way they communicates shows the one on top of him their leader. Like a queen giving her servants orders.

They obey and bend down to Lamont. Their claws pry at his mouth, forcing it open. Then they switch to grasp and hold his upper and lower jaw open. His mouth is wide and they all wait.

The crawler queen or queen as he mentally catalogues her, grasp his neck lightly to locks lips with him. The healing fluids sloshes down his throat, flowing into his lungs. He screams in anger and fear at this invasion of his body. once again, he thrash against her chest with no effect. Lamont draws his feet in to kick her pussy.

The other crawlers whip their tounge to his legs, restraining him. Lastly since their tounge are so long each wrap around his nuts and coils across his shaft to coax it to stand. This immediately cause his penis to rise in fear. Lamont is firmly immobilize as each one place hand on his chest. He **** tot take this ****.

The crawlers chuckles and coos. The two rub his scalp, blow in his ear, pinch, twist, and pierce his nipples. They drape their claws across his body. He is quickly losing the strength to scream, turning to coughs and gasp as the Queen tounge shoots past his throat. It was a awful feeling in his stomach and at this point his struggles stilled.

His dick is fully erect now and the two crawlers stop their strokes on his cock. It stood unsteady ready to fall back down, for his own sake to take a break. The queen will have none of that. She lines her pussy back with his dick and slides back down. She leans forwards and lock their lips again, gripping the back of his head with her left hand to deepen the kiss. Her right arm brings the closer together. Chest smashed together as her claw foot entwines with his.

The Queen gestured with her other hand for the two to come forward. She stood Lamont up on his knees, giving enough space under so the one on the right is below them. Lamont ass rested on her brain, nose grazing his anus. She then signaled the other one to cuddle his back. The one on the left filled that spot.. Her breast pressed against his back and hands teased his nipples. She sinked her mouth on his neck, careful to not bite it off, she bit down, her intention to leave hickey marks.

The one under spread Lamont cheeks, sniffing his crack for a while before piercing her tounge in his anus.