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Be Anon

You’re resting up in your bed after a hard day’s work and a hard night’s romp with the beautiful woman laying next to you

You were at the local tavern, having yourself a drink, and before you know it this dusky beauty is all over you, squeezing your muscles, feeling your abs, grabbing your ass, etc. It’s not like you’re not used to that sort of thing, not to put too fine a point on it, but you are JACKED. A laborious job and a good bloodline will do that, it also helps that you have a rugged face and a mighty cock to go along with it

You may not make a whole lot of money, but you pull down ridiculous trim regardless

And ridiculous just might be the word for this chick, like, holy shit, seven times in a night! You’re impressed with yourself but also a little worried now, will she want more when she turns over?

On cue she stirs, mumbling contentedly as she rolls over, glossy black har spilling over her shoulder and across one of her perfect breasts. “Hmmm… morning Anon. How’d you sleep?”

“Didn’t get much sleep last night,” you say, smiling. “Not that I’m complaining.”

She chuckles softly and traces your pecs down to your abs. “Mmmyeah, you’re a rare find, Anon. Toned, hard body, nice face, and pretty good stamina.”

’Pretty good stamina?!’ You think, incredulously. ‘Anyone else would be dead after last night!’

“Also…” her hand drifts down and grabs your flaccid cock. “You have a nice, fat cock that hits all the right spots.”

Take it to heart, lads; the only girth a girl wants on her man is in his pants

She lets go of your chub and sits up, tying her hair into a ponytail before searching around for her things. “Alright, come on. I’ve got a guy I want to introduce you to.”

“What? A guy? Who?”

She continues looking for her pants. “The head of the caravan I run with. We haul freight and people through the Indrel Mountains, and we’ve been looking for a guy like you. Pay’s good, food’s good, and you’ll get laid. A lot.”

“By you, right?” You say, watching as she bends over in front of you, naked from the waist down.

She turns back at you and smiles. “You’ll meet your fill of ladies on this trip, trust me.”

SOLD

What can you say, you’ve always been the impulsive type.

The caravan is well-appointed, with ten covered long-wagons and about three times that in four and two-wheel carriages. There must have been a hundred-fifty people all told, some were merchants, others were travelers, there were even a few families, men, women and children packing all they owned into the carts or backpacks to depart for a new life.

Where were the ladies you’re supposed to meet? The wives? If that were the case you’d give it a hard pass; that shit ain’t your style.

The Nympho, whom you’ve recently learned was named Layla, beckons you to follow as she walks over to a tallish man, you can tell right away he’s the caravan’s minder; the man responsible for seeing to it that everyone and everything gets to the destination in one piece. He’s got that look about him of a man who’s job is to herds cats, but he’s enough of a sunuvabitch to pull it off every time.

“That him?”

“His name’s Anon. Best I could find,” says Layla. “And we roll out today, so take it or leave it.”

“Hm,” he grunted, looking you over like a piece of meat. “Skills?”

“Strong, sturdy, eager to please and good at it too,” she says, winking at you. “And thick as a brick.”

You laugh nervously, was that really something to bring up to her boss? “Not a brick. Maybe a tiplod sausage or a sapling tree or something like that.”

Layla smirked and flicked her ponytail over her shoulder. “See?”

The Boss snorted what you assumed was a laugh. “Awright. He’ll do. Anon, I’m Kleff, I’m lead-hand of the caravan and jerkline skinner. You do as you’re told and don’t fuck up, we’ll be best friends. Any questions?”

“One,” you say. “What will I be doing?”

Kleff’s eyes glint as something that was not quite a smile pulls across his face like an old canvas sail. “Why son, you’re gonna be our diplomat.”

You don’t know what that word means. “Alright!”

The first day goes well, you learn how to line and goad tiplods; you suppose this is what a diplomat is?

They sound a little similar. Diplo-mat? Tiplo-mat?

You plod alongside the wagons and carriages as the caravan makes its way across the plains parallel the to the Indrel Mountains. Layla’s somewhere in the back, so you haven’t seen much of her.

You’re about twenty miles into your journey when you realize that for a caravan that’s going through the mountains, it sure does seem to be keeping its distance. You ask one of the merchants, a rotund jolly fellow who’s wife keeps making eyes at you.

“Ho-ho! You must be new to this caravan! Mister Kleff doesn’t use the primary routes. You see, most Indrel colonies only barely maintain their routes in order to skim coin and tools from travelers. They allow passage under strict supervision and escort. As such, travel through the mountains can take as long as two weeks! But Kleff has found an alternate route; a small, relatively new Indrel colony that’s much more, er, ’welcoming’ to human travelers.”

“How so?” You ask, cocking your head.

He pauses, touching his ring-bound finger to his lips, oiled eyebrows arching. “Oh, well, you know… ah yes, they’ve made a series of tunnels through the mountains. Instead of winding roads and such, the path is far straighter and therefore faster! My last trip was six days, round trip!”

You nod, assuming that’s a good thing. “So why aren’t there more caravans on the road if it’s so great?”

Mr. Merchant stifles a laugh and looks to his wife, who scowls and crosses her arms, turning away. “The Indrel of this colony are a little bit off-putting. Not aggressive or dangerous, per se, but strange; most Indrel colonies demand payment in coin or metal tools, but Mr. Kleff’s Indrel exact a, shall we say, peculiar toll. While keeping a civil tongue, let’s say that they are perhaps o’er affectionate towards their human wards.”

WAY too many big words in that sentence, so you smile and nod. “Okay.”

You blush as he notices your incomprehension, he looks you up and down as so many people have on this trip, each wearing the same strange expression on their faces. “My boy, what exactly did Mr. Kleff hire you on as?”

You smile and gesture at the tiplods on your line. “I’m a diplomat, sir.”

He exchanges looks with his wife, she looks as if she’s about to start laughing. He turns back to you and pats you on your rippling shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll do an excellent job.”

It’s not long before the caravan starts to turn into the mountains and the first of many tunnels. You marvel at the hole in the hillside, looking as though some massive finger had punched a tunnel into the face, like toddler poking a lump of oatmeal. The walls of the cave are made from a strange lumpy substance that looked translucent like wax but felt like stucco, in the ceilings were glowing fungus like the kind they had under The Teeth in Val Salia. Everyone’s faces were gaunt and ghoulish in the blue light, the crunch of tiplod feet and rolling wheels echoed hellishly in the confines of the tunnel.

You didn’t particularly care for it.

As your eyes adjust you notice something strange about the walls; all over there are these strange little smooth patches at random intervals, you stoop over and look at one, touching it with your fingertips, it’s smooth like glass. Five little patches of orange appear on the other side of the wall, they blink once or twice before you realize that they’re eyes.

You squawk something between a general alarm and a girlish scream and scramble over to Kleff’s wagon, jabbering and pointing back at the tunnel wall. Kleff stares at you wanly before looking up and around. “Ayup. That’s the Indrel. They made this tunnel by chewing dirt and mixing it with their spit, turns harder’n rock and see-through in places. They’ll be watchin’ us comin’ in and headin’ out, I reckon.”

You look back over at the wall, clusters of orange circles bobbed and blinked in over a half-dozen spots. You can’t help but feel they’re looking at you. “Why’re they watchin’ us? What trouble can we cause in a tunnel?”

“Trouble ain’t why,” Kleff says, patting the seat next to him. “C’mere, Anon. We’re gonna talk about your job.”

You obey, still feeling the weird orange eyes staring at you, the hair on the back of your neck standing on end. “I’ve been diplomatin’ the tiplods all day! I think I did a pretty good job. The tiplods are happy, at least.”

The side of Kleff’s mouth twitches, his eyes squinted slightly as his eyebrows knit together, you realize that he’s just barely holding back laughter.

“What?” You say, getting a little tired of how people on this trip have been treating you. “What’s so funny?”

He returns to his usual stone-face, looking maybe even a little hangdog. “Nothin’, I suppose. Look, so we’re comin’ up on this Indrel hive on the other side of this tunnel, you know anything about the Indrel? Ever see one?”

“Not really. I’ve seen ‘em a few times when I went through the mountains. Big bugs, right? Quiet. They just sort of keep an eye on you, yeah?”

“Usually. These Indrel ain’t like other Indrel, they’re a pretty new bunch. Calling them a hive is a little… well, they ain’t so much a hive as they are a sort of commune. As I understand it, they’re Indrel from all over that were given the boot from their hives and all came together here. So they’re a little strange.”

“Yes, that merchant guy down the line told me they were a bit ‘affect-shun-ate’.”

That means ‘weird’, right?

You once again look over at the walls, where eyes would occasionally disappear in one portal and reappear in another.

“Loose-lipped peddler,” Kleff grumbles. “Don’t listen to him. Look, what these Indrel usually do is escort us through their territory, takin’ their payment as we go from whoever they choose, but that’s going to change because of you.”

“Because of me?”

“Yes. You see, a diplomat is someone who represents a bunch of people to another bunch of people, and that’s what you’re gonna do. You are gonna represent us to the Indrel, understand?”

“Nope!” you say, smiling.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, shaking his head. “You’ll figure it out pretty quick.”

It’s maybe an hour before the caravan exits the tunnel, you run out and spread your arms wide and welcome the sun, sucking in the fresh air. You squint in the sunlight for a bit, waiting for your eyes to adjust, in front of you is a sheer cliffside with a series of caves overlooking a sort of cul-de-sac wreathed with jagged stones and ten-foot-tall limestone monoliths.

You approach one of the monoliths and see strange little scribbles carved into it. On the stone were a group of stickmen being approached by a group of six-limbed bug-figures. In the next sequence the stickmen were mingling with the bug-figures, one was surrounded by bug-figures and had scribbles over his head.

Sound?

Words?

Telling a story!

Another stickman was holding what looked like a lute and the bug-figures around him were amusingly drawn with their many arms in the air. No guesses as to what was happening there.

The odd thing was all the stickmen and bug pairs surrounding these groups, they seemed to be… dancing?

On the ground?

Wrestling?

Maybe the story teller was singing and the lute player was his accompaniment, and they were just overseeing a huge rave?

Then you notice all the dicks carved into the stone below the mural.

Dozens of them.

You’re a little miffed that a bunch of assholes went and defaced an Indrel monument like that. Like, carving all that cock into rock takes some serious dedication to being a shithead. All those dicks, all different sizes and shapes with… oddly detailed things like head shape, foreskin coverage and veins…

…

Also, they seem to be life-sized?

Huh.

The more you look at it the less this seems like an asshole thing and more like a bedpost with notches in it.

Except dicks.

A lot of them.

Oh shit, that one’s almost as big as yours!

A sharp whistle draws your attention to the rest of the caravan which has arranged itself into a rough circle in the clearing, Kleff is waving you over vigorously. You walk over to him and the caravan, looking back at the monument and realizing that there are at least twenty other such monoliths arranged around the cul-de-sac.

