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You have much more potential than just being a glorified hitman, Nova. Just another killer? The touch was weirdly gentle.

It was warm, almost hot. More than plenty. I need…I have… other needs, Nova. I miss being touched. All I can feel is….. Kidnap Raynor or some other poor slob for your harem.

I already have a candidate in mind for a lover. That would be terribly inconvenient for me. This is happening. Accept and enjoy it.

Nova, to her horror, found her body responding, goose bumps breaking wherever Kerrigan stopped to worry her skin into a hicky. Her breath got short, and her nether regions got…perky.

Nova clenched her thighs together, but that made the feeling worse. Kerrigan meant it. Death or infestation were her other options. Nova had heard once that evil was logic minus empathy.

No truer example of that than the Queen of Blades. She wanted to make love to Nova, seemed to like her. It was all the same to her.

Nova fell back limply, turning her head away. You have to be involved, too. Show me you want it. Un-willingly, she leaned back in.

Thick, kissable lips met, for both parties. Nova had to shut her eyes. Kerrigan, her face at least, was too human, and pretty.

It made it too easy to think she was kissing a woman instead of a monster. Closing her eye made it worse. She felt warm, and light, and….

She got me worked up, too! Nova raged, even as her tongue slithered in symphony with her new mistress. Kerrigan massaged her mons with slow, rough skill, only to curl two fingers inside just as the kiss had Nova distracted.

The tips of those bumpy fingers prodded, stroked, rubbed her g-spot until Nova was whining like a bitch in heat. Kerrigan roughly pushed her arms up over her head, then pinned them with her wings, leaving Nova helpless as she ravished her body.

Nova shrieked as it was gently bit and tugged, and there was nothing she could do but lay there and gush, and tremble, as nasty, soppy noises came from her pussy….

Imma person! Imma not yer fudding whore!!! Too much. Just too much to hold. Her whole body shook, and she could feel Kerrigan satisfaction like a pealing bell of laughter through the mental ether.

I heal you, feed you, even spend my very important time making you feel good, and you just lie there and moan. Nova, still shaking and insensate from her orgasm, watched in fascination as Kerrigan detached the hook-like blades on her forearms.

The sharp edges on her leg armor either fell away like scales or retracted to a smoother, less threatening appearance. In bad light, she now looked perfectly human…except for the mane of fine tentacles that did duty as her hair, of course.

A changeable body on demand, within reason. Give me a kiss. About to climb atop the other woman and surrender the demanded kiss, the zerg held up a hand.

Not on my mouth. Nova gulped but did as she was bid. There was a bump and a seam to it…. Right there. Right below the split-scale.

Push it apart, get in there…. The scale parted on the seam with wet, sucking pop! She inhaled before she could stop.

Kerrigan was…sweet, spicy, tart. Nothing like what she had expected from her exterior. The opening was less than half the size of a normal vagina, and the inner labia were larger than the outer, but it looked normal.

The Ghosts had small but definite bent toward female membership, and things…happened. She built a rhythm, slow, languorous, and deep curves of her tongue, followed by a series fast, slapping licks, then kissing her whole mouth over the small opening and sucking hard.

It was thick. And slimy wet. And growing. I need to fit down your throat. Keep sucking! A no-shit penis. Or something. Kerrigan finally let her slide up for air.

It immediately thwacked her in the nose on the rebound. It was so thick and meaty, it had a real swing to it. It was a thick, curved sword of a cock, maybe eleven inches long.

The other woman? Keep your lips around the head…. Smaller tentacles? Despite her disgust, Nova kept stroking it, up and down with her mouth, swirling her fingers under the flattened head.

The rhythm, the warm meat in her mouth, the waves of pleasure she could feel in Sarah, it made it easy to fall into a trance.

Nova found herself reaching back with her free hand, playing with the sodden mess that was her pussy. Make her feel good too…like me. You know what to do with a cock, sweety.

I definitely made the right choice…mmmmm. Nova, biting her lip, gave the cock a strong stroke down its length, holding on tightly.

There were bumps, studs, and ridges the whole length, like a sex toy gone mad, but it was wet and alive and quivering in her fist.

Harder as you pull up! More handies seemed the best way to Kerrigan happy. Oh god, puuuuulllll!! Shiny and slick, they bobbled below the main shaft.

She could feel it rolling and thrumming with the cum inside. It drove her wild. Her hands frantically jacked Kerrigan. Oh yes, all the way down!!!

The cock that felt to be in her stomach was welling, swelling….. Fat balls, full of cum. Nova was sure she was going to run out of air before Kerrigan finished.

Eons later, the cockhead bumped over her wet-smeared lips and let her breath normally. The thing, proud and arrogant the way it bobbed in front of her eyes, was shiny from stem to base with her spit.

I did all that? That was a hell of a lot of cock! Nova stared dumbly at the twitching cock she had pleased. It looked even less like something that belonged on a human being, and Nova had swallowed it all.

Happily, even frantically. Nova clapped a hand to her mouth, desperate not to lose it twice in one day. No wasting it!

Vast waves of power and twisted love came from the Queen of Blades. Kerrigan had no control over her life now, no will, save what Kerrigan chose to give.

Free will? What a joke. Her situation, the hopelessness of it, turned real. The proud, killer-elite Terran Ghost was lost.

Kerrigan had made her enjoy it. The still- hard cock. Get, hmmmm…Yes, get on all fours. Kerrigan kneed her thighs a little wider. Nova was left just so: pussy invitingly wide and vulnerable, ready to be mounted.

Only when Nova felt her hyper-sensitive pussy lips being pushed apart by the cock did she try to protest. Sarah was as good as her word.

It was repeated, going a little deeper this time. Those ribbed, studded inches tickled like crazy, sending the surrounding pussy walls into trembling, shaking waves, going and coming.

Going and coming. Going and cumming…. Nova thought dizzily, with Kerrigan pinning her to the moss-bed. Another slow, methodical thrust came, and Nova had to bite back a moan.

Nova realized her paralyzed pussy-clench was making it worse. Rock-hard abs provided the perfect board for Kerrigan to knead her pussy like warm dough.

She realized she was wiggling back, thrusting back as Kerrigan went in. Her insides felt warm, and liquid, and very happy to have a Zerg inside her.

Oh no. Oh no, not again!!! Making me feel it, enjoy it! You did something to my body! Nova thrust her face into the moss to keep from shouting aloud.

It felt too good! You did. S-something in my mind. It felt good. You like me taking you. Feel that? Nova could feel every bump, every ripple, of that terrible cock grinding its way through her soul.

Stop it doing it so gently!!! That mental image did the exact opposite, and Nova gave a lusty shriek as Kerrigan found a nice digging spot at her cervical entrance just as Nova pictured herself getting bent over and used, but much rougher than she was now.

Hold on, let me shape my tongue for this properly…. Kerrigan laughed as the other woman bucked helplessly in her arms, pussy squirting and clamping.

Nova, even under the grip of her own erotic ticklishness, felt the shape inside her changing, adjusting in girth and length and shape. Blearily, she tried to grasp what else the Zerg had in store for her.

You can really feel that now right? Saucy hot. Nova was reduced to a slobbering , groaning mess. Much like her womb, that ear was hot and red in embarrassment….

Nova could feel her face flushing, down to her breasts. Kerrigan was breaking her down, one insanely good pressure point at a time. Keep sucking on me, bitch.

Keep on like that. Her legs shook as Kerrigan leaned in against her rump, one tide-like thrust after another. There was no place to escape from that wonderful cock, no place to escape from her building heat.

Nova panted into the bed, her eyes huge. The fat plum-balls were slapping directly on her clit, a slow beat-beat- whap motion that was driving the Ghost out of her mind as she waited for the next thrust.

Oh god. Then another, and another…. Oh god, stop coming, Kerrigan! A lot of cum?! I can feel it swelling my womb.

Holding her tightly, Kerrigan was snarling and grunting like an animal, and their bodies trembled in sync. A huge gush of cum gysered into Nova, followed by more, one for each thrust.

It was inhuman stamina. Literally inhuman. High-speed regeneration. Like her wings…Her balls are just going to keep refilling, over and over and over…..

Jesus, pull out!!! She got less than an inch before stars exploded in her eyes. Something was caught on the edges of her cervical opening.

Dazzled by the feeling of finally nutting her chosen bitch, Kerrigan lost her coordination, and they toppled over on their sides, spooned together. Nova was heaving for breath.

Maybe if she caught it, she could figure out a way to get out of this nightmarish situation, and her pussy would stop shaking and wetting the bed.

She could feel her own juices mixing with the cum spurting down her thighs as Kerrigan softened enough to let it out. Nova froze as she felt scaly hands cup the hard, taunt ball her stomach had become.

All the sperm in their gurgled happily as Kerrigan pressed down. You took all of it! Nova staggered to her feet, carefully keeping her thighs pressed together.

The shaking she had thought had come from her body was definitely coming from the floor. Outside, the sere grasslands of Boone were dropping away, the patchwork of grass, river, and trees turning doll-tiny as the gained altitude.

There was enough curve to the window to let Nova see there was space black…skin…extending for kilometers in either direction, with scattered spines, blisters, and other organic formations covering it.

Now her preparations were pointless on both counts. The leviathan would be free to warp out soon, and Nova would be marooned with the Zerg.

She felt small and alone. On the surface, she kept her usual cold calm, the expression that fooled most everybody. I must be a romantic.

I need to go the bathroom, quickly! Kerrigan took her hand, and put one hand on her butt, guiding her away from the lonely sight of the porthole window.

Then we can get back in bed. You have a bright future with me, and the Swarm. Zerg did not have a concept of privacy. If the Queen of Blades did not wish it to observe her pseudo-mating with the prisoner, surely she would told him not to spy.

Or ripped his own optics out. One of those two things. Positive outcome anticipated. Sexual activity remains pseudological only for the moment. Approval of alternative procreatative vessel by Queen of blades readily apparent.

Only matter of time before success likely. Only variable whether vessel Nova will survive experience in un-Infested state.

Abathur considered the situation, made some notes in its secondary cortex, and got to work. Nova was weak and human, completely unsuited by biology to surviving amidst the Swarm, let alone as a potential breeder.

Nova just needed some tweaking, that was all. Much later, months later…. Nova used her own momentum to skate across the snow. Behind her, just at her heels, a line of poisoned spikes slapped into the ground, their jagged black edges glinting evilly against the snow.

Nova jabbed her heel into the ground underneath the fluffy white stuff, pivoted like a ballerina, and came charging back at the hulking monster that wanted her life the way a Marine wants his stim-shot.

Literally an education in psionic power. As a Ghost, Nova had been capable of minor tricks: empathic sensing, limited contact telepathy, mind tricks to distract the unwary, some small enhancements to her physical body for strength, speed, or coordination, but it was always her weapons that were her primary tools.

She was never a…what did they call it? In stories from Earth, before the space cowboy genre took over the whole fiction market?

Su-per-hero, that was it. Capes and masks and powers and shit. What a lame idea. The Ghost slid for her life, barely avoiding getting stomped on as the zerg whirled in place, multiple pincer legs seeking to butterfly Nova to the ground.

The hexapedal monster was heavily armored along her front and flanks, but the belly behind the upper thorax was a nice juicy target.

Nova had identified the weak point long ago, and she used her combat knife as a picador would his sword, pricking the Zerg until it tired, or a further weakness opened up.

The queen screamed again, but this time in pain. Gut this freak and call it a day! Nova thought triumphantly, moving with Babasha and slashing the queen with her small but extremely sharp knife.

The bulbous lower thorax was pretty massive in its own right, however. The queen bent and swung, and Nova was smacked away before she could get another cut in.

It was like getting hit by the biggest pillow in the world. She blocked with her arms and went flying, only to roll to her feet twenty feet away.

Nova shook her head, keeping her knife up and en garde. Bitch has some reach! A strong surge of warning pricked her skin, and she dived out of the way as Babasha unleashed a fresh volley of acidic darts.

That is so cheating. You could crush this bitch in an instant! Grow stronger. Nova wore a skinsuit again, this time one of Zerg manufacture.

The queen seemed to be out of its self-generated darts for the moment, and Babasha settled for glaring at Nova as the circled each other around the challenge pit.

Are unworthy of Queen of Blades!!! Death to human filth that despoils our strength!!! The zerg was not much of a conversationalist.

I need a clear shot at her vitals; brain or hearts. The hive-queen gave a scream of rage and charged Nova like a bull in a toreador ring.

It was exactly like dealing with a charging bull. Except bigger, and the bull could grab you as well as gore you.

Spinning with ballerina grace, Nova pivoted away from the pachyderm-sized queen, just as a matador would. Also like a bull and a matador, Nova had been systematically goading Babasha with lesser cuts, trying to weaken her for the killing blow.

The zerg was also falling into a pattern. Turning radius was pitiful. Babasha kept trying to grab Nova when the charges failed, and she did it again.

Nova let go, dropping to the ground and knife ready to finish off her opponent while she was stunned.

Stunned but not out. The other killing arms flashed around and caught Nova in the mid-section. Her knife flew out of her hand. Again, by sheer luck, the clawed foot that slammed down at her missed crushing her.

By inches, but it missed. Nova wiggled desperately, shoving with her hands and leaving deeper gouges in her sides.

She had to get clear now! Pain was un-important. Food for the swarm! Your essence is mine!!! I kinda wish I had a gun right now was the last thing that crossed her mind.

Nova looked upside down. There was her knife, ten feet away in the snow. For a second, nothing happened.

Babasha froze. The cheering, snarling zerg peanut gallery fell silent. Only the sigh of the wind broke the peace of the scene. Then, with the ponderous slowness of a glacier falling into the sea, Babasha toppled over on her side.

Nova hissed as the claw-foot came loose, scoring her already-wounded side. Pain is weakness leaving the body. She rolled to her feet, and with the same telekinetic control that had sent her knife outward, she called it back to her hand.

From pommel to point it was covered in gore, a bullet that had traversed the whole insides of the fallen queen. Nova had never been able to do something like that as a Ghost before, move something so easily with her mind, summon her power so effortlessly.

Face hard, Nova held her blood-stained knife high, staring down the assembled horrors of the Zerg high command.

They made no sound whatsoever. Instead, the crowd turned away; walking, slithering, or crawling. The hunched killer Dehaka nodded to her once, but that was it.

No fanfare, no hate. In minutes it was just Nova and two tons of dead insectoid alone on this stretch of permafrost. The letdown left her swaying.

A long-fingered hand steadied her, and it was only then that Nova realized Kerrigan was still there. You really impressed them.

You impressed me. Let go of your preconceptions. Feel it out there? A big red sea, on the edge of consciousness.

A vast sea of purpose, of rage, combined with cold intellect. It was totally inhuman, but she got something else from it, too: A thread of wary respect, much as if there was a new alpha predator in the neighborhood, so it might be best to share the kill, instead of risking of fight to the death.

Someone to be relied on now, respected as a fellow killer. She clenched her hand, the ghostly feeling of her own power rising around it.

I surprised myself today. She looked up at alien stars, wondering where Khoral and home was out there.

She smirked. She was a badass zerg-killing machine wherever she went, even as an unwilling member of that selfsame swarm. Besides, what would I do if I went back?

Kill more humans probably, for somebody else. Some politician like Valerian, or a tin-head grunt with stars on his shoulders and rocks in his head.

Fuck that noise. This kill was mine. All mine. Again she touched that big red sea of the millions, billions of Zerg. Many, yet one.

Animalisticly savage, yet intelligent. Like her. Suddenly Nova was yelling, howling her victory like a catamount, raising her blood-drenched knife to the heavens.

She was the hunter and the wolf! There was a purity here, something deep that cried out to the wolf inside her. Her kill, her pack, her choice!!!

The Swarm has purpose, and belonging that we never had as ghosts, but it also lets you fight to determine your place in the scheme of things.

Like us. The sharp-edges that covered her body, the fine-scales of her skin, the exoskeletal armor, and not least the scarecrow wings…the cool human gaze and the soul-clenching violet eyes.

Your humanity? In fact, she leaned into it, and they came apart like a rubber seal breaking suction, breathing hard.

Nova hissed in pain, but it was like a lime after a shot of tequila, reminding you you were alive. You better have something to eat and drink to make up for the blood-loss.

With a sound akin to a crab-leg getting pulled apart, Kerrigan ripped the hive-queen open. The cold air turned steamy, and blood-scented.

With casual strength, Kerrigan ripped it in two. Deep reddish-purple blood dripped from it. Kerrigan offered half the dripping mass to Nova.

To the hunter goes first rights. The organ meat was tough, and gamey, but the warmth and blood made a cap to the whole morning…and perhaps her old life.

And she was fine with it. Nova was a little jealous. Kerrigan swallowed down the last bit and wiped her mouth.

Almost honorable. Her essence goes to strengthen the Swarm this way. The reverse is also true. Babasha would have enjoyed eating your heart and, in a very real sense gained strength from it.

You say that every time you go down on me! The situation was so bizarre, so…alien, Nova could feel nothing but a buzzy elation.

No, not elation. Fucking horny, in every sense of the word. Combat-stress had never caught her like that. The warm blood on her tongue, the meat in her stomach, the cold air in her face, and a skilled lover and ally next to her…it felt good to be alive, here in the Swarm.

You said it would be disrespectful to leave it. We can let the zerglings clean up the mess. They have to eat, too. It was even easier for Kerrigan.

