I slouched a little, tired. It had been a long day. Dr. Arbor had been wanting some tests done, I ended up running on a giant fucking hamster wheel. I don’t know why, but I did. I have no clue what it was about or even where she got such a thing. The point is, now I was hot and gooey, the insides of my carapace were all moist and I just wanted to take a long shower.

I opened the door to my lair or rather living area. There was a recreation room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and of course a bedroom. It was moderately decorated. There was a nice leather couch and a T.V. so I had that going for me. Something had changed in here since last I was here, I could smell it. My antennae flipped about zeroing in on the foreign aroma. I bent over and picked up one of the rose petals that formed a vague trail through my house… they led off to the bedroom. Hmm, doesn’t smell like Xava, though this scent is familiar. Who the fuck broke into my house and scattered all this romantic crap everywhere?

I followed the sprinkled path and opened my bedroom door. The roses led straight to the bed and the Adonis-like man that lay upon it nearly naked, a bright red bulge between his legs and a rose in his mouth. Gleaming blue eyes, rugged chin, and that short black hair. I knew that hunkasaurous rex anywhere. It could be only one man. B-B-Boris?! I slammed the door shut. My hearts beating wildly from that manly musk that had assailed me the moment the door had been opened. Maybe I imagined it? I cracked the door open again and my eyes were leveled with succulent man meat. It was right in front of me. He had moved!

I flopped back and he opened the door, looking at me questioningly. I gulped, I had to otherwise I would be drooling. I pointed at him, “What are you doing here?!”

He replied, a sheen coming off of his glistening pectorals, “I heard you were feeling down.”

“You are a Villain!”

“I am not here on business. This is personal matter.”

I eyed him, still backing away. How did he even get in here? “What do you want?”

“I love you Vesper!” he exclaimed frolicking towards me, like, like some school girl in love. Ghah! There were sparkles coming off from his oiled skin. The, the nipples!

“Why?!”

I screeched, running in circles not sure what the hell to do as this hot slab of trouble was chasing after me. This went on for a minute or so, circling around the living room couch all while he was happily laughing. I wasn’t running all out and he wasn’t really chasing me either… this is just getting silly. I slowed and he made his move. Boris pounced like a panther grappled onto my legs.

“Get off of me!?” I hissed at him, punching him in the face, it didn’t do a damned thing. Damned you Super Endurance! I don’t think he really even felt it.

I struggled and managed to crawl, dragging us towards the door. Just as I got there it opened and there was Xava, my savior! I had never been so happy to see that doll-like face and nurse outfit before. She looked down, quizzically tilting her head, “What strange courtship behavior you have Vesper.”

“What? Xava save me!”

“Save you? I thought you would like this though? Did I misinterpret?”

“What are you talking about?!”

“I thought you were attracted to Boris? Honestly, I can’t think of a more suitable mate. That was why I arranged this.”

I stared at her blankly and looked back and the man who caressing my smooth armored leg, “Wait, you arranged this?”

“Yes. I can’t exactly inseminate you, now can I?”

Well, that was true. She wasn’t a man after all, even if she did attach a monster dong and fuck my brains out that didn’t change the fact that it was a machine in the end. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

She laid her hand on her face, “I thought it would be a nice surprise.”

It was certainly a surprise. “But Xava, I don’t wanna cheat on you.”

She thought it over, “I don’t mind in this instance. Though I understand your apprehension. Think of it as artificial insemination through a meat dildo?”

“Xava, that is just weird.”

“I suppose? Still, it is a little cruel to get his hopes up like this. Just enjoy this, think of it as a treat, a reward for being such a good girl. I am sure he will be happy to do whatever you tell him to.”

“You will do what I say?” I said, looking back at him.

Boris nodded enthusiastically. So it was like that? Whatever I want eh? Well, I could think of a few things.

Xava nodded, “If that settles everything, then I will be on my way. Have fun you two. If this pleases you then I will be sure to make it a regular development.”

“Oh, ok,” I said vaguely, still processing all of this.

Xava left, closing and locking the door so that we would not be interrupted.

“Alright, alright, that is enough of that.” I said, pointing at him, “there needs to be some ground rules here.”

Boris let me go and I stood up. He was on his knees obediently waiting. He looked up at me expectantly and shivers ran down my spine. Oh, oh boy… this is more troublesome than I thought that it would be. It is dangerous, don’t look at me like that! What the hell do I even want him to do? I am the one in charge so, ah I know.

“Umm… ok call me Queen.”

“Yes, my Queen,” he said without hesitation. A sudden jolt went through me and my vents crept open a little.

