Viridian Queen

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by Dragon Cobolt


  God, it feels way too good… she thought – then shook her head, trying to clear it as her head spines all went slack. “4498!” She moaned.

  “I figure if I have to understand the deviant communist mind, then I must learn as quickly as possible,” 4498 said, his voice nervous as his tentacle began to slowly slid out of her sex, each tiny ridge-line of the segmented appendage bumping against her G-spot. Sparks flared before Sarah’s eyes and she gasped as her head almost brushed against the snowy ground. Her eyes closed tight and she moaned wantonly as the tentacle came almost entirely out of her sex, the very tip of it pressed against the smooth folds of her cunt. Then he plunged down again with a wet slurp noise and Sarah grunted, deep in her throat. “Is this working?”

  “Christ, yes...” Sarah moaned. She had just gotten fucked, hard, by Aiden. But her body was already wanting more. And the feeling of the two tentacles using her was finding a deep part of her brain and flipping every switch there. She shook her head. “I mean...I...y-you should a-hhh!” She moaned, her back arching again as a third tentacle came close to her sex as well – and then it opened and a smaller, more nimble tentacle emerged and brushed against the dark green-black nub of her clit. Pleasure ached through her body as a fourth tentacle wrapped around her other ankle, spreading her legs wider as the tentacle in her cunt began to fuck her with more and more speed now, the wet, slippery noises filling her ears – almost as lewd as her desperate moans.

  “Yes...I think I’m beginning to understand...” 4498 murmured as his smaller tentacle wrapped around her clit and buzzed. At first, the buzz was gentle. But as if he was able to tell how tough she was, the buzzing got more and more intense. Where a human woman would have gasped out in pain, the only thing Sarah got was pleasure, even when the buzzing got loud enough and hard enough to make her belly quiver. Her eyes rolled back into her head and the tentacle slipped out of her cunt with a wet pop as she wailed in bliss. A thin stream of pale girlcum spurted out of her, arcing into the air, then pattering down onto her breasts and her face as she was dangled from a pair of tentacles.

  Sarah drew in deep, gasping lungfuls. “ Christ what is with Beta level intelligence?” Gasp gasp. “And tentacles?” Gasp gasp. “And me and tentacles?”

  But then the tentacle that had been thrusting into her pussy came back – it had adjusted its shape with a quick shimmer of nanotechnology. Now, rather than merely a smooth, seeking appendage, the member that prodded against her sex was distinctly cock shaped, with the bulbous head of a glans rubbing against her labia, spreading her slightly. 4498 gasped softly, his vocoder rising up to an almost mechanical squeal as his tentacles tightened around her ankles.

  “Did you lathe in nerve endings?” Sarah asked, her eyes slightly out of focus.

  “Maybe...”

  “Well, then...” Sarah murmured. “Go to town.”

  This is to distract him! She thought. No other reason!

  “Mmm, to town you say?”

  Two more tentacles wrapped around her wrists, then, tugging her and shifting her as the tentacles around her wrists dropped forward, so that she was suspended almost like a hammock above the ground. Her sex dripped with arousal as her head spines drew taut against her head. Sarah’s breath sped up as she watched two tentacles, twining around one another, reaching down from above, both of them tipped with the thick cocks that 4498 had built for himself. They bifurcated at the last moment, so that one cock nestled against her cunt and the other against the tight, puckered rosebud of her ass. Sarah tensed – but then the cock pressing against her anus sprayed a thin layer of lubricant. But the lubricant had come from the depths of a nanotechnological maker. It wasn’t just any lube.

  It was smart lube.

  Sarah mewled as she felt the lube wriggling against her, drawing close and slicking her ass up with an almost malicious glee. She had barely enough time to adjust to that feeling before both tentacles pushed in, burying the cocks up into her almost up to the ‘wrist’ - so to speak. Sarah’s eyes fluttered shut as she clenched her jaw. The feeling of being filled twice over set her whole body to tensing up, her muscles drawing taut as she ground her teeth together against the wanton moan that wanted to sneak up and out of her throat. Her breasts swayed ever so slightly, a counterpoint to the side to side rocking of her body in the tentacle’s grasp.

