In service to our queen (Candy X Dr. StrangeLove)

It had never occurred to Sasha that she could be more than some menial cubical worker who answered phone calls all day, supplying her knowledge of the basic products her employers offered to the drones of humanity: technical service was all she was good at and all that she thought she would ever amount to, that was until one particular morning while sitting in a local coffee shop, her honey brown eyes fixated on the luminescent screen of her Apple Iphone, did she have a strange, unyielding desire to look up job offer's posted to the world wide web.

Her fingers flew across the keys, typing in 'Jobs in my area', the Google search engine bringing up a plethora of websites, all searching for that special someone or group of someones. Nothing jumped out at her immediately as she tucked a lock of her long brunette hair behind her multi-pierced ear, that was until she gazed down at a website, a familiar one at that and pressed her thumb against the blue hyperlink.

While it wasn't the most glamours of sites, it was certainly a place to find the odds and ends of career choices; usually they were scams but there were always diamonds in the rough. Ah Craig's list.

It was while she searched through full time jobs did she come across an ad that asked, "The Hive Mind". Looking over the title a few more times, blinking away any sleep that might have lingered within those honey orbs, she pondered why such a strange title.

That title in of itself was too good to pass up, what idiot or what evil genius had posted such a tantalizing title? Whoever was responsible, they were brilliant! Sasha looked at the time stamp and a wide grind turned up the corners of her mouth as she clicked on the title and her screen went from the hundreds of ads into the details of his particular ad, quickly reading over the brief summary.

What she read shocked her, horrified her but by the same token, excited. Sasha was your typical twenty something year old who yearned to be recognized from some great accomplishment like most people but was never one of the lucky ones to be recognized for anything interesting. Instead she worked a thankless job and returned to her quiet apartment each night to browse the internet on her labtop or mindless watch Netflix until she fell asleep on the couch, only to repeat the process countless times. However, what she didn't tell people was that she was a closet freak. Nothing so abnormal that she would be thrown into some dark, dank dungeon, but she yearned for a handful of things.

She desired to bring life into the world by abdominal means; what did this mean? It meant that in a world that had accepted higher sentient beings, everything from a the smallest creatures to those that were still being discovered, she desired to offer her body up to them (whomever), to use her body to incubate and birth their young. Conventional pregnancy was great but it lasted months and it often didn't show immediate gratification. Sasha was not a patient person, even for her line of work, and because of this she yearned to feel the life that was placed within her womb squirm and wriggle within the tightening confines as it grew.

This ad, this "Hive Mind' add was offering that. It offered her a chance to be something more, offered her a glimpse into a world that was beyond her and to be forever in an endless loop.

Collecting her things and racing down the street to her car, she dialed the number and scheduled a meeting with the originator of the post.


Anxiously she sat in a white lobby, her heart hammering as she waited for some sort of test results that her potential employer had required of her before she could be introduced to this "hive mind'.

"Sasha?" A female voice called for her, instantly standing up to collect her test results, hopeful that fate was on her side. Quickly sauntering up to the young woman, her skin a deep hue of greens and blues, her inviting smile making the young brunette hopeful that her tests had all come back good.

"Everything checked out, you're a healthy, twenty-three year old female with no problems with fertility." If not for such a formal meeting or the desire to impress the stern looking young man beside her, she would have jumped up and down and clapped her hands "T-Thank you!" She squeaked, allowing herself to betray her true happiness in her voice alone.

When the nurse disappeared and the man came to occupy the space beside her, Sasha regarded him with wide eyes, "You're positive this is what you want?" He questioned, his tone completely uninterested. Instead of declaring herself a blatant freak in front of god and everyone, she weakly nodded, though jumped for joy inwardly.

The man huffed, perhaps worried that she would back out as the two left and went to an entirely different location.

It was upon arriving did Sasha understand the title that had sparked this entire escapade in the first place. When the vehicle they had arrived in came to a slow halt, Sasha looked up in pure amazement.

They had come to a part of the city that was untouched by the cold fingers of technology and instead thrived on unspoiled earthly beauty. All around them everything was in bloom, everything was alive and green! Above her within the trees that had to have easily been hundreds of thousands of years old, bird sang happily or men with large bags flew over head.