That’s a lot of cocks.

Kleff hops down from the wagon and heads off for the cul-de-sac, he motioned for you to follow him. You’re joined by Layla who’s grinning from ear to ear in a way that’s making you a little uncomfortable.

“Hey stud!” She says. “Howdoya like being a diplomat so far?”

“I still don’t really know what I’m doing.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry!” Layla chuckles. “You’re a natural! Now, shaddup and look pretty, here they come.”

About a dozen or so Indrel crawl out of the caves at the base of the cliff. Kleff and the merchant weren’t kidding, these Indrel are different. Not the dusty, aloof creatures of the mountains, these Indrel look clean and fancy, their shells smooth and lustrous, fine chains of silver and gold hang about their necks and wrists as saris and veils made from delicate translucent fabric lent them an airy, aristocratic feel. Their hair looks nice, soft and glossy like a horse’s mane and done up with beads and shiny brass clips, unlike the tangle of bristles most Indrel had sprouting from their head plates. Even the way they move is different, less mechanical and sparrow-like and more… well, the closest thing to whatever it is might be a sashay?

The group stops and the three most important-looking Indrel walk forward. Kleff bows respectfully, so does Layla, you just kind of jerk forward like a bird going in for a peck. Kleff clears his throat and speaks in a slow clear voice. “Madam Khx-Rhk. On behalf of the merchant’s guild of Val Salia, I would humbly request passage through your territories.”

“Kh-kh-khhhk” she replies, gesturing at the caravan and then at the assembled Indrel. “Paaaayment?”

“We have the agreed-upon goods in my wagon. You may inspect at your leisure, ma’am,” says Kleff, pointing at his wagon. The Indrel Madam soundlessly sends a command and two of the others flit over, they effortlessly find the large wooden chest amidst the other freight and haul it out, dropping it in front of the Madam; clearly not their first rodeo. “You’ll find it all there. I trust you have the list for next time?”

Madam Khx-Rhk hands him a scrap of paper as she opens the chest and clicks in glee, reaching in and taking out an ivory comb inlaid with amber beads. She runs it through her hair and buzzes, also taking a polished silver mirror out of the chest, clearly admiring herself. She puts the stuff back and the others quickly pick up the chest and place it in front of the other Indrel, who proceed to rifle through it, squawking and chittering as they find pleasing baubles.

Madam Khx-Rhk steps forward and trills at Kleff, running a polished, painted claw down his chest, five eyes fluttering. “Seeeeervice? Esssskhkhcort?”

Kleff stiffens and clears his throat, holding up his hand to her. “I have a counter-proposal, Madam.”

“Kx-kx-khkhx?” She rasps harshly, apparently she’d been looking forward to ‘service’ and didn’t want to hear of counter-proposals.

Kleff reaches into his vest a produces a piece of parchment and unravels it for all to see. “The Merchant Guild agrees that your route is the fastest and safest. We would like to thank your people for their cooperation with us. However, some concerns were brought up regardin’ the, uh, the services required, as they think that they might discourage less open-minded travelers. As such, they’d like to propose this.”

He points at the parchment, on which are some simplistic pictures depicting a group of stickmen approaching a group of bug-figures, then one of the stickmen joining the bugs, followed by the stickman returning to the other stickmen.

You’re not quite sure of what to make of it.

“See, here we have our diplomat,” says Kleff, pointing at the parchment. “He will join you and your group here and negotiate with all you ladies until a satifyin’ conclusion is reached. Then we move on through and return with your next payment. Understood?”

Madam Khx-Rhk taps on one of her faceplates with a sharp talon, the two larger arms on her shoulders raise up and flexes her fingers in the air. “‘Negotiate’?”

“You got it,” Kleff nods, smirking

“Diiiiplomat?” she ventures, hopefully pointing at Kleff.

Kleff puts and arm around your shoulders and pushes you forward. “Madam Khx-Rhk, meet Diplomat Anon. Diplomat Anon, meet Madam Khx-Rhk.”

You clear your throat awkwardly and step forward, extending your hand. “Pleased to meet you.”

She leans forward and examines your hand, her two fuzzy antennae tap away. You squeak when her clawed forelimb clasps your wrist and moves up your arm, squeezing and pinching as it went.

“This is normal.” Kleff whispers in your ear. “She’s just checkin’ you out, it’s fine.”

She shimmies up close to you, real close, as the rest of her arms join in, pinching the muscles of your arms and shoulders, pressing your chest, caressing your abs and giving your ass a hearty squeeze. It’s like getting felt up by a lobster.

Her gaze shifts down to your groin as a high-pitched chitter escapes her mouthparts. You notice the rest of the Indrel perk up, antennae at attention and abdomens twitching. One of her shoulder arms reaches down and grabs your crotch, you start as hard claws squeeze and pinch soft, sensitive flesh. She chatters and clicks as she traces the outline of your dick down your pant-leg, the other Indrel joining in her apparent excitement.

For the first time you start to think that this may have been a bad idea.

Madam Khx-Rhk breaks away from you and approaches Kleff, grabbing the piece of parchment from him. She points to the first two and clicks and buzzes in confirmation, but then she folds the last segment back out of sight, flips the parchment upside-down, and says “Sssstay. ‘Negotiate’. Reeeetuuurn. Go.”

Kleff pauses for a moment and turns to you. “Right, okay. So, they want you to stay with them after we leave.”

“What?!” You exclaim. “Why?!”

“Can’t say, but if I had to guess it’d be to negotiate with you more thoroughly.” He pauses and looks over at the Indrel, who are preening themselves and flicking their hair, eyes fluttering as they look at you. “You won’t be here long, six days, ten at the most. They’ll make sure you’re comfortable, don’t worry.”

“Look, I’m starting to have second thoughts…” you say, fidgeting. “I never signed on negotiate a bunch of bugs! I don’t even know what that word means!”

Kleff glowers at you but seems to reign himself in, instead he leans forward and whispers in your ear. “Negotiate means you do whatever they want you to do because you’re getting paid ten gold moths to do this job!”

Ten

Gold

Moths

“Buh?”

”Yeah.” Kleff smiles, or as near as he seemed able. “Crew and merchants all agreed that’s a fair price for a diplomat, seein’ as how we can swing four round trips through here in the time it takes to do one on any other trail. If we overcome this catch, this ‘service’ that the bugs want, we can pull three, four caravans a month. That’s thirty’r’forty gold moths for you if you stay on with us. How does that sound?”

“I’d blow a scav for one gold moth!” you exclaim. “I’m in!”

The caravan rolls onward, the assembled people waving goodbye to you, a lot of them are laughing

Joke’s on them, you’re getting paid mad gold to negotiate with these bugs, diplomat is a very honorable job, after all

So much wonderful honorable golden gold honor

Goooold

A claw pinches your shoulder, you start and turn around to see Madam Khx-Rhk looking up at you, running a claw through her hair, her eyes fluttering with a barely audible clicking sound. She gestures at the entrance to their hive and clicks in a low, throaty voice. “Diiiiplomaaaat.”

You take the hint and start towards the entrance. “Right. Is this where I’ll be staying?”

She buzzes and the troupe follow after you into the tunnel, two of the fancier ladies scuttle over to you and loop their arms under yours like debutantes at a ball. You smile and swagger, figuring you better get used to having ladies hanging off of you from here on out, what with you being a rich bastard now

The duo exchange a lot more than looks, you remember hearing that Indrel don’t talk to each other like people do, you figure this must be what’s going on here. You wonder what they’re talking about

The one on your right hooks a claw down the front of your pants and pulls the on waistband, leaning in and getting an eyeful, one of her soft fuzzy antennae reaches down for a prod. The one on your left sweeps in behind and traces the curve and shape of your buttocks with her primary claws, both are chirping like excited birds

You squawk indignantly and pull your pants shut, no sooner than you had Madam Khx-Rhk swoops in and chases them off, her four arms deployed as her abdomen twitches rhythmically. She turns back to you and buzzes soothingly, offering her arm. You hesitate for a second but take it continue down the tunnel

The tunnel was a lot like the ones through the mountains, weird rough glassy walls with glowing fungi lighting the way, but much smaller and with a small holes in the walls, floor and ceiling, they couldn’t be more than a foot across.You jump when a small Indrel scurries out of one of the holes and stands at attention before you

“Greetings, Diplomat Anon,” the little Indrel says, her voice almost human save for the slightly metallic flanging underneath her words. “If it pleases you, this drone will serve as your interpreter.”

”Uh,” you say, looking at the drone. “You guys can talk? Like words and stuff?”

Madam Khx-Rhk stood next to the little drone and gesticulated as though she were speaking. “This drone is of our interpreter caste, a new and revolutionary addition to our kind, pioneered by our Glorious and Wise Queen. Does this drone not please you? Another could be procured.”

You look at the little drone, she’s smaller and paler than the fancy ladies surrounding you, however, her hair is just as soft and silky-looking as theirs, if not more so. “No, no, she pleases me. Cute as hell for a big bug.”

Madam Khx-Rhk chirruped and combed her claws through her hair, eyes clicking. “The Diplomat flatters us all with his words. This drone will lead His Excellency to his quarters and prepare him for his duties with its supple mouthparts.”

What does that mean? ‘Supple’?

Best you can figure she’s going to talk you up some and get you squared for discussing whatever it is these bug-ladies want

Easiest gold you’ve ever made

You follow the drone down the tunnel as the group of fancy ladies disappears into the holes in the walls, the sight of them compressing their bodies into those tiny openings makes you wince

Bugs are weird

“This way, Excellency,” the drone said, quietly, leading you around the corner and into a largish room. “Is it to your liking?”

It was open, well-lit, with a high ceiling and a large, padded pedestal in the center. You walk up to the pedestal, it’s a circle about eight feet wide and made from the same rough, glassy stuff the walls are made of, but the padding on top of it seems to be some kind of silk stuffed with goose down, firm and supportive but soft and smooth

A bed

In the middle of a room?

Bugs are weird

“Is it to your liking?” She repeated

“Yeah, yeah!” You say, smiling. “Nicer than my digs at home! You Indrel must really like negotiating.”

“I understand that the activity is intensely pleasurable for those permitted to partake,” she replies. “Indeed, only young queens and queen proxies can indulge in this ecstasy, and even then but once a year… for other hives, that is.”

Jeez, this chick talks like a rector discussing scripture. “…Okay… say, you seem like you’re a wordy little bug.”

She nods. “Yes. Understanding humans and their languages, both written and spoken, is the perfunctory role of my caste.”

Wordswordswords

“Right, that’s cool. Could you tell me what ‘negotiate’ means?”

She bows shallowly. “Negotiate: verb; wherein two or more persons or parties attempt to reach an agreement or compromise by way of discussion. Although, in this particular instance, the word appears to be a facetious euphemism for engaging in interspecies sex on a massive scale.”

Huh

The presence of ‘sex’ in that word-salad is very worrying

“What?”

