“Well then,” she began, stopping and setting one clawed hand upon the door of her home, “the evening was...adequate.”
I paused, taken aback by just how pleasant she was being. Tall, slender, and decadently refined, she was far larger than anyone else I’d run across in the hive. Black flesh covered most of her head and lower extremities, while a soft, pliable carapace rested over her back; it also covered her underbelly, although I tried not to openly inspect her bare belly or groin. Outside of her size, the only other interesting features of hers were the shock of cerulean mane which ran down her back and the prominent fangs which she bore - oh, and the fact that she was a changeling.
A few months back, while I’d been walking to class, I accidentally stumbled into an open manhole; yeah, it was probably my fault, since I’d been playing on my phone, but that’s not the important bit. After coming to, after lord knows how long, I found myself in a completely different world. I’m still not sure if it’s all some fever dream or if I’m actually in a coma, but I unwittingly discovered a whole new world.
The strangest part wasn’t the bustling metropolis, or the bioluminescence which hung from the walls or ceilings, it was the denizens of the place; everyone down here is some sort of bug-horse, which I later learned were called changelings. Tall or short, fat or thin, they came in all different shapes and sizes, although they all seemed to be covered in jet black hide - well, all but one of them.
She called herself Queen Chrysalis and she ran the joint. Her signature fur collared coat and jewelry were a testament to her rank, not to mention how almost everyone nearly fled at the sight of her. As I’d wandered into town, trying to figure out if it was some sort of concussion induced hallucination, she’d been the first creature to speak to me.
Apparently my stature and naïveté had been enough to catch her eye. Strutting up to me, thrusting a talon under my chin, she leered down into my eyes. It was bad enough that I’d wound up standing face to face with the tallest and possibly most imposing woman I’d ever come across, but her words sent ice running through my veins.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your mouth shut. I may not know who or what you are, but you’re in my dominion now,” she spat, contempt dripping from her words. “That being said...I may just have a use for you, so I’ll give you an offer; serve me without question or disappear. I assure you,” she continued, her tone lowering a fraction, “they’d never find the body…”
What choice did I have? Dream or not, the last thing I wanted was to be dismembered, bagged up, and thrown in some subterranean landfill! With few other options, I hesitantly accepted her offer and began work under her. Fortunately, as I was to discover, the work wasn’t all that bad.
Chrysalis mostly had me running deliveries, ferrying who knows what from place to place, and occasionally acting as some sort of bodyguard for her. Be damned if I knew much about fighting, although I assume having someone around who was more than twice as big everyone else served as a fair deterrent. She did pay pretty well, giving me enough to get a small apartment for myself, and had slowly begun to warm up to me.
This particular night, having successfully brokered and/or extorted a deal with a local business owner, she’d been gracious enough to invite me out to dinner. The meal itself was far finer than anything I could typically afford on my own, although the food took a backseat to my host. After her third glass of wine, her normally cold and callous demeanor began to shift - hell, I even made her crack a smile at one point! In any case, after our dinner, I escorted her back to her palace.
“You know, I don’t believe you’ve ever seen the inside of my home,” Chrysalis remarked, snapping me from my ruminations. Piquing a brow, she placidly gazed at my face.
I shrugged and tried to play it off; though I’d been curious about the subject, I’d never dared to ask her anything even remotely personal. “Can’t say I have, but it’s not - “
“In that case, come in. I have an exquisite bottle of brandy that’s been looking for an excuse to be opened,” she chuckled, letting herself inside and holding the door behind herself.
I faltered, unsure of how to act. Judging from just how nice she was acting, and the slight blush in her cheeks, the wine from dinner was definitely having some subtle effect on her. Either she noticed my reluctance or she simply wanted to assert her dominance, because she stared me dead in the eye.
“That wasn’t a request,” she hissed, flashing her fangs.
Swallowing hard, I acquiesced. Stepping through the threshold, I found myself in a downright opulent home. Situated at the peak of her palace, I wasn’t shocked to discover that she lived directly above her throne room. The foyer opened into an expansive parlor, replete with a large television and comfortable looking sofa. Doorways led to various chambers, although I wasn’t sure what lay where. It was the first time I’d been in such a nice place before and, I have to admit, it felt a little overwhelming.
“This way,” she intoned, sweeping her arm and leading me away.
Following silently behind her, drinking in the details of her abode, I was whisked into a spacious Office. Besides a fainting couch, work desk, and recliner, she had a small bar resting against one wall. Peering at the crystal decanters and aged bottles, I could only guess how expensive some of the spirits were. Nonchalantly walking over and plucking two snifters from a shelf, she poured two measures of the caramel liquor.
