[Annabeth(?) Act 2] In search for a new nest

"Ahh..."

Annabeth—or the Tentacle Queen woke up with a warm smile on her lips.

Almost instantly, a few tentacles wriggled down from the ceiling and prodded around her face.

"Now, now. Don't be too impatient."

The queen gently scolded her children.

The tentacles reeled back slightly and hung its head down, as if it was ashamed of its behavior.

The queen chuckled and guided one of the tentacles into her mouth.

"Mmm..."

Another slimly palp came near, so the queen took it in her hand.

"Hnng..."

The third tentacle wormed into her pussy and pulled out the orange shell left behind in her stomach when a tentacle was born during her sleep.

The queen smiled again, feeling several eggs pulsing in her bloated stomach.

She counted at least another six eggs in her care ready for birth, and that was only the eggs inside her body.

"Ah!"

The tentacles spurted white goo down her neck and on her face.

The queen gladly gulped down a stream of cum, swiped off some from her face and swallowed them as well.

"Mmm...thank you for your seeds."

She gave the tentacles a pat on their glans.

The three palpuses jerked with joy and slithered away for their morning tasks.

Speaking of, the queen decided to go check on how the breeding was going on.

She had been focusing on her work for a few days and didn't give as much attention.

The tentacle queen walked around with a proud smile.

Everywhere she looked, the vacant room of their new nest was filled with her subjects and children busy with work.

"N-noo! No more! Please stop!"

"I-I don't want to lay more eggs!"

"Please...just let us go...please..."

"M-more...?! I-I'm already full!"

"Not in there! Not my asshhh-!"

"P-please...I haven't slept...for days..."

"D-don't climb up my th-rrrccckk!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck!!!"

"Hllrggk! Flrrksssh!"

The cries of these...humans were a bit annoying to the ears, but they were the best host for the new generation of her kingdom.

But as successful as the repopulation was going, there was a question bugging at the back of the queen's head.

'...there is a difference...'

Since her monumental first birth, the queen had sent out her children to go capture more human hosts.

However, their children was significantly different from hers.

The second generations was weaker, had less stamina, and most crucially, was significantly less smart compared to her children.

Intrigued by the phenomenon, the queen experimented a few times.

And sure enough, her children were far superior compared to the children from regular humans.

Any other queen would have been content with leaving it at that, or regard it as her own superiority.

However, this queen wanted what was better for the entire race.

They were nearly driven to extinction by those dastardly Sea gods once before; she wasn't going to let it happen again.

And after a few days of research, she had a good hypothesis on what made the difference.

"This body...it belonged to a being called demigod."

The queen had read through the memories of the previous owner—or what was left of it, anyway—and realized that it used to be a half breed of god and human.

That explained why her children were much more advanced than those from regular breeding bags.

They had godly blood running in their body.

And from the fragments of memories of her host(named Annabeth Chase, or whatever), the queen knew exactly where to go if she wanred to find some demigods.

With that in mind, the queen decided it was time to branch out from her nest.

She called her firstborn, a.k.a the oldest and wisest of her tentacles.

"I'm going to find a new nest to habitat. I'll leave this kingdom to you."

The tentacle wriggled with joy and pressed its head into the queens mouth, spewing its seed on to her lips.

With a soft chuckle, Annabeth returned the kiss and sapped up the gooey fluid.

"Yes, very good. Remember to keep the Mist around and the humans won't figure out anything."

And with that, the queen threw on some clothes salvaged from her victims and huddled out of her first nest.

Unfortunately for her, there was one detail that she had looked over...

"Ugh...this sucks..."

A young policeman by the name of James Fritz grumbled as he trudged across the wet sand.

The Montauk shore have had several unaccounted missing reports for the last few weeks.

It was his job to investigate what had happened and put an end to the disappearances, but it was easier said than done.

No matter how much him and his crew dug up the shore and searched the seas, there were no signs of any of the dozens of missing people.

By now, both the police department and the government were getting mad at his "incompetence"—as if there being literally no clue was his fault.

"Those damned scarecrows!"

James cursed and kicked the shore, spraying wet sand over the sloshing beach.

It's been days since he had decided to camp out in here, inhabiting a small cabin that was owned by one of the missing people—Sally Jackson.

There was a rumor that she was working at some strip club, so he had sent his crews to investigate on that while he got down to buisness with this cursed sea.

However, after a week and a half of nothing, James was ready to sell his soul to the devil if some clue were to appear in front of him.

Today, he was on a morning partol, searching for clues even though he knew there wasn't going to be any when something happened.

