12. All Hail the Queen
Chapter 12
All Hail the Queen
Isabella
T he cacophony of voices overwhelmed Isa’s mind as they approached the dining commons. Her entourage stopped at the central entrance between two of the six ornately carved columns that separated the commons from the passage bedside it. Her mouth gaped at what she saw, her cheeky mood fleeing. On the earlier tour she hadn’t noticed how large this room truly was, she’d only seen the top row. This cavern made her new bedroom seem small. The room was bowl-shaped, looking more like a Greek amphitheater than a dining hall, and was the size of a stadium. The broad rows were laden with colorful cushions descending to a stage. The place wasn’t filled to capacity. There were probably only a few hundred Vorto, but it felt like it was packed full. Everyone’s head swiveled to look at her, then they instantly quieted and stood. It was disconcerting having so many people staring and rising at once, especially when she was still getting used to being the odd man out. If she had a shovel, she would’ve dug a hole and climbed in.
Phara’s large hand enveloped hers, their fingers interlacing. It pulled her attention away from the daunting crowd.
“Oh, thanks,” she said, as he started helping her down the stairs along with Artifex on her other side.
She was dressed, so this wasn’t as awkward as it could be. She was also feeling cute. The way Phara, Artifex and Bellator looked at her added to that feeling. It was nice, wonderful really, warming her insides in a way she didn’t experience much before today. The same adoring look was also on the faces of the men filling the commons, turning the nice feeling into overwhelming. She couldn’t possibly live up to whatever preconceived notions they had about her.
I’ll be okay. She smiled at Phara and Artifex, focusing on the wonderful things they had said. Just relax. Everyone is overly excited, we’re all new to each other, and it will calm down.
“Hello. Hello.” She nodded to her left and right. “How many people are here?”
“Including you, my queen, there are two-hundred and sixty,” Artifex replied while helping her down the steps that were just a tad too tall.
That’s a lot. Although not as many as it could be. It looked like the amphitheater could hold over a thousand, and probably did before the terrible Blight struck the Vorto. She continued nodding hello, while thanking God she wasn’t a total introvert.
They reached the circular stone stage at the bottom where a large leather chaise lounge was the centerpiece. The three alphas mounted the dais with her and turned around.
“Oh,” Isa declared in surprise as Phara gripped her hips and lifted her up.
“I present to you, Queen Isabella of the Tumulus Hive!”
Isa startled and cringed as a loud vibrating roar reverberated through the arena. With all the noise they were lucky one of the stalactites didn’t come crashing down.
No. This isn’t awkward at all.
She tried smiling at the crowd of alien men, but it came out a grimace. To say she’d never been the center of attention for a crowd this big was an understatement. She’d presented research for classes while getting her education, but they were a fraction of this size and she knew the people. She also wasn’t held aloft to do her presentations.
Isa released her death grip on Phara’s arm and waved to everyone, trying to remember how excited they were. “Hello,” she said, not that she was heard.
“Let the Bonding Feast commence!” Artifex’s voice resonated loudly in her mind, as he yipped, reining in the noisy crowd.
Phara lowered her, setting her in the middle of the leather chaise. The seat was large enough that Phara was able to sit behind her, with Bellator and Artifex on either side, while Gregis, Rego and Galis sat at her feet.
There was a flurry of action as servers descended the stairs with dozens of large platters piled high with meat, vegetables, and other dishes. The platters and pitchers were set on the edge of the stage, like it was a massive buffet.
“Wow. You guys outdid yourselves!” she said in awe as she squeezed Artifex’s hand. “Thank you!” she said to him and the servers setting everything out, though she wasn’t sure they heard her over the excited din.
Operar, one of the servitor betas, approached with a tray of cups. Artifex took two, bringing one to her lips.
“Be cautious, this is fermented juice for special occasions,” Artifex warned while he gingerly tipped the cup.
Isa’s eyes widened when she tasted the wine. “Mmm.” She nodded emphatically. “This is good, very good,” she declared after swallowing.
“Wonderful.” Artifex grinned at her, looking proud.
“Did you make this?” She tapped the cup.
“We did.”
“That’s amazing. Wine making is an art form where I’m from. I know the process is very complicated. Impressive.” She squeezed his arm.