Oh, fuck me that is hot. I wet myself a little there, I didn’t even have to look to know that I was dripping a bit. I gulped, “Since I am our Queen… it is your duty to, to serve me!”

“Yes, my Queen,” he nodded eagerly.

Damn it, Boris! I bit my lip seeing his tenting speedo. Ah shit, I was blanking out on what I wanted him to do to me. I couldn’t just have him fuck me, that would be a waste. I mean, how often do I get to be in charge? Usually, I am strapped down like an animal so that I don’t break things.

I sat upon the couch, crossing legs, “Show me your devotion! Massage me, my, my man slave.” I declared.

“As you wish, my Queen,” said Boris crawling before me.

His strong hands rubbed my legs. Working up the smooth carapace. Mmhmm, that was nice. Though it was a little lacking due to them not being too sensitive to touch. Yes, that is it. His hands slid up and down my thighs gently and yet firmly. He carried on, getting up to the knees and his fingers stroked at the softer joints. He kept stroking and petting the more sensitive area until my legs started twitching. A crack and dripping sound came about as my abdomen opened with arousal.

He went for it, but I wagged my finger and pulled his face away. “Not yet.”

I am surprised he was so obedient as he nodded, “My Queen?”

I stood, pacing around him, eyeing him like the succulent piece of meat he was. I motioned with my finger, down. And he did, laying down on his back. I could feel the arousal swelling inside of me. It was so hot, I just wanted to mount him and ride his cock. But I restrained myself. Held myself back. It would feel so much better after a bit of teasing and playing. I would have to resist until I couldn’t stand it anymore. Yes, that would feel the best.

I lowered myself until the abdomen lay on the ground behind me and my ass was seated upon my new throne. Yes, his face. My legs curled so that I was on my knees and smirked, watching his poor neglected erection, flagging and twitching in his tight underwear. I will play with that in a bit.

“Eat my ass slave,” I growled, rubbing against him.

His arms grabbed my thighs and he buried his face between my cheeks. I jumped a little at his voraciousness, but he pulled me back down. His thick, blunt tongue worked the crease in my armor. I shuddered as he wordlessly worshiped my ass. My hips moved, grinding against him as my vets opened, allowing the heated vapor to rise. It plumed as my arousal did and I leaned forward to reward my faithful servant.

With a single motion, I ripped his speedo off and freed his beast. It throbbed in the air as I wet my lips. Tentatively, I touched it with my antennae, drinking in, savoring his musk. They coiled around it, teasing the head, canvassing it. The heat was even spreading into my head pouring in from my feelers. They worked the shaft, stroking it slowly and as I did, he doubled his efforts.

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Hmm, it just wasn’t what I remember… I suppose applying human anatomy to this is just wrong. Getting your ass eaten just isn’t the same if there is no hole there after all. Like this, I probably wasn’t ever going to get off. Sitting up straight, I pat his hands, causing him to let go. I shimmied forward, dragging myself along his firm muscles until I sat on his chest. My abdomen curled up and opened fully revealing my slobbering sexes. They twitched and squirmed as I lowered it, knowing he would attack it like some wild beast… I was not disappointed.

It hardly got to feel his heated breath before he grappled it and brought it to his face. His tongue slapped against it. Pressing and prodding at the varied holes. My vents fluttered, washing him in my mating musk. His burly hands grasped at my soft and sensitive flesh, squeezing the sides of my exposed abdomen. I moaned, trembling as he continued to press the attack.

My eyes closed for a moment, “Ooohh, yes that is it. Eat me out. I, I, your Queen demands it.”

I figured he was going to be good at this, but not this good! The stubble on his chin tickled as he shook his head like a starved animal. Oh, oh! What are you even doing down th- He, he bit me! He lightly tugged at my engorged flesh, licking it, caressing it with his mouth. Lavishing and polishing my pussy. He was really getting into this.

Like, like this I was going to gush at any moment. I bit my lip, I didn’t want it to end so quickly. I, I had to get my mind off of it. My eyes locked onto his raging erection and I bent forward, nuzzling it, licking it and my tongue slapped it, coiling around it. It snaked up to the tip wiggling, which caused him to falter for a moment, but it was only a moment. Yes, that is it, let me reward you. Oooh this, this manly flavor. So salty and bitter, but it was to my liking. It was so raw and masculine.

My mouth opened wide, working the hinges so that I could properly fit this mammoth member in. It was bigger than a Pringles can. Not the biggest in terms of toys that I have had, but it made up for that from the feel and texture, it throbbed obscenely in my grasp. So, so lewd… I love it. My lips kissed the tip and slowly I slid down the shaft. He let out a grunt and thrust his hips, stabbing it down my throat. I shuddered, eyes nearly rolling.