She rolls her eyes, her tone now somewhat flat. “As diplomat for the Val Salian Merchant Guild, you represent the caravan in matters of payment. The payment for passage through our territory is sex with the queen-proxies you met earlier.”

Oh

“What.”

“Until now, the proxies would accompany the caravan and mate with as many human males and females as possible while they crossed our territory. Since you are now representing your caravan, the responsibility of providing an equal service falls on you. Do you understand?”

“Y-yeah… thanks…”

“Pleased to be of service, Your Excellency,” she says with a bow. “Now, remove your clothing, please. Your first proxy will be in shortly.”

“What?!” You cry. “You’re not serious! I’m not fucking some giant bug! No one told me that’s what this job meant!”

She blinks, her face unreadable, and bows. “You are reluctant. I will inform the proxies. Your caravan will be brought back and another will be selected.”

At first you feel relieved, but then you remember the money. 30 gold moths a month to be a diplomat. 30! Maybe even 40! That’s more than you’d make in ten years at any other job you can do. But was it worth it?

Be poor

Fuck some bugs

Be poor

Fuck a LOT of bugs

Bugs are weird

Fuck a LOT

Get rich

Be rich

Get laid

Your logic is infallible

“Wait!” You call after her. “I didn’t mean it like that. I was just surprised. I’ll do it.”

She breaks into what is very definitely a smile. “Excellent. Now, remove your clothes, please.”

You do and she watches, her antenna standing at full attention. You finish by pulling down your briefs, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room

She starts forward, practically lunging, stopping a mere foot away from you. Despite you being some six feet tall and 220lbs of hardworking muscle, you shy away and squeak like a scared little girl. This bug barely comes up to your chest and she’s got you jumpier than a scav around baxxid!

“Do you require assistance?” She says, primary eyes looking up at you while the secondary ones looked… elsewhere. “Becoming erect? As is common with my caste, my inner mouthparts and esophagus are exceptionally soft and flexible. I can facilitate this process.”

Did a bug just offer to suck you off?

Ah well, in for a copper

“Uh, sure? Do you want me to si–”

Before you can finish, her lower jaw hangs open and splits in half, connected by a translucent green membrane, the flexible diamond-shaped opening of her throat surrounded by slimy, dark green flesh. Once again, you don’t even have time to recoil and scream before her mandibles scoop in between your legs, cupping your cock and balls as she presses her face into your groin, her mandibles locking around your hips. You move to dislodge the giant insect from your genitals when something starts happening

Something awesome!

“AAAAAaaaah? Ooooh… oh-ho-holeee shiiit…”

The inside of her mouth is like a tight, wet furnace being pressed over your loins. Your shaft gets pulled down her throat by taut, slippery bands of muscle while the slimy membranous stuff between her jaw-parts contracts around your balls and taint, pulling and massaging in a firm, frictionless grip

You stumble backwards and moan, trying to find the bed so you don’t have to concentrate on anything but the things she’s doing to every part of you down there. You sit down, hands combing through her lush, soft hair, grabbing ahold of her head, tracing her headplate with your fingers as you mumble encouragements

Her throat muscles feel like they’re trying to suck your dick clean off your body as soft, slippery flesh squeeze and pull your hardening cock down her gullet. Your balls are gently tousled and tugged by the slick muscular membrane, the wonderful, careful pressure on them makes you rumble from low in your chest

Then, she gets serious

She nestles her head down and gets her shoulders between your legs. You’re about to ask what she’s up to when she proceeds to pull your balls up to her throat and suck them down alongside your dick. Now your meat and berries are in the same boat as strong, sensuous muscles caress and squeeze about your balls and lower shaft, exuding the exact right amount of pressure to drive you fucking crazy! You pant and gasp, desperately wanting to call out her name, only to realize that she doesn’t seem to have one

That makes you a little sad

Then she reverses the direction of the undulation around your tip, peeling back your foreskin and washing over your head in wave after wave of hot, slick pressure. Now, all you can think of is how Kleff plans on getting you to leave this place

Just as you start to come up on what might be the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life, she pulls off of you. The sensation is kind of like when you pull your foot out of mud, only instead of your foot it’s your entire groin, and instead of mud it’s the gross-looking but insanely pleasurable mouthparts of a giant bug-girl

The sound is about the same, too

Your cock springs out of her mouth with a loud pop, swinging upwards and smacking into your taut belly with a wet slap, leaving a dick-shaped puddle of clear goo on your abs and belly-button, flicking a long ropey strand of it up into your face

“Hey! What gives?!” You say, desperately

“We find it gratifying that this drone is pleasing to you,” she said, stepping away from you, her head bowed as Madam Khx-Rhk strode up to you. “Your enjoyment of its assets and performance will be noted and passed along to the queen.”

You point at your glistening cock as it stood tall, twitching with irritation. “I’m not done ‘enjoying’!”

Madam Khx-Rhk clambered up onto the bed, straddling you, her upper arms reaching out and wrapping around your shoulders, her face inches from yours. “It is not worthy of your seed, Diplomat. That honor will only go to us, for the betterment of the colony.”

You open your mouth to respond when her mouthparts split open and clasp over much of your face, her long, muscular tongue pushes into your mouth and wrestles with your tongue. Her mouth is tougher, leathery almost, but smooth and wet and not unpleasant against your face. You can’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss the drone like this

She breaks the ‘kiss’ and a hard, impatient claw reaches down and grabs the base of your dick, steadying as she curled her abdomen downward, lining it up with your cock

She presses down, holding your dick steady as she tries to press her hot, narrow entrance at the end of her body down onto you. There’s pressure, for a moment it seems as though it won’t fit until your head pops in

She rumbles in pleasure as she lowers herself down, it feels like you’re pushing through a bunch of slick, almost hard rings, pop, pop, pop, and every time you do she squeaks and chirps, and the muscular stuff between the rings contracts. After about ten or so ‘pops’ you’re hilted like a sword

You pant and moan as the muscular rings shift up and down your shaft, the one at the top squeezes on your head, pushing down slowly, slowly, before popping down over it with what you swear is an audible squeak

“Do you like that, Diplomat?” The drone said, her voice flat. “Do you like my insides?”

“Yes… y-yes!” You moan as she squeezes and shifts around you with deliberate, almost sadistic, slowness

“Do you consent to give me your seed?”

“Yes! Please, let me cum!”

“As you wish, Your Excellency.”

She pulls her abdomen up, almost completely withdrawing your cock before slamming it back in. You lie back on the bed and moan as she rides you, the hot, wet rings inside her pull on you as she pulls off and push against you as she slams back down. She’s hissing and clicking in pleasure, the wet slurps and slaps of your bodies joining becomes even louder as surges of clear, hot slime the consistency of warm honey starts spurting out of her around your cock. She rides you with wild abandon, barely making any noise anymore as she drew closer and closer to her own climax

“Anon. Anon. So big,” the drone relates in her flat, disinterested voice. “So big. So thick. So strong, Anon, so strong. My eggs must have your seed, give them all you have. Seed me, seed me, seed me.”

You gasp and reach up, grabbing her abdomen in both hands and holding her in place, swinging your hips up at her in a frantic pace. Madam Khx-Rhk squeals in surprise and clamps down around your invading member. You can feel your cock mixing up her insides, jabbing up in between rings, stretching the sensitive flesh between them. Another, much larger rush of hot, thick slime blasts out around your cock, soaking your entire lap in her essence. Her climax puts you over the edge and you unload in a tooth-gritting orgasm, pumping up, deep into her well-fucked hole

You lay back and pant, she stands over top of you, still as a statue save for some shivers and twitches, her eyes half-lidded and partially rolled up. One eye blinks, then another, then all five.

“What. What. What happened?” The drone says for her. “Anon, that was amazing. You are a most impressive specimen, I can only hope your seed is as potent as your performance. I will be back tomorrow for more, unless I get impatient and drop by sooner. Good day.”

She spins around, your cock still in her, and clambers down off the bed, giving you a mischievous look as she slowly, deliberately slides herself off of you, your cock finally springs free with a lewd, wet sound

“This drone will clean you,” the drone says, bowing as Madam Khx-Rhk exited the room

You just got told to clean yourself up my a giant cockroach

This has been a weird day

You lay on your back, slick with sweat, your entire lap coated in what felt like honey. She approaches you and says. “I will clean you.”

You mumble something vaguely approving and her mouth splits open once again and gobbles up your twig and berries

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You groan as you push forward, digging into the bed with the balls of your feet, your calfs bunching as you press into the indrel under you, hands firmly clasped around her abdomen. She’s making a sound like someone cutting a copper sheet with a steel saw, pressing her opening back into you, practically throttling your cock inside her. Those weird muscular rings inside vibrating like harpstrings. Its been a long day but these bug ladies can wring it out of you like nothing else, you cum for what must have been the eighth time that day

You pant and slump over on top of her motionless form, well and truly bagged. She’s doing that freeze-up thing they do when they cum especially hard. You move to pull out when those weird little pincers they have around their pussies (or whatever that hole is) reach out and clasp around your shaft and balls, making you squeak; you’re a little tender down there!

“I did not receive a deposit of seed,” your interpreter/fluffer says, peering over the side of the bed. “Did my performance displease you, Your Excellency?”

You feel her pincers tighten as she glares back at you. “N-no! I’m just spent! I’m all out! No more left!”

She releases you and pops your dick out, a scowl on her hard, buggy face. The Little Interpreter, blunt as ever, does her job. “Greedy, egg-snatching, predigesting usurper.”

The Indrel Lady spins around and hisses at the Little Interpreter, who flinches away and retracts her limbs. She bows until her head touches the floor, the back of her neck exposed. The Indrel Bitch seems pleased by this and shows herself out

“I will tell the others of your depletion, Honored Diplomat,” the Little Interpreter said. “Thus concludes the first day of ‘negotiations’. We will reconvene after a refractory period. Human sustenance will be provided, as well as beneficial supplements of our own devising. Please eat and rest well, I expect a full measure of your essence on the morrow.”

Once she’s gone you turn to the Little Interpreter. “Okay, so, all that was words, but…”

Little Interpreter knew exactly what you were after. “To us Indrel, egg-snatching is seen as a reprehensible, er, very bad act performed by out-hive raiders. A predigester is the lowest caste of Indrel, capable only of digesting and regurgitating food. As such it is a grave insult to compare a queen proxy to one. Lastly, a usurper is a queen proxy that curries favor amongst her peers to undergo the change to queenhood before the queen has expired; this is also a very bad thing. Proxy Dhks R’kwl is not fond of Proxy Khx-Rhk.”

Whoa, bug diss

“I meant the other part?” You say. “Also, Dhks R’Kwl is a bitch.”

“Indeed, Excellency,” she says, you swear you see a tiny little smile flash across her face. “She said that food and drink will be provided, and that you are to resume having sex with the queen proxies when you have recovered. The food is here.”

