Pleasure Hive of the Breeders

by Amanda Clover

  “Oh yes. Yes! I’m close, my slut. My pretty huntress bitch. Oh gods. Yes. Yes! Sssss! MNnnnn!”

  The lamia hissed in delight, her cum spurting into the huntress’s mouth. Pata moaned, unable to move, trapped, forced to swallow every spurt of the monster’s seed.

  Finally, with a gasp, Xima undulating, her cock popped free of Pata’s lips, a thin strand of saliva connecting her to that blue shaft.

  “Oh dear,” Xima crooned, her coils tightening, shifting, drawing Pata once more upward, the monster’s cock sliding between the huntress’s breasts, along her slim stomach. “I’m afraid you didn’t do quite enough, slut. I’m still so hard and so. Fucking. Horny. However are we going to rectify this?”

  Pata gasped as she felt the lamia’s cock tease her pussy, her cunt slick and eager for a taste of the monster’s manhood. “O-oooh X-Xima…”

  “Mmm? Do you like it, slut? Do you like getting fucked by a monster?”

  “Oh yesssss.”

  Xima hissed in amusement. “Well, it just so happens I like fucking a bitch of a huntress. How well it all works out.”

  Her coils tightened.

  Her cock slid inside Pata.

  And she was in heaven.

  “Ooooomphhhh!” Pata moaned, quivering in delight as that slick shaft filled her rippling depths.

  “Not so loud,” Xima purred as she pushed Pata’s head between her plush tits, smothering the huntress’s moans of pleasure, feeling the heat of her flush. Xima’s eyes fluttered in delight, teasing upward.

  She met the eyes of Anda in the tree, the scarred huntress watching the scene play out on the forest floor. Xima’s smirk widened, holding Anda’s gaze as her coils quickened, thrusting more eagerly into her huntress slut. Feeling Pata’s hot breath against her chest as she claimed the woman’s tight cunt, feeling it ripple around her inhuman cock.

  “Oooh yesss! My slut. Take it. Take my cock. Oh gods yes. I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill you up, Pata. Are you ready? Is my huntress slut ready to get stuffed with her mistress’s cum?”

  “Mmm!”

  “Good… ah… Nnnn!”

  Xima threw back her head, baring her fangs as she came, her reptilian cum pumping into Pata’s hungry cunny. “Yessss! Take it, slut! Take my seed! Take my cum! Mmmnnn!”

  The lamia felt Pata tighten her cunt tightening around the thrusting shaft. Pata moaned into the lamia’s breasts, her orgasm surging through her like white fire. Surrendering to the cum pumping into her cunt, her sensitive breasts rubbed so wonderfully against the lamia’s scales.

  Xima let out a heavy breath, relaxing her coils around the huntress. Pata squirmed happily, letting out a soft sigh as the lamia’s reptilian cock softened within her, withdrawing into Xima’s pelvic slit.

  “Mmm. Not bad, slut,” Xima breathed, petting the blonde’s hair. “I might just have to keep you.”

  “Oh,” Pata giggled, nuzzling the serpent’s breasts. “If you insist.”

  Xima hissed in amusement, her serpentine body wrapping around the huntress happily. She stole another glance at the tree, but Anda had since looked away. Xima smirked, letting her eye slide shut as she slowly drifted away, contently wrapped around Pata, who soon joined her in an easy sleep.

  The Mines

  In the light of day, the walls of Tauven Mur were no more inviting than they were at night. The ragged barrier of dark stone filled the divide between the cliffs that nestled the town in a bulging line. Silence hung heavy and forbidding over the city, filling the air with a hollow emptiness that grated on Pata uncomfortably. She had known abandoned cities and towns before in her work as a huntress, but Tauven Mur held a discomfort unlike those abandoned ruins.

  The others could feel it as well. Sanna had her saber in hand, the buxom huntress scanning the buildings through deceptively lidded eyes. Anda had drawn both her muskets and cocked the hammers back, the sound clicking in the stillness uncomfortably.

  “This place is cursed,” Xima said, the soft hiss of her scales on the worn cobblestones seeping through the stillness.

  “Spread out,” Sanna said. “The tracks of the refugees led here. Perhaps some remain.”

  “I doubt that,” Anda said before stalking away.