"H-hello, sir. I need help."

James was so surprised, he couldn't even respond right away.

He haven't met a single person since he had decided to camp out in the beach, much less a drop-dead gorgeous, full term pregnant lady.

Her stomach was so swollen, her jean shorts weren't even clipped shut, meaning that it was only held in place by her fat ass and thick thighs.

With nearly two weeks of solitude, James couldn't control himself enough to not drool over such an attractive lady.

"Uh, hello? I said I needed some help."

The queen waved her hand at the human she had found.

James snapped out of his lustful stupor and focused on the lady's eyes. The two grey eyes...

"I am lost in here, and I need a ride to get to a specific place. I wish you can use your vehicle to take me there."

"Hold on, are you Annabeth Chase?"

The queen paused. She frowned at the man, who had rudly ignored her question.

"I am not."

She said. Her host was not Annabeth Chase, not herself.

James rubbed his chin, eying up and down the pregnant lady.

There was no doubt she had a striking resemblance to the other missing woman from the first disappearance, Annabeth Chase.

But the woman in question almost sounded offended when she was asked if she was her, which was suspicious.

'Because if she was a simple stranger, she would be confused rather than irritated.'

"What is your name, Mrs?"

The queen made a frustrated noise through her nose and stomped on the sand.

"Why is is necessary? I just told you I needed help!"

James smirked. He was certain that this lady had something to do with the case.

"Because I'm a cop, lady. I don't run a taxi service.

I have a case to solve, and you're one hell of a suspicious person to show up out of nowhere."

Apart from his case, there was another suspicion growing in his mind.

And if that was true as well, he might as well catch two birds with one stone.

The police officer jabbed a finger on the woman's shoulder and pushed her back a few inches.

"You'll follow my command until I'm done investigating you, then we'll talk about giving you a ride or not."

The queen hesitated.

Thomgs wete already not going according to her plan, but then again, if following this man's order was the only way to get his help...

"Very well."

"Good. Follow me. I'll interrogate you back in my office."

As soon as they both entered the hut, James grabbed a pair of handcuffs and snatched the woman's arms behind her back.

"H-hey! What are you—ah!"

The queen yelped when James pushed her into the wall.

Her swollen stomach pressed against the wooden planks as James gave a meaty spank over her butt.

"I told you to follow my command, you AGS bitch."

James yanked down the jean shorts and gave her bare ass another slap.

"Ah!"

"You don't question me. You don't doubt me.

You'll follow everything I do until I'm done with you, understand?"

The police officer grabbed a handful of the woman's blonde hair and roughly shook it back and forth.

The queen gritted her teeth in anger, but nodded.

It would be easier than blinking an eye to dissolve this man into a puddle, but for some reason, she found herself succumbing to every single order he gave her.

James cackled with excitment as he pulled down his pants.

His unwashed cock was already fully erect, so he wasted no time to plunge it straight into the twitching pussy.

"Ahng!"

The queen glared over her shoulders as James hammered into her ass.

Thankfully, a human's cock was much shorter than a tentacle, so the eggs in her womb had next to no chance of getting damaged.

However, her humanoid physiques meant that, whether she liked it or not, her body reacted to the lewd receptions it was getting.

"Ah, haa, f-fuuck..."

The queen panted.

The rhythmical slap-slap coming from behind sent an unique jolt down her spine, something she rarely experienced while expanding her empire.

She glanced over her shoulder again.

James was groaning and growling from the back of his throat as well, yet he was determined to continue plowing her vagina.

"D-do you want to breed with me that bad?"

"Breed with you? Ha!"

James laughed and slapped the queen on her bloated stomach.

The queen gasped in shock. She could feel her precious eggs getting knocked around in her womb.

She tried to look back at the human with rage, but the man pinned her head against the wall.

"Why would I ever want to convince a child with a whore like you?! Do you even know who this belongs too?"

He gave the bloated stomach a punch.

The queen howled, feeling more pain than any births shr had given beforehand as the eggs rattled inside her.

"I-I don't—"

"Exactly! Because you were a whore, used by any men who were kind enough to give you attention.

That's what you are, a filthy attention-seeking whore! All anyone wants from you is to be a good fuckbag for some entertainment!"

With a roar, James yanked up one of the queen's legs.

The queen cried as the changed position put more weight on her already aching stomach, but her pained voice was simply ignored.

"Y-you, fiend...! T-this is how you treat-ermph!"

The queen bit on her lips.

The new position enabled James's cock to drive in deeper inside her, barely short from poking at one of the eggs.