Thank god!

A trio of drones walk in with two flagons and a tray of food. The fare is pretty standard caravan stuff; hard cheese, stale bread, olives, and cured sausage. Fuck it, you’re starving. You devour the sausage and cheese like a cesspit dog. You pour yourself a glass of sour wine and guzzle it,? ? pouring another and dipping the bread in it before devouring that too. You belch loudly and lay back on the bed, popping olives in your mouth

You feel like a king

You look over at Little Interpreter, she’s just standing there, watching you. “You, uh…you got a name?”

“Not one that would hold any meaning to you,” she says, her face expressionless. “Your Excellency.”

You pick up the second flagon and examine the contents; it was clear and thin, but most certainly not water. “What’s this?”

“Supplement,” she says. “It will replenish your lost fluids and provide energy and… other things for tomorrow. I strongly advise that you drink it.”

“Okay, but what is it?”

“Do you really want to know?”

Well gee, when you put it like that

You tip the flagon back and take a great big gulp of the stuff. It was strange, kinda slimy, a bit salty, and…sweet? Huh. It’s not bad, actually

You upend the flagon and drink until you can’t drink any more. You didn’t realize you were so thirsty, those bugs sure sucked you dry. You sigh in satisfaction and lay back on the bed, spread eagle

Little Interpreter walks over to you, her antennae poking your belly. You giggle, they’re soft and fuzzy, like a pussy willow. She clambers up onto the bed and adopts a familiar position. “I will clean you.”

You draw away, that means she’s going to do the mouth thing on your bits. “No, that’s okay! I’m feeling a little tender right now.”

“Understood,” she says, looking over at the other Indrel in the room, who were cleaning the floors with their mouthes. They snap to attention and leave. “Water and a sponge will be provided. You may clean yourself at your leisure. Though I must advise you to do so before your next copulation.”

“Uh…why?”

“If a proxy smells another female on you, she will become significantly less passive when harvesting your seed.”

You’re in no hurry to find out exactly what ‘less passive’ means, so when the drones make it back with a jug of water and a sponge you waste little time scrubbing the bug-funk off of you

As you scrub yourself, questions roll through your mind. What was up with this room? Why did they have all this human crap if they usually get their dickings on the way? What was a ‘queen proxy’? Why did a bunch of bugs want your baby-batter so much? It’s not like they could ‘use’ it or anything, right?

…Right?

Fuck it, you’ll ask. “So, do Indrel sleep on beds and take sponge baths too?”

“No,” she says as though it were obvious. “These accommodations are for human guests. Had your side not first suggested the idea of a representative, we would have. Although, we have accommodations for many more. We did not expect them to send us a single diplomat for such a strenuous role.”

You find it amusing in an ironic sort of way that the giant bugs had more consideration for your well-being than your own people.

You scrub your undercarriage with the cold water, even when being as gentle as possible your well-used wedding tackle throbs like a sprain. Yeah, you definitely don’t want to make those queen doxies or whatever ‘less passive’. “What’re ‘queen, uh, somethings’?”

“A high-ranking female that performs support roles for the queen as she is immobilized. A queen-proxy’s purpose is to appear in the queen’s stead in situations that she would otherwise have to be physically present.”

“So…like a diplomat? Someone who represents someone else?” You’re getting better at this whole ‘big words’ thing

“Sort of, yes.”

“So why do I have to fuck them?”

“Sex is highly pleasurable,” she says. “Sex with Indrel males is an annual event, whereas humans are able to perform at all times. You might say our queen-proxies are impatient.”

Ah, they’re just super-DUPER horny

Not that you didn’t notice

It just then dawns on you how completely bone-tired you are. You yawn and dab yourself with a towel, trudging over to the bed and practically collapsing on it. You roll over and pat the bed next to you. “Y’wanna hop in? Plenty of room.”

“If you wish.”

She climbs up onto the bed and settles next to you. She watches you as you get comfortable, her eyes wandering. You can’t be sure, but her expression seems almost…fond?

You drift off to sleep

You wake up feeling a little tender

Not as bad as the other day, but you’re REALLY not in the mood

You look down at the funny little bug girl cozied up next to you, fast asleep. She’s hard and smooth and warm, like boiled leather plate left in the sun. She smells kinda nice, actually, like warm dry hay with a touch of honey

She stirs and nestles into your chest

She’s, like, really cute, in a weird bug sort of way. You reach down and run your fingers through her hair. It’s different from the other Indrel, whose hair was soft, sure, but more like horse hair than human hair. Interpreter Bug’s hair feels almost…

Her eyes open slowly, un alert, as though not quite awake. Her orange-within-black eyes lock onto you, onto your hand. Without a word she nuzzles her cheek into your palm like a cat, her face mandible hooks around your wrist, gently holding you there

“Good morning,” you say as she taps at you with her fuzzy little antennae

Her eyes snap open full and she freezes, pushing her self away from you. Her face betrays little, but you would swear she’s embarrassed

SO cute

“It is actually mid-afternoon, Your Excellency,” she says, her words clipped and measured. “You have been asleep for ten hours. I trust you are rested.”

You nod, scratching yourself and stretching. “Yeah…I feel pretty good, actually. This bed is very comfy.”

She clicks and chitters, all of her limbs rotating in directions that make you wince (stretching?) before hopping off the bed. “Very well. I will alert the Queen Proxies that Your Excellency is ready to perform.”

You balls ache and retract at the mere thought. “Uh! M-maybe just… pull the reigns on that, yeah? I’m a little hungry, you know?”

She eyes you up before nodding. “Understood. Food is inbound. Does Your Excellency require anything else?”

You breathe a sigh of relief. “No, thank you, uh… hey, actually, I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

“I do not have a name, Your Excellency,” says the nameless dick-sucking cutie-bug. “I have a designation in Indrel that is inelegant in human speech.”

…’kay. “So… you have an Indrel name? Let’s hear it.”

“I am Hatchling Six of Brooding Chamber Eight, Seventeenth of New Caste Breeding Initiative, Human Relations Facilitator.”

There are times you wish you weren’t such a fucking idiot. “Well, okay, uh… well, I’ll need a name for you if we’re going to be buddies for the next few days, right?”

“Buddies?” Her antennae perk up. “Er… y-yes! Yes, that is logical. Perhaps ‘Six of Eight, Seventeen’ would be an acceptable short-hand?”

Nah, fuck that numbers noise. “I think I’ll call you ‘Cutie’.”

You reach over and boop the spot above the two little slits that serve as her nose. Cutie’s eyes go wide and her antennae shudder, her mouth hanging open slightly. If bugs could blush…

A quartet of Indrel march into the room, holding trays of food and flagons of water. The set the fare on the table and leave, each of them shooting Cutie what might have been wry looks as they left. It’s a weird feeling when everyone around you can talk without speaking

Cutie chittered and tried to regain her composure as you stuffed your face. It was more of the same, hard cheese, cured meat, pickled veg and stale bread, but it did the job. You down it all with a hearty pull from the water flagon, only to realize that it wasn’t water, but more of that weird ‘supplement’ you had the other night. Before you know it you’re tipping it back and draining the whole thing in a single draught

You guess you were thirsty?

“You are satiated, Your Excellency?” Cutie inquires, still a little flustered. “Shall I inform the proxies?”

Oof

“Hey now!” You say, clearing your throat. “I just ate! If I get, uh, active right now I’ll get a cramp!”

Cutie eyes you up for a moment but relents. “Very well. How long will it take Your Excellency to perform?”

Jeez this chick! Can’t we just cuddle? “I don’t know, a while!”

You wait around for a few minutes, there’s tension in the air. You’re not sure if you can do another day like yesterday, much less for five more! You gotta clear your head, you gotta figure something out!

Your leg is bouncing nervously as you contemplate your next move. Cutie sees this and shoots to her feet. “You are ready?”

Damn, girl, can’t a guy have a panic attack in peace? “No just… uh…” Think. Think! “Can we go for a walk?”

She blinks. “A walk.”

“Yes!” You exclaim, leaping to your feet. “A walk around the hive and seeing the sights will help me digest! Let’s go!”

You get up and head for the door

“Your clothes, Your Excellency,” Cutie calls out

“Heh heh! Right,” you say, pulling on your pants. “If I went out there naked the whole colony might hold me down and take a turn, huh?”

“You would certainly expire before you serviced the entire colony. So, yes, pants at the very least are necessary.”

You pause for a moment: that was an actual possibility? You hurriedly throw on all your clothing and follow Cutie out the door. You’re going to try and make this walk last!

The walk is going well

Well enough, all the rubberneckers are a little noticeable, everywhere you go the drones stop what they’re doing and stare. Compared to Cutie and the Proxies they certainly look… well, not ugly, but definitely not dolled up. Their carapaces are dusty and flat, scuffed, and their hair is a thicket of bristles, nothing like the soft glossy locks of the Proxies, or the near-human texture of Cutie’s

“Do I have something in my teeth?” You chuckle, a little nervous

“No,” Cutie says, a little too glibly

“Why are they staring at me?”

“You are a human,” she says. “They do not see humans often.”

You smile and wave at a few of them. “Hello ladies!”

“Do not do that,” she said, icily

“How come?”

“They are older drones, from other colonies, almost every drone in this colony is,” Cutie says, not looking at you. “They were ejected from their old colonies. Exiled.”

Uh, okay? Didn’t really answer your question, but you’re getting the impression it’s a sore subject so you decide to drop it. “Really? That’s too bad.”

“Because of humans,” says Cutie. “They were just curious. They just… liked them, that’s all. They worked and did as they were told like any other drone, but they were still exiled as ‘defective’, just because they wanted to learn more about your people. Now they’re here, and it’s all the same as before, only now the Proxies get to monopolize the humans as well as the males.”

…Kay. This is beyond your pay grade. Better say something tasteful and appropriate. “So they all want to bone humans too?”

Perfect

“Many simply want to observe and understand human habits, their culture, their lives,” Cutie says, turning around to face you. “Your people are strange to us. You have no claws, but you can dig. You cannot make resins or silk, yet you can build and weave. Metal, fire, wood; all these mysteries are yours alone! Your kind can bend the world to suit your whims, despite having no natural gifts. Humans are very interesting to Indrel, because their purpose is not clear from their appearances. Many of us just wish to understand how humans do what they do.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, looking over at the two drones, one of whom is running a long, black tongue over her lipless mouthparts, winking at you with three of her eyes

“But if Your Excellency were to offer, none here would refuse,” says Cutie, sotto voce

You feel bad for the bug ladies, and hey, you are getting paid for this, after all. Time to earn your gold and feel generous while you’re at it! Besides, you’re starting to feel… a bit het up. “Well, I guess I’ll offer, then.”

“What?”

“How about I show a few of these ladies here a good time, eh? I mean, I know I have at least one natural gift.”