Wait...men?

It was apparent that these men were workers, part of a hive that Sasha and her unnamed escort were walking towards.

"S-So the hive mind is-?" She questioned, letting her unfinished sentence hang between the two.

"Yes, it is exactly as the name suggests, a hive." How very peculiar but so very exciting.

In a small white room, a woman looked carefully over a complicated instrument readout. "This is great! We've never seen physical compatibility readings this good!" She turned to the man next to her.

"Hmm, perhaps," He said noncommittally. "But what about her mental compatibility? Do you really think she's up for it?"

"She cared to come this far, didn't she? And when we spoke earlier, she definitely seemed excited. I think she's up to it." She woman replied energetically.

"Hmm. Well, we'll see..." The man replied.

The two of them filed out, speaking with the young woman in question, before going their separate ways. The scientist returned to her sensors and readouts, pouring over her data, while the man departed to drive the young woman in question to her destination.

As they drove, the buildings became sparser and sparser, and gave way to carefully maintained parklands and gardens. Finally, they pulled into a small parking lot near a trailhead, and the man led her down a trail, through woods tended by sterile workers towards a large structure made out of elegantly arranged wood and stone, the whole looking less like a building and more like some kind of living thing. Before it stood a single small worker wasp, this one female. She had dark black hair and pale skin, with golden yellow eyes. A pair of thin insect wings folded behind her, looking like they couldn't possible support her weight, and bright yellow and black striped chitin decorated her skin at regular intervals. She stood shyly, dressed in a simple skirt and blouse, both of them carefully tailored to work around her unusual anatomy. "Hello," she greeted, bowing politely. "Are you Sasha? My name is Vira. I'm here to escort you further."

The walk had been fairly short and Sasha had been so entirely focused with drinking in this green utopia that when she and the silent male had come to an immediate halt did she stumble forward and yelp in surprise. What was his big idea stopping so suddenly?!
Just as she had been about to ask that very same question did she snap her mouth shut and look toward the young woman with a quirked eyebrow.
Sasha was regarding the woman with a look of genuine curiosity: so what she had seen earlier was the truth, she had seen men, men with luminous wings flying over head with large satchel slung over their shoulders.

While there was clear fascination, there was a glimmer of unsettling fear that twinkled beneath her honey orb. Not because she feared her future employer but rather the dangerous effects that a single sting could do to her: Sasha was deathly allergic.

When she had heard her name, the dark haired woman smiled politely and nodded, "I'm she," looking towards the silent, brooding man, she reached a hand up to touch his shoulder, "Thank you so much," she chirped before stepping closer to Vira, her arms quickly coming to fold behind her back with a brilliant smile, "Lead the way."

Vira smiled shyly and turned to lead Sasha deeper into the hive, it's high arches and elegant chambers passing quickly as Vira led them deeper into the structure. The walls were all painted with elaborate scenes - some of natural beauty, others of humans or wasp-people at work, while still others depict cities and towns, scientific theories, mathematical principles, or even more esoteric subjects. The colors in the paintings are all a bit odd - they all seem to use colors that exaggerate the contrast, so things really stand out. Vira brings you out of your contemplation with a simple question: "You're here to be a consort, right? You're lucky. None of us have the parts..." She sounds wistful.

Soon enough, you reach a large chamber at the center of the building. There, the queen rises from her seat to greet Sasha. She's lithe and elegant... and well over eight feet tall. Her skin is a healthy tanned color, and here eyes are a brilliant orange gold, in contrast with her dark black hair. She wears no clothing, her soft skin and polished chitin on clear display. Her breasts aren't terribly large in proportion to the rest of her, a high B cup, but even so they're each larger than Sasha's head. Her stomach is swollen with writhing shapes, their outlines visible against her skin. Between her legs, Sasha can see a pair of vaguely damp pussy lips, and above them a foot long prehensile ovipositor slowly writhes, the length gently tapered down, though still a good inch and a half wide at the end. She greets Sasha with a smile and a bow, then reaches out to take Sasha's hand and bring it up to her lips. "You must be Sasha! You look even more beautiful than I expected..." She shakes her head. "My apologies, I forget myself. I am Zinarrova Vitella. You can call me Zina." She winks at Sasha conspiratorially.