“My queen, you keep flattering me and I’ll bend you over this seat before you have a chance to eat.” Artifex’s deep husky voice echoed in her mind while also making a lusty growl.
Her mouth dropped open, her cheeks heating.
“If that’s the case, I’ll gladly feed our queen,” Bellator suggestively chimed in with an impish laugh.
Her gaze darted toward him. Bellator gave his hips a little wiggle, jostling his semi-erect cock. Her jaw dropped farther. Bellator grinned. He was supposed to be her teddy bear, but he was just as much of a randy beast as Artifex ganging up on her.
“You might want to close this. You’re just encouraging them,” Phara chuckled as he placed a finger under her chin and physically closed her mouth.
Artifex was laughing and was about to set her cup on the tray beside him, when she grabbed it. Today had been the definition of a roller coaster, and from the alphas’ rambunctious mood it looked like the wild ride wasn’t over; she was going to need a few drinks.
“Oh, no, sir! Halt right there. I know you like to serve me, but tonight I’m in charge of my cup, and keep it flowing.” She lightly swatted Artifex’s hand.
“Very well,” Artifex relented with a chuckle.
Isa grinned as she took the cup, surprised that actually worked.
“Cheers.” She raised her beverage.
“What is cheers?” Phara asked from behind her.
“We say it before drinking special beverages on special occasions. It means that you are wishing each other good fortune, good health, just good things in general.”
“Ah, yes, cheers.” Phara raised his cup.
She grinned as she tapped her cup to his.
“Cheers!” the other alphas and betas echoed, and they all took a sip.
The Vorto surrounding the stage followed suit, declaring cheers and clinking their cups. It made her smile but reminded her she was the center of attention.
Plates piled with food were brought to them and the men took turns feeding her. The members of the hive happily conversed in groups as they too ate and lounged. It took some of the pressure off her, but they were clearly still watching and following her conversation with the men on stage. She took a drink anytime it threatened to make her feel awkward. Thankfully, after her first cup of alien wine she was feeling more at ease.
Halfway through the meal, Bellator turned to her. “Do you mind if we start introductions?”
“Um, sure, but I may have trouble remembering everyone’s names.” Isa cringed. She’d always had trouble with that.
“It’s all right. Everyone understands it will take time.” Phara gave her a reassuring squeeze.
She nodded in appreciation.
“Maybe we just introduce the castes and ranks,” Artifex suggested.
Bellator stood and the room quieted. “This dawn, when the meteor shower began, I never could’ve imagined we’d be ending the rotation with a Bonding Feast,” Bellator began, pantomiming the debris shooting through the sky and the room rumbled in agreement. From the looks on their faces, all the ship debris raining down must have been quite a sight. “By the blessings of Inana we found Queen Isabella.”
“What is Inana ?” she whispered to Artifex.
“It’s the thread that connects all things,” he replied.
“Oh.” She nodded. It sounded similar to the concept of God, though not quite. Back home they would call the Vorto pagans, but she’d never held much stock in organized religion, not after watching the way its followers often treated their fellow man.
“Legionnaire omegas and deltas, please stand,” Bellator continued, and a group of robust men sitting on the upper ring toward the back stood. “These are the males that guard and patrol our territory. Proel located you and your cracked egg.” One of the men stepped forward.
They looked like soldiers from their broad muscular physique to the way they stood at attention. Even the way they positioned themselves close to the entrance, it was clear they were guarding the rest of the hive. These were the men who found her and got her help, like her very own special forces. She nodded in appreciation to each of the men, truly grateful for what they’d done, though a simple nod hardly felt like enough.
“Our queen was terribly injured and unconscious from the fall from the ether,” Bellator continued. “These are the males who fused with me so we could swiftly fly our queen back to the hive,” he explained for everyone present.
Fuse? Fly? Isa cocked her head in confusion, but the roaring approval from the crowd made asking difficult. Plus, she found she wanted to say something to her rescuers, more than she needed the answer. Before she lost her nerve, Isa rose on her knees on the chaise. The crowd quieted and all eyes were on her.