She darts out between you and the drones. “That is inadvisable–er–not allowed, Your Excellency.”

“What?” You look over at the drones, they’re just as confused and irritated as you are. “Why?”

“Your Excellency’s seed is reserved for the Queen Proxies,” says Cutie. “They will be most displeased if you waste it on drones.”

You’re getting kinda fucking sick of these bug-bitches telling you what to do and, most of all, where you get to stick it. If someone’s DTF, you’re gonna help a bug out! “Let ‘em be displeased then!”

“As Your Excellency wishes,” Cutie acquiesces and steps aside. You move to go hand out some charity bonings when she says: “It will not be you who suffers their displeasure.”

That stops you dead in your tracks. “What?”

“You have diplomatic immunity. Should you transgress, it will be I who must take responsibility.”

Well, shit

“Uh…” You look over at the drones and shrug apologetically. “Can’t have that, can we?”

You make what you hope are apologetic gestures and follow after Cutie

It’s not long before you find yourself looking out at every Indrel you pass with a strange sort of longing. You’re beginning to feel… weird. Well, not ‘weird’ so much as ‘literally bug-fuck horny’. It’s hard not to think about how any one of the critters passing you would gladly fuck you, and with every passing second you’re starting to return the sentiment. Fuck, imagine if you could just throw yourself to the crowd, let them tear off your clothes and help themselves to what they want, what they need. The second your cock would pop out of one hole another would line itself up and jam it inside. Just going and going until your balls are dry, completely covered in their love-slime, dozens of Indrel scattered around you, your apparently valuable seed dripping from their-

Oh no

A boner

OH NO

One of the shitty things about having a big dick is hiding your traitorous organ when it wanted to stand up and say something. It can make its point very clear in the form of an obvious shape trailing half-way down your thigh. The other drones notice immediately, as though they were looking in that general direction to begin with, and Cutie spins around, her eyes wide

“Your Excellency must return to quarters,” she says, urgency clear in her voice. “It is taking effect faster than anticipated.”

You try to string together enough words to inquire as to what the dick-swinging fuck she was talking about, but that shit’s just not happening. You follow after her, your erection hobbling your stride to the point where you looked like peg-legged sailor

You shamble into your room and practically fall onto your bed, your heart thundering in your chest. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was an insistent, motivated kind of anxiety; you just HAD TO

“I have alerted the queen proxies, they will be here shortly,” says Cutie. “In the mean time, I shall–”

God DAMN does that bug-puss look inviting

She’s just standing right there, her cute curvy rear jutting out, all impudent

Those little pincers flanking her sex are open as hell, practically flexing for your cock, itching to guide your shaft between them and into the warm, slick folds between

You wonder what she feels like in there, since her mouthparts are so soft and flexible

TIME TO FIND OUT

“…to ensure adequate performance. If there is anything else Your Excellency wants, you need only ask.”

You sweep up behind Cutie, resting your head on her shoulder. “Actually, there is something I wanted to ask you.”

You shuffle your pants down and your cock springs out, thumping against the underside of her abdomen

“Y-Your Excellency?!” She exclaims as you nuzzle the side of her face, sniffing her hair as you run your hands up and down her perky rear. She smells good, and her hair is so soft. Even her shell feels better than the other Indrel ladies, warmer and more pliable somehow

“Must be hard, just standing there and watching,” you whisper into her ear, or what you think is her ear. “All that stuff you say while we fuck, that’s just what they’re saying in your weird bug language, right?”

“Y-yes… it is known that humans perform better when vocally encouraged,” Cutie says, her tone low and wistful. “I interpret the mating scents they give off when they… climax, as words.”

“I’ve been keeping you busy, then,” you say, running the back of your hand over her cheek. “Sorry.”

Her head swivels completely around to face you, if you weren’t so DTF it might have been completely horrifying. “Very busy. You are an exemplary diplomat, Your Excellency, and it has been difficult watching you perform so well and so often. It is my function to facilitate our people’s interactions, but my role as mediator can be… frustrating.”

“Can’t have that,” you say, rubbing your cock against the slick, warm opening at the end of her abdomen. “What say I facilibate this in-traction?”

“You mean ‘facilitate this-” Cutie clicked and rolls her eyes, her little pincers gently gripping your cock, pressing it against the soft, smooth flesh of her outer opening. “Whatever. Facilibate me, Your Excellency!”

She doesn’t need to tell you twice!

You line up your cock with her opening, you can feel her heat radiating off of her, her readiness for you, almost like she’s been waiting for you to make a move

You press up against her, your head squashing against her slick folds

You push harder, she’s not resisting or clenching, she’s just that tight; your dick pops off with a lewd, wet flick. You rub her slick opening for a bit before line yourself up and try again, pushing with firm but gentle pressure

“A-Anon…” she buzzes, her eyes wide, antennae up. “Please…”

You press forward, heart thundering in your chest as you feel her parting around you, stretching to accommodate your girth. Your breath hitches, you know you’re just bare seconds away from burying yourself deep in her hot, wet depths

“Your Excellency!” Cutie barks, her tone suddenly very different. “Get away from that drone!”

One of the Queen Proxies, the bitchy one from before, Dhks R’Kwl you think, hisses and scuttles up onto the bed, mouthparts split open, all four arms drawn and flexed. She growls like a bear and looms over Cutie, who cowers away, still translating. “This drone has trespassed against you and the colony! This drone is willful, defective! It will be replaced!”

Oh yeah, that whole thing

Wait, what?

Fuck that!

“Impudent, egg-snatching, caste-breaking, defective–”

You grab the giant, growling insect and pick her up, you’re always surprised at how light Indrel are, and toss her onto the bed like a sack of potatoes. She tries to get up but you set a hand on her back and press down with your full weight

“Cutie isn’t going anywhere, you bitch!” You roar, twisting one of her arms up behind her back. “I’m the diplomat, I get to say who my fucking staff are!”

The Queen Proxy’s head swivels around like Cutie’s did and her arm twists out of your arm-bar in a boneless motion that makes you wince. Plenty horrifying this time around

“Oh, Your Excellency,” Cutie translates from the side of the bed, her tone low and sultry. “Please forgive my outburst. When I saw you mounting the drone, I assumed you had been seduced by an impudent caste-climber. Now I can plainly see you were a victim of your… brutish lusts.”

Dhks R’Kwl fluttered her eyes with a dry clicking sound, no doubt trying to look alluring. “If this is the case, the drone was merely acquiescing to your will, and will not need replacing.”

You open your mouth to confirm this, but Cutie shuts you up with a curt shake of her head; the Proxy continues: “Of course, you will have to confirm your impaired state for this to be the case.”

You gasp as she grabs your rock-hard prick with the pincers flanking her sex, rubbing her very warm and very ready hole against your sensitive flesh. And just like that, you go from angry to FUCK in about a second. You line yourself up with the cooing insect’s hole, a grin on your face

“Why don’t you make like a Dinnlan border patrol,” you whisper in her ear. “And GET FUCKED!”

Without warning, you plunge deep into her. Her insides are hot and slick, sure, but undeniably hard and stiff. It still feels crazy good, though, as a shuddering gasp of relief escapes your lips. She makes a noise like a cat fucking a scav, her pincers gripping the mattress. God, you can feel her scream on the inside, those rings vibrating around your cock, making it tingle like a sleeping limb. A not-quite pleasant sensation that was mitigated by a surge of honey-like cum gushing around you as she climaxed

“Oh Anon, yes! Take me!” Cutie cries, for once actually sounding into it. “Take me like a wild beast!”

Cutie clambers up onto the bed, gazing into your eyes.

“What are you doing?” She says for the Proxy. “No, don’t translate this–”

You reach down and press her face into mattress and roughly hilt yourself inside her, not that it would actually shut her up, but it got the point across well enough

“Ahhn! Cumming!” Cutie moaned, like, actually moans in her sweet buzzy voice, you imagine what her voice would feel like on the inside. “H-harder! Yes! You’re so deep, Your Excellency! You stretch me out so much! Yes! Ah! C-cumming again! So good!”

Cutie’s eyes look into yours, half-lidded and distant, almost like she’s imagining, dreaming, that she was with you now. You use the Queen Proxy’s body to pleasure yourself as you gaze into her eyes. On impulse, you reach out and hook a hand around the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss, all five eyes snap open

She doesn’t resist despite her surprise, and she returns the favor before too long, pulling herself towards you, pressing herself up against your muscular chest as you ride Dhks R’Kwl

“By the Queen!” Dhks R’Kwl said through Cutie. “You’re so thick! It’s driving me crazy! I’m gonna–! I-I’m gonna–!”

The Queen Proxy roared and went stiff, you can hear the fabric tearing as her mandibles clenched hard. Everything about her clenched and seized, a pressurized spurt of bug-juice sprays around your cock, coating your crotch in warm honey-thick slime. Cutie breaks the kiss and leans in over your shoulder

“I need you inside me, Anon,” Cutie whispered in your ear, in her voice

She used your name

Like, she called you ‘Anon’, not ‘diplomat’, not ‘You Excellency’, Cutie called you by your name

You’re gonna cum

You heave and pant, the pressure built in an instant and release in a wave of pleasure. Your dick jumped and throbbed as you spray jet after jet of cum into the warm, willing body around you. You pant and gasp, gripping Dhks R’Kwl’s abdomen in both hands as your orgasm tapers off. The three of you bask in the afterglow, you waiting for your cock to soften and for her body to pass from its ‘I came too hard’ lock-up

“W-well,” Dhks R’Kwl stammered, yanking her pussy off of you with a wet ‘pop’. “Th-that was a sufficient deposit of seed. I will inform the others that you are, heh, feeling more than replenished. The drone will clean y–”

You grab her by the head and push it into your crotch, wiping your slimy, still-hard cock on her face. “Clean up your own mess.”

Surprisingly, she smiles at you; maybe she likes being treated like a cocksock?

Her mouthparts split open and she does a clumsy but earnest job of cleaning every last inch of your cock and balls. She looks up at you, eyes fluttering as she laps up the mess around your groin

“To your satisfaction, Excellency?” Cutie says, intentionally putting a wallowing lilt in her voice

You smirk and look over at Cutie, who smiles back. “Yeah. Good job. Now git!”

She does, jauntily skipping out of the room; sometimes a good fuck is all someone needs to get their head on straight, you guess

“Oh, by the way, Excellency,” Cutie said as Dhk R’Kwl leans back into the room. “I have informed the others of your present frenzied state. They will all expect a similar performance.”

Yeah, no, she’s a cunt

Another marathon bugfuck session and you’re well and truly bagged

You sigh and lay down on the bed, popping a handful of dates into your mouth. Whatever these bugs are feeding you seems to be working wonders, since all you feel is tired from the exertion and not like you just busted twelve consecutive nuts

Cutie sits down next to you on the bed, a smile on her face. “You performed well today, Your Excellency.”