Sasha watched the world pass her by: those high arches that resembled great temples left to ruins in Europe, the walls that depicted beautiful scenery that looked so beautiful that it looked real. The brunette wanted to reach out and run her fingers across the smooth paint just to see if they were in fact painting or is they were just windows to another utopia.

Then came the sound of Vira's voice, a voice that held a small note of authority but was more like the sound of a soft tinkling of bells. "H-Hm? Sasha cooed, finally tearing her eyes away from the majestic scenes upon the walls, 'C-Consort?" She murmured, having to cycle through her vocabulary, suddenly having a brain fart, "Y-Yes, I am," is that what the job description was? Listening and watching Vira's longing gaze made Sasha quirk an eyebrow, what did she mean that none of the people within this colony didn't have the parts? What parts?! While the young woman wanted to ask, she simply kept her mouth shut and assumed that she would find out.

When they reached what Sasha assumed to be heart of the building, she looked around still before her honey gaze focused on a young woman perched upon a throne. She did not stay seated long and instead rose to greet her guest. The young woman, who towered over her human guest was beyond beautiful; she was ethereal! Instantly Sasha's cheeks go from their pale porcelain to a deep burning red as she takes note of the young woman's very naked appearance. With a quick flick to her own pair, Sasha suddenly feels much smaller even though her breasts are a healthy DDD.

The rest of the young woman's anatomy is quite a mystery as well as she appears to be heavily pregnant; why was Sasha needed in the first place if the woman standing before her was already pregnant? Not that the young Sasha could really help anyway, what did she expect to do now?

It was when she heard her name spoken by the naked female did Sasha jump, realizing she stood before the queen now, her teeth nervously nibbling her bottom lip. She watches with her own pair of honey orbs as her hands is collected and kissed gently, suddenly feeling like she's some princess in a fairytale, "T-That's me," she stammered dumbly, trying to keep her gaze fixated on Zina's face instead of the writhing phallus like pricks just above her damp nether lips. The compliment has Sasha's cheeks turning hotter and slowly spreading from her cheeks up to her ears and down onto her chest.

"I-It's v-very nice to meet you, Z-Zina." Shouldn't she be calling the young woman 'your highness' or 'your worship' instead of something as informal as her first name?
"I-I'm here about the job a-and um, I-I'm a little confused," she finally admitted, looking back to Vira, "I read the ad and it said that I was to be a surrogate. I-I don't mean to s-sound, um, ungrateful?" She questioned herself and then shrugged, "B-but it seems that you are plenty capable of um, bring heirs into the world." Sasha could be a little dense and at this particular junction, that was showing through.

Zina looked down at Sasha, smiling gently at her nervousness. "Don't worry too much bout procedure. The whole royal thing is mostly something we made up for dealing with uppity nobles and haven't gotten around to abolishing. In truth, we're actually a lot more egalitarian." She winked at Sasha. "It comes with being part of a telepathic hivemind and all that. As for what we need you for, well, I could carry all these myself. That'd be terribly slow, though, and they wouldn't be nearly as healthy or intelligent as they would be if I had someone else carry them. And none of the other wasps have wombs, except the other queens." She noticed Sasha's blush and and wandering eyes. "Oh! My apologies. We don't tend to bother with clothes so much among ourselves, and I wanted you to feel welcome. I'm afraid I didn't really think that one through. I could put something on, if it'd make you feel more comfortable?"

It was strange that the entire concept of 'royalty' was simply a formality and not used as much as say, England, but Sasha could understand, however what she did find perhaps a little strange was the fact that the hivemind was real. Not in the sense that the entire colony of these bees were controlled by a secular mind but that the queen and all her subjects were telepathic and while it would have been amazing to be able to hear what others truly thought of each other, didn't the sound of other's thoughts grow tired some and wouldn't it be hard to distinguished between your own thoughts and someone else?

