Clementina - S04 E04

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Clementina - S04 E04

Read Story: SEASON 4 EPISODE 4

Hanging down below her abdomen was an accordian-like thick cock-ish 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. 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 Rosle said. "I have no name."

You do now, baby," said Ona. "Now come here and give your queen some of that freaky bug-cock action."

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 Rosle 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, cruelly ribbed (it might have even been chitinous), 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 closed.

Princess Rosie's thick, harsh 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, course, tube 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 sharp, harsh 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. A little bit of blood tinged the slime pink.

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 gaping slathering whore, 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, Ona pointed at me.

"Get in my mouth, we aren't done until every cock in this room unloads inside me."

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 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 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, Olympla 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 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 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 they used her breasts. She lay on her back across the pink mound and moaned, stomach tilted to one side, her overfilled breasts. splayed out.

Ona smiled. I am the queen. I am the gaping, slathering whore."

"So what do we do now?" I asked Makala.

"We are patient," Makala replied.