“This morning, I awoke to discover I was crashing on your world and was probably going to die. It was unbelievably scary, but I expected it after the last month I’d been through. As I’ve shared with the alphas, my hive wasn’t very kind to me. They abandoned me and I’ve been afraid, alone, and without hope. Not only did you welcome me, you rescued me, healed me, have said such complimentary, insightful things, made me amazing food, and beautiful coverings.” Her hand smoothed down her skirt. “In the span of a day, you have changed my life more than I can explain. So, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you doesn’t feel like enough for welcoming me into your hive, but it’s all I have.” Her chin trembled as her eyes blurred.
“No, my queen, it’s not all you have.” Phara pulled her back into his arms. “You now have us.” He nuzzled her hair.
Bellator and Artifex also closed in, one taking her hand, the other kissing her shoulder. Through blurry eyes she was humbled as all the Vorto bowed to her.
The alphas continued holding her as the rest of the hive was introduced. The legionnaires were the guards, diplomats between territories, and aided in hunts. Their quarters were closest to the entrances of the hive for security reasons, though threats to the hive were apparently rare. The servitors had the most hive members but they did everything from farming, to art, to building, to medicine, and everything in between. Then there were the consorts. And though their purpose was to make babies and raise the young, the consensus of the hive was that Phara and his caste were the cheerleaders of the hive, handled internal disputes, and were willing to assist with any of the tasks that kept the hive running. She wouldn’t remember everything, but as she listened, she got a better picture of how the hive worked. She also saw how they were a true community.
“So, are your markings natural or artificial?” Isa finally got around to asking as she touched the middle of Bellator’s chest.
“What do you mean artificial?” Bellator quizzically tilted his head.
“I think she means something drawn on with pigments,” Artifex commented, then extended a pitcher of wine toward her.
“I’ve had my limit.” Isa covered her glass. She wasn’t slurring her words, but she was definitely all warm and toasty. “Yes, that’s what I meant. Is it drawn on somehow?”
“Understood. No, it’s natural. All hatchlings, once they can maintain their bipedal form, have the same mark.” Bellator traced the vee and circle on his chest.
“As we age and grow it becomes more defined. Although, with some hatchlings we can tell what their caste and rank will be before the mark becomes distinguished,” Phara explained.
“As changes occur in the hive the mark may change, too. I am certain it is hormone related,” Artifex added.
It sounded similar to the ornate markings on a butterfly.
“Wow, that’s fascinating.” She rubbed both Bellator and Artifex’s chest, while snuggling back against Phara’s chest.
Bellator abruptly snatched her from Phara, and she found herself straddling his lap. Her surprised squeal ended in a giggle.
“No, you fascinate me, my queen,” the big teddy bear insisted as he pet her hair, hugging her against his massive muscular chest.
Bellator was the definition of rough on the outside, marshmallow on the inside. She’d had personal time with Artifex and Phara, but not Bellator. Unable to resist the sweetheart another moment, she leaned forward and planted her lips on his thin, broad mouth.
“Mmm,” Bellator purred, and his leg started shaking like a dog getting a really good scratch. “Why have we not done this before?” His voice caressed her mind as his grip tightened around her.
He was right. She’d been kissed by the alphas everywhere but on the mouth.
“I don’t know,” Isa moaned. She loved Bellator’s cute reaction, how he tasted like fruit while still smelling masculine and delicious.
She gripped his muscular shoulders as she fell deeper into the kiss. Her tongue explored his mouth while he did the same. Bellator worked her skirt up so he could knead her rear. She didn’t object, though a part of her knew there were hundreds of people watching. Perversely, that made her burn hotter.
She didn’t jump when Artifex and Phara began kissing her shoulder and hand, their warm lips and hot tongues roving her body. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe she was getting addicted to experiencing unadulterated pleasure.
Isa gasped when Bellator’s thick crown found her slick opening. Her pussy quivered as the large bulbous head started pushing into her.
“My queen,” he groaned, his massive hands gripping her hips tighter, preventing her from sliding farther on his cock. “So wet and tight. I don’t think I have the restraint.”
“Our queen can handle it,” Artifex whispered seductively, like the devil on Bellator’s shoulder. Then the imp shoved his hand between them, found her clit and furiously started rubbing the slick bead.
Isa gasped at the added stimulus, her pussy quaking as more pleasure wrapped around her. Bellator let out a guttural growl and thrust his fat cock into her needy body. She keened from the invasion, her back arching as he rammed in to the hilt.
“My queen!” Fear shifted in Bellator’s eyes as he froze.