Then Zina mentioned her current state, and Sasha couldn't help but keep her eyes fixated her healthy, gravid form, "B-but I don't understand," she murmured after hearing out the rest of the queen's statement, "I-I don't understand how I will be able to help them out, how my body will provide them with more intelligence and make them healthier. W-would I technically just be well, a human incubator of sorts o-or...?" There were still so many uncertainties and while the unknown scares Sasha, her sex was already growing wet with anticipation for her first brood.

"N-No! I-I am a guest here, please, we-wear what you feel most comfortable in," though there was something that the brunette desired to do and while she did desire to reach out and stroke the queen's round tummy and feel the new lives that grew within her own womb, she refrained and figured she would wait until to touch her own bloated form.

"W-Why is it that none of the other wasps possess wombs and why have you decided to seek help, or accept my help. I-I'm a human after all and much as I hate to admit this, I-I'm allergic to insect stings. Will this pose a problem? I-I'm just a host body, w-won't your children, as they grow, try and perhaps eat me from the inside or perhaps bite me and cause me to slip into anaphylactic shock?"

The queen listened carefully to Sasha's questions, mentally noting each one. "You have a lot of questions. First, let me tell you about the origins of our race, and then we'll go from there. For the moment though, why don't you follow me into my private chambers, then," The queen said, and led Sasha into a small living room, a large soft couch facing a television. She sat down at one end of the couch, her body turned towards Sasha, belly on full display. "Where were we? Right, origin of species." She takes a deep breath. "To start with, our race is not like yours. We did not evolve, we were created. We owe our existence to the efforts of a human sorceress, you might have heard of her - the Life Mage, Alvina. She brought our species forth from her own womb." You can hear an undercurrent of awe in Zina's voice. "While she did her best for us, some deficiencies remain. In particular, Our human components are not... Persistent. If our young are not grown inside the womb of a human woman, they're 'Humanity', if you will, will degrade. This is significantly detrimental to their health and will, eventually, render them incapable of having further young. Additionally, they require proximity to other sentient minds to jumpstart they're mental processes. You would be more than just an incubator. They'll take on some of your mental and even physical characteristics. You'll be as much a mother to them as I am." She winks at Sasha.

"As for the other wasps, I'm afraid that's a carry over from the species Alvina used to create us. They were a social species of wasp, with sterile workers and a single fertile queen, and thus we are, as well. It's not ideal, but we make it work. As for you being allergic, that's not a problem. Our larva don;t have stings, and none of us are going to sting you. Very few of us actually have stings, as a matter of fact, only our warriors have those, and they're rare. And no, they won't eat you. As I said, you'll be as much a mother to them as I will. They won't harm you anymore than they'll harm me." She rubs her belly fondly, then notices you looking on. "You want to touch it? Here, go right ahead..." She gently takes Sasha's hand and holds it against her bulging belly, the small forms within squirming against her hand...

Of course she had a lot of questions! The human woman who stood fidgeting nervously was no scholar of ancient histories and had very limited knowledge of what the past actually held; so yes, there were lots of questions from the nervous female. Sasha had been prepared to listen to the history excitedly, wondering if there were any hidden nuggets in this history lesson that she could use to her advantage. But it seemed that the queen desired to speak about the matters in private as she took the girl's hand and led her into a private little living area, outfitted even with a television.

These people ceased to amaze Sasha.

She was lead over to a small couch where the queen took a seat opposite her human companion, that beautiful, motherly figure on full display for Sasha to try and ignore but she tried regardless, drawing in her bottom lip to try and focus her mind on some menial task that would not alert this queen to the hidden desires that the brunette possessed.

The history lesson was mostly heard, well, at least all of the important bits were anywhere! A human had given birth to this race in the beginning, a human woman was needed to ensure that the humanity of these particular creatures were ensured, her allergy would not pose a problem and she would be as much of a mother to the hive as Zina was herself. While all of this information was stored away, Sasha continued to flick her eyes down towards the quivering form of the queen's full term belly, the brunette's rubbing against one another both for the desire to touch it and to feel her own form to mimic the queen's.