“Here,” she flatly stated, offering me one glass.
Taking the proffered beverage, I eased myself into the soft chair resting in the corner - at least, that’d been my intention. Just as I began to lower myself, the distinct sound of metal clinking on glass filled the air. Looking up at my host, who stood only a few feet away, I noticed a frustrated look cross her face.
“Remove these for me,” she exasperatedly sighed, extending an arm in my direction.
Placing my glass down, I stepped over to her. Her assortment of rings, adorning nearly every digit of her hands, was impressive and a symbol of her status, although I was sure they occasionally got in the way. As gently as humanly possible, I started taking the jeweled bands from her fingers - first one hand, then the other, until they’d all been removed.
“Very good. Now you may sit,” she chuckled, taking her rings and stuffing them into her pocket.
Nodding, I stepped back to my chair and claimed my perch. The recliner was even softer than it looked, causing me to sink into the cushion slightly. Retrieving my glass, I sampled the fine liquor; unsurprisingly, it was surprisingly smooth and quickly warmed my belly.
“Quite delectable, isn’t it?” Chrysalis asked, drawing my attention over to her.
Standing beside the fainting couch, swirling the snifter between two claws, she looked deeply into the glass. Maybe it was because she’d invited me into the comfort of her home or the fact that I’d had a drink or two that evening, but I was compelled to admire her for a moment. Despite being a sapient, bipedal bug-horse, there was something undeniably bewitching about her.
Elegant and ruthless, charming and deadly, she was juxtaposition given flesh. Now, for the record, I don’t consider myself a masochist or pushover, although there was something about the way she asked me to do things, giving the smallest glimpses of acknowledgement or praise for my successes, that sent shivers down my spine. As my eyes wandered up her leg, over her abdomen and bust, and eventually settled on her face, I flinched - she was staring dead at me.
“Enjoying the view?” she smugly inquired, tugging at her collar and revealing the barest bit of her chest.
“I…” I faltered, desperately trying to think of what to say.
“If you are, I could always…” she trailed off, gingerly pulling at her garment.
I couldn’t help but stare in open awe, as she started to disrobe. Like something out of an old time burlesque show, she turned her back to me and slowly pulled her right arm from the sleeve. Her coat drifted over her shoulder, exposing a portion of her upper back, as she peeked back at me. Wheeling around to face me, she ran one claw down her neck, over her breastbone, and to her navel - all as the lone piece of clothing fell to the floor.
Now nude, sassily cocking her hip to the side, she eyed me heavily and licked her chops. As unsettling as it was, it was excruciatingly arousing. The combination of fear and attraction I held for her was a heady cocktail, stirring my loins and simultaneously causing a knot to form in my stomach. She didn’t bear the slightest trace of shame or reservation, as her gaze crept to my groin.
“Stand...Now…” she ordered, sauntering closer.
Without the slightest hesitation, I got to my feet and took two large steps forward. She only stopped when she was a handful of inches away, towering over me like some primal amazoness of yore. Craning my head to look up at her, she crossed her arms over her relatively chest and presented her back. Without saying a word, she pointed to her necklace; it was only then that I knew what to do.
No sooner had I reached up and undone the clasp, gathering the golden collar into my hand, than she walked away. Taking some half dozen paces over to her desk, she leaned against the sturdy wooden piece of furniture and dismissively waved in my direction. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but her words hit me like a sack of bricks.
“Strip,” she nonchalantly commanded, taking another sip of her cognac.
Utterly at a loss, I stared at her in disbelief. She couldn’t actually expect me to get undressed - could she? My state of duress didn’t go unnoticed, as I watched her upper lip curl over one large canine. Gulping, with trembling hands, I undid the buttons on my shirt. It wasn’t like I’d ever stripped for anyone or anything, and I sure as hell anticipated being asked to do something so risque, but I’m left to assume she approved. As I squirmed out of my shirt and began fiddling with the buckle on my pants, a contented hum drifted to my ears.
I couldn’t bring myself to look at her, as I unzipped my fly and let my trousers fall to the floor. Reluctantly, taking a deep breath to steel myself, I hitched my thumbs over the waistband of my underwear, bent forward, and dragged the article down my legs. There I was, left buck naked and blushing, standing in front of my boss.
It was only then that I gathered the courage to peek at her face, even if I wish I hadn’t. Behind those glimmering, harlequin eyes lurked something which I could only describe as predatory. Nude, vulnerable beyond all reasoning, she inspected me as if I was a succulent steak on her dinner plate. I was her prey, the fly in her web, and she seemed to relish that fact.