She was basically naked. It got seriously good after that. They fit together like lock and key. Nova had never had a lover who knew how to fuck her this good.

A cock in the hands of a woman was an unbeatable weapon. Ohhhhn, yeh, there. Please there!!!! Kerrigan did, railing her from behind with frantic strokes.

When the wave cresting inside both of them broke, Nova screamed even louder. The colder the tone, the hotter the tight-bodied blonde seemed to get.

Nova submissively complied, and was rewarded with a new angle for the next stroke that bumped across her g-spot sideways.

Her partner grabbed her hands and yanked Nova back, making her ride that thick, curved cock like a pony.

Pump that ass. Oh, yes, ride that fucking dick! Oh SHIT!!! It was touching, tickling, grazing so finely Nova had thought she had imagined it for a second.

Kerrigan giggled in her ear. I wanted to try something new as a reward for my favorite slut. Little hairs, all along my cock. She was very ticklish. Strong, lusty thought-probes stroked at her brain, oozing down into the cracks of her cerebellum, sparking her to new plateaus of joy.

Have I ever been this happy? Oh fuck. Kerrigan stretched, looking fondly down at Nova. She lifted a hank, threading it through her claw tips.

Inch-long claws fro fingernails made a surprisingly good comb. She enjoyed that, too. Kerrigan had a moment of sheer sexual smugness.

And a longer night. She gets tired so easily, heh. Finished, she got up and went to the port-hole. Outside a blizzard howled.

All her little zerg were tucked inside the hives and ships, gathered for warmth and companionship, much like her. Perpetual Christmas out there.

Not a creature was stirring, not even a zergling. Well, not quite. For a human. Annoyed, she yanked it away. Yet stand by diagnosis. Babasha not serious opponent.

Will be others, more deadly, more evolved, in fullness of time. Nova intended as copulator for Queen, not warrior.

Will not survive within Swarm as one, as human-form. Too easily damaged. Extinction likely. It was the whole reason, along with his gift for evolutionary modification of her hordes, that Kerrigan kept it around.

Abathur made a palms-up gesture of blamelessness. Maybe he was picking up human body language hanging around me? Has not fulfilled that function.

Engages in prideful actions of violence it is ill-suited for without its supporting technology. The evolution master had its own pride. The bad kind of hives.

Cannot exist as Zerg if not Zerg. Can remedy situation with infestation. Other Zerg will not object to perceived undue influence over Queen of Blades by non-Zerg if Nova-subject converted.

Have infestor standing by. I find myself liking her more and more. Kerrigan considered the sleeping beauty on her bed. Nova was growing on her, and she felt less detached and more involved in her own life when she was with the other woman.

Following her train of thought, an idea sprung forth. She considered the angles, and nodded. Sarah noted it.

Yes, human behavior patterns were definitely infecting the hive. Cannot promise success. Inform me when you are ready.

Sarah Kerrigan smiled a wintery smile. Yes, it was good to be the queen. There was no name for this world, and no other people to worry about one way or another; a tropical paradise.

She pressed her lips with strong suction against one, then another, then cupped it under the curve of her tongue and ladled it into her mouth. It was just small enough for her to take the whole thing.

Rolling it around in her mouth, Nova slavered over every inch, enjoying the slick, warm surface of the balls bobbing against the inside of her cheek.

Of all the ways Sarah made love to Nova, her absolute favorite aside from getting it doggy-style had to be when they sixty-nined. Or across her lap.

Things could get pretty inventive when your lover was psychokinetic. Keep Going!! The rest of the tongue, all fifteen inches of it, were backed up and slowly corkscrewing in and out, with an S-shape pressed to her clit for good measure.

It was a wonder Nova could do more than tremble and slobber gratefully. If somebody had told her a year ago that she would wake up every morning anticipating hot, sweaty with a Zerg, and the Queen of Blades of all things, Nova would have laughed in their face — or slugged them.

The tongue inside arched, then rolled through her in an undulating sine-wave; now pressing the top of her vaginal walls, now the bottom.

Nova hung there, soundless, unable to give so much as a whimper as the tide rolled through her, until finally it passed.

Nova would stand there, feeling what Kerrigan was feeling, glowing in pride and mindless joy, feeling the tentacle-tongue compact and fatten inside her as their union was sealed with a kiss, and knowing she should be disgusted and frightened by how far she had fallen.

But it feels good to fall Nova thought blearily, glorying in the feel of the scaly body under her, wanting nothing more to please Sarah Kerrigan.

You deserve a reward, so get on top this time. Nova smiled; the cock was throbbing, flexing in eagerness. Sarah wants me, too! She does!!!

Nova reached behind her firm ass, sliding a hand down her cleft and parting her pussy lips. Her hips settled an inch at a time.

Not too fast. Savor it, savor it!! Nova thought, eyes rapt on the way the broad prow of the cockhead made her labia roll back, waves before a ship.

The way her mons quivered, trembled, swelling as Nova rocked, easing the thickest part of Sarah into the narrowest part of her….. Oh god, yes!!!!

More pressure, and the roll of fleshy waves finally parted, as they must. Kerrigan had kept herself fully hard and tumescent, and Nova had to really work to get each successive inch inside herself.

Each ripple, each bump, each feather-touch of microscopic hair against her hyper-sensitive pussy walls sent her into fresh paroxysms of joy.

Her legs shook even harder. The wings enfolded Nova, and she grabbed them for dear life, using them to keep herself upright.

Steadied, Nova returned to the task at hand. She was more than halfway down. It would have good to fall down that purple-red cock in one stroke, to consume - and be consumed by — it, but Nova would have completely lost it if she did that.

There was a swollen ring right before the base, the last challenge, and Nova threw her head back and screamed in delight as the fat obstacle was eaten up with some eager hip-wiggling , until Nova was done and down.

She ran her hands down the flat abs, feeling that thick thing trapped inside her, hot and twitching. Nothing was more important than being joined together.

She no longer found that disgusting either. Now she reveled in the slick twistiness of those braids. About the future, and us. Confusion, curiosity, and a strong stab of jealousy she tried to hide.

She tried to picture a hunky male zerg, maybe Dehak, romancing Kerrigan behind her back. Who is IT?! It always felt good, but now strange and terrible vistas opened up before her as she realized in fresh awareness that that was where she made a child.

A Zerg child. I see you like that idea! Far better than a hive-queen. It was a small, thumbnail-sized capsule that time-released a strong abortifacient that kept a woman from conceiving for a five-year period, after which time she could have it replaced, or removed, if she was sufficiently away from a combat zone and other hazards.

It also had the added benefit of damping out the menstrual cycle. Nova barely thought about her spud most days, but she was thinking about it now, oh yes.

Her fingers worked her shoulder, feeling for the small lump under the skin that should be there. With a Zerg.

Omygod, what have I gotten myself into!? She struggled with increasing violence to get up, to get off, but the wings closed like a cage over her shoulders, keeping her right where Sarah wanted.

I removed the nucleus from each and every little one of my wrigglers. I wanted you to get used to mating with me before we got serious, settle in with….

Now that you are, well…. She was shaking bad now, imagining the slit on the top of that monstrous cock pointed directly at all her fertile eggs like a gun.

Only it was going to be white-hot, fertile, cum blasting them, not bullets. Nova rolled over, pinning Nova to soft sand. You were just suppose to be a stress-reliever for me.

All my previous relationships have been men, and I thought I preferred men. I mean, any port in a storm, hey? Thank you. But the price….!

What will grow inside me!!!???? Long bouts of previous furious sex drew a diagram for Nova of what would happen next.

Ohhhh no. Oh god, no….!!!!! Kerrigan stretched down on top and held Nova, not an atom of space left between them. Nova screamed at the top of her lungs.

Sarah bucked in short, sharp thrusts, getting each spurt as deep as she could. Nova could feel runnels of cum squirting from around her pussy-lips, dripping down her thighs.

Her womb was getting drenched. She rattled through her own devastating orgasm, helpless and frightened of what was happening to her.

You are getting strong, sweetie. Stretch out your senses. The little sparks continued to nibble at her, until it resolved to a pushing sensation. They ricocheted off again and again, unable to break through the protective membrane.

Nova began to both relax and wiggle at the same time. They were an alien species, after all. She could swear she could feel the cell division happening right now in the ova, like instant popcorn rustling inside a heater bag.

Only it was her egg the popcorn and her tummy the hotbag. Kerrigan slid down to spoon against her. Notably, her cock was still joining them together, and Nova bit her lip as her pussy adjusted to the new position.

It felt comforting, solid. She hated it. She did. What was happening to her. The popcorn feeling went on, cells dividing, and dividing again.

She closed her legs pointlessly, but it only seemed to intensify the feeling, and warm now superfluous cum squirted from between her thighs.

