Clementina, Part XIX [extreme, sf/horror/fantasy, monster, insects, tentacles, transgender, anal, lactation, incest(M/S), TTTTTFFF]

WARNING: THIS IS, AT TIMES, A HORROR STORY. THIS PART INCLUDES BODY HORROR, MONSTERS, SEX WITH BUGS, WEIRD SLIMY EXTREME SEX, ANAL, INCEST, LACTATION, GORE, AND MORE.

As with the previous installments, if this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please do not read any further. I want readers to have fun – not be disturbed. Please heed all warnings!

There are transgender people in this story, there are monsters in this story, and there are transgender monsters in this story. I AM NOT IMPLYING TRANSGENDER PEOPLE ARE MONSTERS. I am just having fun with genders, ‘cause, after all, ain’t that the point?

This story assumes you have read all previous parts. If you haven’t you will probably find some of this bewildering.

This part continues chapter 4. There is a lot of bug sex in this chapter. Be warned.

I appreciate all your comments and feedback in the comments section and read every one of them. And if you have been paying attention, more than one reader suggestion has made its way into the story…

This begins immediately after Part XVIII ends.

Thank you

Clementina, Part XIX
Chapter 4: Brood (continues)

Makala and I helped my mother slip from the long fleshy stalk that was still buried deep in her asshole. My mother and I still had our sheaths hanging out several slimy inches as we slowly made our way back into the slime-filled nexus, and considered the newly-opened scarab-carved door.

The other doors had opened to tunnels leading back to other chambers, but this door led straight into another chamber. And while the other doors had a ledge inside to prevent the nexus slime from entering, but this chamber only had a slight up ramp. A thin layer of slime – only an inch or so – coated the stone floor. The licorice smell of phallite sex was thick in the air.

The chamber was about the size as Makala’s chamber had been, except instead of a pool in the center, in the center was a large, pink mound similar to the thick pink flesh that coated the white queen’s chamber at the far end of the nexus. It looked soft and inviting. Arrayed around the edges of the room were a series of ovoid-looking objects. The egg-like things were about five feet tall and stood on short pedestals that raised the eggs a few inches off a floor that was coated in a light layer of phallite slime. There were about ten different eggs around the room. Some were different colors or had markings on them. The pedestals were all carved with symbols that I couldn’t recognize.

Ona was already seated on the pink mound, luxuriating in its soft, warm, slimy surface.

“So,” she said to Makala, shrugging off her swimsuit so her bare skin could press better against the soft mound. “You prophesized I was something like the mother of thousands but also a gaping, slathering whore. Tell me more.” She smiled.

Makala was walking slowly around the circle of eggs, touching each one. As she did, each in turn lit up with a faint glow.

“You wanted to be a queen, so be it,” Makala began. “Each of these eggs contains a princess. Each princess produces eggs for a different type of brood. The mission of the princess is to put her eggs in the queen and help raise her brood. Once her eggs are in the queen, any one of us – or all of us – with a cock can fertilize the eggs. Me, Alura, Roshelle, Olympia, or even Eva.”

My mother, Eva, spoke up. “No, not me. I can do a tentacle trick but I don’t shoot out any semen.”

“Yet,” Alura said, and winked at my mother. “Give it time and you will – and probably soon.”

“All of you,” Ona interrupted. “I want every cock here inside of me. I want to be the gaping, slathering whore you prophesied.”

“So be it. Once the eggs are fertilized,” Makala continued, “they will grow rapidly into the brood. And once the brood has exited the queen, she can repeat the process with another brood.”

Ona was still luxuriating on the pink mound as she listened to Makala talk.

“So, you said we needed workers, right?” she said.

Makala nodded. “The caves need work, and I think you have also talked about widening the crawlspace leading to the chamber with the male and female statues so you didn’t have to walk to the barn to come down to the nexus, right?”

Clementina nodded.

“Then we need workers,” Makala said, then turned to Ona. “Are you ready?” she asked.

“I was born ready,” she said. She was already fingering herself as she lay on the pink mound, her body coated with the slime that oozed from the pink flesh.

Makala walked to one of the eggs. It was cream-colored with dark marbling throughout. She stood behind it, caressing it for a moment. Then she took one of her large, cream-colored nipples and squirted a streamer of milk across the egg. She slowly caressed the ovoid, working the milk into the shell. After a moment, a crack appeared. Little pieces of shell began to fall away and the thing inside slowly unfolded itself into the room, dripping slime across the already slick floor.