“Mmmmm,” she purred, strutting over and circling me. Looking me up and down, drinking every inch of my uncovered hide, she came to a halt before me. “I presume that gets bigger?” she asked, her eyes locked on my crotch.
As scared and aroused as being confronted by such a deadly creature was, my body was struggling to decide if I would shit my then departed pants or get a raging hard-on. Regardless, the circumstances only left me at half mast. Moving to cover my nethers, she grabbed my wrist and pulled it away.
“Since you’re too demure to answer me, I guess I’ll have to find out myself,” she snarled.
I had no time to react, no time to question what she’d meant, before she plucked me from the ground and briskly walked over to deposit me on her desk. Perched on its edge, with my feet dangling just over the carpeted floor, she reached down, grabbed my knees, and prized my legs apart. To say the abrupt development was jarring would be an understatement, to say the least.
It was all I could do to watch, as she steadily sunk to her haunches and brought her muzzle to my equipment. Fixated on my manhood, she moved one clawed hand up to fondle my package. At her touch, my length twitched, growing harder with every fleeting second. I reached out, unsure of if I wanted to stroke her cheek or push her away, yet her cold gaze caused me to freeze.
“If you touch one hair on my head, I’ll make sure you’re buried in several places throughout the hive,” she hissed, her grip on my balls tightening.
Relenting, my arms flopped uselessly to my sides. I was helpless, held captive by a creature who could and possibly would dispose of me with as much thought as one would toss a piece of refuse away. In stark contrast to the embarrassment and anxiety coursing within me, her hot breath against my loins stoked my depraved wants.
“There’s a good boy,” she snickered, returning her attention to my equipment. With a flagrant disregard for my unease, she leaned in, opened her maw, and gave my glans a little kiss.
As she slipped my tool into her muzzle, I suppressed a shudder. It may have been my imagination, but I swear her body temperature was hotter than any woman’s I’ve ever fooled around with. Bobbing and torquing her head, with a sensual skill belying her domineering character, she snuck glances up at me.
Her tongue was extraordinarily pleasant, far better than any human's you could imagine. Massaging the delicate underside of my length, flicking the muscular appendage from side to side, worked to get me as hard as possible. Throughout her ministrations, her teeth didn’t once nick my manhood - another pleasant surprise that I was exceptionally grateful for.
Without even realizing it, as I watched her dark lips mop the lightly colored shaft, I subconsciously reached for her. The movement immediately caught her eye, causing the pupil to shrink to a razored slit. I froze, realizing I’d been on the cusp of making a massive error; strangely, all she did was hum contentedly and retract her head.
“I suppose I can’t be too mad, given that some primitive creature like yourself likely can’t control their bestial urges,” she chided, getting to her feet. Shaking her head and smiling, despite the small insult, she stepped up and onto the table. Looming over me, with one foot to either side of my hips, I peered up at her.
Whether or not she’d been getting herself off while blowing me, I couldn’t say; although she was clearly worked up. The nearly black flesh of her sex glistened in the dimly lit room, a testament to how aroused she was. Bearing a condescending grin, she got to her knees and straddled me. As the tip of my member grazed her entrance, some part of me broke.
It wasn’t like I wanted to thrust upwards, but my body acted on its own. Drawn by the siren’s call of a ripe female, having suffered through the astoundingly pleasant fellation, my impulses won out. The head of my cock grazed off her sex, then a hand was around my throat. Far stronger than she appeared, squeezing my neck in her remarkably strong grip, she moved her face just above mine.
“You have two options for your little monkey dick; either you let me sate myself with it, or I remove it for you,” she growled, baring her teeth.
Weekly I nodded, as I tried desperately to take a breath. Her grasp slackened and air filled my lungs, as she impaled herself upon me. Hot and snug, her silken depths swallowed me down to the hilt. The soft cheeks of her rump came to rest upon my upper thighs, warming my legs, before she started bouncing atop me.
Seconds passed, then a minute or so, while I lay there being used like some living dildo. It took every fiber of my being not to act. She felt amazing, there were no two ways about it, and I desperately wanted to take part. Beyond my better judgement, fueled by my carnal wants, I lightly brushed her thigh and drew her attention.
“What?” she spat, her motions unceasing. “I’m trying to enjoy myself.”
“C...Chrysalis,” I stammered, dredging forth the courage to give voice to my yearnings, “may I…” As softly as I could, I flexed my hips; I wouldn’t even call it a thrust, although the small movement seemed to get my point across.