Her pussy gushed out turbid liquids in order to protect the eggs from further physical impacts.

Unfortunately, the gush of liquid expelling from the queen's pussy only gave her assaulter a wrong impression.

"You like this, huh? You love getting **** by a cop, you cunt!?"

"I-doon't love, ah! Getting, eeie! Mating with, you!"

The queen tried to snap back, but every few seconds, a spark of pleasure made her yelp in spite of herself.

Although her mind was that of a tentacle queen, her body was still very much human—a body that had already felt **** amounts of pleasure, at that.

"Haah! Ahhh! Why is-hanhha!-this feel so gooood?"

"I told you several time over. It's because you're a good-for-nothing, dumb bitchass WHORE!"

James snarled the last word with the hardest thrust yet.

His cock rammed deeper inside, finally prodding through the queen's womb and sprayed his seed all over the squishy eggs.

"Ughhhhooo...that's good..."

James lazily pumped his cock in and out a few more times until his cock was done spurting seed into the clueless AGS victim(or so he thought).

He stepped back and let the pregnant woman drop to the floor.

"Oooh...guooh..."

The queen moaned softly, dribbling cum from her stretched out pussy.

The lascivious scene re-hardened James's cock in mere seconds.

The corrupted cop grabbed a handful of blonde hair and yanked the queen's face close to his cock, covered with smegma and cum.

"Suck it clean before I fuck you again."

"Ahh...haa..."

The queen, unable to think properly while doused in pleasure, leaned forward and took the disgusting cock in her mouth.

She took the slimly meat rod in her mouth with ease, having had plenty of practices with a variety of tentacles.

"Ooooh..."

James moaned softly as the tentacle queen expertly moved up and down the shaft, slathering the surface with her tongue.

'T, this is so disgusting...yet I can't stop...why...?'

"Mmm! Hmm!"

The queen sped up, taking the cock deep into her throat and squeezing it tightly with the esophagus.

"Holy fuck!"

James cried.

He could barely keep himself from climaxing again as he gripped the blonde hair with both his hands.

The moment came a minute or so later, when the queen started softly grinding her teeth down the shaft.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!"

James shouted right before ejaculating right down the queen's throat.

"Hmnnfph!"

The queen screamed out of surprise as thick ropes of cum filled her mouth. Nontheless, she did her best to swallow them all.

At the same time, the queen felt the eggs in her stomach morphing.

The multiple, slimy eggs seemed to have...somehow merged into one giant one. Perhaps because the sperm melted the shell outside.

Whatever the case was, the giant egg was seconds away from birth.

"Oooh, oh no..."

The queen clutched her stomach and hurridly climbed on to the only bed in the room.

It reeked with similar scent of cum and man odor, but that was the least of her worries at the moment.

James also realized what was going to happen.

"Wait, hold on. Right now? Are you serious?!"

Needless to say, he was very disturbed.

He quickly hitched up his pants and ran out of the cabin, which was honestly more helpful than staying next to the queen.

The queen clentched the bedsheet with both hands and clenched her teeth.

Normally, the tentacle eggs weren't too painful to push out, thanks to it being rather flexible, but this merged egg was too big.

"Fuuck...come on, come on...!"

The queen struggled, grunting in pain for what felt like hours upon hours, until...

Plop!

"Haanng...gahh..."

The queen brushed her stomach with a relieved sigh. In her fit of pain, she had broken the cuff into half.

The queen thrust aside the scrapped cuffs and picked up the huge egg onto her lap.

She could already tell that the egg was ready to hatch. Compared to any of her other babies, this one was certainly a fast-grower.

"Come on, honey. Your mommy is waiting for you..."

The queen cooed softly, rubbing the surface of the egg until something broke through the squishy shell.

The shell popped like a balloon as a thick tentacle climbed up the queen's arm and coiled around her neck.

Mom.

The queen placed a loving kiss at the tip.

"Yes, dear. Here's mommy."

The tentacle swayed to the half-open exit.

Human. Hurt mom. I eat?

"Hmm...no. We still need the human to drive us somewhere else."

I can learn from human, after I eat it.

"Oh."

The queen was surprised. None of her other children had such fast-learning abilities.

After a brief consideration, the queen nodded with a bright smile.

"Very well, then. Have a good meal."

The tentacle rubbed its head against her cheek before slithering out like a snake.

The queen slumped back onto the bed, exhausted after the unusually challenging birth.

As she lay silently in the cabin, a horrified scream from nearby.

"Haaa...oooh..."

The queen softly moaned, masturbating to the last sounds of her most recent victim.