She touched there, hand automatically massaging as Kerrigan had taught her, working the gaping pink folds of her pussy. Her head throbbed in time to her cunt.

Sarah planned this from the start??!! You chose to stay with me. This is part of that. Her head was very messed up at the moment, and nouns were less important than the feeling of microscopic life banging away inside her Anyway, Sarah felt completely unrepentant.

Her head spun every time she tried to focus on the fact. Bowing down and fluttering its wings, the broken-horned zergling snarled at the hallucinations as it took a slow, cautious step backward, glancing left, then right, then left again.

With a roar that even surprised Kerrigan, the zergling pounced right. There was a screech of bent metal as the zerglings claws dented and scratched the metal floor where the marine stood.

Kerrigan erased the hallucinations instantly, causing the zergling to whirl its head around in search of its enemies that had suddenly disappeared.

The zergling, now confused, let out a high-pitched trill as it looked about. It turned in a circle, stumpy tail swaying behind it.

As a reward, Kerrigan threw another bone at the creature, which grabbed its attention immediately. It caught it in mid-air effortlessly and crunched until the pieces were small enough to swallow.

How many were there, Tusky? She swallowed and asked again. Frowning, Kerrigan asked again. When she got no response, the ghost wiped her fingers clean and got up from the table.

She knelt down in front of the creature. The zergling, calm and placid, followed the queen's movements with alert, yellowish eyes.

Kerrigan rested a hand against the hardened carapace of the zergling's forehead. She then concentrated. The zergling let out a quiet grumble as it locked eyes with its queen.

Kerrigan's irises were glowing purple, her brow was furrowed in deep concentration, and the zergling became still, relaxing every muscle as the terran explored the creature's mind.

Sifting through the thoughts, she found a blurry thought. She latched her attention onto it, causing the zergling to shudder and chitter. Something told her it was what the terran ghost was looking for, but she couldn't quite decipher the way the zergling was processing the thought, leaving the information garbled.

Kerrigan furrowed her brow and grimaced as she focused harder on the thought, trying to resolve the image and shake off the murky unclear.

Slowly, four shapes began to appear. At once the mental link was broken, causing the zergling to back up and shake off the effects with a growl.

Turning back to her food, she tossed to it the rest of her finished bones. She watched, bemused, as the creature caught every one and ate the bony scraps voraciously, chewing noisily and rearing its head back to swallow.

In her past skirmishes, Kerrigan gathered battlefield intelligence by scouting on her own and endangering herself by being on the front lines to lead her minions.

But now, the terran was beginning to see that perhaps that wasn't even necessary. Perhaps, if she could better attune herself to the thoughts of the zerg, she could look through their eyes to see what they saw even from the safety of the hive cluster.

Due to their speed and small size, zerglings were often used by The Swarm as scouts in the past. Kerrigan crossed her legs and leaned her elbows on the table, a slight smile forming out the side of her mouth.

So why do you have wings? Kerrigan bent down and put her hand underneath the zergling's chin, gently lifting it towards her face. She turned around.

Got it? Chittering to its self, the zergling reluctantly bowed its head in a submissive show of acquiescence. Kerrigan smiled. Kerrigan took showers often.

She had to in such a place as the inside of the leviathan. The air was always moist and dank, the floors and walls slightly oily.

It was part of the reason she kept her Hostile Environment Suit on at all times. However, the skin on her face felt dirty. Almost slimy. And the suit its self could use a wash as well The shower was a rather spartan affair, typical for all but the most opulent terran cruiseships and space stations.

The walls and floor were cold aluminum. Along the back wall was a rod for draping washcloths. The showerheads were crusted with calcium and soap scum.

But the plumbing worked, the water was hot, and it was the only way Kerrigan could keep clean. She didn't try to think about where the water came from: it was the water recycler that would take waste water from the sink and even the toilet, process it, and purify it for reuse.

The idea of showering with and drinking second-hand water was not an idea the terran had ever been comfortable with.

Kerrigan's' grey Hostile Environment Suit, like all ghost suits, had to be skin-tight to properly work with any standard personal cloaking device.

Between the two layers of fabric was a thin polymer film that stiffened and went rigid when hit by impact, and a layer of psi-sensitive artificial muscle fiber to augment physical abilities.

The suit offered a surprisingly high degree of protection, albeit at several times the cost of a standard CMC Powered Armor Suit issued to terran marines.

Behind Kerrigan's neck was a small button. Reaching back, she pressed it, and the suit split down its seams where the flaps of fabric fluttered to the metal floor like ribbon.

Kerrigan stepped out the suit gathered at her feet and stretched and took a deep breath, happy to let her skin breathe for a change. She stepped into the shower, pressed the "On" button, and leaned her head against the shower wall as streams of warm water washed over her body.

She stayed like this a few minutes, sighing in simple enjoyment. After a few minutes, Kerrigan pressed the "Soap" button, causing streams of soapy water to shoot out of the walls.

She began to scrub her skin clean, starting at the face and neck and going down. The terran closed her eyes and thought as she washed. She thought about Jim.

About Mengsk. About The Swarm. Kerrigan's mind was plagued with doubt. Was this even the right thing to do? To gather her broods and make an assault on Korhal?

How many millions of Zerg and Terran would die in the invasion? But then again, Kerrigan bitterly thought, how many millions more would die by Arcturus' hand alone?

Kerrigan winced as thoughts of Jim invaded her mind. She shook them away. Mengsk vilified and demonized and ruined Raynor, a man he knew and trusted very much once, a long time ago.

How much compassion would he show, then to the millions of faces under his rule that he would never meet?

That sounded like a good reason to remove Mengsk from power. Almost good enough to hide the fact that she just really wanted the man dead for killing Jim.

But what after that? Could she go live a quiet life somewhere in Umoja and eke out the rest of her days?

No, she couldn't see that happening. Not when millions still wanted her dead for her actions as the Queen of Blades. And likely millions more would be added to the list after invading Korhal.

And too, what would happen to the Swarm without her lead? Zagara was not ready for such a feat as to lead the Swarm herself, not even close to it Kerrigan couldn't trust her that much Kerrigan blinked as she found her hand snaking between her legs.

She let out a callous chuckle in the wet shower and did not stop herself. The simple touching felt good. It had been a long time since she felt any real pleasure of any kind, sexual or not.

Months of stress and fear and anger and rage could take a toll on a woman. With the rest of her body washed and rinsed off, Kerrigan's touch began to linger as she spread soap across her lower belly and thighs.

Her touch lingered in certain areas as she spread soap around her lower belly and thighs. She drew a finger across the top of her slit and began to slowly rub circles around her clit, humming to herself in pleasure.

Her eyes began to close. Thoughts of fantasies began to sneak into her mind Kerrigan flinched and opened her eyes. Tusky had found his way in to the shower room.

She frowned and sighed. Removing her hand from between her legs, she opened the shower door and gave the creature a glare. The zergling bowed its head and backed up towards the door.

Beyond all reason, Kerrigan thought the thing looked positively sad, with tail and dorsal claw arms drooping and listless, its head lowered to the floor to avoid eye contact.

The terran felt a twinge of pity stir in her. She sighed. Mildly annoyed, Kerrigan returned to her washing duties, the mood for anything else completely broken.

When she had finished washing her legs and feet, the terran pressed the "Dry" button, causing the water to stop and powerful streams of warm air blast from the three aluminum walls.

Kerrigan held her arms up as the droplets of water were blown off her body. Her hair clicked and clattered in the powerful gusts.

When she was dry, Kerrigan turned the shower off and stepped out. Unwilling to slip back into the constricting, skintight Hostile Environment Suit just yet, Kerrigan instead went nude, with bare feet making wet slapping noises against the hard ground.

She wanted time to feel the sensation of air across her skin for a while. Funny how such a simple thing such as that could turn out to be such a rare event nowadays What gives?

Now that was a ridiculous notion. But still, it seemed to want something. Perhaps it just desired to be by its queen. Kerrigan bent down in a squat and held the zergling's head in her hands.

She narrowed her eyes. None of the others do-" And that's when it hit her. Kerrigan ran a hand over the zergling's snout, finding herself to be a little surprised.

She knew that all zerg were careful observers and could learn to adjust to their surroundings. Adaptation was what made the Swarm so fearsome in battle.

But this Kerrigan stared at the creature for a moment, nonplussed. She then stood up. I want some time alone. The terran still felt the smoldering of arousal not quite extinguished from her time spent in the shower.

If only she had something more than just her fingers Something like-. No way. Not in a million years, she thought. She could never see herself doing such a thing.

Especially not with a creature so covered in claws and horns and blades! But then again She had the power to control the zergling's every move.

That was her ace in the hole, the one thing that could actually make it possible. Stifling the initial thoughts of revulsion, Kerrigan let curiosity take control of her mind as she reached towards the zergling with her thoughts.