“You may, so long as you don’t disappoint me,” she clucked.
Carefully, my hands ran up her legs and settled on her hips. Actually feeling her muscles tense, gliding over one another under her skin, was extraordinary. Caressing her softly, I started moving in harmony with her. The last thing I needed was to tick her off, so I did my best to mirror her speed and force.
Positioned as I was, with my legs hanging off the table, I wasn’t able to do much, although she seemed to appreciate it nonetheless. Rolling her head back and closing her eyes, a low hum filled the air. It was as provocative as it was interesting, adding an auditory element to the scandalous deed. Her tail languidly flicked back and forth behind her, as she steadily fucked herself on me with increasing force.
Keeping my hands on her hips and thighs, I did what I could to appease her, yet my concern quickly shifted to something more pressing. The heavenly sensations the colossal woman’s body afforded were taking a toll - one which I had no control over. Thought I fought tooth and rail against it, the telltale signs of release welled up within me.
Screwing my eyes closed and gritting my teeth, my efforts were for naught. It was like trying to stop the tide, fruitless and a fool’s errand. Try as I might, there was nothing I could do but offer a warning and pray that she wasn’t…
“D...don’t stop,” she huffed, drawing my attention.
Cracking an eye open, I was gifted a glimpse of heaven. Breathing heavily, rocking her waist forward and back, Chrysalis seemed to be on the brink of rapturous release. The look of unfettered bliss she bore proved too much, sending me spiraling over the edge. Trembling from head to toe, I slammed my hips upward, buried my manhood within her, and erupted.
The influx of my seed apparently tipped her over, causing her to howl out in ecstasy. A geyser of feminine nectar spattered over my groin, as she climaxed. Quivering above me, her movements ground to a halt. I thought I’d be in the clear - I thought she might not be pissed - but I’d been dead wrong.
Peering down at her crotch, it took her a second to figure out exactly what had happened. Her euphoria withered, replaced by a mixture of disgust, resentment, and fury. Angrily crawling up my body, unsheathing herself from my softening length, she moved with a purpose. As her wet, spunk dripping loins came above my face, she sat.
“I want every drop of your repulsive spunk out of me,” she roared, slathering my face with our orgasmic juices.
Obediently, swallowing my pride, I lapped and sucked her nethers clean. Even though I couldn’t see it, I felt myself getting hard from the debased act. No matter how much I hated myself for enjoying it - I did. As I moved from her sex to the flesh on her inner thighs, she shifted above me.
“You like this?” she spat, doubtlessly having spotted my erection. Swinging one leg over my head, she hopped from the desk and marched over to the bar.
I rolled to my side and watched her down the rest of her cognac. Wiping my face, seeking to beat a hasty retreat, I shamefully gathered my discarded clothes. If I was lucky, she wouldn’t…
“You’re fired,” she sharply noted, casting one baleful eye in my direction. “And one more thing,” she continued, storming over and jamming a claw to my jugular, “if I ever see you in my hive again - well...Let’s just say you wouldn’t want to find out…”
With the veiled and nebulous threat lingering in the air, I hastily put my pants on. I couldn’t even look her in the eye, as I slunk away like the poor bastard that I was. I’d fucked up big time and I knew it. Seeing myself out, I slunk back to my apartment to sooth my battered pride and tattered nerves. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do, since I wasn’t sure if there was any way out of the hive, but I knew I’d have to think of something…
The night after the incident, I was a mess. I crawled home, showered, and somehow managed to fall into a restless slumber. Despite promising myself that I’d devise some sort of plan, to either escape or assuage Chrysalis, I kept coming back to one conclusion - I would have to face her again.
Realistically, I didn’t have a choice. Chrysalis owned the hive, she had eyes and ears everywhere, and I wasn’t even sure if a way back to the surface existed. After tossing and turning the following morning, trying in vain to tap into some unknowable wellspring of bravery or strength, I forced myself to get up, get dressed, and head.
Trudging to her city, ignoring the changelings lounging about the common areas of town, I stopped outside of her palace. I had no way of knowing if she’d murder me or not, although I did hold onto one small sliver of hope; she’d bedded me, so I was left to presume she didn’t hate me outright - at least, she hadn’t before I’d accidentally creampied her. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I walked inside.
Standing behind her throne, it only took her a moment to spot me standing in her doorway. Leaping over the furniture, practically sprinting over to me, I found myself slammed against the wall. Holding me by the collar, having hauled me a few inches into the air, her upper lip curled. I figured she’d be pissed, which she clearly was, although at least I wasn’t dead.