It only become harder when Zina begins to lovingly caress the taut skin that causes a whine to issue from the human girl's lips and finally force her head to swivel towards the television in some feeble effort to ignore her growing baby fever. This plan, while half baked and ill formed, shatters to pieces when the queen offers to have the already excited human reach out and touch her, "U-Uh w-wait I- I d-" it had been a watered down refute from Sasha but the moment her hand touches Zina's skin and feel the squirming life beneath her fingers does she gasp and draw herself closer.

Sasha, now only mere inches from the queen, reaches up to rest her other hands against the gravid form, her smooth palms moving back and forth, admiring the beauty of the unborn life. A soft little smile curls up the corners of her lips before the brunette looks up into the queen's eyes, swallows hard and asks, "W-When can I be like this? I-I have baby fever so bad that it's literally driving me crazy! H-Hell I don't even know if I got the job but I can tell you that I have never wanted anything more than to be like you," she coos, finally tearing her eyes away from the queens to regard the healthy orb beneath her hand, "I want to help bring new lives into existence and to fulfill my own fantasy of being pregnant."

Zina carefully studies Sasha's expression as she divulges her quick history lesson. "Not quite the most attentive of students," She thinks, "But given the circumstances I can hardly blame her. She seems enraptured by my belly, maybe if I let her touch it, it'll help her focus?" She takes Sasha's hand and places it on her belly, watching her reaction carefully. "Or maybe it'll have the opposite effect. Still, I can work with this..."

The queen smiles at Sasha, her hands resting on top of Sasha's. "You already got the job. This interview was really just a formality. As for knocking you up, is now a good time?" She grins at Sasha, pressing Sasha's hands over her belly.

Upon hearing Sasha's assent, Zina picks her up, gently cradling Sasha in her arms bridal style. She carries her into her private bedroom, sitting down on an oversized bed and placing Sasha in her lap, Zina's hands on her shoulders. "Let's get these clothes off..." She murmurs, her hands stroking down Sasha's sides to start pulling her shirt up...

Sasha nearly jumped up and began to jump around but instead she simply smiled warmly, "Formality or otherwise I appreciate it," and this made the brunette wonder why she had never offered herself up before if it was really this easy. As she sat there silently admiring the queen's stretched abdomen did she hear the queen offer something that made her cheeks turn bright pink.

"N-Now?!" The young woman did not expect to be inducted so quickly, and when her body was lifted with ease from the couch, cradled against the heavy queen, Sasha almost started to fidget, "Y-Your highness, y-you shouldn't strain yourself!" She stammered weakly until she was set back down on an over sized bed.

The hands at her shoulders, "I-I-" she stammered, certainly not objecting to having the sweater pulled up over her head. As she sat there half naked, her cheeks burned hot, "A-Are you sure I'm qualified for this gift?"

Zina giggles and hugs Sasha against her chest. "Don't worry bout me. I'm actually pretty strong. This height isn't just for show."

She grinned at the blushing girl. "Of course you're qualified. Tell me, do you have any idea what qualities we look for in a consort? It's actually quite simple. The most important one is love. It's more important even than physical compatibility - we have ways to work around that, difficult as they are. But love is essential. In order to be capable of love, one must first BE loved. This is even more true for our kind. Tell me, would you rather my children grow in the womb of a woman who loved them and wished them the best, or a woman who was only in it for the money and found the experience disgusting and degrading and wanted it over as fast as possible?"

Regardless of if her height was for show or not, Sasha felt or knew from countless books and friend's experiences that when as far along as the queen was, heavy lifting was not a good idea but the human woman didn't mention this tid bit and figured that if there were to be a mention of it later that it would be she who would not be doing any lifting.

Looking up into the Zina's beautiful face and hearing the questions, Sasha had to shake her head; she had no idea what people looked for in consorts! Wide hips for birthing lots of young? Maybe large breasts to produce plenty of milk for any potential young that said consort produced? There were lots of things that could qualify someone as an ideal concubine.

It was then that the queen answered her own questions and her response forced Sasha's well manicured brows to knit together her confusion; why was love the one thing they looked for? Didn't being attracted to the other person matter? Hell! Sasha certainly wasn't gay but found the queen appealing because of the fact that she had something that resembled a penis. Was that bad?