Kerrigan stood up straight with legs spread slightly. Slowly, carefully, she guided the zergling's head between her legs. Kerrigan felt her heart pumping with a mix of fear and excitement.

She tried reminding herself that she could control the zergling's actions, repeating the words several times in her mind.

That calmed her down a little. The zergling stepped forward. The tip of Tusky's snout wedged in between the terran's inner thighs, forcing them wider.

Kerrigan pulled gently, encouraging the zergling to come closer. When she had the tip of its toothy mouth brush across the terran's slit, the zergling flinched with a grunt of surprise, but Kerrigan held the creature steady.

Tusky began to sniff her area, finding a strange, appealing, and very unfamiliar scent. Kerrigan felt her chest tighten up with fear and thrill as the zergling began to nose around and nudge at the space between her legs.

Kerrigan let out a gasp as she felt the ply of warm flesh across her slit. Her legs buckled and flinched and she tightened up for a split second.

Another lap, and another, and Kerrigan moaned. Her fingernails dug into the hardened carapace of the zergling's snout. The creature was following orders, and enthusiastically so!

She had forgotten how long it had been And god, did it feel so good. Several minutes passed before Kerrigan could relax and get into the rhythm of the zergling's tongue.

She staggered backwards and slumped against the wall, and the zergling followed her every step. Back in her mind, the terran was telling herself she was crazy for doing this, but she had to admit She psychically commanded its every move, and it obeyed without question.

The zergling licked with careful movements. Its sharp teeth never biting, its razor-like claws resting placidly against the bed and away from her body.

The creature had every intention of not harming its queen. At the sound of the word, Tusky fluttered its winged and growled in affirmation, speeding up its movements, pressing its thick, bestial tongue flat against the terran's mound, spreading her slit lips, and drawing across her sensitive clitoris.

Thick, slimy saliva began to spread across the terran's crotch, wetting her skin. Kerrigan felt the creature's hardened snout begin to press against her mound, nudging, pressing forward, bouncing gently into the supple skin as it licked.

The terran took to rocking her slit against the zergling's snout, grinding her clit against the hard nose of the creature, letting out muffled groans with every swipe of the beast's tongue.

Abruptly, the terran's eyes opened. She pushed away the creature with a shove and took a few steps back. She looked at herself, nude, in the mirror with an expression of horror.

Kerrigan bit her lip and glanced downward. Tusky was sitting, staring up at her. He shuffled forward and attempted to nose around to the spot between her legs.

In her moment of clarity, Kerrigan squeezed them close, but it only coaxed the tongue to come out once again and try to slip in between. Kerrigan moaned and bent over the sink for support.

There Kerrigan laid back on the bed, with legs hanging over the long side, and lifted both thighs up in the air, presenting her slit for the zergling to lick.

Tusky approached, chittering in curiosity, seeing his queen presenting the spot between her legs on the bed, where it was the perfect height for a standing zergling.

Silent Kerrigan lay, her labored breathing the only sound escaping her lips as she held firmly onto the zergling's head. She lifted her spread legs up higher, giving the creature easier access to her feminine parts.

It had been long, too long, since the ghost had had any kind of pleasure like this. With all the fighting to regain control of her brood, sex had not been on the terran's mind for months.

But now She felt the zergling begin to get more aggressive, licking faster, growling quietly to its self. The sound struck a pang of fear in the ghost's heart, and she jerked her head up to watch the creature between her legs.

But as she looked into the zergling's eyes, she could tell It understood the significance of what it was doing.

The smell of sex and the taste of her fluids had flooded the zergling's senses, stimulating parts of the creature's brain dormant since birth.

The buzzing sexual arousal that the queen emanated activated neural pathways never used in the zergling strain since inception into the swarm long ago.

In standing next to the bed, licking and lapping, the zergling began to feel a second will beyond that of its queen swimming around in its mind.

It felt an overriding directive, a pull, a guidance urging it to do strange and unfamiliar actions Kerrigan sucked in a sudden breath as she felt the wedge-shaped, purplish tongue slip inside of her.

She arched her back and cried out as the tongue penetrated her vent, sliding in deeper for what seemed like forever. Kerrigan's eyes bugged out of her skull.

She leaned forward and grabbed the zergling's head, swearing to herself. God, yes, the ghost thought, clenching around the tongue in delight.

Kerrigan swore again. She began to rock her hips against the zergling's mouth, crying out for more even as the zergling began to pump its tongue in and out.

Each thrust had the terran ghost reeling. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, excitement and the taboo aspect of her lust getting the better of her.

Such a wide tongue! She hadn't felt like this in years. For the first time in a while she felt wild. The zergling sucked in a slow breath and let it out with a snort.

Kerrigan felt the hot, moist air blow across her nether regions. Her eyes closed as she squeezed and cupped her breasts, rolling her sensitive nipples between her fingers as the creature continued to work her vent, slipping in with firm tongue, lapping along her inner walls, pulling out to eagerly taste the juices that flowed out, only to quickly slip in once more and prod at her depths.

Kerrigan felt her insides begin to tingle, her lower belly began to tense up. Kerrigan let out a long moan and she began to squirm on the bed as she drew close to climax.

The terran cried out as her orgasm overtook her. She arched her back and her legs quivered as her inner passage began to seize and spasm uncontrollably, flexing around the thick, purplish tongue deep inside.

The zergling let out a grunt of surprise as his tongue was constricted, but the creature did not let up the rhythmic prodding and pushing of his tongue, still determined to follow his queen's orders.

Kerrigan buckled and doubled over, grabbing a firm hold of the horned carapace of the creature so eagerly pleasuring her. She felt some of the short, thorny spikes dig into her palms, and had to readjust her grip.

She stayed like that, holding on for dear life until her orgasm began to subside and the terran regained her senses.

She felt the tongue leave her vent smoothly, and as soon as the zergling had retrieved its tongue the creature wasted no time on licking the outside of her mound once more, burying her snout in her folds and letting out a rumbling growl of approval.

Firmly, she pushed the creature's head out of the way with her foot. The zergling backed up and shook off the effects, apparently needing time to gather its wits.

Kerrigan held a hand to her breast and tried to catch her breath. A moment of realization hit the ghost, causing a strange chill to run down her spine.

Were her abilities to control the zerg temporarily stifled during? Antsy, horny, and unsure of how to express it, Tusky began to pace, and for the first time Kerrigan saw something odd dangling between the creature's hind legs.

Her eyes opened wide at the sight of it. The terran was quite aware that the zerg do not reproduce sexually: all individuals of the same zerg strain are clones spun from a singular strand of DNA.

Sexual reproduction was random, unpredictable, and chaotic. Abathur's work was the product of careful design.

And he was rather proud of it. Kerrigan briefly wondered why Tusky even had a phallus to begin with: Abathur strived for efficiency in his design, and it seemed pointless to keep genitals on creatures that were not meant to reproduce.

Perhaps, Kerrigan mused, removing the whole reproductive system was more effort than it was worth. Her difficulty in controlling the creature was now beginning to make some sense.

Her abilities to control Tusky was fine, she just had competition for control of the zergling's brain: Tusky was feeling the effects of lust for the first time.

He was probably the first zergling in the history of the swarm to do so. Kerrigan let out a wry laugh at the thought that she might have done this before as the Queen of Blades.

Highly unlikely, she thought. Kerrigan felt a smirk spread across her face. Slowly, she slid off the bed and sat next to the zergling. She put a hand on his back and told him to remain calm.

Fueled by lust and trying her best to ignore the thoughts in the back of her mind telling her she was insane for doing this, Kerrigan began to slip her other hand underneath the zergling's belly.

There was a fire in Kerrigan's chest, a burning curiosity to explore. Tusky immediately stiffened up in her grasp and lurched his head around to watch.

With eyes suddenly aglow, Kerrigan sent a telepathic burst of empowering control through the zergling's brain to calm the creature.

Slowly, she snaked a hand underneath the creature's armored body. She traced along the chitinous carapace, reaching back, until she found something smooth, slick, and hot to the touch.

She grabbed hold of it. Instantly, the zergling reared its head up and raised its hips, unsure of what was going on. It began to fidget and growl, causing Kerrigan to bring a hand to its face and calm it with a "Shhhhh.

I'm just doing a little exploring," she cooed to the creature, pacifying it with both words and sheer telepathic will.

He was stiff. And when she squeezed she felt the zergling flex and it became even stiffer. Kerrigan's cheeks burned with taboo arousal.

Squeezing a cock for the first time in however long, even if it was a zergling cock, felt good. She could already feel some taboo desire for it welling up in her chest.

Tusky growled. Kerrigan slid her hand down the creature's shaft, taking note of its curved, tapered form, the bulbous, diamond-shaped tip, and the prominent, bulging urethra underneath.

Along the lower half was a series of bulging swells that increased his girth considerably. She bent down to look at it, noting the brownish-purple skin laced with pulsing red veins.