It was wonderful. I swallowed and swallowed like a snake, side to side, tilting my head as I took the last few inches in. My lower hands coiled around and squeeze his butt and the upper pair held his hips so that he couldn’t thrust again. Bad, bad boy, I am in charge here. I sat there, my throat enjoying the feeling of fullness as the tongue swirled around his cock like a car wash… no, I suppose my mouth is a dickwasher. Fufu.

I slurped, pulling up on his throbbing meat. My abdomen pressed harder against his mouth, puffing up as my lady boner was engorging. I could feel it and rubbed it, wanting to take his mouth. Boris slid his tongue in and out of it, causing the hole to tremble. I gulped down on his member as my own wiggled at his lips. After a moment I pushed in. It was so wet and warm.

I let go of his hips and they started hammering at my face. His cock slammed in and out of its new home. My freed hands slipped down and started massaging his balls. Every thrust caused more and more saliva to pour out of my hungry maw. It oozed down, getting him all nice and wet and gooey. My hands squeezed and fondled to their heart’s content as his own did. He strangled my exposed abdomen. Squeezing and stroking the mass of sensitive flesh. My whole body shook as an orgasm rocked through me.

He jerked from the sudden explosion of liquid, gushing into his mouth. I felt him gulping it and his hip thrusts increased, slamming and pounding my throat. The wet schlicking of my mouth being battered filled the air and my eyes went cross several times. He shuddered, throbbing with need. All four of my arms wrapped around him and I pulled myself all the way down, locking them so that he couldn’t escape. His raging boner pulsed with his heartbeat and as I held it there, he finally came as well.

His heated seed flowed powerfully blasting the depths of my throat. The muscles worked it all down, swallowing and devouring his load. We were connected for a while longer before I tumbled off to the side panting. I needed a bit of breather after that one. He recovered faster than I did and he coiled around me, hugging me.

“I love you, my Queen.” He whispered in my antennae as they poked at him.

I vented. Ah crap, I am going to fall in love with you at this rate.

My hand reached between his legs and started stroking his already rock hard cock that was hot dogging my ass cheeks. My fingers pressed and rubbed it while my hips slowly ground against him. One of his strong hands cupped at my hardened chest, but the other reached and grasped my throbbing ovipositor. I trembled meekly as he started stroking it. His thick fingers got into the folds, ruffling them as he went. I started panting and he nibbled on my antennae.

This was nice, but I had a better idea. I released him and pulled away, even though it felt good to get diddled. He seemed distressed that I had rejected his advances, looking at me like an abandoned puppy… don’t you do that to me! I had to hold myself back.

“Come, my loyal servant, your Queen has a task for you,” I said, swaying my abdomen as I walked away from him, toward the bathroom. I crooked a finger seductively, drawing him in.

Boris followed with vigor and without question. The bathroom was white and black tiled. At the far end was a large upraised tub and a shower head on the wall. He stared down my assortment of toys as though they were rivals. The Stallion and Black Thunder foremost on his sizing up. It reminded me of how cocks- er, I mean roosters puffed up ready to fight. I shooed him from getting jealous over those, I mean they were bigger than him, though most were not human in anatomy. It is hard to compete against such unrealistic proportions.

I gathered a little washbasin and the various things used for cleaning. I led him over to the tub and presented myself before him opening all of my plates to expose every last piece of my vulnerable flesh, “Wash me. I have been a very dirty girl and need to be cleaned.”

Boris nodded, “Da, right away my Queen!”

He picked up the loofah and dunked it into the soapy water. He brandished it like a weapon and approached. I shivered in anticipation. I knew damn well how good it felt to get cleaned, oftentimes, having to restrain myself from full-blown masturbating, and I could only assume it would be even better if someone else did it. I licked my lips and he rubbed the scratchy sponge onto my pale flesh. Ecstasy scurried up my spine and squirmed needily.

“Yes, that is good Boris… get in the folds,” I purred happily.

His hand worked the shaft of that wooden scrubber like a pro and it got into places that even I had trouble getting to. His free hand rubbed my back, pressing against the knots of the spine. My chest shook as I purred, slumping so that my ass held up my abdomen. Oh fufu, I will have to have Xava give me some sponge baths some time. I lounged about as he diligently scrubbed and lathered my flesh. He got the plates clean and even the insides of the hinges!