How to describe the worker brood princess. Initially words failed me.

Once completely out of the egg, her legs unfolded, she stood about five-and-a-half feet high. Not unlike Alura, from the waist up she had a mostly human form including a pretty face framed by dark red hair, and the usual large, pendulous milky breasts. But below the waist was something entirely different.

Her lower body was about four feet long and sprouted six long insect-like legs. Her carapace was black marbled with streaks of red, and on the top, in red, was the symbol on the pedestal where her egg had been.

Hanging down below her abdomen was a thick cock-like thing that was pulled close against her body.

She looked at Ona, and Ona looked back at her.

“Wow,” Ona said. “This is going to be freaky. Hi, I’m Ona.”

The worker brood princess nodded. “Hello Ona. I am the worker princess.”

“Do you have a name?”

“I am the worker princess. I have one purpose. I need no name.”

I glanced at Makala.

“Is this real? She has no name?” I asked.

Makala nodded. “Yes, she’s just a brood princess. You’ll find that the princesses are good at what they do, but they aren’t the brightest. They have never been named before.”

“We should give her a name,” I said. “We should give all the princesses names when we hatch them. Ona, you’re the queen and she’s your princess. What do you want to call her.”

“Rosie,” said Ona.

“Rosie?” I said. “Interesting. Why Rosie?”

“She’s the worker princess. I remember reading that during WWII they recruited women to do what were considered men’s jobs when the guys were overseas fighting. Their mascot was Rosie the Riveter. Since this is the worker princess, I can’t think of a more apropos name.”

“Wow,” I said. “Princess Rosie it is…”

“I am the worker princess,” Princess Rosie said. “I have no name.”

“You do now, baby,” said Ona. “Now come here and give your queen everything you got.”

Princess Rosie gave something between a nod and a shrug and moved towards Ona, positioning herself just in front of the pink mound with her front two legs up on either side of Ona, who was laying on her back. Princess Rosie leaned down. She and Ona kissed, then embraced, their mouths locked on each other, their milky phallite breasts pressing against each other, milk flowing down across their mounds and stomachs.

After a moment, they disengaged and Ona pulled Princess Rosie’s breasts up to her face, drinking the thick, rich milk from the half-insect princess’s breasts. Princess Rosie reached down and squeezed Ona’s own engorged chest, sending a stream of milk across her carapace.

When Ona disengaged, Princess Rosie reached down under her carapace and began stroking the thick cock-like thing that hung underneath.

That’s when things got really weird. The shaft that slowly hardened was a couple of feet long, thick, harshly ribbed, and looked hollow. It was coated with a thick layer of slime that dripped down onto the floor underneath, puddling under the princess’s spindly insectoid legs.

Ona looked down at Princess Rosie’s growing appendage and for a moment something flashed across her face that might have been fear – or at least the passing second thought. But then it was gone. She spread her legs and pulled the princess’s shiny carapace closer.

Princess Rosie’s thick meat pressed against the outside of Ona’s meaty labia that were already parting – gaping open to reveal the deep, pink tunnels beyond. A steady trickle of slime was slipping from Ona’s snatch. She reached down and used both her hands to part her slit even further, making it ready for the princess’s strange, oddly-shaped cock.

The princess pressed forward, slipping her cock into Ona’s waiting snatch. Ona moaned as the thick, ribbed meat pressed inside. She lifted her legs up around the princess’s carapace and rested her heels on the back of the spindly spider-like legs as Princess Rosie pressed deeper. Ona leaned forward, wrapping her arms around the upper human body of the princess, pulling the heavy breasts towards her mouth, sucking on the long nipples as the half-human, half-insect creature pushed her heavy cock-like appendage further in.

Over a foot was now inside Ona, who had moved her lips up past the princess’s breasts to her mouth, kissing her, letting their tongues intertwine. Princess Rosie had stopped pushing further in and instead the back of her carapace began a rhythmic motion, pushing her cock in and out of Ona’s pussy. Ona’s thick labia pulsated as each heavy, bony rib of the princess’s insect cock moved in and out of her, pulling her sheath out and pushing it back in with each stroke. Thick streamers of slime slid down the insect princess’s meat, mingled with the slime coming from Ona’s snatch, and ran down across her slick pouting asshole and extended sheath.