  Pata nodded and moved off, shadowed by Xima. She slowly drew her heavy sword, holding it at ease as she moved through the empty homes. Windows stared down at her from rudely bricked dwellings. The whole place had a cobbled together feeling that only made its abandonment more pronounced.

  She stopped halfway down an avenue and crouched, planting her sword into the ground to steady herself. The dirt path she stood on didn’t keep tracks long, but she could just make out the scuffing caused by many feet, all the more evident for the lack of traffic long before. She lifted her head, tracking the route of the road, spotting ahead a heavy stone building nestled against the mountain.

  “Gotcha,” Pata murmured, rising. She moved up the path and towards the building. Heavy doors had been opened long before, letting the daylight bleed through into a vast place. Mining carts lay on their sides or on the tracks. The heavy, squat metal shapes of great forges took up a far wall in dark, fat shapes. The air was faintly musty, a scent that tingled faintly on her tongue in an uncomfortable way.

  “What is that?” the huntress mused.

  “Pata!”

  The lamia’s hissing cry broke the stillness. Pata turned, the corner of her eye catching something lunge for her from an abandoned forge. She moved with all the grace of her training, her sword coming up, slicing a silver arc. It caught the lunging creature, shearing it in half. Green ichor splattered across the ground, the thing falling to the ground in two halves.

  Pata remained, poised, blade ready for anything more. After a moment of silence she slowly brought her blade to a more at rest position.

  “Fetch the others, Xima.”

  Xima was quick. Within five minutes the other two huntresses arrived. Anda drew back at the sight of the black thing on the ground. Sanna, however, had no such qualms. She frowned and knelt before the fallen creature, turning it over with the tip of her saber. Black chitin ran over its form, its spidery limbs curling up with death. It had no face, but did sport a round, sucking mouth filled with teeth.

  “What is it?” Pata asked the older huntress.

  “Anorax,” Sanna said grimly.

  “Anorax?” Anda said. “Never heard of it.”

  “Little surprise. They are a creature long thought extinct,” Sanna said. She prodded the lower half of the creature, and Pata grimaced as a pale ovipositor slipped free, the rear of the creature thick with pale eggs. “A hive monster, they used to find abandoned places and set up their lairs. Birthing hordes of their hideous kin. Always based around a queen, but their race found that the wombs of women could be used to accelerate their breeding.”

  Anda shuddered. “Monsters,” she spat.

  “Indeed. They have three stages. A grub form who exude an intoxicating miasma. One which instills in a woman an intoxicating need for breeding. What Pata slew was the second stage. Their beetle-like form. These may mate with women as well but are easy to slay. Their only strength is in their swarming. And the third…”

  “Third?”

  Sanna nodded. “The third is a combat species. Huge with raking claws and scything blades. Their purpose is to guard the nest. And, if necessary, seize new prey from beyond so the hive can feed as well as fetch new breeders.”

  “I don’t like the sound of that,” said Anda.

  Sanna’s gaze remained focused down into the darkness of the tunnel, lips drawn in a tight line. “This explains much. Their queens refuse to bow to another. One of them would never serve the Duke of Ashes.”

  “But the magic nullifier is down there?” Anda said.

  “It is. So, we must venture into their nest.”

  The elder huntress dug into her belt and fetched out three phials. “Here,” she said, handing two to the other huntresses. “These will aid us in seeing in the dark beneath the
earth. Pata was quick with her blade, but its death may have warned the rest. We dare not wait.”

  Pata drank the potion, grimacing at its bitter taste. “Are we ready for this?” she asked.

  “We never know until it’s too late,” Sanna said. “Now, let’s go. And be on your guard. We walk into the belly of the beast.”

  Pata readied her blade and Anda her pistols. As one, the group moved forward, and into the darkness of the mine.

  Beneath the Earth

  Sanna took the lead, the elder huntress accustomed to the role. The potion did its work quickly, her eyes adjusting to the pitch darkness beneath the earth, still dim, but she saw the world as if it were wrapped in twilight. She held her saber at the ready, her hair tingling across her skin as she focused on the path ahead. She could feel the air grow warmer. Her nose twitched as she scented the miasma of the anorax. The sickly-sweet smell. Even knowing what it was and could do, she couldn’t help but feel its sordid influence tease along her body. Warm her chest and tingle in her thick nipples. Gods. She could feel a faint dampness. Was she lactating again? It had been so long…

  She remembered her children well. How could she not? After all, it had been for the huntresses of Ctharne that she had allowed herself to be bred.