Then came a question that cleared up the entire situation, "Someone who loved them and wished the best for them, of course." It certainly wasn't a hard answer to blurt out, if Sasha was in the queen's position, than she too would desire to have her children with someone who wanted to be their mother.

"I-I guess it makes sense," Sasha stammered, realizing that she had NO idea how to even please a woman sexually; after all, the two would have to have sex in order to ensure that Sasha grew fertile with the wasps, "B-Be gentle with me?" She stammered, letting one of her hands return to resting on the queen's heavily pregnant abdomen, silently waiting in anticipation, knowing that she would be like the queen soon.

(Sorry for the delay, I've been having writers block.)

Zina smiled, blushing. The girl before her really was an excellent catch. She would have been truly wasted in that call center. "Of course I'll be gentle with you. Now c'mere." She hugged Sasha close and kissed her gently on the mouth, her hands working up and down Sasha's sides, gently stroking her. Her ovipositor laid in Sasha's lap, the end pressing against her belly. One hand reached behind Sasha and unhooked her Bra, revealing Sasha's breasts, which Zina squeezed appreciatively, her thumbs playing with Sasha's nipples. "Is there anything in particular you want me to do to you before I knock you up, dear Sasha? I'll need to stretch your pussy out for a bit, of course." She moved a hand lower, teasing her thumb along Sasha's waistline, just barely inside her clothes...

If there was still any doubt lingering within Sasha's mind, it evaporated the moment that the queen's fingers danced across her naked flesh, reminding the young woman that this her new reality and this was to be her new job.
Of course it came as no surprise that Zina would oblige the human woman's request, after all the girl with her currently empty womb was still needed to bring about a new brood that both women could be proud of.

Fog and cobwebs filled Sasha's mind the moment that Zina's lips were against her own, her honey sweet taste caressing the young woman's tongue. 'Oh god, yes! T-This is always what I've wanted. I want to help my queen, help the hive,', even the kiss was enough to have Sasha down on her knees begging to have her womb violated and filled with children that were biologically not her own.

That leaking tip that was the queen's ovipositor had the girl squirming against the queen and her motherly body, one of her shaking human hands reaching out to take a hold of the ovipositor so she could tease just the tip and the other came to to rest against the queen's largely pregnant belly, lovingly reminding the queen that this human woman was desperate to be just like her beautiful, inhuman monarch.

When cool air brushed against Sasha's feverish nipples and the lacy bra was thrown to the wayside, forgotten in a heap of lace and fabric on the floor did the human let out a sound so divine that it had to have been the voice of an the gods in heaven.

At some point the young woman had let her eyes slip shut, her mind swimming in the thick sea of her pleasure and only after the queen spoke did Sasha finally surface from that murky ecstasy and whine, "I-I don't care what you do to me, j-just so long as by the end of this that my womb is filled with our children." There was a fire that displayed Sasha's desire to be in a motherly way just like her monarch.

The queen smiles at Sasha's eagerness and presses her back on the bed, and peels off her pants, before laying down next to her. One hand slides under Sasha's back and cuddles the woman against her, while the other hand caresses it's way down her belly to tease her hips, and then her inner thighs. She leans above Sasha on an elbow and kidded the girl on the mouth, gently dominating her, her tongue making a brazen assault upon Sasha's while the queens prehensile ovipositor teases sashas belly and her other inner thigh, touching only the edge of Sasha's damp panties...

Under normal circumstances the brunette human with her curvacious body; those wide birthing hips that screamed to be fertilized and her ample breasts, twin globs that throbbed to be filled with milk for their young, Sasha would never have slept with a woman but wasn't Zina different as she had a dick and was fully intent on fucking the soon to be writing human woman until she was filled with the queen's eggs?

Who was really splitting hairs though! Sasha was getting her ultimate fantasy fulfilled!

In a million years Sasha would have never thought she would hate jeans so much in her life, or clothes for that matter! Despite the fact that she was still left within her jeans and panties, it was simply agonizing not to have her pussy on full display for the queen, to show her majesty how excited and how sloppy sticky wet Sasha was! Hell! The human, now laying on her back, her jeans finally removed and her thighs instantly spreading, Sasha was half tempted to beg the queen to just rip her panties off of her and fuck her.