Ona leaned back, closing her eyes, her heavy, milky breasts pointing skyward, streamers of phallite milk arcing through the air. The princess leaned down and planted her lips on Ona’s long, wide nipples, sucking out mouthfuls of her rich, intoxicating phallite milk. The pulsating motion of the princess’s carapace increased, sliding her meat in and out of Ona’s pussy faster and faster. Ona moaned as the hard ribs of the insect princess’s cock dragged against her own softer pussy. Ona’s sheath gripped Princess Rosie’s shaft and stretched out with each stroke.

Ona gave another moan and arched her back as an orgasm rocketed through her. The princess also moaned. Unexpectedly, she reared back, roughly ripping her cock free from Ona’s vagina and stretching Ona’s fleshy sheath, pulling it several feet out of her snatch. Princess Rosie rose on just her two rear insect legs, her thick bug cock sticking in the air in front of her, Ona’s sheath attached to the end.

The princess gave a moan of her own and her entire body shook. Suddenly her cock pulsated, shooting a large mass of eggs down Ona’s sheath into her body. A second shudder and a second mass of eggs, then a third, then a fourth. The egg masses made up thick, squishy balls as they slipped down Ona’s slick, slimy sheath and into her womb. More egg masses slipped from the princess’s cock, down Ona’s sheath and into her body. Ona moaned again. As more and more masses of eggs poured down her sheath and into her, her stomach began to distend, sticking out in front of her like a pregnant woman, except larger. Her stomach jiggled and shook with the mass of eggs she was carrying, shaking like jelly and spreading outward.

For the first time since the show began, Makala spoke up.

“Time to fertilized the eggs,” she said. “You heard the princess, everyone gets a turn.” She reached down and began stroking her thick blue cock and bringing it to attention. A heavy load of slime slipped from the tip. In a very deft motion, she reached down and turned Ona over onto all fours without interrupting the flow of eggs from the princess down the sheath and into the Ona’s ever-expanding stomach. Positioning herself above Ona’s open asshole and straddling the sheath that was still pumping eggs into Ona’s body, she slid her gargantuan cock into Ona’s already-stretched asshole.

As Makala began stroking in and out of Ona’s asshole, she pointed at me.

“Get in her mouth, we aren’t done until every cock in this room unloads inside her.”

I shrugged and began stroking my own meat, pulling it up and getting it hard. It had already been partially erect just from watching the bug fucking Ona, but I brought it all the way to attention, then hovered it in front of Ona’s face. I was about to ask if she was okay, but she smiled and opened her mouth.

“All the way in, baby,” she whispered as she opened her lips wide, sending a long thread of slime slipping off the end of her chin.

I didn’t have to be told twice. My cock was long, hard, and ready for action. I slowly slipped it into Ona’s mouth, pressing deep into her throat, through the special portal in the back, and entering into the deep phallite tunnels beyond. Ona closed her eyes as I pressed my purple, pulsating, slime-covered cock deeper and deeper. A little over a foot in I felt pressure and realized I had reached the ever-expanding mass of eggs in Ona’s center.

In front of me Makala was ready to come. I paused as she closed her eyes, and I felt a rush of thick seed pour from her cock into Ona.

As Makala slowed her motion, I pushed the rest of the way into Ona’s egg chamber and began to fuck her in earnest, my balls banging against her slime-covered chin. The sensation was like fucking a hot bowl of caviar, and I could see Ona’s extremely distended abdomen shake with each stroke I gave. The sensation was overwhelming and I understood why Makala came as quickly as she had.

While I worked myself in and out of Ona’s mouth, Makala had slipped from her ass and moved to the side. Princess Rosie had pulled back, disengaging from Ona’s sheath. Alura appeared behind Ona and slipped her own cock into Ona’s waiting asshole.

Watching this while feeling my own cock slipping in and out of the thick tapioca-like egg mass inside of Ona pushed me to the edge. I felt my balls tighten, and thick ropy masses of my semen shot into the eggs. I moaned and slowly slipped out, making room for Alura to slip her cock all the way into Ona’s asshole and into the egg mass.

As I pulled out of Ona’s mouth, Olympia was already standing beside me, her long, hard cock at attention and ready for action. Ona just complacently opened her mouth, and Olympia slid inside.