  She had just enough time to thank god for her enhanced musculature and her super-strong bone structure. A normal human, she was sure, would be dislocating something by this point.

  Then Sarah had no time for anything but the bliss as the tentacles began to piston into her sex and her ass, alternating with one another in a perfect, machine-rhythm. No human lover could have fucked her like this – and in some ways, a human lover would have been better. They’d have been able adjust themselves, to alternate their pattern. There would not have just been the eternal, continuous fucking of a machine. But in that eternity, there was a dark, delicious pleasure, one of being controlled and used . Sarah felt like she was less a woman in 4498’s grasp and more of a cog in his machine – a machine built for pleasure and for fucking . Her spine arched as she lost her ability to keep her moans inside of her. Her head rolled back and she let every filthy word out of her mouth.

  “Fuck me, you fucking machine, fuck my dirty alien pussy, god, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She shuddered as her juices dripped around the tentacle plunging into her, slathering the tentacle blow as it thrust into her tightening ass. Her eyes closed and she mewled as two smaller tentacles – extruded purely for this task from the silvery, oblong disk that was 4498’s body. Those wrapped around her breasts, squeezing them, fondling them, teasing her skin with the tips of each tentacle. They flicked against her nipples and Sarah hissed through clenching teeth. “Fuck my ears!”

  Those words shocked her to her core.

  Sarah had been fucked by tentacles twice before. The second time had been by Hailee, the smutty beta-level intelligence that controlled the Excalibur . The first, though?

  Memories it flickered through Sarah’s memory, despite herself.

  Memories of being shoved into the biopit of the Claw. Memories of being surrounded by the thick, amber fluid of their biomanipulative slime. Memories of the tentacles, directed by the Eye, the hivemind that had exterminated who knows how many alien civilizations and wished to do the same to humanity. Those tentacles had brought her bliss . But it hadn’t been bliss she had wanted. It had been...well, her mind shied away from the word rape . But it had been, hadn’t it? That might be why she didn’t want to voice that word, to tag that memory with that thought, because she had liked it. And didn’t that just make it worse?

  And yet…

  One of the moments she thought of, that she sometimes imagined when another man’s cock was inside of her, when Aiden was doing her…

  One of the smaller tentacles darted forward.

  It plunged into her ear.

  Sarah’s mouth opened and she froze, her body trembling. There was no pain from the penetration. Instead...it...it felt…

  “Did you say ear?” 4498 asked, pausing in his thrusting and his groping. Sarah felt shame and confusion both exploding inside of her. This was fun . This was her own choice. This wasn’t like what the Eye had done to her. But...the words had popped out because a part of her had liked what the Eye had done. She blushed, furiously. What the fuck did that say about her sanity? She opened her mouth, to lie to 4498, to tell him to ignore what she had said. But then her mouth closed.

  “No,” she said, slowly.

  “Okay! I thought I must have misheard you!” He said, cheerfully.

  “N-No, I mean...” Sarah blushed, then shook her head. “I’m not letting that bastard take anything from me.”

  “...the who?”

  “Fuck my ears!” She said, her voice firm. “Ram your sexy tentacles into my head and fuck my brain silly . Leave me an eager, quivering, drooling little cum dump!” Her voice was growing more and more eager. “Then label me a breeding slut and march me
around camp and let every male in it dump his cum into my pussy! Then-” She blushed, closing her mouth.

  A long silence filled the air, save for the soft whirr of the wind generators.

  “Wow. You really are good at understanding communists!” 4498 said.

  Sarah giggled, shyly. “I...had no idea...” She blinked, slowly.

  Where had that come from? She thought. But...the realization came to her, in a shining moment of realization. She’d been pretty sexually repressed her entire life. She wasn’t sure if it was because she had hated her own body (though she had) while being surrounded by advertisements for beauty products (which hadn’t helped) while also living in a society that made meeting people and carrying on relationships almost impossible due to constantly shuffling work shifts. But now? Now she was a walking sex goddess , designed to seduce and kill. It was heady.

  But...she…

  God, the idea of just being depowered and used as a fucktoy was so goddamn hot at the moment.