  Gods but she remembered those days. The strangeness of the creatures. When Penelope and her sister had retaken the isle, many of the women saved had already been taken by the monsters of the isle. Filled with their foul spawn. From them, many of the creatures that now roamed Ctharne had spread. Some of their offspring, it was even rumored, had been inducted as huntresses. Those who had enough of a human guise to pass through the world, yet carried some markers and strengths of their inhuman sires. Such was one of the huntress’s most closely guarded secrets.

  Sanna’s own young had been among them. Many times had she descended into the dungeons where creatures had been kept. Monsters whose spawn could yet be used. How she had shed her gown and stepped within reach of the shackles. Her fertile form, full breasts and ample hips had tempted those brutes beyond their normal bloodlust. Inspiring in them a more sordid hunger. How she’d gasped as their rude hands had gripped her. Groped her. Kneaded her full breasts and their milky bounty. Forced her to her knees, and claimed her.

  She shivered. The many strange cocks she’d taken. Gertlings and orcs and far stranger still. Her ample curves bred. Her stomach swelling with the spawn of savage creatures. Every huntress knew such pleasure. For it was their means. Their weapons against the creatures. Desire was but another tool in their arsenals, and a reason man could never wield the sort of power they did.

  Sanna licked her lips. Two damp spots had begun to form against her shirt. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her breathing.

  And never saw the pit until she stepped into it.

  She gave a sharp cry as she fell, the world suddenly vanishing beneath her.

  “Sanna!” Pata cried in shock. Anda cursed.

  Training saved her. She reacted faster than humanly possible. She spun and kicked off the side of the wall. She tumbled through the air, hitting the ground, but the momentum of the descent was broken, and she rolled onto her back with a gasp.

  Pain lanced through her shoulder. She winced, grabbing it. Sprained. A small price to pay.

  “Sanna! Are you alright!”

  Sanna looked up. She hadn’t realized how far she’d gone. The echoes of Pata’s cries died slowly, and Sanna raised her free hand and made a quick sign.

  Safe.

  Anda leaned over the ledge and signed back. Rescue?

  Sanna looked at the walls of the tunnel she’d fallen down. Too far for any rope they carried. She moved her hand quickly. No. Continue task. Meet up.

  Anda nodded. Her face vanished, no doubt to speak to Pata. Sanna sighed and looked about her. She seemed to have fallen down to a lower tunnel. How low she couldn’t say. She may have hit bedrock here.

  And the scent was far stronger now.

  It wafted like an almost physical thing. Thick and pungent. She felt it stick to her like humidity, which made her realize just how terribly hot it was down there. She felt sweat prickle down her back, between her breasts and the gentle curves of her plush bottom. She wiped her face and chose to move forward. If she intended to meet with the other two, she’d need to go that way. She hoped.

  Her steps were heavy as she moved through the passage. The rough stone had grown smoother than the tunnels above. Possibly carved by the anorax while expanding their hive. But the walls were now coated with a strange, fleshy substance. Something the creatures exuded? Perhaps. She knew so little about the anorax. Such a pity. She had known the affections of so many monsters over the years. Even demons once or twice, though that had never been her forte. Truly. Demons were too intelligent. Too wicked. With monsters, more often their acts stemmed from some bestial desire. A brutal hunger for flesh and mating. To fuck and breed and spawn anew. Like animals.

  Gods she remembered the time she’d taken a wulfen. She’d played its prey, allowing it to think she was just a simple village maiden lost, like his other victims. He’d thrown her to the ground, ripped off her clothes. She still remembered his swollen red member. Thick. Hot. Fairly burning as he forced her to suck him off. As he bent her forward and filled her cunt with his shaft, mating her with hungry thrusts of his tapering prick.

  Gods how she’d screamed that night as he took her. Fucked her. His hands engulfing her tits. Her moans ringing out under the full moon. She’d killed him, of course. But only after he came. His knot swelling within her, sealing his churning seed within her and, while he lay exhausted, she’d stabbed him in his black heart.

  It was so beastly hot! She panted, boiling in her leathers. She couldn’t take it anymore. Her head swimming, she fumbled with the buckles of her jacket and wrenched it open, sighing in relief as her plump teats were released, swelling into the hot air. Her bra bound them up, already damp with milk.

