Suddenly a giant black spiky mass whipped its way out of the sand and slithered its way over to the group at alarming speed.

"Run!" Both Hans and the Bronchean yelled.

They scrambled their way back to the edge of the jungle canopy but their predator was too fast.

As it approached the group could make it out as a sort of heavily armoured centipede like creature.

It thrust its head high in the air before opening its outer shell to reveal a black, decorated, armoured torso..

The creature's face was sharp, angular and predatory with a forked tongue that slid out of a smiling jaw that was host to hundreds of razor sharp teeth.

One couldn't help but notice its similarity to Jakaabs own face.

"Holy shit!" Bob yelled in terror as she loomed over the group.

The femme fatalé lunged down upon Jakaab who leapt out at Hans before he himself could escape.

"Help!" The poor Bronchean yelped as one of his suitors' pair of pinsirs grabbed hold of his tail.

Hans tried to pull the poor screaming Bronchean away and to safety but her grip was crushingly strong.

With a final guttural yelp, Jakaab detached his tail, leaving it to his viciously voracious courter and both he and Hans stumbled into the sand.

"Hurry up!" Bob yelled from under the canopy where he and the hynx waited.

The heinous horned harpy was gaining on them.

They nearly made it to the shadows that the trees on the oasis edge cast on the sand when Jakaab tripped over.

His clawed foot being dragged down by the hot sand.

"Help!" He yelped out, grabbing at Hans' jacket, pulling him back.

"No! Let go you idiot!"

The female Bronchean approached like a bullet train and as soon as it caught up to the two, it used two long sets of extendable, sharp pinsir like appendages to amputate both Hans and Jakaab's legs before dragging them into her bodice and retracting her armour over her body.

Sheathing her torso and her captives before burrowing deep into the sand.

A moment of silence ensued as Bob gathered his thoughts, panting like a mad dog.

"Holy shit! Every time!" Bob yelled in anxious fury.

The Hynx suddenly morphed back down to his original size and walked over to Bob before climbing on the man's shoulder and chittering in a reassuring manner.

"Well… I guess we have to go and get them now." He pulled himself up to his feet and trudged back into the oasis.

Meanwhile, Hans was enduring the pain of his legs slowly regrowing as well as the pain of Jakaab's unending screams.

The female gave a malign chuckle before they finally stopped moving.

She opened her armour and dropped her captives out onto the ground.

Hans noticed that the air was quite a bit cooler as a soft dry breeze hit his cheek.

He opened his eyes to see he was on a platform of a temple that was built into the bottom of a cavernous canyon.

Sunlight cut through and slightly illuminated the deep cavern that was littered with beautiful and ornate deep purple moonstone structures.

Jakaab began yelping again as the two of them noticed the thousands of sharp toothed, taloned, multi legged female broncheans.

They were regimented into groups and waited patiently idle around the platform.

"Oh will you be quiet!" Hans yelled at the hysterical Jakaab as he stood forcefully on his newly regrown legs.

"Ooh what is this!" Their kidnapper slithered around Hans with a viciously curious smile.

She sliced off his left hand with one of her hundreds of appendages that seemed to hide along her bodice.

"Ow '' Hans said duly, barely feeling the pain through all of the narcotics.

"Our snack can regenerate? Oh what a find! An infinite source of sustenance. Mother will be very pleased!" She hissed out in a much more sophisticated form of Bronchean than Jakaab was capable of.

"And you…" she slithered over to Jakaab, who changed to the purple colour of the moonstone he stood upon with a yelp.

"Hmmmm not much by the look of you… they keep getting weaker every mating season… but I suppose you will do. My my you lot have gotten so good at hiding any of you will do." She picked up Jakaab and began fondling him with all of her sharp, jagged appendages whilst giggling playfully.

"Oh you are a pathetic man… hey! Leave the poor guy be, he's had a rough day." Hans yelled out to the female, also in perfect Bronchean.

She looked at him and blushed in shock.

No male could speak with that tone to any female Bronchean, let alone her.

"Silence food! Just because you can speak like us doesn't mean you're allowed! Even though you are not Bronchean I know you're male! Males do not get to speak to us in such a tone!" The Bronchean dropped Jakaab and curled around Hans with anger, squeezing him untkl he turned purple in complexion.

"VARSSILLI!" A shrill voice pierced through the cavern.

Suddenly the organised groups of Broncheans parted to make way for a giant, goliath of a Bronchean.

She slowly slid her way up a ramp and up to the platform before retracting her torso covering armour.

She had the sharpest and most refined features, big black eyes with pout little purple lips and three rows of plump, voluptuous breasts down her torso.

"Mother…" Varsilli acknowledged with her face downcast in shame.

"Our glorious Queen Zaphiris!" The thousands of other Broncheans chanted in unison, making her name echo through the canyons as she held her head up high whilst her body shimmered in the dusk light that pirced down through the canyon.

"Varsilli, daughter dearest, what did I tell you about playing with our sperm?" She asked in a manner of calm reprimand.

Varsilli did not speak for a moment, her head still dropped in shame.

"Look me in the eyes and answer me." Zephiris ordered calmly.

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Varsilli looked up at her mothers coal black eyes.

"Do not give it more credit than it is due by speaking to it…" Varsilli answered with the manner of a toddler who had been told off.

"Very good, now. Fall in line." The queen ordered and Varsilli obliged, albeit at a speed slow enough to irritate but not slow enough to beget a response.

Zephiris rolled her eyes before moving closer to the prisoners.

She perused carefully, noticing how Hans' hand was regrowing right before her eyes.

"Hmmmmm…." She mumbled before snaking gracefull to Jakaab.