You smile and put an arm around her. “What’s with this ‘Your Excellency’ business? I thought we were past that.”

She cozies up to you, trilling happily. “Are we? Informal speech is not easy for me but… you did good, Anon.”

You plant a little kiss on her hard cheek, causing her to chitter. Cutie hooks her mandible around your neck and turns her head to face you, kissing you on the mouth. You push your tongue past her hard, lipless mouth, she responds by opening her mouthparts, allowing you to press your mouth into the soft inner-parts of hers. Your tongues wrestle for a bit as she moves overtop you, straddling you before planting herself on your lap. You wrap your arms around her warm, hard body

She breaks the kiss and smiles. “Oh? Even after all that?”

You’re pretty surprised yourself when you feel yourself getting hard

You’ve GOT to find out what’s in that ‘supplement’, there’s a fortune to be made!

“Guess I still got some coins in the ol’ purse,” you say, your hand trailing down her abdomen. “Now, where were we?”

She starts as you reach back, fingers caressing the hot, soft flesh of her sex, slick and open with excitement. Her pincers clamp down on your hand as your fingers press into her hot, slick depths. She buzzes into your ear and shakes her head, reluctantly pulling away from you. “No, Anon… we can’t. If, no, when I climax, it will alert the others. The Proxies will be furious.”

You roll your eyes. “Just say you were, like, doing as you were told.”

She sighed and looked you in the eyes. “I would still be punished once you leave.”

You grunt in frustration and run your fingers through her hair. “The one bug I actually want to plow, and I can’t! …Well, there’s a sentence I never thought I’d say.”

She smiled and slid down your lap, your cock springing up, smacking against your belly. “Perhaps we can get back at them, yes?”

She gently takes your cock in her pincer and peels back your foreskin, her soft, fuzzy antennae stroking your head. Her eyes became distant, glassy, clear thick drool dripping from her mouth in ropey strands. Her tongue wraps around your shaft as her head bobs up and down, her antennae now frantically rubbing about your groin and balls. “You smell so good, Anon. It’s hard to control myself.”

“Do all humans smell good to you Indrel?” You ask, amused at the dopey, reverent expression on her normally impassive bug-face

“No,” she says, bluntly. “To be honest, most humans smell… well, good, but in a ‘food’ sort of way.”

You’re suddenly not completely comfortable with those sharp, shearing mouthparts getting friendly with your prick

“The supplement you’ve been imbibing has made its way into your scent,” she says, tongue running down your shaft with exquisite slowness before lapping at your balls. “In addition to improving your stamina and seed capacity, it also makes you smell like a male Indrel in rut. We almost can’t help ourselves!”

You surreptitiously sniff your armpit, not picking up anything besides your normal BO. Must be a bug thing

Also, what?

Cutie looks up at you as she deftly and gingerly takes your head into her mouth. She’s sucked you off plenty of times before, but this time is different. She doesn’t do that slightly horrifying thing where half her face splits apart into a gaping maw, her cute bug face intact as she bobs on your cock. The sensation is different too, like she’s going out of her way to pleasure you, and not simply clean bug-funk off your bits. You loose a shuddering moan as she works her way down your shaft. Most women have trouble taking you between their legs, but this bug-girl effortlessly swallows you whole, her orange eyes staring up at you lovingly as you pant and writhe. The amount of control she has over her throat and mouth muscles is absurd, at once you’re pulled, squeezed, massaged, every possible sensation barrages you as you lavish in her inhumanly hot, slick insides. Her jaw splits apart as she takes your sack into her mouth, gently tousling your balls, squeezing, pulling

This isn’t like fucking the Proxies, who’re after their own pleasure and your seed, this is Cutie aiming to please, to serve you. You see the affection in her eyes and your climax roars to the fore in a wave. You pant and heave like a tiplod in heat, grabbing her headplate, stroking her hair as you blast your thirteenth load that day. You would have figured you’d be out by now, but pulse after long, hard pulse of thick spunk shoots down her throat. Cutie slowly draws her mouth off your still-cumming cock, popping off it with a wet sound as long ropey strands of cum splash across her face

You heave a sigh and fall back on the bed. That was the best… anything you’ve ever had! You look up and see Cutie kneeling over you, swishing your cum back and forth in her mouth before making a show of swallowing. The exultant look on her cum-splattered face was made it clear that she was relishing this act of defiance; your ‘precious’ seed swallowed by a lowly drone, smeared on her face, the Proxies would be enraged if they knew

That, in addition to the mind-blowing beej you just had, made this the best day of your life

“Satisfied?” You say, panting

“Oh yes,” Cutie says, long tongue lapping the cum off her face, an undeniable smirk on her face. “That such a quantity of seed was wasted… well, let’s just say it would be best if this remained our secret.”

“No argument here,” you say, reaching up and pulling her down to you, her head resting on your chest. “Why do they want my spunk so bad, anyway?”

“It’s complicated,” says Cutie, rubbing your abs with a claw

You may be an idiot, but you hate unanswered questions. “Try me.”

“Indrel… change. From generation to generation, we can change to suit a climate.” Her claw traces over your outrageously defined abs, using them as a crude representation of the Indrel Mountains. “On either seaward ranges, the Indrel are adapted to heavy rain as the mountains catch the clouds. In the central mountains, they can survive long periods without water. The north and south ranges can withstand great cold and heat. We are all different, but come mating season, males and females of all hives migrate to mate. Virgin Queens and Queen Proxies accumulate vast, diverse reservoirs of male essence with which to produce progeny with all the best traits of each hive. However, some Indrel hives can change so dramatically as to be incompatible with other Indrel eggs. In order to take these changes and pass them on to the next generation, Queen Proxies expose their immature eggs to this incompatible seed, prompting the eggs to change in order to become compatible. This process is repeated year after year until complete compatibility is achieved. The fertilized eggs of the Proxies are then implanted into the Queen that she may carry them to term, producing offspring with the best traits.”

…Kay

Cutie senses your incomprehension. “Sometimes certain Indrel hives can’t breed with others. The Proxies keep trying until they can.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, still not quite understanding. “Cool.”

Cutie continues. “When the egg is inundated with incompatible seed, it changes itself as much as possible to be compatible. When this egg is fertilized with compatible seed, the offspring will have partial traits of all three contributors, though the traits of the most compatible predominate. Indrel produced by this three-way pairing will be exponentially more likely to be outright compatible with the third party, thereby rendering future generations of Indrel compatible.”

“Okay, but what does that have to do with me?”

“This hive has taken a… novel approach to the practice.” She looks up at you, patient as ever. “I am the product of such a process.”

You think on this for a moment, it’s not your strong suit, but you really are trying this time. So, Indrel bump uglies with different Indrel that can’t knock them up so that their kids would be more likely to breed in the future. An egg that gets washed in spunk from an incompatible Indrel will change to accept it, so that when it gets fertilized by a compatible Indrel, the offspring will be able to directly breed with the freak-bug

That… kinda makes sense?

But what does this have to do with them fucking… humans?

You look down at Cutie, with her softer shell and silky smooth, human-like hair. Her sweet, slightly twangy voice

Indrel breed but once a year, just one chance to expose eggs to freak-spunk per year, but humans… well, it’d certainly hurry the process along, wouldn’t it?

“You’re…?”

“Still an Indrel,” she says. “The seed that fertilized my egg was from an Indrel. But I understand that my Proxy, Khx-Rhk, almost exclusively partook in payment from Mr. Kleff. My caste have been hatched more and more frequently ever since we began accepting human traffic through our mountains.”

Holy shit

The next day goes pretty much the same

Funnily enough, fucking bugs over and over is starting to lose its weirdness, it’s almost routine at this point

The day was over and the rounds had been done, you were bone-tired and shagged out in more ways than one. You and Cutie sit on the bed, a deck of cards two piles of candied nuts between you

“Don’t feel too bad if you lose,” you say. “I’ve been playing this game for a while. Got my tells all under wraps. Night after night, sharking the card tables, honing my craft–”

“Your options are ‘call or fold’, not ‘call, fold, or talk’,” she says, an unimpressed look on her hard buggy face

You sigh and set your cards down. “Fold.”

Cutie clicks a laugh and scoops your pile of candied cashews over to her, popping each into her mouth with apparent relish

You reach over and take a slug from the flagon of supplement nearby, smacking your lips. You never disliked the stuff before, but you’ve really developed a taste for it these past few days, likely because it’s probably been what’s keeping you alive while giant bugs tried to suck your soul out through your dick

A drone sticks her head in the room, antennae twitching, and Cutie hops off the bed. “Anon, come with me.”

“What’s going on?”

“We have been summoned to the queen’s chamber.”

You walk the ‘spacious’ halls no doubt meant to impress visiting diplomats such as yourself. Spacious by Indrel standards, meaning just tall enough for you to stand up straight in. You approach a much less so entrance, it was still larger than the shoulder-wide holes in the walls and ceilings the Indrel made do with, but you still had to squat and waddle your way through. You hoped that there’d be some kind of separate chamber so your first encounter with the Queen would have at least some chance of dignity on your part

No such luck

The room was wide, oval-shaped, with high ceilings like in the hallway, but only because of all the weird silky bushel-sized pods hanging from there. The air was warm, almost humid near the ceiling. There was enough clearance for you to stand up straight, but you hunch anyways because you don’t want to bump your head on what you suspect are babies.

All around you are the Queen Proxies, looking like a cat getting a good pat as numerous drones work on them. Some are buffing and polishing their shells to a glossy shine with pumice and what appears to be their own secretions, while others looked to be chewing on their hair, breaking up the hard bristles into finer strands before straightening them with a comb

Huh

So that’s how they did it

Your attention is drawn to the front of the room, where an Indrel that could only be the Queen sat atop a ‘throne’ of resin and silk. Her front-half was like any other Indrel, albeit better kept and clearly senior to all about her, but her thorax was bloated to the point where pale flesh extruded out between her carapace. Thankfully the business end of that thing is hidden from view behind a silken tarp of sorts behind which vague shadows worked away

You’re sure you don’t want to see what what going on back there

On cue, an Indrel emerges from behind the shroud, in her claws a fresh, glossy spherical egg the size of a small melon. Your eyes don’t linger on the egg for too long, drawn up to the soft, bulbous orbs hanging from the Indrel’s chest

That bug has tits

And real banging ones at that, pert and bouncy like a prize-winning barmaid, the beige flesh of the Indrel giving way to a warm, almost yellowish hue, translucent and shiny

You kinda… really want to give them a nice firm squeeze, among other things

Cutie notices your eyes wander and says. “Nurses. They tend to and care for the eggs and larvae.”

“Okay, yeah, but–”

“When food is plentiful, well-fed Indrel produce a thick nutritious substance and store it in strategic locations on their bodies for later regurgitation and consumption for them or their sisters.”

‘Strategic locations’ she says…

She continues. “Deep in the colony, we have a caste known as repletes. They’re selected for beneficial physical attributes that allow them to store vast quantities of this substance. The closest translation humans have for it would be ‘milk’. Although we call it ‘supplement’, as it is meant to supplement our diets in lean times.”

You do a brief double-take and look down at her, Cutie buzzes in amusement, smiling. “What you drank was supplement dissolved in spring water to promote your consumption. What? Would you have drank it if I called it ‘Indrel milk’?”

Your mouth hangs open as you watch the stacked Indrel nurse hop away, milkies bouncing in a pleasingly familiar way. You swear she was looking at you out the side of her eye, a smirk on her face

“The Nurses are given much food so that they may always have supplement on hand to feed to the ravenous young. This prevents the more willful among them from devouring their smaller kin.”

You remember when your older brothers would steal your share of the honey cakes mom used to make. With this perspective, you’re at least glad that none of them tried to take a bite out of you

You eye up Cutie for a moment

What would happen if she, say, she started eating better…?

The Indrel in the room all perk up and bow

The Queen is speaking

“Your Excellency, Diplomat Anon,” says Cutie, her voice low and commanding. “I trust you have enjoyed your stay?”

All eyes turn to you and you find yourself at a loss, stymied. You look down at Cutie, she winks and smiles reassuringly. “Yes, I have. You have been most, uh…”

Cutie mouths you through the fancy word. “Acc-om-o-date-ing. Uh, Your Majesty.”

The Queen looks between you and Cutie, her expression unreadable. “Your caravan made excellent time through our mountains and was most successful in their endeavors, they will be coming back shortly and you will be leaving with them.”

You blink in surprise, now aware that you haven’t really been keeping track of time. “Oh… okay. That’s great news! Did you call me in here for that?”

“Partially. First, we must ascertain the quality of our services.” She watches as the words sail clean over your head, rolling her eyes. “Was the food to your liking?”

You nod, patting your belly. “Very good. Very bracing. And the service was great!”

The Queen almost smiles at this. “The interpreter was… agreeable? You are pleased with its performance?”

You smile and nod, patting Cutie on the shoulder. “She has been a great help, just wonderful! I could not be more pleased with her service.”

The Queen definitely smiled at this. “This is excellent news. Our efforts have paid off. This drone and her caste represent but the first step towards a brighter future for both our races. To mark this momentous occasion, might we provide you with this?”

Out from behind the silken curtain was an Indrel, clearly of Cutie’s caste, but done-up and polished like a Queen Proxy

The Queen gestured at the fancy lass and then at the ceiling. “This one showed the most potential as a larva and was permitted to pupate in the warmth of the royal chamber. She is the first of the new caste to qualify for the rank of Queen Proxy, and in the interests of furthering our people’s ‘diplomatic’ relations, has been selected to accompany His Excellency back to his people. If His Excellency consents, of course.”

Wait, what? This buggy thot was coming home with you? Presumably to do more ‘diplomacy’ with you while you were away from the hive. Being here must have done something to your brain, because you practically cheer at the prospect. Shit, and she looks right into it, too. Just imagine, she’ll be just as soft and smooth as…

You look down at your side, at Cutie, who looks… sad? Resigned? Both? Hey, yeah. If you leave her behind she’ll just… keep on watching people fuck. And, come to think of it, you’ve grown pretty fond of the cute little critter

“Actually…” you say, putting a hand on Cutie’s shoulder. “Might I suggest that my interpreter be the one to accompany me home?”

Even though no one’s actually speaking, you can feel the silence that falls over the room. From the shock of the assembled Queen Proxies, to the stunned looks on the drones, even the expression of hurt outrage on the new Proxy’s face. The Queen doesn’t look shocked, she looks… pissed?

After a while, she speaks. “That is not this drone’s role. She is an interpreter, diplomacy is reserved for Queens and their Proxies.”

You stammer for a moment but something within you rises, a hitherto unknown well of bullshit that speaks almost eloquently. “True, Your Majesty, but let me put it this way: no other Indrel has lived among humans, correct?”

“Not without… complications. But this new caste–”

“Forgive my interruption, Your Majesty, but they are untested.” You cast an arm around Cutie’s shoulder and pull her close. “This one has been with me the longest, understands humans best of all of you. Moreover, she’s not an investment like this fine young lady over here.”

The New Proxy preens a bit at the compliment

You continue: “So, might I suggest you send her instead to, uh, test the waters, so to speak. To see if it’ll work. If something happens, it’s not like you’ve lost a Proxy. Make sense?”

The Queen is silent, of course, but Cutie isn’t saying anything on her behalf. The Proxies all exchange looks and gestures, chittering softly. Even the New Proxy seems to be in favor of this new plan

The Queen spoke, her tone cautious. “Your Excellency is… unusually wise today. Although this drone will be required to return upon completion of this first foray and divulge all it knows. It may, in fact, be prudent to send an interpreter back with all future diplomats. Is this acceptable, Your Excellency?”

You nod, breathing a sigh of relief. “Very much so, Your Majesty. It was my honor to meet you, and I thank you for your hospitality.”

With that, you and Cutie leave the royal chamber

“Anon…” Cutie whispers as you. “Thank you.”

“Thank me later,” you say, winking back at her

She doesn’t smile so much as leer

Boy is she ever going to thank you later

You start to ponder if your new salary will let you feed your new bunkmate enough to prompt some, well, supplemental growth

You and Cutie step out into the sunlight for the first time in days, squinting as hot little needles prick at the back of your eyes.

You see about a half-dozen men walking down the clearing, accompanied by the Queen Proxies. oddly enough, they seemed pretty ok with their predicament, provided they knew what ‘diplomacy’ meant when dealing with Indrel

“Good luck,” you say as you pass

Only one seemed concerned at this, the rest simply chuckled knowingly as they walked by

You approach Kleff, who looks half-amused and half-ready to get swung at

“Anon, how’d it go?”

“How do you think?”

He looks a bit hang-dog. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. We weren’t expectin’ ‘em to want to keep you like they did. Anyway, we’ll be doin’ things differently from now on.”

You jab your thumb over your shoulder. “Like tell people what they’re in for before offering a price?”

“More like goin’ to a brothel, roundin’ up a bunch of gigolos, and then throwin’ the gold down. Seemed to work. Those lads ain’t the squeamish sort.”

You wonder why they hadn’t thought of that before, but decide not to look this gift tiplod in the mouthparts. “The rate still the same?”

“Has to be, I think.”

You clear your throat and hold out your hand. Kleff chuckles dryly and sets a nice, heavy sack of gold in your palm. “Here. Now you done really earned it. Madam Khx-Rhk insisted that we take you on permanently. Though this new method has it that we’ll only need you once a month. Also, to fill in if we come up short.”

You nod and offer your hand. “40 a month?”

He nodded and took it, shaking it firmly. “We’ll be runnin’ so much freight and mail through here, it’s the least we can do.”

You try to not let your excitement at that tidy little sum show as you smile. “Oh, by the way, this one here will be coming back with us.”

Cutie stepped forward and bowed. “Mister Kleff. I have heard much about you. My progenitor spoke highly of your skills.”

Upon hearing her talk, his eyes bugged in his rugged, cracked face. “Whuh.”

“New breed,” you say, overjoyed at the complete destruction of his unflappable demeanor. “Weird, huh? Well, I’ll be seeing you around, Kleff! Pleasure doing business with you!”

You and Cutie clamber up on a wagon and make yourselves comfortable. Before long the caravan is off and heading out of the mountains. You roll along together, refraining from, you know, jumping on one another, at least for the benefit of the other passengers

Along the way Layla pays a visit, hopping into your wagon

“Hey, Layla!” You say.

“Hey, Big Dick!” She crows, a yinglet riding on her shoulders. “How was your stay at the hive?”

“Draining,” you say, gesturing at Cutie. “And I’ve got a little memento of my stay, too.”

“I can see that,” she says, waving at Cutie. “She’s a funny-looking one. Different from the others.”

“I am of a new caste unique to my colony,” says Cutie, her tone a little icy. “His Excellency has named me ‘Cutie’. You may also use this appellation if it pleases you, Layla.”

Layla smiles and nods, turning to you. “‘His Excellency’?”

“I’m an ambassador?”

You decide to change the subject, pointing at the ratbird on her shoulders. “What’s with the scav?”

“I’m Bakki!” He chirps. “I gotta biiiiig pecker!”

You snort a laugh. “Do you now?”

“Almost as big as yours,” says Layla, smirking

You do a double-take. “Really?”

She reaches up and tickles his chin. “Found this little shit in a harbor city in the Green Reach. Woke me up in the asscrack of the night, plowing some slut in the alley. I break it up and see what he’s packing, so I picked him up and brought him back to my room”

She sees you cringe a bit and laughs, kicking you in the shin, pointing at Cutie. “Like you can talk! He’s loyal, eager to please, eats table scraps, and can go all night. He’s the perfect man.”

“I’m splendid!” Bakki giggles

“You are, my fuzzy little clam-shucker!”

You chuckle and shake your head as Layla and her allegedly hung pet set off for the rest of their rounds minding the caravan

“I do not like her,” says Cutie. “She is disrespectful.”

“If it wasn’t for her, we wouldn’t have met,” you say, reaching over and booping her noseless face. “So she’s not all bad.”

Cutie smiles at this and scoots closer to you. “I will have to thank her, then.”

“Maybe whip up some supplement for her twitchy little friend?” You chuckle. “Let him really show her a good time.”

Cutie shifted, her antennae twitching in a way that suggested embarrassment. “I do not have, er, sufficient deposits for such a venture.”

“Well…” you say, putting your arm around her waist and pulling her even closer. “I’m a rich man now. What say we work on that?”

Her antennae perked up, pincers on her abdomen clacking in excitement. “I will… get to eat more than once a week?”

You smile and pull her close. “How about three times a day?”

She looks at you like you just grew another head. “Do not test me with your human jokes, Anon.”

You get home the next day, your hovel much less impressive than the almost royal digs back at the colony

Let’s not doll it up, it’s a fucking hole in a wall

One gold moth ought to get the two of you proper digs for six months, leaving 39 to spend on… whatever

You toy with the idea of becoming a merchant, investing in far-off ventures, letting your money work for you

Then you remember you’re an idiot

Whatever, you’ll hire smart people, maybe that merchant guy and his wife could give you some pointers? Maybe you could reinvest some of your money into promising-looking markets and make a percentage? This route you just helped open up would allow for a higher quantity of high quality goods to flow through, four times any other if you heard correctly, you’d just have to help finance ventures through the trail and you’ll be seeing returns every few weeks, in addition to your pay–

A low, purring growl behind you breaks your concentration. You turn around just in time to see Cutie leaping through the air at you

The little giant bug tackles you backwards onto the bed. She loomed over you, mouthparts splitting into a wide, toothy grin

“I have waited long enough,” she says, her voice a lot more Indrel-like now. “If you hold any attachment to your current garments, discard them immediately.”