Alura, her tentacles slithering all around her, worked Ona’s asshole over as Olympia waited her turn.

I turned to my mother, who was watching tentatively, not sure if she should join in.

“What are you waiting for?” Makala asked. “Get ready, you’re turn is next.”

“But I’ve never actually shot any seed yet,” she said. “My cock is just a mass of tentacles.”

“Don’t worry,” Makala said. “The semen will come with time. Just take your turn.”

My mother nodded, then began pulling several of her labia tentacles up in front of her like Alura had shown her, forming a psuedo-cock.

Alura, meanwhile, was finishing up on Ona’s asshole, loading thick streamer after thick streamer of her juice into Ona’s egg sac. Ona’s disstended stomach hanging down underneath her was pressed against the pink mound she knelt on, heavy, laden, and shaking with each stroke. Ona’s breasts seem to have grown as well, and they also hung down, resting on the pink, soft mound.

As Alura slipped out of Ona’s asshole, Olympia pressed the rest of the way into Ona’s mouth and began her own motions. Meanwhile my mother moved to position herself behind Ona.

“You’re the only one left,” Makala said to my mother, as we watched Olympia work her thick, slimy, eighteen-inch-long meat in and out of Ona’s mouth. “Get in position.”

My mother perched her cock outside Ona’s already gaping, slimy asshole. Ona’s sheath hung out almost a foot from her ass, and my mother lifted it up, pulled it across her cock, and began masturbating herself with it.

In front of Ona, Olympia was reaching an orgasm, shooting her load into Ona’s burgeoning egg mass. As she slipped from Ona’s mouth, Makala nodded to my mother.

“Your turn,” was all she said.

My mother looked hesitant, but did as she was told, slipping her tentacle cock into Ona’s slick, overused asshole. My mother began a steady but energetic motion in and out of Ona’s asshole, burying her meat deep inside the egg-and-semen mass that monstrously distended Ona’s stomach.

Ona moaned as my mother worked her tentacle cock in and out of her ass, stretching her already well-used sheath even more with each stroke. My mother rapidly increased her pace, pounding her stomach against Ona’s substantial ass, sending quivers through both Ona’s backside and her own milky, engorged phallite breasts.

My mother’s pace increased even faster, then faster. But as I watched, I could see a look go across her face. She slowed.

“I…I don’t think I can come like this. I don’t think I have any seed,” she said.

Makala nodded to me. “Finish her,” she said.

Never one to miss out on a chance to fuck my mother, I stroked my rapidly rising cock and moved in behind my mom. Her asshole was already puckering, her sheath hanging out several inches. I used my thumbs to part her ass, letting a big, thick glob of slime slide down from inside, then pressed my purple, pulsating, gaping cock head inside her.

She moaned as I pressed deeper inside, beginning a motion of my own that drove my cock in and out of my mother’s pink puckered asshole, but also her own meat in and out of Ona. She leaned her head back and we kissed as I slid all of my two feet inside her.

I reached around, cupping my mother’s phallite breasts, squeezing them, sending milk squirting out across Ona’s back. My own milk-engorge phallite breasts pressed against my mother’s back, coating it with my milk. I slid my hands down her stomach, feeling the distension caused by my cock deep inside my mother’s ass.

I increased my rhythm and my mother moaned again, to be echoed by Ona.

“When I come, so will you,” I whispered in my mother’s ear.

“Yes,” she whispered back. “Come inside mommy’s ass.”

My mother begging me to come in her ass was always enough to send me over the edge. This time was no different. My balls tightened and I shot a fresh load inside my mother. She gave a soft moan, I felt her own orgasm take over. Peering over her shoulder, I could see several shots of jizz shooting up her tentacle cock and into Ona.

I hugged my mother from behind.

“You did it,” I whispered in her ear.

She just nodded and turned her head to kiss me as she finished unloading into Ona’s body.

As my mother slowly withdrew from Ona’s well-worn ass, Ona rolled back over onto her back. Her stomach was hugely distended and sloshed when she moved. Her breasts were also distended, as if her abdomen had to make room for more eggs and semen so it used her breasts. She lay on her back across the pink mound and moaned, stomach tilted to one side, her overfilled breasts splayed out to either side.

Ona smiled. “I am the queen. I am the mother of thousands. I am the gaping, slathering whore.”

“So what do we do now?” I asked Makala.

“We are patient,” Makala replied.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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