"Definitely a decrease in the quality of breeding material." The queen coiled around Jakaab who was far too terrified to even yelp anymore.

She used a smaller pair of pinsir like arms to inspect Jakaabs teeth, snout, eyes and ears.

She moved to inspect the rest of his body, scoffing at his weak musculature and thin bones.

"No matter, our scientists can edit the female genomes…" she muttered to herself.

She then moaned before rubbing her breasts against his body.

Jakaab immediately flushed red and his pupils widened.

His penis shot up and out of its sand protective sheath.

He yelped and looked down, as if it was the first time he had ever seen it.

"What… doing… you…" Jakaab stuttered out in a petrified whisper.

She quickly grabbed it and twisted it around as she studied it methodically, much to Jakaabs displeasure.

"Well at least your pathetic sex can still get one thing right…" she said before she slid it into her vagina with a moan.

Jakaab let out a short yelp of unexpected pleasure.

Hans watched in horrified disbelief, despite his muddy state of consciousness.

The queen then began to squeeze Jakaab in her coil and then release, over and over again in a rhythm that began slowly and sped up.

He kept yelping out in a confused bark of pain and pleasure whilst the queen's face went soft and she moaned with a smile that almost seemed like an expression of love.

Every other Bronchean in the cavern merely watched in silence.

After a moment her moans turned louder and louder and eventually turned to loud expressions of pleasure as her torso gyrated and writhed in euphoric pleasure whilst her long, coiled body continued to rhythmically squeeze Jakaab into movement.

His yelps became louder as well, but despite his trauma a red hued smile spread across his snout.

"Me… love… you… me… love!" He panted out between squeezes.

Eventually they both climaxed.

Ziphiris with a loud satisfied moan and Jakaab with a series of loud high pitched yelps.

Jakaab looked into her eyes dreamily.

"Love… my Queen…" he said, exasperated by the experience.

She chuckled mirthlessly.

"Of course you do, darling." She kissed him lightly on the tip of the snout before detaching herself from him and dropping him to the floor.

She then slid over to Hans.

"You…you are an outsider but you speak our language? What are you?" She asked matter of factly, already detached from the spectacle of procreation that had just passed.

Hans, blindsighted by her ambivalence and high as a deep orbit craft, took a moment before responding.

"Answer me outsider!" She ordered.

"Just a guy- I mean person! Just a person who got lost… so if you wouldn't mind, I shall be leaving now…" he said before twirling around beginning to walk away.

The queen, not so much the type to leave and let be, quickly heaved her big long muscular body in front of the man, blocking his way.

"You are no regular human though… aren't you?" She asked.

"What, me? I'm as normal as you would find! Straight out of the old earth textbooks I am…" Hans responded with a nervous laugh to follow.

"Your right hand seems to say otherwise." She said with a smile.

"Hey listen queenie…" he began with a stronger tone but before he could finish, the queen coiled around him.

His eyes were at her second set of breasts as she looked down upon him.

"Food is becoming scarce in these hard times… you will prove very useful indeed." She said vindictively before squeezing him tightly and dropping him.

"Bound this pathetic excuse for a mate to the cornucopia of reproduction, bound our new everlasting meal near him as well! He can at least vicariously experience the pain all males should feel. And we shall dine after every fuck." She said with a sadistic sneer before slithering off to her daughter.

"Well hunted my dear, join me in my temple after you have been impregnated. I wish to speak about the new design murals for our temple walls." She said in a warm matronly tone before slithering serenely into the distance with her head held high.

Hans was still to annebreated to do anything other than stand there and accept this temporary fate.

What's the worst that could happen?

Varsilli ordered two other warrioress Broncheans to transport the two prisoners to a temple that was secluded underground.

Through hundreds of metres of ornate tunnels, they slithered to a large room that allowed the three moons of the planet to reflect light onto a cornucopia.

The cornucopia was a statue of a queen of old.

One could tell it was from aeons ago when evolution had not taken full hold.

The old queens features were softer and lighter and her musculature was far less pronounced than the jagged edged sirens that beset the two prisoner.

Its seemed to have been carved to hold a benign expression.

There was a statue slightly bigger facing the opposite direction but it was left to ruin into a state of piled rubble so there was no telling what it represented.

There were shackles that hung from the hands of the benevolent queen of moonstone but they looked newer in structure, as if they had been grafted on after the original statue was built.

Varsilli's lackeys tied the helplessly confused Jakaab to the cornucopia and threw Hans to the shadows at the edge of the chamber.

They bound him by the arms as well with some chain that they had brought along.

Jakaab's scaley skin stopped changing colour a while ago due to sheer emotional and physical exhaustion.

He was now a pale grey colour with blood shot eyes that popped out of his downcast head half open.

Varsilli then detached her armour to expose her bare naked torso and mounted the legless Jakaab.

Both she and her soldiers all took turns fornicating with the poor Bronchean before the princess redressed and moved to Hans.

"This is very hungry work." She said with a mirthless chuckle before tearing off one of Hans' new legs and devouring it in front of the man.

"Ow! You know you're getting a bit predictable in your sadism." Hans taunted in slurred speech.

The princess scowled at him before beseeching her inferiors to try some of the new delicious snack.

They both gladly obliged.

After the three Broncheans grew tired of playing with their food and mate, they fed the two and gave them water before leaving.

Hans was now merly a drugged torso, bound by his arms to the corner of the room.

Jakaab's soul had left his body.

He no longer yelped nor struggled.

He was merely a broken body with nothing but his raw, chaffed erection left to define him as a being.

"Hans…" he whispered out hoaresly.

"Yeah buddy…" Hans answered with blurry articulation.

"Kill… kill me… kill me please…" the poor Bronchean rasped out before falling out of consciousness.