“Give me one reason I shouldn’t skin you alive,” she hissed, holding up the index finger of her free hand.
Maybe it was divine inspiration, adrenaline, or just a damn convenient idea, but the perfect reply seemed to spring from my lips. “Because if you wanted me dead, I’d be dead already. A…and because flaying me here would make one hell of a mess,” I stammered, hoping that the small joke would curry some favor.
Leering over at me, silent and unmoving, she seemed to weigh her options. Considering there was a very real chance that I’d shortly wind up wearing a toe-tag, I made a spontaneous move. Tenderly grabbing her hand and pulling it to my cheek, I forced myself to smile at her. We both knew she’d put me to good use, outside of the licentious evening prior, and she wasn’t one to dispose of a valuable resource.
“Impudent little…” she growled, effortlessly slinging me across the room.
I rolled over the floor, only stopping when my back slammed against her dais; it hurt, that much was for damn sure, but that meant I can’t slipped from my mortal coil. Coughing and sputtering, I pushed myself up to a kneeling position. I could have stood, although a bit of extra subservience sure as hell couldn’t hurt matters.
Brushing herself off, Chrysalis’ indignation seemed to fade, but I knew better. If there was one thing I’d learned about her it was that her cold, quiet moods were even more dangerous than her rare outbursts. Staying low to the floor, I kept my eyes glued on her feet. It was only when she cleared her throat did I dare sneak a glimpse up towards her face.
“One day,” she flatly stated, dispassionately staring down upon me. “You have one day to bring me something of value; if you can do that, I may spare your miserable, pathetic little life…”
I could scarcely believe it had worked; not only was I not dead, but she’d actually given me a shot to get back in her good graces! Awestruck, I dumbly nodded my head. Be damned if I knew what I was going to find to please her, or where I’d find it, but it was a chance I couldn’t afford to pass up.
“Well...What are you waiting for…?” she breathed, her eyes narrowing.
Snapping from my stupor, I bolted through the door and out of the palace. I had no idea of where to start on my errand, although I was overjoyed that she’d given me the opportunity to redeem myself. I’d probably never get in her good graces again - at least, not to the extent I had before invoking her ire; but that wasn’t going to stop me. Jogging towards the heart of town, I started putting a plan together.
While I hadn’t made many actual friends in the hive, I did have a fair number of business associates. Fences, thieves, thugs, and even a handful of crooked guards, not a one of them could be considered an upstanding citizen - then again, the city seemed to be teeming with disreputable souls.
Before I knew it, I’d made my way to the home of a burglar I’d had the misfortune of working with. Chrysalis had hired him a few times in the past, although he wasn’t technically one of her employees. Knocking on the door, cooking up an idea to purloin something from the drone, he soon let me in.
While I may have made up some bullshit story about how Chrysalis thought he’d been stealing from the royal coffers, in an attempt to throw him off and maybe get some help from him, things ended up working out even better than I could have anticipated. To my surprise, he confessed to the accusations I’d levied against him! Begging me to put in a good word for him with the Queen, he manically fetched a small crate of swiped bits.
I did what I could to keep a straight face, but it wasn’t easy. He thanked me excessively, going so far as to cram a sweaty handful of coins into my pocket. Having inadvertently stumbled upon and dismantled the villain of a villain, I trundled back to my boss with a small treasure trove of stolen capital.
Maybe a full two hours had passed, since Chrysalis had sent me on my mission, so I’m pretty sure she hadn’t expected me to return so quickly. Fumbling with the door, awkwardly holding the box to my chest, I let myself inside her store. Though my view of her was obscured, her voice rang out clear as day.
“I thought I told you to…” she trailed off, as I heard her approach.
Carefully squatting down to deposit the crate on the floor, I opened the lid. Inside the container lie a small hoard of jewelry and gemstones. Compared to the vast fortune she had, it probably wasn’t much, yet it was certainly a significant find. Standing straight, crossing my arms over my chest, a smug smile slowly crept across my face.
Chrysalis stood unmoving, her eyes scanning the box’s contents for a minute, before she looked up to me. I’m not sure if she was resentful or pleased, since she didn’t say a damn thing, although she held my gaze. After what felt like an eternity, she hitched a thumb over her shoulder towards a storage room. I nodded and lugged the treasure off to be stored.
As I made my return to the grand hall, I found her lounging by her throne. Immeasurably pleased with myself, I walked over and cleared my throat. “So…?”
“So what? Wipe that damn smirk off your face before I do it for you,” she chided.