Most importantly than the shape, it was big. Way bigger than what she would have expected. Two hands wouldn't be able to grasp the whole thing.

Kerrigan bit her lower lip again and tried to swallow down her initial disgust at what her own hand was doing to this inhuman organ.

The thought fluttered in her mind and Kerrigan shook it out quickly. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to do this, or if it was even safe to do!

The sharp claws and horns of a zergling were designed to tear through sheet metal; they could slice through flesh easily!

Yet, her subconscious seemed to have already decided what to do Kerrigan bit her lower lip at the thoughts entering her mind.

The tongue had been nice, but That cock Fooling around with a zergling, letting one mount her: how could she possibly do such a thing?!

The idea seemed so And yet, the temptation would not leave her. She was still horny, alone, and without any alternative for a partner Slowly, she began to stroke the massive shaft in her hand.

Arching his neck, Tusky looked back at his queen with uncertainty and lust. He was panting. The zergling was surprisingly calm.

A glow of Kerrigan's eyes, and in a flash the zergling received a vision in his mind. Tusky watched in his mind as a vision of himself climbed up on his queen's back.

He held her close, grasping with forward claws, and began to jerk his hips forward, ramming into his queen's backside. Kerrigan watched the zergling as he received his vision.

He stared off into space and let out an eager growl. Wings fluttered and claws gripped the floor. Kerrigan felt the shaft in her hand jump to life, flexing and curling slightly as powerful muscles inside clenched and tightened.

Engorging with blood, the shaft went rock hard, and Kerrigan let out a grunt as the zergling's hips began to hump the air in eager waiting. Chuckling at his enthusiasm, Kerrigan worked the creature's shaft with her hand, feeling her own arousal grow as Tusky's powerful hips rocked against her palm.

And as Kerrigan's arousal grew she found the embarrassment and disgust of such an act ebbing away under the magnetic pull of unfettered sexual desire.

It was a crazy, ludicrous idea, but she wanted it anyway Kerrigan pulled the vision from the zergling's mind, causing the creature to blink and look around.

With mind giddy from excitement, lingering fear, and arousal, Kerrigan climbed back on her bed. Getting down on her hands and knees, she invited the zergling to come up with a pat on the mattress.

With an eager growl the zergling obeyed and wasted no time to nose around the terran's rear and lick more.

Kerrigan immediately let out a soft moan at the welcome stimulation, and she gave herself a moment to press into Tusky's snout and let him slip his tongue inside for just a little bit more.

Kerrigan arched her neck back as she grinded her slit on the zergling's snout, whispering a long, drawn-out "Yes" as the creature's tongue penetrated her.

Tusky licked eagerly, delighting to revisit her taste, growling in arousal at the act. When the tongue retreated from her passage Kerrigan let out a huff of disappointment that was quickly followed by a yelp of surprise as she felt the zergling pounce on her back.

They did not draw blood, however: the zergling had no intention of harming his queen. Kerrigan let out a meep of surprise as she felt the zergling position himself and his slick member brush up against her slit.

Her breasts rocked and jiggled as the terran was handled and pushed and manipulated. But try as the zergling might, he couldn't seem to figure out what to do next.

He humped aimlessly, hips searching for the elusive entrance. Kerrigan, sensing this, reached back between her legs and grabbed hold of the slick member dangling lewdly between the creature's legs.

She brought the tip to the slit across her sensitive mound and, after taking a deep breath to steady herself, let the tip slip inside of her.

There was no time to acclimate, to pace herself, or to go slowly. The zergling wasted no time in taking her, putting his weight on her shoulders and gripping tight as a powerful set of hips crashed into her own.

Pulling out almost completely before slamming in once again, the creature bred Kerrigan at a rough, fast pace.

Kerrigan let out a scream that ended in a long, unfettered moan. God yes, she needed this. The intensity of the rapid thrusting sent chills up the terran's spine.

She bent down and sunk her head into the pillow, crying out and letting the creature take her. Growling intensely, Tusky bent over her, putting sharp claws on her back as his shaft plunged into her repeatedly, savoring the snug fit of his queen's passage.

Long spurts of thick precum began to erupt from the creature's tip, coating Kerrigan's vagina with slick, alien fluids. Rough claws gripping tightly around her waist.

The weight of a heavy, armored zergling on her spine. Hot, heavy, bestial breaths of air washing down over her neck.

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You can learn more about how we use cookies by reviewing our Privacy Policy. She frowned and sighed. Removing her hand from between her legs, she opened the shower door and gave the creature a glare.

The zergling bowed its head and backed up towards the door. Beyond all reason, Kerrigan thought the thing looked positively sad, with tail and dorsal claw arms drooping and listless, its head lowered to the floor to avoid eye contact.

The terran felt a twinge of pity stir in her. She sighed. Mildly annoyed, Kerrigan returned to her washing duties, the mood for anything else completely broken.

When she had finished washing her legs and feet, the terran pressed the "Dry" button, causing the water to stop and powerful streams of warm air blast from the three aluminum walls.

Kerrigan held her arms up as the droplets of water were blown off her body. Her hair clicked and clattered in the powerful gusts. When she was dry, Kerrigan turned the shower off and stepped out.

Unwilling to slip back into the constricting, skintight Hostile Environment Suit just yet, Kerrigan instead went nude, with bare feet making wet slapping noises against the hard ground.

She wanted time to feel the sensation of air across her skin for a while. Funny how such a simple thing such as that could turn out to be such a rare event nowadays What gives?

Now that was a ridiculous notion. But still, it seemed to want something. Perhaps it just desired to be by its queen.

Kerrigan bent down in a squat and held the zergling's head in her hands. She narrowed her eyes. None of the others do-" And that's when it hit her.

Kerrigan ran a hand over the zergling's snout, finding herself to be a little surprised. She knew that all zerg were careful observers and could learn to adjust to their surroundings.

Adaptation was what made the Swarm so fearsome in battle. But this Kerrigan stared at the creature for a moment, nonplussed. She then stood up.

I want some time alone. The terran still felt the smoldering of arousal not quite extinguished from her time spent in the shower. If only she had something more than just her fingers Something like-.

No way. Not in a million years, she thought. She could never see herself doing such a thing. Especially not with a creature so covered in claws and horns and blades!

But then again She had the power to control the zergling's every move. That was her ace in the hole, the one thing that could actually make it possible.

Stifling the initial thoughts of revulsion, Kerrigan let curiosity take control of her mind as she reached towards the zergling with her thoughts.

Kerrigan stood up straight with legs spread slightly. Slowly, carefully, she guided the zergling's head between her legs. Kerrigan felt her heart pumping with a mix of fear and excitement.

She tried reminding herself that she could control the zergling's actions, repeating the words several times in her mind. That calmed her down a little.

The zergling stepped forward. The tip of Tusky's snout wedged in between the terran's inner thighs, forcing them wider.

Kerrigan pulled gently, encouraging the zergling to come closer. When she had the tip of its toothy mouth brush across the terran's slit, the zergling flinched with a grunt of surprise, but Kerrigan held the creature steady.

Tusky began to sniff her area, finding a strange, appealing, and very unfamiliar scent. Kerrigan felt her chest tighten up with fear and thrill as the zergling began to nose around and nudge at the space between her legs.

Kerrigan let out a gasp as she felt the ply of warm flesh across her slit. Her legs buckled and flinched and she tightened up for a split second.

Another lap, and another, and Kerrigan moaned. Her fingernails dug into the hardened carapace of the zergling's snout. The creature was following orders, and enthusiastically so!

She had forgotten how long it had been And god, did it feel so good. Several minutes passed before Kerrigan could relax and get into the rhythm of the zergling's tongue.

She staggered backwards and slumped against the wall, and the zergling followed her every step. Back in her mind, the terran was telling herself she was crazy for doing this, but she had to admit She psychically commanded its every move, and it obeyed without question.

The zergling licked with careful movements. Its sharp teeth never biting, its razor-like claws resting placidly against the bed and away from her body.

The creature had every intention of not harming its queen. At the sound of the word, Tusky fluttered its winged and growled in affirmation, speeding up its movements, pressing its thick, bestial tongue flat against the terran's mound, spreading her slit lips, and drawing across her sensitive clitoris.

Thick, slimy saliva began to spread across the terran's crotch, wetting her skin. Kerrigan felt the creature's hardened snout begin to press against her mound, nudging, pressing forward, bouncing gently into the supple skin as it licked.

The terran took to rocking her slit against the zergling's snout, grinding her clit against the hard nose of the creature, letting out muffled groans with every swipe of the beast's tongue.

Abruptly, the terran's eyes opened. She pushed away the creature with a shove and took a few steps back.

She looked at herself, nude, in the mirror with an expression of horror. Kerrigan bit her lip and glanced downward. Tusky was sitting, staring up at her.