“Fuck me!” she cried out the demand.
His worry turned into predatory hunger, he gripped her hips and started slamming her down on his cock. He was thicker than her other lovers, and the crown, ridges, and knots on his cock mercilessly rubbed her slick walls. Bellator didn’t strike as deep as Phara or Artifex, but she loved the differences. The way he stretched her teetered on the edge of being painful. It only served to ratchet her pleasure higher as he fucked her faster and harder, his hips hammering against her jiggling ass.
“I love that sight,” Artifex snarled, pinching her clit and making her cry out at the twisted spike of ecstasy.
“Yes,” Phara groaned while stroking his cock.
“Bellator, I’m about to…” she shouted as she started to stiffen up.
He growled and tugged her against his chest, his sharp teeth clamping down on her left shoulder. The bite was opposite of where Artifex nipped her, finishing off the trio of claiming marks. The pain shoved her over the edge and she started spasming wildly.
“Mine,” Bellator roared, thrusting faster.
The knots and ridges on his cock swelled, sending her deeper into the chasm of ecstasy. She convulsed as his climax bathed her spasming pussy. Isa practically melted into Bellator’s chest, barely lucid when his cock slid free.
“My stunning queen,” her big teddy bear kissed the shoulder he marked.
“So gorgeous.” Phara slid her onto his own chest and stroked her back as she recovered from the orgasm.
“So blessed.” Artifex joined in, kissing her shoulder while he caressed her bottom.
She closed her eyes and reveled in their touch. Soon more hands joined in and then more mouths, kissing and sucking her exposed bits of flesh. When they began stripping her out of her outfit, she opened her eyes. Isa gasped seeing that the stage and large chaise were now buried by a sea of purple plasm. Her alphas and the rest of the hive had fluxed. There wasn’t a single humanoid figure in the amphitheater.
The hands rolled her so she was floating on her back as they unwound the clothing the rest of the way. The hands then melted into the pool, to be replaced by others stroking and caressing her. Mouths and faces formed, smiling and looking at her adoringly as they kissed and licked her. They faded and were replaced by someone else. It was the same for the countless aroused cocks that formed and rubbed against her. The pool writhed and churned, the purple waves enveloping and lapping at her from the tip of her toes to her neck.
Her legs were splayed and tentacles of plasm slid between her folds and into her vagina, turning into fingers then back into plasm, before retreating. Her nipples were sucked and tweaked in a similar way. Isa’s heart sped up at how strange this was. It was like when she first awoke yet more intense. This was turning into an orgy in the truest sense of the word. She swallowed hard when the plasm undulating inside her slick pussy took form, turning into a thick cock, before sliding free. The movement became frantic, moving faster, the plasm working into her puckered rear. She tried to calm herself but this was still so new, intense, and confusing.
“Phara,” she worriedly called to him.
“Hmm?” His face rose out of the pool next to her and he gazed affectionately at her.
“I need to see you.” She panted, needing to anchor herself to someone as she tried to assimilate what was going on.
Phara looked at the pool then nodded in understanding. “Yes, my queen.” He solidified beneath her. “You are safe.” He caressed her as he purred. “You are adored.”
The melee calmed, picking up on her distress, the caresses and kisses gentling.
“I don’t understand. I thought I was your mate, or mated to the three alphas.” She touched the mark Bellator just placed on her left shoulder.
“Aye, you are bonded to me,” Bellator’s voice echoed in her mind.
“Most assuredly you are, my precious queen,” Artifex whispered. His smiling face appeared beside her hip and gave it a kiss.
“But…but they’re all here?” She looked at the sea of Vorto in their flux form who’d swarmed the stage, all jockeying to touch and fuck her.
“They are your mates. You are queen of the hive,” Phara replied as if it were obvious.
“All?!” she gasped.
“Yes. We are all yours, my queen.” Phara bent and kissed her mouth which was gaped in shock.
Isa started to panic. Not only was she supposed to have their babies; somehow, she was expected to be married to not just three alien men, which was enough of a challenge, but the whole hive. Was her heart big enough to return the love that they all deserved? As much as she wanted to, she wasn’t raised this way. She was raised to shun affection and pleasure. She had to build a wall around her heart just to protect it.
“Oh, my queen. I hear and feel all of your worries. