Xena did not, in fact, let Jessica down. No, instead, she gave a smirk to the ex-E88 member before turning her attention to Sherrel.
“Sherrel, be a dear and bring Rebecca to the breeding chamber. I think it’s about time I gave her what she wanted.”
The buxom blonde builder flashed a salacious smile and tossed up a two-finger salute.
“Right away, ma’am!”
She leapt onto the back of one of Xena’s daughters, her large bosom squishing against the chitin as she gripped the ventral stacks.
“Onward, girl! Yip yip!”
The Squealer-morph gave a hissing chuckle as she scampered off on all fours, Sherrel’s excited cry echoing down the tunnel.
Xena lingered for a moment, watching the transforming car roll away. Her lips quirked as she caught sight of another Squealer-morph climbing aboard to pilot it back toward the workshop. With a soft chuckle, she reaffirmed her grip on the busty faux-Valkyrie in her arms, giving her a jostle before strutting off toward her favorite spot in the hive.
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The musky scent flowed into Xena’s mind as she entered the room. The familiar warmth and humidity caused her cock to twitch violently, almost smacking Jessica in the face. Her lower lips quivered, her clit throbbing in anticipation of more action.
Inside, she spotted Rachelle and Trish lounging while watching TV, both sipping on some of Rebecca’s brew. Xera had been relocated deeper into the hive; her egg production had ramped up so much that if she’d remained in the breeding den, she would have easily pushed out Xena’s two human seedbeds.
Both women’s hands rested on their bloated, pregnant bellies, their engorged teats tugged rhythmically by breast pumps. Drool slipped down Xena’s chin at the sight of each pulsing pump. It kind of made her jealous. She loved sucking on fat, juicy breasts. Good thing she was a hungry girl with a literal bottomless stomach.
She stalked toward the pregnant pair as some sitcom played on the TV. The sound of canned laughter mingled with the whir of the pumps and the wet floor, so the two only noticed her arrival when Jessica grumbled at being carried like a towel.
Rachelle jolted, wide-eyed at the sudden sight of the towering xenomorph.
“Jesus Christ! You should not be that quiet for a woman of your size, Xena!” she shivered, while Trish gave an anxious chuckle.
“An’ I thought your daughters were stealthy. At least they ain’t the size of a goddamn Endbringer.”
Xena chuckled, some of her drool landing on Jessica’s head.
“Xenomorphs are almost always stealthy creatures. It’s when they aren’t that their prey don’t get swift deaths.” She waved off the idea. “But that is not the reason I’m here today; I’ve brought a new member.”
The two bloated women finally looked at Xena’s “package.”
“Trish, Rachelle,” Xena announced, “say hello to Jessica Biermann. Though you might know her better as Fenja.”
Trish raised her bottle in a lazy salute to the blonde, but Rachelle only glared. Then the black woman turned her stare back to Xena, confusion sharp in her eyes.
“You brought a fuckin’ racist cunt with you? Why?!”
Jessica growled, “Listen here, you filthy fucking Ni-“
Xena’s lower arm slapped hard across her pale ass, leaving a stinging six-digit handprint across the shapely rear. She tutted at the woman.
“Jessica, what did I say about curse words? Just for that, you’ll be charged with pleasing Rachelle while I pump you so full of cum you won’t have time to spit slurs.”
Jessica stuttered at that, while both Trish and Rachelle smirked smugly.
“Well, Jess,” Rachelle taunted, “I think I got something you can use that ‘pure’ tongue of yours on. I call it my chocolate starfish, and it’s been mighty sweaty with how warm it be in here.”
Trish tittered beside her best friend as Xena laid Jessica on her back. The rubbery flooring did an adequate job of cushioning, but it offered no comfort once Xena began tearing off her cosplay armor and clothes. Soon Jessica was stripped completely bare, just like the others in the room.
“You’re gonna want to grow larger, else I will treat you like a fleshlight,” Xena spoke as she held her throbbing cock in her hand.
With a reluctant pout, the ex-E88 member complied, her body expanding until she matched Xena’s size. It ensured that Xena didn’t have to bend into an awkward angle to fuck the woman, or resort to having her ride instead.
The xenomorph used her lower arms to spread the blonde’s thick legs wide, lining up her massive cock. At the same time, she carefully lifted Trish and Rachelle, mindful not to squeeze too tightly. As she brought the black woman toward the racist’s face, Jessica began to protest.
“Wait, you can’t seriously expect me to-Ahhhn!”
Her words cut off as Xena shoved her cock deep into the wet pussy, silencing her diatribe. To muzzle her further, Xena planted Rachelle’s ass firmly over Jessica’s mouth.
Rachelle moaned immediately as Jessica’s muffled cries of reluctant pleasure sent vibrations into her most sensitive places.
Xena brought Trish to her own mouth, deftly flicking away a breast pump before latching on directly. Like shotgunning a beer can, she drank greedily from the moaning redhead, pale hands clutching at black chitin for balance.
One of Xena’s lower arms gripped Jessica’s hip to steady her as she thrust her cock in and out of the blonde’s cunt, while the other slipped upward to finger Trish’s leaking slit.
Xena barely noticed when one of her newborn daughters slithered out past her busy hands, scampering off to explore. She gave the little one a mental pat of approval and turned her focus back to the orgy.
Rachelle roughly seized Jessica’s tits as squishy handholds while riding the blonde’s face. Her hips rocked with abandon as Jessica’s tongue, reluctant but vigorous, slithered into her ass, spreading her tight ring. Moaning, Rachelle pinched Jessica’s huge pink nipples, tugging them hard, sending milk cascading over her hands. Each pull fed vibrations back into her ass through Jessica’s muffled cries.
Another newborn slipped out from Rachelle’s pussy as more milk was drawn from her swollen breasts.
Xena pounded Jessica harder, each stroke pumping more pre-cum into her slickening pussy. The milk-fueled heat inside her surged. She swapped to Trish’s other breast, sucking greedily, while ramping up the brutal rhythm of her thrusts.
Each impact drove deeper into Jessica’s cunt, making Rachelle teeter dangerously on the edge of falling off her face, the blonde’s tits proving inadequate as stable grips. The relentless pounding and increased nipple-tugging sent Jessica over the edge, her tight pussy clenching around Xena’s cock, milking out even more of her throbbing pre-cum.
Jessica’s hand went up to hold onto Rachelle, holding her steady as she dug into the black starfish like a yogurt cup, reluctantly going with the flow of the orgy. Her arms shook along with her body as she came on Xena’s cock, but the Queen continued to fuck her. Xena kept pounding into her, her massive tits shaking as they spilled even more milk, creating a growing puddle around the foursome. Xena pulled the giantess’ hips in with every trembling thrust as she drew closer and closer to erupting.
Xena’s cock throbbed before finally bursting. Pump after pump of cum flooded into Jessica, each load shoved deeper into the woman’s womb with every sealing thrust. Her peach flesh bloated as more sticky batter was stuffed inside. Then Trish came on Xena’s fingers, spraying Jessica’s stomach with her pussy juice. The clear fluid rolled down her rounding belly, mixing into the milk puddle and contaminating it for any normal person. Though of course no normal person would lap it up like Xena or her daughters.
Xena fucking loved breast milk from her women, and their pussy juice was also near the top of her list of fresh produce.
She felt the last spurt of cum pump out of her cock with a final thrust, but she didn’t stop. Even as Jessica stretched an arm out, pleading for a pause, Xena only grew cheekier. She interlaced her hand with the woman’s desperate one, using it for leverage to drive herself even harder into her.
The spastic quivering of Jessica’s walls added a different sensation as her muscles trembled around Xena’s thrusting cock. At the same time, Xena continued to finger-fuck Trish, both thumbs sandwiching her clit as she rapidly slicked the woman’s sex. Trish’s pale cheek was glazed with sweat as she clung desperately to the ridges of Xena’s head crest, her arms weak from endless orgasms. She cried out in ecstasy as she came on Xena’s fingers again and again, the Queen’s powers ensuring her body produced endless fluid, raining down onto Jessica’s cum-bloated stomach.
The air grew thick with musk as the four women writhed together. The scent of cum, sweat, milk, and pussy filled the chamber, mingling with the lewd chorus of moans and slapping, wet flesh. The ambient temperature and humidity swelled higher than the rest of the hive, which, all things considered, was a remarkable feat given how moist a typical xenomorph hive already was
Xena pulled off from Trish’s breast and finally brought the redhead’s soaked, thoroughly fingered slit up to her mouth. The exhausted woman barely had time to whine before Xena plunged her pharyngeal jaw into her depths like a cock, rapidly mouth-fucking her slit while lapping up her juices. She let out a whorish moan and a weak, “Fuck me,” that would have been hoarse if not for the constant healing being done to her.
Her red curly hair was a mess of sweat, hanging low along her face, while her now free massive breasts spilled out on either side of her sweat-covered body, leaking and giving Jessica even more of a milk bath. What honestly surprised Xena, however, was when two of her Squealer-morphs sauntered into the room, beelining straight toward her. She was about to speak to them, pulling her mouth from Trish’s tight and delicious cunt, but then they climbed on top of Jessica’s bloated stomach, getting wet from the milk shower.
Xena let out a small gasp of shock as they each grabbed a tit, squeezing the heavy flesh and drawing out a stream of milk. What shocked her even more was when they proceeded to lap it up, slowly trailing their tongues up Jessica’s sensitive flesh. Xena had never really put too much thought into what forms her daughters took, but watching their pink tongues lengthen out from their mouths truly made her loins quiver and throb. The slimy appendages wrapped around her large teats, tightening and writhing as they milked her fat tits for their endless supply.
And the two milk sluts? They were absolutely chugging down the alabaster liquid, tails wagging in unison, clearly enjoying the taste in a very erotic way. Xena had stopped thrusting into Jessica at first, stunned by the sudden incestuous additions, but soon she began pumping her hips anew. Her focus split between driving into the blonde and “tongue”-fucking Trish.
She came again quickly inside the increasingly tight cunt of the ex-E88, the woman losing her fucking mind from the sensation of her womb and ovaries being bathed in Xena’s hot, sticky cum. The pressure of the fluid and trapped air pushed against Xena’s pumping cock from all sides, only intensifying her pleasure.
More of her daughters entered the room, not to join the orgy, but to lap up the cocktail of sex and milk pooling across the floor. Their combined fucking continued unabated, filling the air with moans and groans. Some were shrill as they came their brains out; others muffled, their mouths occupied with sucking and tongue-fucking.
Rebecca stepped into the mess, sex fluids coating her feet as the drones scrambled in vain to bail the room. The flood had already begun spilling into the hallway. She wore a one-piece swimsuit with red and white horizontal stripes, the fabric cut open to expose her smooth cyan pussy.
“I see somebody started the party without me,” she said, cocking her hip.
Xena briefly lifted her mouth from Rachelle’s chocolate-and-strawberry macaroon, a string of saliva snapping as she drew the delicious cunt from her lips. She moaned as her daughters gorged themselves on her breasts, their bellies swelling with the milk they had drunk. Xena’s body trembled as she pumped more cum into Jessica, enough at last to push past her cock and pool at their joining.
“Fff-Finally made it, Rebecca? Unmpf!” she gasped, squirting into the face of an overly eager drone that had latched on to drink directly from the source. “Love the outfit, though I don’t think I could use you as a Tenga, despite your expectations. Hentai physics only go so far, and I ddd-doubt your womb is stretchy enough.”
Rebecca stamped her foot, splashing the milky fluids up her legs. “I’ll have you know, Gremlins are very stretchy!” she huffed, nose in the air, as if the mere suggestion she couldn’t be used as a living fleshlight was a grave insult.
Xena gave a faux-mournful sigh, set Rachelle down, and finally pulled free from Jessica’s thoroughly used hole. Her shaft slid out slowly, giving her daughters time to step aside. The tip dragged against the blonde’s labia until, with a plop, the head came loose. Instead of the gaping hole one might expect, her cunt snapped back, only small rivulets of Xena’s cum escaping instead of the full gush.
She laid Rachelle gently on the couch and did the same with the blissed-out Trish, lifting her from Jessica’s face. The blonde barely stirred, arms limp as they flopped into the milky flood. She was utterly exhausted, little more than a pliant heap adrift in the fluids.
Her head was just high enough to avoid drowning in the thick layer of sex, but Xena knew it wouldn’t stay that way. The giantess was already beginning to shrink.
Scooping Jessica up in a princess carry, Xena laid her head carefully onto the open couch cushion. Hopefully, by the time she returned to normal size, someone would keep her from slipping into the flood.
Finally finished ensuring her fucked-silly women were safe from drowning, Xena strutted toward the cyan shortstack. She looked down at her and said, “Alright, let’s get this started. Forewarning though, if you aren’t stretchy enough, then I WILL stop. I am NOT a fan of guro.”
Rebecca gnawed at her bottom lip. “Okay, deal! If I can’t stretch, then no using me as an onahole.” She jabbed a finger up at Xena. “But! BUT, if I can, then you need to promise me to fill all my holes before the day’s done.”
The Queen chuckled at the audacity of her little minion, though she couldn’t deny it was a fair trade. If Xena could fuck the gremlin, then the gremlin wanted to be fucked more. Everybody wins.
Her slick cock twitched as she smiled. “You have a deal, Rebecca.”
Rebecca raised both hands in the universal sign for “upsies,” and Xena obliged, reaching down to wrap her hands around the shortstack’s waist and lift her up to hip level. Xena was reminded of a toy she had bought and fucked in her previous life, giving the gremlin a slight squishy squeeze.
Rebecca grabbed onto Xena’s upper thumb, holding on for dear life as she hyped herself up with quick breaths. She watched the massive blackish-grey, glistening cock kiss her pussy lips, her irises wide like some crack addict, her grin absolutely feral.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes!”
Xena slowly pressed against Rebecca’s wet pussy, her cock squishing the cyan lips before slipping past and rubbing against the gremlin’s throbbing clit.
Rebecca let out a small, surprised gasp of pleasure, the cock’s tip reaching her nose and making her go cross-eyed as she stared at the leaking head.
Xena slowly, agonizingly, slid her cock down Rebecca’s tenga cosplay before resting her head against the quivering sex again.
This time, she guided herself with her free hand, pushing steadily against Rebecca’s labia. The skin stretched and deformed as Xena applied more and more pressure, her aim steady with the aid of her hands.
With a loud, wet squelch, Rebecca’s lips spread wide, allowing Xena’s cock entry. With the pressure applied, and with how slick both her cock and Rebecca’s pussy were, once the initial barrier gave way, Xena’s cock slid rapidly inside. It pushed through the squishy, stretchy insides, quickly bashing past the small woman’s cervix and pressing against the end of her uterus. Rebecca’s torso deformed as if she were made of high-quality silicone. The small woman squealed at the sensation of her insides being rearranged, her pussy stretched beyond what should ever have been possible.
The red-and-white swimsuit tore from the sudden expansion, its latex material unable to accommodate where flesh could.
Xena’s cock created a long, prominent bulge in Rebecca’s stomach, the outline of the massive organ clear beneath her cyan skin. Her large breasts parted around the deformation.
Rebecca hyperventilated, her arms scrambling to hold onto the pillar that grew out of her. She let out a crazed chuckle at the feeling and sight of her achievement.
“Holyfuckholyfuckholyfuck! I fucking did it! You fucking did it! It’s stretching me so goddamned much and it feels so fucking good!!”
Xena moaned at the sensation of her cock being sheathed in Rebecca’s bubblegum-pink cunt. Despite the massive shaft looking like it shouldn’t be affected by the shortstack’s vaginal muscles, Xena felt the folds quivering and squeezing all along her length. Somehow, Rebecca’s cunt felt tighter than Jessica’s.
“Fffffuuucking hell, Rebecca! You’re so fucking tight.”
She began stroking herself with the shortstack’s body, the tight cotton candy grip massaging her meat with masterful precision. She shouldn’t have been surprised; gremlins were from a hentai world, and their bodies were built with hentai in mind.
“Yeeessh! Fuck me! Use me like a fucking onahole and fill me with your futa cum!” Rebecca’s tongue lolled out of her mouth, her breasts bouncing with each stroke as Xena’s cock stretched her out so thoroughly.
Rebecca came, her impossible hentai kegel muscles spasming and writhing along Xena’s twitching cock. The uneven but shockingly strong contractions gave the big black cock a shiatsu-level massage that practically pulled the cum out of her.
“OOOH fuuuuuck!”
Xena came so hard it felt like the tip of her cock was attached to a literal vacuum. Instead of her normal output, Rebecca’s hentai cunt pulled double the amount from her with every spurt of her voluminous cum. She milked Xena’s cock so well that the shortstack’s stomach quickly swelled like a cyan, flesh-made balloon.
“Ooough!” Rebecca groaned in bliss as Xena’s hot spunk flooded her womb, drenching her uterus and bloating it as if she were just a condom. She loved it.
Xena’s legs genuinely trembled as the final spurt was sucked out of her, a dull ache spreading in her pelvis from the intensity. That empty feeling began to refill, her regeneration kicking in, but it was still shocking that she’d released so much her body could barely keep up.
She bent over, and the gremlin slid off her cock from the sheer weight of the cum dumped inside her small frame.
“Huff, huff… fucking hell, Rebecca,” Xena panted, hands braced on her knees in exhaustion. “Are you part succubus or something?!”
The shortstack rested on her cum-filled stomach with a blissed-out smile. “Ehheeh! Yes, actually. Gremlins are in the same family as ‘em.”
Xena dragged a palm down her face with a weary huff. “Of course you are.”