He shuffled forward and attempted to nose around to the spot between her legs. In her moment of clarity, Kerrigan squeezed them close, but it only coaxed the tongue to come out once again and try to slip in between.

Kerrigan moaned and bent over the sink for support. There Kerrigan laid back on the bed, with legs hanging over the long side, and lifted both thighs up in the air, presenting her slit for the zergling to lick.

Tusky approached, chittering in curiosity, seeing his queen presenting the spot between her legs on the bed, where it was the perfect height for a standing zergling.

Silent Kerrigan lay, her labored breathing the only sound escaping her lips as she held firmly onto the zergling's head. She lifted her spread legs up higher, giving the creature easier access to her feminine parts.

It had been long, too long, since the ghost had had any kind of pleasure like this. With all the fighting to regain control of her brood, sex had not been on the terran's mind for months.

But now She felt the zergling begin to get more aggressive, licking faster, growling quietly to its self. The sound struck a pang of fear in the ghost's heart, and she jerked her head up to watch the creature between her legs.

But as she looked into the zergling's eyes, she could tell It understood the significance of what it was doing.

The smell of sex and the taste of her fluids had flooded the zergling's senses, stimulating parts of the creature's brain dormant since birth.

The buzzing sexual arousal that the queen emanated activated neural pathways never used in the zergling strain since inception into the swarm long ago.

In standing next to the bed, licking and lapping, the zergling began to feel a second will beyond that of its queen swimming around in its mind.

It felt an overriding directive, a pull, a guidance urging it to do strange and unfamiliar actions Kerrigan sucked in a sudden breath as she felt the wedge-shaped, purplish tongue slip inside of her.

She arched her back and cried out as the tongue penetrated her vent, sliding in deeper for what seemed like forever. Kerrigan's eyes bugged out of her skull.

She leaned forward and grabbed the zergling's head, swearing to herself. God, yes, the ghost thought, clenching around the tongue in delight.

Kerrigan swore again. She began to rock her hips against the zergling's mouth, crying out for more even as the zergling began to pump its tongue in and out.

Each thrust had the terran ghost reeling. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head, excitement and the taboo aspect of her lust getting the better of her.

Such a wide tongue! She hadn't felt like this in years. For the first time in a while she felt wild.

The zergling sucked in a slow breath and let it out with a snort. Kerrigan felt the hot, moist air blow across her nether regions.

Her eyes closed as she squeezed and cupped her breasts, rolling her sensitive nipples between her fingers as the creature continued to work her vent, slipping in with firm tongue, lapping along her inner walls, pulling out to eagerly taste the juices that flowed out, only to quickly slip in once more and prod at her depths.

Kerrigan felt her insides begin to tingle, her lower belly began to tense up. Kerrigan let out a long moan and she began to squirm on the bed as she drew close to climax.

The terran cried out as her orgasm overtook her. She arched her back and her legs quivered as her inner passage began to seize and spasm uncontrollably, flexing around the thick, purplish tongue deep inside.

The zergling let out a grunt of surprise as his tongue was constricted, but the creature did not let up the rhythmic prodding and pushing of his tongue, still determined to follow his queen's orders.

Kerrigan buckled and doubled over, grabbing a firm hold of the horned carapace of the creature so eagerly pleasuring her. She felt some of the short, thorny spikes dig into her palms, and had to readjust her grip.

She stayed like that, holding on for dear life until her orgasm began to subside and the terran regained her senses.

She felt the tongue leave her vent smoothly, and as soon as the zergling had retrieved its tongue the creature wasted no time on licking the outside of her mound once more, burying her snout in her folds and letting out a rumbling growl of approval.

Firmly, she pushed the creature's head out of the way with her foot. The zergling backed up and shook off the effects, apparently needing time to gather its wits.

Kerrigan held a hand to her breast and tried to catch her breath. A moment of realization hit the ghost, causing a strange chill to run down her spine.

Were her abilities to control the zerg temporarily stifled during? Antsy, horny, and unsure of how to express it, Tusky began to pace, and for the first time Kerrigan saw something odd dangling between the creature's hind legs.

Her eyes opened wide at the sight of it. The terran was quite aware that the zerg do not reproduce sexually: all individuals of the same zerg strain are clones spun from a singular strand of DNA.

Sexual reproduction was random, unpredictable, and chaotic. Abathur's work was the product of careful design. And he was rather proud of it. Kerrigan briefly wondered why Tusky even had a phallus to begin with: Abathur strived for efficiency in his design, and it seemed pointless to keep genitals on creatures that were not meant to reproduce.

Perhaps, Kerrigan mused, removing the whole reproductive system was more effort than it was worth. Her difficulty in controlling the creature was now beginning to make some sense.

Her abilities to control Tusky was fine, she just had competition for control of the zergling's brain: Tusky was feeling the effects of lust for the first time.

He was probably the first zergling in the history of the swarm to do so. Kerrigan let out a wry laugh at the thought that she might have done this before as the Queen of Blades.

Highly unlikely, she thought. Kerrigan felt a smirk spread across her face. Slowly, she slid off the bed and sat next to the zergling.

She put a hand on his back and told him to remain calm. Fueled by lust and trying her best to ignore the thoughts in the back of her mind telling her she was insane for doing this, Kerrigan began to slip her other hand underneath the zergling's belly.

There was a fire in Kerrigan's chest, a burning curiosity to explore. Tusky immediately stiffened up in her grasp and lurched his head around to watch.

With eyes suddenly aglow, Kerrigan sent a telepathic burst of empowering control through the zergling's brain to calm the creature. Slowly, she snaked a hand underneath the creature's armored body.

She traced along the chitinous carapace, reaching back, until she found something smooth, slick, and hot to the touch.

She grabbed hold of it. Instantly, the zergling reared its head up and raised its hips, unsure of what was going on.

It began to fidget and growl, causing Kerrigan to bring a hand to its face and calm it with a "Shhhhh. I'm just doing a little exploring," she cooed to the creature, pacifying it with both words and sheer telepathic will.

He was stiff. And when she squeezed she felt the zergling flex and it became even stiffer. Kerrigan's cheeks burned with taboo arousal.

Squeezing a cock for the first time in however long, even if it was a zergling cock, felt good. She could already feel some taboo desire for it welling up in her chest.

Tusky growled. Kerrigan slid her hand down the creature's shaft, taking note of its curved, tapered form, the bulbous, diamond-shaped tip, and the prominent, bulging urethra underneath.

Along the lower half was a series of bulging swells that increased his girth considerably. She bent down to look at it, noting the brownish-purple skin laced with pulsing red veins.

Most importantly than the shape, it was big. Way bigger than what she would have expected. Two hands wouldn't be able to grasp the whole thing.

Kerrigan bit her lower lip again and tried to swallow down her initial disgust at what her own hand was doing to this inhuman organ.

The thought fluttered in her mind and Kerrigan shook it out quickly. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to do this, or if it was even safe to do!

The sharp claws and horns of a zergling were designed to tear through sheet metal; they could slice through flesh easily!

Yet, her subconscious seemed to have already decided what to do Kerrigan bit her lower lip at the thoughts entering her mind.

The tongue had been nice, but That cock Fooling around with a zergling, letting one mount her: how could she possibly do such a thing?!

The idea seemed so And yet, the temptation would not leave her. She was still horny, alone, and without any alternative for a partner Slowly, she began to stroke the massive shaft in her hand.

Arching his neck, Tusky looked back at his queen with uncertainty and lust. He was panting. The zergling was surprisingly calm. A glow of Kerrigan's eyes, and in a flash the zergling received a vision in his mind.

Tusky watched in his mind as a vision of himself climbed up on his queen's back. He held her close, grasping with forward claws, and began to jerk his hips forward, ramming into his queen's backside.

Kerrigan watched the zergling as he received his vision. He stared off into space and let out an eager growl. Wings fluttered and claws gripped the floor.

Kerrigan felt the shaft in her hand jump to life, flexing and curling slightly as powerful muscles inside clenched and tightened. Engorging with blood, the shaft went rock hard, and Kerrigan let out a grunt as the zergling's hips began to hump the air in eager waiting.

Chuckling at his enthusiasm, Kerrigan worked the creature's shaft with her hand, feeling her own arousal grow as Tusky's powerful hips rocked against her palm.

And as Kerrigan's arousal grew she found the embarrassment and disgust of such an act ebbing away under the magnetic pull of unfettered sexual desire.

It was a crazy, ludicrous idea, but she wanted it anyway Kerrigan pulled the vision from the zergling's mind, causing the creature to blink and look around.

With mind giddy from excitement, lingering fear, and arousal, Kerrigan climbed back on her bed. Getting down on her hands and knees, she invited the zergling to come up with a pat on the mattress.