It took every ounce of strength to resist that urge but Sasha made it inherently clear that she just wanted to get down to the 'baby making'. With a shuttering voice though, the human sank back down into the throngs of her pleasure as her body was caressed and teased with the skillful fingers of the queen; they were so soft, so gentle~ Those long digits run down over Sasha's smooth belly only to trail lower and tease her inner thigh. A whimpering sob escapes her lips, her body arching up to meeting the queens as the Zina comes to hover over her concubine.

Then those sugary lips come and collect payment for what she is about to undertake; a kiss that dominates the human's mouth and leaves her utterly breathless, that slender body quaking beneath both the touch of the ovipositor and the queen's fingers.

It is only painfully clear when Sasha breaks the kiss, her breath hot against the queens lips as her hands go to Zina's breasts, plying them beneath her silky palms does she whisper, "P-Please fuck me, I-I ache to be filled."

The queen purrs appreciatively at the hands on her nipples, then giggles at Sasha as she makes her demand. "Very well then. You certainly seem ready enough..." She crawls between Sasha's legs and slowly peels her panties off, her ovipositor caressing Sasha's flesh and grinding against her wet pussy. "Just spread your legs wide..." She begins slowly working the tip of her ovipositor into Sasha, her muscles stretching open around it, her body trembling. "Mmmm! So soft, and tight, and so wet. You'll be a fine host..." She wiggles her ovipositor inside Sasha, working it in and out, slowly spreading her body open...

Perhaps one of many character flaws that the brunette possessed was that of impatience and while yes she did work for or rather worked for a call center, the mute button had become her best friend as she raged while her mic had been muted, the customer on the line never the wiser.

Offering the queen a seductive smile, a smile the betrayed every single needing emotion, Sasha nodded, "I've been ready since I read the ad."

Watching the queen slide between her legs and remove the soaked panties, Sasha's heart leaps into her throat, the sound a deafening roar that quickly becomes so loud her ears begin to ring. That thick, glorious cock slides between her thighs, up over her clit which causes the young woman beneath the Zina to yelp out in both surprise and reckless passion. Then comes the command from the queen, a command that the little human is all to happy to fulfill. Without a second thought she spreads her legs wide, the muscles in her thighs screaming in painful agony as the muscles are completely stretched.

'Next round I'll have to be on my hands and knee, oh fuck that sounds so good!' Sasha thought, images flashing in her head as her womb is slowly filled and her belly distends, that pierced naval going from an inny to a beautiful outty.

Then her mind goes blindingly blank when the head of that weapon that promises new life brushes against Sasha's entrance, "C-Come on baby, f-fuck me good and fill me with your children, my womb feels so empty and needs to feel life within it."

Fireworks shoot of behind Sasha's eyes as she is finally penetrated; that initial entry always the best feeling in the world, causing those tight nipples to stand at full attention, begging to be sucked on and teased.
The steady, slow rhythm instantly pulls the human's voice into a symphony of ecstasy filled cries, all while her thighs snake around the queen and draw her in closer, hoping to push the tip of that impressive cock as close to her cervix, "I-I want you to kiss me when you fill me with your babies, p-please." Sasha's hands already resting against her flat belly, waiting silently to feel her belly expand slowly and her womb fill.

Zina leans down to suck on Sasha's needy nipples, her tongue playing gently with them as her cock slowly opened Sasha up, the young woman's pussy stretching up around it as she pressed deeper. The queen let out a low growl of satisfaction as Sasha's body surrendered to her, the end of her cock playing with Sasha's cervix.

'This ones so eager. I really made an excellent find today..." She leaned back up to kiss Sasha's neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses up to behind her ear. "Of course, darling. I'd be happy to kiss you..." She nibble gently behind Sasha's ear, her cock writhing one last time before she judges Sasha stretched enough for the next part. "Now just relax and enjoy..." Her cock squirts something warm and wet against Sasha's cervix, and begins rubbing it into her. Immediately, Sasha feels a rush of wet heat go through her body, her insides becoming hot and sensitive and loosening up wonderfully, allowing the queen to slowly press her cock through Sasha's cervix...