Though her words stung, it was what she didn’t say that caught my attention. Her muscles and posture had relaxed, her words weren’t laced with venom, and her expression seemed only mildly irate; it wasn’t much, but it was just enough to ease my mind. Reaching behind her throne, she produced a small envelope and handed it to me.
“Deliver this before lunch - or else…” she sternly instructed.
As I reached for the letter, my fingers brushed against the back of her hand. I couldn’t be sure, given how fast it happened, but I swear I noticed the slightest blush on her cheeks. Unwilling to test my luck further, I took the small parcel and swiftly left. I wasn’t dead, I had apparently been re-hired, and I had a job to do.
The rest of that day - no, the rest of that month almost seemed to sail by. Things returned to normal almost as quickly as they’d jarringly gone awry. My routine was the same, what little home life I had didn’t change any, and Chrysalis was as frigid and imperious as she’d ever been, although I did notice a few nearly imperceptible differences with her.
Her demeanor, after I’d successfully completed various tasks, gradually shifted; I can’t say for certain when it started, but something was definitely going on with her. Instead of the usual comments of “Hmmmm” or “...Adequate…” she’d issue me the occasional compliment; there even seemed to be the occasional pleased tone to her voice.
After watching me literally shake the money from one of her enforcer’s pockets, haughtily hurling threats at the poor changeling in my grasp, she seemed exceptionally satisfied with my performance. As the little drone scampered away, fleeing for his life, I turned to her and gave the most austere thumbs up that I could muster. Either she hadn’t been expecting me to look over at her or she was unaware of the contented expression on her face, because her smile wavered.
“D...don’t let this get to your head. You’re only alive because you’re of use to me,” she huffed, storming out of the room and out of view.
There was no doubt about it; between her slightly darkened cheeks and faintest waver in her voice, she’d gotten flustered. After cleaning up and heading home, an idea struck me like a gong. Making a pit stop at one of the liquor stores on my route home, I made a purchase and continued on my way.
Washing up and donning something presentable, one of the better suits I’d gotten for myself, I snatched up the brown bag I’d gotten earlier and left my apartment. Normally, I’d just kick back and relax for the evening, although I was acting on instinct. Since Chrysalis had spared my life and given me my job back, I figured it was time to show my appreciation.
It’s not like I found myself at Chrysalis’ door with any intention of wooing her or showering her with affection - I just wanted to give her a small token of my gratitude for everything she had done for me and the terrible things she didn’t do to me. Traversing the flight of stairs up to her home, I knocked on the door and silently waited. It only took a matter of moments before I heard the lock turning.
“What?” she bluntly asked, opening the door and impassively glaring down at me.
“I know you probably weren’t expecting guests, but I wanted you to have this,” I said, offering my gift.
Pulling the bottle from the bag, she stared at the gift for a second. While I’d anticipated her taste in liquor was as lavish as her other pursuits, I’d grossly underestimated the cost of the cognac; the damn spirit nearly cost me half a paycheck, but that was a small price to pay for staying in her good graces. Her gaze shifted over to me, before she pointed down the stairs.
“You need to leave…” she murmured, her voice no louder than a whisper.
“I...Why?” I blurted. She didn’t look angry - hell, if anything she almost seemed to be melancholy. As she went to close the door, I pressed my hand against the hard, wooden surface. “Just tell me why, please…”
“I…” she faltered, her eyes drifting to the floor. “You’ve become invaluable to me; that’s something I can’t afford to have.”
“But why?” I brazenly pressed, my curiosity and concern overriding the underlying fear I normally held for her. “I’ve always done whatever you asked, even when you weren’t threatening me! I need…”
I froze, as she looked dead into my eyes. Gone were any traces of malice or hostility, replaced by something I wasn’t sure she truly possessed - she was scared. Like the final piece of a puzzle slipping into place, the greater picture came to me. Somehow, at some point or another, she’d actually grown fond of me. As profound as the revelation was, it was overshadowed by an even greater epiphany.
I actually liked her. Yeah, she could be completely terrifying - sure, she might have fucked me and tossed me against a wall - although she’d never done anything that bad. Despite all the threats and menacing posturing, I’d never seen or heard of her actually dispatching anyone - moreover, she’d gone out of her way to make sure I had a job and money to take care of myself. As strange as it was, the circumstances had laid the foundation for mutual feelings between us.
Neither of us said a word, looking at one another for what felt like hours, until I moved. Cautiously, I stepped in, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed her. She flinched, although she didn’t shy away. As I pulled away, she knit her brow.