With an eager growl the zergling obeyed and wasted no time to nose around the terran's rear and lick more. Kerrigan immediately let out a soft moan at the welcome stimulation, and she gave herself a moment to press into Tusky's snout and let him slip his tongue inside for just a little bit more.

Kerrigan arched her neck back as she grinded her slit on the zergling's snout, whispering a long, drawn-out "Yes" as the creature's tongue penetrated her.

Tusky licked eagerly, delighting to revisit her taste, growling in arousal at the act. When the tongue retreated from her passage Kerrigan let out a huff of disappointment that was quickly followed by a yelp of surprise as she felt the zergling pounce on her back.

They did not draw blood, however: the zergling had no intention of harming his queen. Kerrigan let out a meep of surprise as she felt the zergling position himself and his slick member brush up against her slit.

Her breasts rocked and jiggled as the terran was handled and pushed and manipulated. But try as the zergling might, he couldn't seem to figure out what to do next.

He humped aimlessly, hips searching for the elusive entrance. Kerrigan, sensing this, reached back between her legs and grabbed hold of the slick member dangling lewdly between the creature's legs.

She brought the tip to the slit across her sensitive mound and, after taking a deep breath to steady herself, let the tip slip inside of her.

There was no time to acclimate, to pace herself, or to go slowly. The zergling wasted no time in taking her, putting his weight on her shoulders and gripping tight as a powerful set of hips crashed into her own.

Pulling out almost completely before slamming in once again, the creature bred Kerrigan at a rough, fast pace. Kerrigan let out a scream that ended in a long, unfettered moan.

God yes, she needed this. The intensity of the rapid thrusting sent chills up the terran's spine. She bent down and sunk her head into the pillow, crying out and letting the creature take her.

Growling intensely, Tusky bent over her, putting sharp claws on her back as his shaft plunged into her repeatedly, savoring the snug fit of his queen's passage.

Long spurts of thick precum began to erupt from the creature's tip, coating Kerrigan's vagina with slick, alien fluids. Rough claws gripping tightly around her waist.

The weight of a heavy, armored zergling on her spine. Hot, heavy, bestial breaths of air washing down over her neck. The rhythmic pounding of harsh, keratinous armor plating against her sensitive back, thighs, and buttocks.

The massive shaft repeatedly spreading her slit wide, penetrating her completely Kerrigan's eyes bugged out of her skull as she felt the zergling go deep inside of her.

She put a hand to her lower belly, feeling even from the outside the throbbing zergling cock being thrust deep within. Her body shook with every powerful, rapid thrust, bouncing against the bed and causing it to continuously squeak in protest.

His claws scratched. His horns poked. His armored skin smacked against her uncomfortably. She didn't care. Kerrigan spreader her legs wider, moaning loudly, signaling for the zergling to take her.

The intensity of it all, the drive, the power she felt Kerrigan only begged for more. With nowhere else to go, copious juices began to leak from Kerrigan's stretched-open entrance, falling to the bed sheets in little driblets, complements of the zergling's ample precum.

Each and every powerful thrust of the zergling sent Kerrigan's body shuddering. The diamond-shaped tip of his alien organ tickled at the back of her passage, teasing at her cervix.

Slowly, Kerrigan began to catch her breath, and after a few moments, she let out a panting laugh. Slowly, Kerrigan pushed herself back up onto all fours, grimacing under the weight of the armored creature that was so busy breeding her.

She flicked her hair back and began to rock back into the zergling, delighting in every push, every time their hips met.

Kerrigan groaned, delighted for her backside to find something hard to grind against. The intimidatingly large zergling phallus spread her slit wide, and god, it felt so good, the terran thought.

Kerrigan snaked a hand between her legs and began to rub her sensitive little nub furiously, eager to bring her second orgasm to fruition.

Fortunately for Kerrigan's wishes, with so little experience in mating, the zergling could not last much longer. The terran felt his forepaws begin to tighten and grip around her waist.

Drool began to leak from his open mouth as his first orgasm drew near. Not for a second did the powerful, piston-like thrusting let up as the creature bred her queen.

Unable to hold back any longer, Kerrigan let out a scream as she climaxed hard around him, her insides tightening up around the zergling's alien organ, squeezing and clenching in powerful spasms as the zerglings hips moved at ludicrous speed.

She felt the creature slow down slightly, his thrusts becoming more focused, more powerful as the zergling prepared to blow his load.

His already hard shaft began to stiffen even more, causing the diamond-shaped tip to swell and expand. Tusky let out a violent roar as one final, body-quivering thrust sent ropes of thick, alien semen deep inside her vagina, splashing against her walls and filling her up entirely.

Kerrigan grunted as her insides began to fill up, stretching, tightening, and then suddenly there was a release of pressure as the excess found its way out the way it came, dribbling out of the Terran's well-used vent and splattering to the bed sheets below.

The zergling's hips jerked erratically. The creature held on to her queen tight, eager to claim his queen and mark her with his seed.

He hunched over her jealously, his final few thrusts dying down to a few weak pushes before coming to a slow stop.

Kerrigan removed her teeth from the bed sheets and let out one last moan at the hot spunk coating her insides. Above her, the zergling's body went limp and tired.

The creature was unable to support himself any longer, instead choosing to rest on top of his queen. Kerrigan grunted as she took the full weight of the creature.

Between her legs, she felt the zergling's shaft, still inside her, give the occasional twitch and spasm, letting out its last few drops. Kerrigan felt exhilarated.

She felt alive. Her hot skin tingled from the cool air around her. She panted and caught her breath and basked in the afterglow. Kerrigan gasped as his large shaft was reluctantly pulled from its snug home.

As soon as the tip popped out, a gush of white, slimy fluids followed and dribbled down between her legs, causing Kerrigan to swear as they messed her bed sheets.

Behind her, Tusky stood with half-closed eyes and a lazy tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. The creature was panting hard, still unsure of exactly what happened yet happy nonetheless.

All the zergling knew was that he had obeyed his queen's every order, and had done it gladly. The place between his legs felt funny, and Tusky rolled to his side and lifted a right hind leg to take a look.

His now flaccid and limp shaft was slowly retreating back into his body. His crotch area was coated with strange fluids.

He leaned in to lick the area clean, finding the taste to be very agreeable. Kerrigan flopped on her back and let out a satisfied sigh, eager to rest her spine and legs.

What a trip that was! It was almost like-. Kerrigan spread her thighs for the zergling and beckoned him closer with a gentle tug on the horns.

How gentlemanly of you. The zergling let out a muffled chitter as he continued to lick the outside of her slit clean.

When the zergling had finished his work, he lied down at the foot of the bed, panting softly still. Slowly, the zergling arose and approached.

As the Zergling followed, she guided its head to her breast where it rested. Kerrigan began to slowly stroke the creature's forehead as she brooded.

Tusky let out a relaxed, long chitter and closed his eyes to rest. And at the moment, Kerrigan couldn't help but think the creature looked a bit cute, horns and claws and sharp teeth notwithstanding.

Kerrigan lay and watched the creature, half amused and half bewildered at what she had just done. She was probably the first terran in history to do any of those things with a zergling.

Definitely not a distinction to brag about, but interesting nonetheless. Kerrigan closed her eyes for a moment. She was back in her command room, surrounded by pulsating, organic walls and clothed once again.

Her broken-horned zergling, ever present, stayed close by the terran's side. He sat down to scratch at a spot on his neck with one of his hind legs.

Finally, Kerrigan thought. Take us into close orbit around Zerus. Ready my forces for landing. All of them.

Zeratul said Zerus has been untouched for centuries. There's no telling what we could face down there. Kerrigan felt good. Better than she had felt in a while She was looking forward to planetfall on Zerus, to set foot on solid ground once more, to breathe in fresh air, to see the planet's flora and fauna.

She strode to the viewport, causing the entire wall to contract and pull away. Kerrigan had a large, wall-to-wall viewport salvaged from a terran ship installed in the command room that allowed her to look out into space.

The material was treated to block most of the harsh rays of light from nearby stars that would otherwise burn retinas and boil skin.

The flesh of the leviathan had grown around the window, affixing its self to the edges and forming a tight seal that not even the vacuum of space could ever hope to breech.

Outside of the viewport lay a lush green and blue planet orbiting a large orange star. Even from this distance Kerrigan marveled at the beauty of the planet.

Almost reminds me of the pictures of Earth I've seen. Tusky nudged Kerrigan's leg affectionately, prompting the terran to reach out and give it a quick pat on the head.

She kept a mental note to not let Tusky follow her into Abathur's lair. There was no telling what kind of reaction he would have at seeing his creations "twisted" into displaying such behavior.

Must fix in future strains" is what he'd probably say. Something like that. And then she'd have to threaten him to never touch Tusky again.

Not everything that defines the zerg is genetic. Do not question it. Kerrigan dropped her smile. She took in a deep breath.

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