  “I’m taking a negative memory and using it as the basis for a pleasant future sexual roleplay!” Sarah exclaimed, her eyes widening.

  “Oooh!” 4498 said. “So, do you...want me to...cause, I mean, I don’t have the medical knowledge to actually do selective brain damage that would produce the effects you want. I’d actually just, uh, kill you. Sorry.”

  Sarah blushed and laughed. “Thanks for the…” She paused fractionally. “ Heads up ?” She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows fiercely at 4498.

  4498 burst out laughing. His tentacles swayed from side to side a bit as he bobbed around and Sarah yelped as her ankles almost slipped out of his grip – then his tentacles released her, properly. First, he let go of her ankles, then pushed her arms up above her head and released her there. That left her kneeling on the snow, blinking in shock. 4498 growled, his voice suddenly quite grim sounding. “I suppose that means, to truly understand a communist, I will have to do some... in depth probing.”

  His two smaller tentacles brushed against her ears. Sarah’s eyes widened. “O-Oh no!” she said, trying to sound terrified and not horny as fuck. “I’m terrified!”

  4498 paused. “I-I was just kidding!” he stammered.

  “No! I was kidding too!” Sarah said. “I mean, playing along!”

  “Ooooh!” 4498 said. “So, uh, when you say oh no, you mean-”

  “I mean oh yes!” Sarah said, nodding.

  “Okay!” 4498 took a completely unneeded breath. “So, commie. Are you ready for the mind probe?” He asked, one of his big tentacles reached out and wrapping around Sarah’s throat. Her fluttering excitement ratcheted up to a point where she was nearly dizzy. It was a bit like actually being choked, but without the actual choking part. The tentacle tightened even more as he growled. “Too bad. I’m not asking.”

  Sarah opened her mouth – and then one of his tentacles plunged into her right ear. The pressure of it was colder and fiercer than her memories of the Eye. His tentacle squirmed against the deepest part of her ear, as if it was finding the pressure too intense. Sarah drew in a sharp gasp, a bit of pain flaring. Then there was a harder push and she heard the slick pop of it entering into her brain. Pleasure washed through her as her right eye scrunched up and her jaw dropped. A bit of drool came out of her lip as she found herself unable to even string thoughts together, let alone words. She could feel the tentacle within her – pressing up against her gray matter. She felt it bifurcating, then bifurcating again, wire thin tendrils reaching into her brains.

  “Mmm, that’s a tight ear. Virgin tight.” 4498 growled, then pressed the other tentacle against her mouth, wiping up the drool. “What a dumb little slut you are right now. Can you even speak?”

  “Hnn...uh...” Sarah mumbled, her eyes half closed. The tentacle that mockingly brushed against her lips skidded along her jaw, then came up to her other ear. She made a nose somewhere between an ‘unnnh’ and a ‘gnnhh’ as it pressed there.

  “I’ve gotta get a complete scan to learn every last bit of communist secrets in your pretty little head,” 4498 growled.

  The pressure again. Sarah’s toes curled and her back arched as her breasts rose into the air with the movement, her nipples hard enough to cut steel. She clenched her jaw and mewled stupidly as the tentacle drew back without having penetrated into her head. Then it plunged in deeper, its partner wriggling in. She wasn’t quite sure how she heard the wet squelch of the other tentacle penetrating into her head, meeting the first, the two of them touching against one another inside of her own gray matter. Sarah’s eyes rolled back and she came. She came hard . Her whole body trembled as her cunt tightened and she drooled openly, stupidly.

  “Fucking commie...” 4498 growled. One of his dick tipped tentacles looped around, then plunged into her sex, filling her as another slid down to press against her anus and shoved into that. A third whipped around, coiling around her throat alongside the first. The cock brushed against her lips, barely registering on the pleasure blazing through her. Then that cock slipped into her lips, making her airtight. Or so she thought – until two smaller tentacles went up her nose, plunging into her brain and completely fastening her head up tight.

  Then 4498 began to fuck .

  And pure, pure white filled Sarah’s eyes.