“L...leave,” she repeated, almost defeatedly. “I can’t have you -”
Cutting her off with a second kiss, I wrapped one arm around the small of her back and pulled her to myself. To hell with logic or reasoning; if she was going to slay me for being some vulnerability of hers, I’d rather have it over and done with. In a very real sense, she was all that I had and she’d become someone I wouldn’t want to live without.
She shivered in my grasp, seeming to melt under my amorous assault, although it was an exceptionally fleeting moment. Her resolve shattered, as she reciprocated my affection. Scooping me up and pulling me inside, in one smooth motion, she kicked the door closed. Next thing I knew, I found myself cradled to her chest, while we continued making out. I couldn’t tell where we were going exactly, but I could tell she was bringing me somewhere.
“Keep your eyes closed,” she hummed, pulling away and setting me back down on my feet.
Doing as she asked, I nodded blindly. I could hear movement, including the creak of what sounded like a piece of furniture, yet I had no way of knowing exactly what was happening around me nor where I was exactly. Seconds passed and I finally heard a subtle purr from the bed.
“Now then - how about you come over here and make yourself useful…” she cooed.
Peeking out in the direction of her voice, my eyes went wide. Sprawled on her back, lying atop her bed, she beckoned me with one finger. My body, acting on its own, carried me to the mattress. Crawling over the sheets, bringing myself to her, I only slowed when she extended a hand. Reverently, I carefully pulled the rings from her digits.
She watched as I worked, removing the jewelry from her digits. Leaning over and setting the assortment of jewelry on a nightstand beside the bed, I turned back to her. She pushed herself up to a seated position, as I faced her. Flicking open the clasp on her coat, she looked away. Even though she said nothing, her expectation was clear.
Shuffling to her side, I removed the fur lined garment, one arm at a time, and thoughtfully hung it from the footboard. Now nude, save for her necklace, she drew one talon up her abdomen, across her chest, over her collar, and brought it behind her head. It was, without a doubt, a painfully arousing invitation - one which I couldn’t bring myself to deny.
Starting with one of her ankles, I kissed and caressed my way up her leg. Her hide was soft and warm against my cheek, as I closed on her loins. If the smell of her arousal wasn’t telling, the sight of her moistened sex was a dead giveaway. Licking my lips, keenly aware of my growing erection, I buried my face between her thighs.
The throaty groan overhead was all the encouragement I needed, dousing my lustful fire with fuel. Drawing my tongue over her sex, the exotic flavors of her snatch danced over my taste buds; it wasn’t dissimilar to that of a human woman's, astringent and slightly floral, although it held a distinctly unique tang. As her engorged clit bumped against my nose, she shuddered.
Her moment of weakness compelled me to act. Subtly shifting my focus, I fixated on the sensitive bud of flesh; my efforts were quickly rewarded, as her legs clamped around the side of my head. Trapped as I was, I shifted in place, reached for my waist and began fumbling with my belt.
Continuing to service her, hearing her muted sounds of contentment from above, I managed to get my pants unbuttoned and my fly pulled down. My turgid manhood sprang free from its prison, allowing me to languidly stroke myself; it wasn’t like I’d intended on jacking off, but I was too turned on to do otherwise. Despite my best efforts not to give myself away, my paramour took note nonetheless.
Parting her legs, freeing my head, she patted my crown and drew my attention upwards. Relenting in my carnal assault, I pulled away and peered at her face. With a distinctly predatory look in her eye, she waved up. As I shuffled forward, she pressed a hand to my chest; with a flick of her wrist, she rent my shirt open and laid my chest bare.
Rocking my hips forward, my length slid over her slickened snatch. Adjusting my angle, bringing the tip of my prick to her entrance, I slowly plunged into her. She reached for me, although I intercepted her hand. Pressing her arm to the mattress, I quickly pinned her other wrist. It was a bold move, although the position and her willingness to let me rut her practically dictated I take a bit of control.
Holding her down, I started plowing her like a verdant field in spring. Bucking up to meet my thrusts, she locked her legs around my waist. It had been hot when she’d fucked me, but being the one in charge, knowing she could flip the tables at any moment, elevated the experience to an unimaginable level. Resting her head on its side, she closed her eyes.
It was awe inspiring, seeing her in such a vulnerable state. Harder and harder, faster and faster, I fucked her with everything I had. Unlike the first time, when she’d utterly dominated me, I knew what I was in for; while the sensations of her satiny canal were as exquisite as ever, I managed to maintain my composure and carry on.
Willing myself to maintain focus, my efforts were soon rewarded with a whimper from below. The slightest quiver in her thighs gave more weight to my growing suspicion - she was close. Adjusting the angle of my plunges, aiming for her g-spot, my manhood ground against its target. I watched, as she writhed and grit her teeth; it was almost like she was fighting tooth and nail not to give in.