As if the queen could hear the needy song of Sasha's body, the hardened tip into her mouth, instantly causing a shockwave to come crashing through the human woman. The girl's sweet voice vibrates off the walls and fills the room with the sweet sound of lovemaking, the strange girl beneath the queen having forgotten her past and diving into her new life with both feet.

The growl from the queen has Sasha mewling like a common whore, her body aching to release, to milk the length within her depths for every drop and every egg that will fit snugly within her.

Then the queen commands that she relax and enjoy and while Sasha knew better than to tighten or resist hearing the phrase 'relax' only makes her stiffen. That is until warmth spreads the belly, a warmth that felt like when she would take a sip of warm tea and let it slid down her throat; the heat warming her up from the inside.

"W-What was that?" Sasha questions, arching her back and grinding those hips against the queens, her orgasm only moments away, but that moment fades when the tightened muscle in her depths is penetrated and the tip of the ovipositor slowly breaches the muscle. A wince follows entry and while the dark haired beauty wishes to tighten, to ask the queen to pull out, she resists and begins to grind her hips harder against the queens, teasing that throbbing clit until the pain subsides and the soon to be brood mother is left with mind melting pleasure.

(Whoops sorry, I hadn't meant to post so early.)

The queens organ slowly slides deeper into Sasha, squirting again in her womb, spreading more of that delicious substance inside her and gently rubbing it into the walls of her womb. Her hand dips lower, rubbing Sasha off while her other hand holds her tight, her lips coming back to Sasha's. The two of them kiss passionately as the queens ovipositor begins pulsating, the first squirming larva running down her length and crawling into Sasha's womb. It crawls along her sensitive, flexible skin and curls up in a corner, it's small body pulsating in time with Sasha's heartbeat. Another one enters Sasha soon after, and then they're coming almost on top of each other, spilling into her. The queen dominates Sasha's mouth as she pillages her body, filling her with her young...

(no worries)

The steady in and out of the queen's ovipositor had Sasha clenching her hands into tightly little balls and her orgasm quickly approaching, "I-I'm gonna cu-" is all she stammers, her voice lost to her when her one of the queen's hands slides down between their bodies and those fingers again set to work but this time teasing her clit. A earth shattering orgasm erupts from Sasha, coating the queen's prick in stick, clear girl cum.

Just as she reaches the crescendo of her orgasm and the tight, constricting walls of her cunt begins milks the thick cock does the queen' seal her mouth around Sasha's again. Within that same instant the human realizes that the queen must be planting the children within her womb and when the first squirming lump travels down the depositing tool does Sasha brace herself and press one of her hands against her belly, hopeful to feel the creature enter her and find a home within her.

The squirming, writhing body of the first child squeezes through the clamping muscle, wigging it's way inside of her until it finds a place that is comfortable enough. From beneath her fingers she can feel the larva move, squirm and tickle her insides and beneath those fingers she can feel that her belly has not even begun to inflate.

Within that moment she silently begs with her hungry kisses, 'More, more babies!

The queen continues to fuck Sasha slowly with her cock as she pumps larva after larva into the shivering woman beneath her, their mouths still passionately locked. Her cock squirms and writhes inside Sasha as she clamps down on it, their interlocking bodies shivering in mutual ecstasy. Beneath Zina, Sasha begins to expand, the multitude of larva pouring into her bulging her belly and wriggling with each other, slowly sorting themselves into position inside her. She feels them squirming beneath her hands...

The first larva had left like heaven as it moved and expanded her once empty womb buy as they began to filter in, one by one, eager for their new, safe and warm home. The human woman began to writhe and squirm like the infants being implanted inside of her.

When her belly finally began to "show", Sasha let her finger splay across the tightening skin, feeling the new life inside of her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. Each time a new larva entered her, her body would throb, then there would be a great commotion inside of her as all of her children had to make room for their new brother or sister.

Sasha reach out for one of Zina's hands and when she found it she took that hand and pressed it against her belly, having her lover feel the children inside her moving. Soothingly the young woman who controlled the queens hand, had the queen rub her inflating belly. If there was any ache, any pain, that hand that caressed her growing tummy.