  ***

  Sarah woke slowly. She was sprawled on a large, rectangular bed, which had clearly been fabricated out of the basic pattern. That meant that the back was hard and the pillow was lumpy. But it still felt decadently glorious on her body, which felt battered and slightly bruised. She ached all over – from her jaw to her sex to her ass to her breasts. But it was the most pleasant ache she had felt in some time. It was the ache of a good, solid, hardcore fucking. She smiled, ever so slightly, then sat up a bit. She blinked as she felt a bit of liquid dribbling from her ear. She put her finger there and found that it was a tiny bit of white cum. She giggled, softly.

  “Wow,” she whispered. “Talk about a cumbrain.”

  The bed she was on had been fabricated in the middle of the snow field – and there was only the solitary metal extractor and the three wind generators. 4498 moved into view, hovering up from the ground and suspending himself on a trio of tentacles. His red iris filled her vision as he leaned forward.

  “Are you okay!?” He asked. “I was fucking you like you liked, but then, I, then I...I was worried-”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Sarah held up her hand, blushing. “My body has a regenerative system. It only kicks on if I take a lot of damage all at once – and it causes me to...get really hot.”

  “Like, even bigger boobs?” 4498 asked.

  “No, like, exothermic,” Sarah said, giggling quietly. “Did I emit a bunch of extra waste heat?”

  4498 paused. “No.”

  “Okay,” Sarah said, slowly. “Did I just cum a lot, then go to sleep?”

  “Yes!” 4498 said, brightening.

  “Then that means you did good, 4498,” Sarah said, patting the oblong disk of his body. “So, how long was I out?”

  “Um ten minutes, I think,” 4498 said, his tentacles drawing taut in nervous shame.

  Oh no, Sarah thought. That’s not nearly enough time! How else could I…

  She blinked.

  “4498, did you build yourself a cock?” she asked, looking at the underside of his shiny belly.

  “...yes...”

  In the end, it took twelve hours for 4498 to build his first airplane factory.

  Chapter Four: Sarah Becomes a Generalissimo

  The airforce that crested the horizon and flew above Haven was not the largest that Sarah had ever seen. But in 4498’s defense, he had been more than a little bit distracted: The time between the construction of the first factory and the finalization of his airforce had involved Sarah introducing him to the concepts of ‘oral’ and ‘breathplay’ and several other ideas that occurred to her in the hazy, half-drunk attitude of the desperately horny.

  But there was a limit to even Sarah’s depravity.


  And so, she was now nestled up against 4498 as he hunkered down on the largest of the flying craft, a heavily armored, quad winged VTOL that cut through the air in the exact same way a brick launched from a catapult might. Around it buzzed the half a dozen strategic bombers that he had constructed, each one packed full of heavy ordinance. It was an almost ludicrous amount of weaponry to bring to bear on a settlement the size of Haven. Sarah felt her guts knotting in nervous tension as she leaned past the edge of the dashboard on the flying machine that she was settled in – she saw people down there.

  Then her eyes focused, refined themselves, and the ‘people’ bloomed before her. She had to bite her own knuckle to not let a giggling snort escape her – her eyes half closed as she scrunched forward.

  “What is it?” 4498 asked.

  “Nothing!” Sarah said.

  Haven was populated entirely by sex toy mannequins. They had been hastily set up around the town and posed in various picaresque poses and risque situations. But they were also definitely not people. 4498 swept out one tentacle in a commanding way.

  “Light them up!”

  The bombers around them bucked in the air, like their engines had suddenly become twice as powerful. Their wings sparkled as the impact casing around their bombelettes was shed in a haze of fine dust. The bombs themselves were tiny disks, each one blinking with a small red guidelight, and they clustered down towards Haven. The roaring sound of their detonations reached Sarah, attenuated and thinned by the distance between her and them. Blossoming flowers of orange flame ripped apart the ground and sent one of the structures arcing into the air, before it crashed back down. Rubble was strewn throughout the canopy of the jungle, and when the smoke cleared, all that was left was a glassy crater that had once been Haven. The plateau that it sat upon now looked more like a volcanic caldera – an effect not lessened by the smoke that drifted away from the wreck and the run, like the hair of a ghost.

 

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