The sight was enough to push me to my limit, demanding I take action. Leaning in, as I continued to screw her with reckless abandon, I locked lips with her; the affection tipped her over the edge. Moaning into my mouth, her sex convulsed and squeezed my shaft. It was too much to bear, knowing I’d successfully conquered her, and my body soon gave out.
Hilting myself as deeply as possible, I bathed her interior with my essence. Beyond feeling downright heavenly, the thought that we shared a near tandem climax was extraordinarily gratifying. Locked together, passionately kissing, we rode out our bliss. While I’d hoped we could share the tender moment, she soon squirmed beneath me.
Relenting, I released her arms and allowed her some freedom of movement. Sliding up the bed, she swung one leg over me and rolled onto her belly. I wasn’t sure what she was doing, although I quickly got my answer. Pushing herself up on all fours, she presented her rear.
I can’t say I’d ever had a girl show off a cream-pie in such a way, but it was easily one of the most provocative things I’d ever seen. Though I’d just peaked, I couldn’t help from indulging myself. I wasn’t sure if she was simply showing off or if she expected me to clean her up - either way, I crawled closer.
Pressing my face to her dripping snatch, I lapped at the mess I’d made. Licking up and swallowing the load I’d deposited within her, my tongue crept to her backdoor. The taste was...distinct - not bad or off-putting whatsoever, so I was left to assume she kept every nook and cranny of herself exceptionally well cleaned. Curious and more than a little turned on, I shifted my attention to her taut hole.
On my hands and knees, while I shamelessly rimmed her, my manhood throbbed. It had to be the fastest I’d ever recovered from an orgasm and I was not about to pass up the opportunity to try something new. Retracting my head and placing my hands on her hips, I shuffled my lower half closer to her. As I prodded her pucker, she rocked backwards.
To say I was surprised would be an understatement. Not to be outdone, but careful not to get too enthusiastic, I gently drove my length into her. Far, far tighter than her cunt, her ass clung to every inch of my member. It wasn’t a monumental task, given the disparity of our sizes, although it wasn’t nearly as easy as driving into her sex. As I reached the midway point, I started fucking.
Little by little, taking my time, I plunged deeper and deeper with every thrust. Synchronizing her movements to my own, I soon found my waist impacting her buns. The steady Plap Plap Plap of our bodies colliding filled the air, punctuated by the occasional groan or whimper of delight from she or I. Sadly, the sensations she afforded on my overly sensitive tool quickly proved too much to bear.
My second performance, while fun, fell utterly short of my first. Before I knew it, I’d crossed the line of no return. Draping myself over her back, my fitfully bucking hips shuddered and spasmed. It was all I could do to grunt atop her, as I pumped her ass full of my spunk. I realized she’d probably be pissed, but there was little I could do. Flopping to my side, ingloriously dismounting and crashing to the mattress, I heaved air into my chest.
She chuckled, turning and lying down to face me. “Twice in such rapid succession,” she purred, snuggling up against me, “very impressive…”
I was in shock - not only was she pleased with me, but she’d seen fit to spoon. Wrapping one arm around her, I basked in her warmth. Flying in the face of everything I knew about her, something told me that everything would be alright. Wearily, I drifted off in her embrace.
Apparently the lewd shenanigans had taken a toll, because I slept like a brick. Besides the physical exertion of the evening prior, finding out Chrysalis held some amorous affection for me had lifted a monumental weight from my shoulders. As something gently nudged my shoulder, I cracked an eye open.
“Come on, it’s time for work,” Chrysalis dispassionately intoned. Standing beside the bed, dressed in her usual attire, she peered down at me. “I’ll be in the throne room - hurry up and get showered,” she added, before disappearing from view.
Groggily pushing myself up, I stumbled into her bathroom. Though she’d sounded serious, she definitely didn’t seem regretful or angry that I’d spent the night. Washing up, using the lavender body soap she had, I dried and got dressed. Seeing myself into the great hall, I discovered something wholly unexpected. Resting on her throne, Chrysalis pointed to a wrapped deli sandwich on the arm of her grand seat.
“About time you got here! There’s work to be done - this won’t be an easy one but I think you’re the perfect one for the job,” she grumbled, sliding the sandwich forward. “Remember, you’re only useful to me so long as you’re alive,” she whispered.
I smiled like an idiot, realizing that things had changed. Walking over and grabbing my breakfast, I wolfed down the meal. My only real concern was that I continue to do what I could to please my Queen...