My leg started kicking out uncontrollably in bliss as he found a particular spot that was positively orgasmic. I didn’t need to say anything, and he brought his free hand down, pressing, kneading my soft flesh until I spurt. I smiled mindlessly as he went about cleaning out all of my ruffles and folds under the carapace. All that grime and sweat was gone. I stretched, laying there as he worshiped my body like his goddess. Mmhmmm this is nice. A girl could get used to this sort of thing. I had forgotten what it felt like to get pampered.

Ohh, maybe I should get a manicure, have them clip my claws, or go to a spa and soak in that special mud they have. A sauna would be lovely too. Too bad we don’t have onsens here in America. I moaned as all my fatigue drained away. This is the life! I, I might have to keep him… well, who knows? I would have to ask Xava, but she did already approve, didn’t she?

Boris turned the water on and brought the showerhead down. The hot water sprayed into the vents, rinsing out the lathered soap and all the dirt and grime. I trembled as he washed me so thoroughly. His fingers diligently worked and massaged my flesh at every turn. He got every nook and cranny. His strong hands rubbing down my carapace and cleansing as he went. I leaned against him, feeling tired and sleepy.

I started to nod off a little until he reached my egg slit. He tentatively scrubbed it. When I tensed, he stopped and pet it. He stroked my pussy, rubbing it, and gently slipping fingers into it. Spreading my hole and fondled the ruffles within. A gasp escaped my lips and I leaned into it, allowing him to go deeper. His fingers were swirling me now, twisting and churning my puffed up muff. He was hitting all the right places.

You shouldn’t feed such a gluttonous creature you know. It might bite back. That is it! Now you went and did it.

I pushed him down so that I was on top. I drooled with desire from both ends. My swollen egg slit pressed against his burly dick. It slipped and flopped about, rubbing all over him affectionately. Finally, I took the plunge. My pussy squelched and I nearly in orgasmed right then and there. The tube slurped and slid, gushing my desire for breeding. His hands locked onto my ass and I howled, taking it all in. The shower sprayer went wild and uncontrolled, flailing about as we ignored it.

My hips moved and I thrust all the way down, taking the full length of his member. He kissed me, our tongues wrestling and sloppily explored. I enjoyed the fullness of his man muscle for a moment longer, my insides coiling and compressing around it to better relish him. Slowly my abdomen bobbed up and then wiggled back down.

“Vesper!” cried out Boris before my tongue silenced him again with a full mouth kiss.

He had a nice thick cock. It was a good length too. The head scraped at my walls while the movements of my hunger grew faster. The wet slaps echoed as I went down on him harder. He slipped in and nearly out, his hand firmly squeezing my ass. He let one rise and then he slapped my booty making water spray and the taut muscles jiggle. I writhed in bliss, tightening around him. He smacked it again and I wiggled, I squirmed on his dick.

His hips started bucking below me and I latched onto his robust, muscular frame. My abdomen bounced with his movements, riding his wild bronco. I pulled away from our kiss, panting and purring as I clung to him. Nestling against his hardened chest. His heartbeat hammered almost as fast as his cock into my pussy. Rhythmically, I tightened and loosened when he pulled out and stabbed back in.

My claws tried to dig into his flesh, only managing to lightly scratch. He slammed it home, jamming my bitch button and I moaned. I went limp, shuddering as I came. He flopped me over on the side of the tub for a better angle and mounted me from behind. He cradled the abdomen and speared his cock into my depths. I dangled helplessly as he railed me from behind. His frantic thrusts grew more powerful. My tongue flopped about drooling with every thrust.

“Wait!” I mumbled.

He slapped my ass and I squealed, tightening around him. He kept plowing my fertile fields, slamming his tool into me. I squirmed, scrabbling at the floor as he mounted me harder. Oh, oh yes! He was rubbing my sacs at this angle. He held me down and thrust with all his might bottoming out, scraping the entrance to my womb. I lay defenseless as his seed poured into me. My insides came to life, rubbing and writhing with orgasmic bliss. My hungry hole milked his cock for all it was worth, squelching obscenely as the muscles stroked it up and down.

We sat there frozen for a bit as my pussy gorged itself. Finally, with a decadent plop he pulled out and my hole trembled, oozing his gooey love. It undulated and snapped shut, greedy to devour it all. Boris sat down for a moment, catching his breath. I lay, half in the tub, panting with my tongue floundering on the floor.

That was… lovely.

His hands grasped me again and he lifted me up so that I sat on his lap. I rubbed against his chest, nibbling at his nipple playfully. I traced a finger up his toned muscles and scratched him under the chin for a job well done.