You nod and shuffle out of your clothes. She looks you over like you’re a mouthwatering piece of meat

Literally, she’s drooling on you

She rolls her tongue up your abs and onto your chest, playing with your nipple a bit before tracing your jaw

You reach up and run your hand through her soft, human-like hair, drawing her close for a kiss

Cutie returns the favor, her long, flexible tongue snaking into your mouth. She tastes familiar, mildly sweet with a strong savory flavor, almost musky, it’s making your head spin

It’s also making you react in… other ways

“Do you really find me so attractive, Anon?” Cutie says, a smirk on her face as one of her back arms reaches down and grips your cock. “Am I like Layla in your eyes?”

Is your little bug… jealous?

Can’t have that

You effortlessly lift her off of you, she weighs maybe 60lbs, and plop her down on the bed, pinning her shoulders as you line yourself up with her entrance

“What do you think?”

She opens her mouth to answer, but you silence her with another kiss, your tongue pushing into her mouth, tasting her

She gasps into your mouth as you touch her entrance, she’s hot to the touch and practically dripping; poor girl’s been pent up all her life. Well, you suppose you should do something about that

Just like before, she’s almost too tight to enter. Her soft, velvety insides coated with clear, viscous honey, slick enough to make your fat head slip off her with a wet flick. You line up again and, using your hand to steady yourself, try again. It’s still not easy, your shaft bows out as your head flattens against her hot, overflowing folds. Just as it seems like it won’t go, you lurch forward and enter her with a lewd, wet sound

Her body goes stiff and you feel her spasm around your tip, a rush of clear slime gushes out, soaking your shaft

She came hard just from you putting it in

You wait patiently for her to come out of lock-up. Her five eyes blink out of sequence, then together, before her pupils dart about, a look of dazed surprise on her face

“A-Anon?” She buzzes, shaking her head. “Oh, Anon… that was amazing!”

You arch an eyebrow and glance back down at the many slick inches still outside of her

Her claws rush to her face, embarrassment clear in her voice: “D-did I just climax from entry?”

You nod but smile. “Hey, relax. It just means I gotta catch up.”

You press forward and, holy shit, does she feels good; she’s tight and textured like the other Indrel, but also soft and fleshy, her internal bands more like a pair of lips than a pliable ring of cartilage. She moans and cries out as you move, you can feel her delicate voice buzz around your dick as her body strokes and squeezes. You’re sure you’re not going to last too long at this rate, but you can’t help yourself, you let her have it

The bed creaked and shook as you thrust into her, her light body shaking and jolting as your animal instincts take over. Some part of you is dimly concerned for her safety, worried that you’d hurt her, but this is quashed by her wrapping all her limbs around you and pulling you into a passionate kiss, a hot surge of cum spraying out of her, coating your groin and belly.

She breaks the kiss and moans into your ear. “A-Anon! So good! Keep-keep going! I’m–I’m cumming again!”

Another surge of hot slime adds to the increasingly large puddle collecting on your mattress. Your own climax rolls up like a wave, building and cresting, before a huge, full-body spasm takes hold. You bellow, low and deep, as you paint her insides white, you can practically feel the long ropey spurts of cum flow deep into her body, mixing with her juices, imbuing her with your essence.

You heave and pant over her, sweat glistening on your body, she looks up at you with starry-eyed adoration. You crane your neck down and kiss her, that sweet, musky flavor gone

Hey, wait a minute

“When you kissed me before, it tasted like…”

“Supplement?” She buzzes a cute little giggle. “I wanted to give you a little pick-me-up, to ensure your performance was up to par.”

You chuckle. “Was it?”

She looks down at the mess the two of you made.

You also look down at your bed and grimace, fucking this chick several times a day every day was going to be a pain in the ass for laundry

Oh well, sucks to be your maid once you hire one!

“Perhaps it is fortuitous that I do not have any more left in reserve, otherwise I would be dearly tempted to reinvigorate you.”

“No more left?” You say, grinning, it was time to put your plan in action. “How about we get you some lunch?”

The maid shuffled down the hall of the manor, a heavy sack in her muscular arms. She bears the weight well, the cotton sheets were dry, fresh cleaned and perfumed. Gods know they needed it, everyday in there with that… thing! And not just in the bedroom, sometimes she would find puddles of bug-slime in the hallway, or the closet, or the kitchen!

It weren’t natural, it can’t be!

It pays well, though

She approached the master bedroom and pressed her ear to the door, the sounds of creaking and moaning, the wet slurp of–

“Fookin’ ‘ell…” the maid sighs in disgust, kicking the door. “Th’ clean sheets’re out here! You hear me, yer Excellency! They’re–”

A husky, slightly buzzy voice replies: “F-fuck off!”

She grunted and shambled away, she’d change the sheets when they finished

If they ever finished

It pays well, though

The bed creaks as Cutie rides you, her abdomen rising up and down as she kisses you passionately, her swollen, bountiful repletes pressed against your chest

You’ve been feeding her well

She breaks the kiss and rears up, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she climaxes

You smile as she freezes up, a look of pure bliss on her hard, bug face. You always let her bring herself off at least once

But you also like to get the job done yourself. Without withdrawing, you move her, grunting slightly as you do. She’s gotten significantly heavier since you’ve started feeding her better. Not that she’s heavy, she’s just developed some extra cushioning in her abdomen, around what you suppose are her hips and thighs, and, of course, the bouncing beauties on her chest

‘Strategic places’ your ass…

She calls them her ‘reserves’ or ‘repletes’ or ‘reservoirs’

Yah nah they’re tits

Double-D bug milkies full of supplement that she thoughtfully doses you with when you kiss

Needless to say, you two have gotten well-acquainted in the past year

By way of ‘for instance’…

You set her down on her back just as she starts to come to, her rigid limbs relaxing, eyes blinking, as she slowly came down from her post-climax state

Her mouth opens to ask what’s going, but you silence her with a quick thrust, burying yourself to the hilt

She moans and lolls her head to the side, eyes half-lidded and distant, mouthparts hanging open, claws weakly grasping at you. You’ve been around the block a few times to have picked up a few tricks, for instance, if you don’t let Indrel fully come down from their lock-up before continuing, they go into this funny sort of trance. Cutie compared normal sex this was like comparing a mountain range to a steppe, one has peaks and valleys until it reaches the big mountain and then drops off, while this starts high and rises from there, reaching a long, rolling peak that tapers off just as slowly

She describes it like its this peaceful thing, but it’s almost like she’s gone feral inside, clutching and squeezing, pushing and pulling, reacting differently every time you move

You pick up the pace and groan as she responds in kind, her bountiful tits bouncing up and down with your thrusts, the drool from her open mouth dripping down her chin and pooling on her bouncing breasts, coating them in a pleasingly glossy sheen

They look real inviting

You hilt yourself in her and start gyrating your hips, stirring her up, just how she likes it. The effect is almost instantaneous, a full-on spasm followed by an almost painful clench, a spray of hot cum soaking your already-coated lap. Her eyes go wide and she weakly reaches up to embrace you as you grind your hips into her abdomen, your pace becoming erratic as you feel your own climax rising up

You yank yourself out with a wet ‘pop’, the pincers around her clenching sex searching about, trying to find your cock and guide it back where it belongs. You clamber up over her and thrust your cock between her soft, round breasts. You moan as you grab her soft, firm tits and press them around your dick. The love slime coating your shaft and groin soon make her cleavage nice and slick as you pump between them

God it feels heavenly

Cutie, without your dick constantly putting her into a stupor, rallies enough to squeeze her tits around you on her own, opening her mouth and extending her long, black tongue down to lap and stroke your cockhead as it emerges from her cleavage, she winks at you and opens her mouth

That does it

You loose a shuddering groan as hot white cum floods her mouth, splashing on her face. You pant and huff as your orgasm tapers off

You sigh and roll off her, laying down on your specially designed circular bed

Diplomating bugs paid real well, but it was Cutie’s investments that were paying for this place

Turns out the little critter had a real head for investing

Not to mention her other responsibilities

Cutie’s long black tongue snaked up and lapped the bands of cum off her face, relishing it. She claimed it was second only to raw tiplod sausage in flavor. “I love it when you do that.”

“I love doing it,” you say, still panting a little. “Best tits in the city.”

She rolls over and cuddles up to you, pressing her warm, slick chest into yours. “Maybe that’s why the drone doesn’t like me?”

You chuckle, Cutie’s gotten a bit more confident since her promotion. “She hates it when you call her that.”

She hopped off the bed, wiping her abdomen on the messy sheets. “And I hate it when she calls me ‘that thing’ when she thinks I can’t hear her.”

“Fair enough,” you say, wiping yourself on the sheets as well, rolling off the bed and searching for your pants

“Anon, have you seen my badge?” Cutie says, wrestling her tits into her red Invenmoth top

You hand her the golden pin bearing the mark of a Val Salian ambassador. “Right here, Your Excellency.”

She smiles wryly at you, it had been an easy pitch to the Trademaster to make the buxom little bug their official mediator between them and her colony. For her colony’s part, they would have preferred a Queen Proxy for such an illustrious position, but Cutie mollified them with useful little tidbits regarding humans, such as our abiding love of breasts and all things that resemble them. Needless to say, they approved of her permanent residence in Val Salia, to ‘learn as much as possible’

The pay was nice and juicy, too

She managed to stuff her tits into the restrictive red top, causing them to pop out the top in a way that made you want to rip it off and ravage her some more

And she knows it

She watched you watch her dress, shooting you a seductive side-eye as she draped the bottom half of her uniform over her abdomen, the overall look was not unlike a ball-gown. Appropriate, given her new rank. She has to look the part, since all sorts of folk were itching to use the pass, so she set about

“You’ll be leaving for the Colony soon?” She says, knowing full well that you are. “I hope I didn’t tire you out.”

You laugh at this, if living with Cutie has done one thing, it’s improved your stamina. “I’ll live. Besides, with more dicks on hand it’ll lighten the load. Also, I’d wager that the girls there are taking your advice.”

You trace breasts in front of your chest and she smiles. “I have no doubt, although your favorite little trick may not be in their repertoire. Teach them.”

You were about to get paid gold to teach bugs how to titfuck properly

Good god, what a burden

“And what about you?” You say, walking over to her and hugging her from behind, giving her chest a long firm squeeze. “How will you ever pass the time without your favorite dick?”

“Best in the city,” she chirps, her head spinning around to look at you

“You’ve been looking?”

“I don’t have to,” she says, winking. “Only a select few diplomats are invited back. The Queen Proxies anticipate your shift most eagerly.”

You smile and give her a peck on the cheek. “I’ll hate every second of it.”

“Liar,” Cutie giggles, shooting you a sultry look. “I’ll just have to be patient. Though, expect a warm welcome upon your return.”

Man, she’s gonna snap your dick off when you get back

Oh, what a life…

The End