  Her cunt tingled. Did she dare? She had to. She was on the verge of passing out. Stumbling, she pulled off her pants, stepping out of them with a sigh of relief, her pussy aching in her thin panties. Oh. They were slick too. Little wonder. Her cunny was aching to be filled once more. Begging to be mated with.

  Sanna put a hand to her brow. Focus. She had to focus. She had to keep moving forward. One step at a time. One step at a time. Just focus on that. Focus on that, because that scent was so strong. So overpowering. So sweet and pungent and filling her with such aching that her thoughts spun in a mad tumble.

  She staggered forward some more. Just keep moving. Just keep moving. Had to get… get to the end of the tunnel. Had to reach the others. Had to get back to Ctharne. Ctharne. Where so many monsters waited. Hungry. Eager to breed. To breed her.

  Oh… Oh. She realized her hand had slipped under her panties. Was teasing her hot cunt. Oh goodness. Oh gods. Sanna bit her lip, panting hotly. Stroking herself with eager neediness. Her breasts were so heavy. So full and fat with milk. Oh gods. She needed to milk herself. She needed to fuck.

  She barely realized she’d reached the end of the passage. She stepped through it, gaping stupidly. A huge chamber lay before her. The walls had the fleshy texture she’d noticed before, but all her attention was on the floor. Pits had been dug in the earth, and in them swollen grub-like creatures slithered about.

  She found a nesting site. A place where the grubs were born. Where the scent had radiated so thickly from. She inhaled deeply, taking in more. Every breath sending hot, tingling desire racing through her to her very bones. Gods. Gods she was so hot.

  She took a step forward. Stumbled. She staggered into one of the pits and collapsed, panting as she leaned back against the edge. Her full teats heaved, pale cream dribbling from her thick nipples. Her legs lay akimbo, baring her drooling cunt.

  As she lay there, her mind empty, blank but for the sensation of need, she heard a low buzzing. It tickled at the edge of her awareness. Slowly, Sanna raised her head.

  The be
etle-like creatures hummed over her. Copies of the one which Pata had slain, albeit in one piece. They hovered in the air, looking down on her, their grasping limbs twitched.

  But all that really drew the huntress’s eyes were the swelling ovipositors beneath them.

  Her heart quickened. Her thighs were slick with her arousal. Every breath came in a pant, and took in more of that sweet air. She realized her sword was gone. Dropped at some point. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Nothing… but this.

  The drones descended slowly, landing before her, stalking near. She shivered as she felt their limbs touch her legs. Her arms. She gasped as their grasping claws tore open her bra, her panties, baring her luscious curves.

  “Oh… oh gods… my mates… Yes…”

  Her vision swam. Her head was pounding. But her body knew what was needed of her. Her fertile core hummed with need. One of the monsters crawled onto her stomach. She felt the swollen tip of its ovipositor against her cunt. Felt it push in.

  “Mmnnnn!” she moaned, throwing back her head, crying out softly as the anorax filled her. As its ovipositor swelled with its first egg and pushed against her gaping cunt.

  “Oh yessss! Please! Breed me! Oh gods. Gods! Ahhhh!”

  She came, gasping, quivering as that pearly egg pushed itself into her hot quim. Up her rippling pussy, and into her hungry womb. She cried out again as the second egg pressed against her. Into her.

  “Oooooh!” she moaned as two of the slithering grubs climbed onto her chest, their sucking mouths latching on to her milky teats. She tossed her head, hair fanning out as they sucked at her rich, thick cream. Drinking with eager hunger her warm milk.

  “Yesssss!” she moaned, cradling the squirming horrors to her tits, her hips moving as egg after egg was stuffed into her fertile depths. “Oh gods! Yessss! Breed me! Oh fuck! Yes! Fill me with it! Don’t stop! Yes! Give me your young. Give them to me! Oh gods. Gods! Mnnnn!”

  Her cries rang out in the breeding chamber, joining to chorus of the rest, their cries of ecstasy as they took their master’s spawns. As their minds were eroded by the thick miasma that stuffed the room. Consuming them in lust. In hunger. In ample, fertile desires the likes of which none had none. The endless pleasures as they were milked and mated. As their stomachs swelled with eggs and they came with panting moans.