Eggs, Instinct and Advancement (of the Plot (Somewhat))

William chuckled again, thinking about how he had freaked out to that announcement, it was old hand for him at this point (and wasn't that strange to think about given that they had first transformed little over a couple weeks ago). He had figured that it was just Anna's way of getting back at him for all the pranks and jokes he had played on her when they were still just humans.

He groaned appreciatively as his musings were cut short by the delightful sensation of a pair of large tits bobbing on his member, his guttural sound of lust causing the guard on her knees to speed up in order to bring him greater pleasure as he looked upon his domain and reminisced on how he had gotten to where he was while waiting for his guest to arrive. Allowing the soothing pleasure to wash over him, he slipped once more into memory.

The birth hadn't actually been too bad, he thought, an hour after the event itself was over. A contented hum brought his attention back to his mate... Anna, to Anna, as she gazed in rapturous bliss at the baker's dozen of leathery, apple-sized eggs that were sitting in the shade of a makeshift lean-to crafted from various parts of their ravaged camp. He smiled warmly at her as he too looked upon the fruits of their union... their young. The eggs hadn't started apple-sized, nor would they end there either. When Anna first started contracting, a thick, viscous fluid had poured out of her pussy first, and, acting on pure instinct rather than any kind of conscious thought, William had quickly constructed a makeshift shade for it. After about a minute, a small orb, about the size of a marble, was ejected from her tunnel, and landed in the fluid with a splat. The process repeated another dozen times before Anna relaxed and lay down in the shade next to them, lightly dozing.

Over the course of the next hour, the orbs had steadily grown, slowly absorbing the fluid as they did, and though they had grown to many times their original size, William instinctively knew that they would grow much larger still, quickly surpassing the size of those in the movie, until they stood about half as tall as William did. These were no regular eggs, these were Royal Eggs; destined to infect those the two Royals deemed suitable to become their new daughters. Queens of the Hive, answering only to the two of them, commanding Drone and Guard alike, tending to affairs of both war and state, and above all else, always looking to expand.

He smiled, he knew these eggs would not open for sometime yet. How he knew, he was unsure, it was more a matter of instinct: creating a nest, slowly expanding it with subtle actions, before finally, in one swift act, taking over any and all resistance and establishing the start of the Hive. Most of that would be Anna's doing, he knew, he was a newly created warrior king, more fit for slaughtering groups of resistance singlehandedly than stealthily subverting individuals or small groups. Oh, he had his uses, he knew, his instincts were finally starting to meld with his higher consciousness, and he rather hoped that this would mean the blackouts would get fewer and father between until they stopped completely, and with this increased awareness came understanding of the more subtle changes that had been wrought on his body.

Suddenly, his head snapped up, his musings shattered by his senses warning him of an incoming intruder on their hatching ground. Sharing a grim look with Anna, they quickly got to work.

They didn't have more than a minute to spare by the time they had finished. In fact, he could see the plume of dust rising and the glint of metal moving across the sands as they stood together, human once more, but only on the outside. He could feel his new strength roiling just beneath the surface, and he struggled to keep his face clear of the rage he felt at those who dared to intrude upon their young in such a manner. He ached to unleash his new form and ravage these pathetic worms, but, as usual, Anna had been the voice of reason. It would be child's play to wipe them out, she had conceded, rubbing his cock both to keep him by her side and to sooth his primal rage, but that would raise an alarm they couldn't afford at the moment. While he would have no issues wiping out any local **** mustered against them, eventually that would bring the attention of those who could bring to bear firepower that could harm or even kill them. 'Besides,' she had grinned a wicked grin that made it very hard for him to concentrate on what she was saying and not throwing her to the ground and pounding a new clutch into her, 'people mean civilization, people coming from that direction mean civilization that likely hasn't had contact with whatever was happening back home. And civilization meant a place to create a nest and eventually; a Hive.'

After that convincing argument, and a quick blowjob to sooth the raging lust and erection that she had caused, William agreed and they got to work.

Once again, acting more on instinct than anything else, William began to dig a hole underneath the eggs until he had made one large enough to house all the eggs once they were fully grown comfortably. He then proceeded to use his tail to cut himself, and, using his highly acidic blood, he melted the walls of the hole to turn them solid. After that, working quickly together, they built a roof onto the cavern, before William tunneled his way out, leaving no indication of their clutch.

Finally, they spent most of the remaining time working on being able to change form at will, though they were far from defenseless in their human forms. Their strength, blood and second jaw carried over, along with many other various traits. They were able to pass as human, though, and would not arouse suspicion from a cursory inspection.

All that done, they found enough clothing from the destruction to be considered 'decent' though they couldn't care less anymore, and waited for their guests to arrive.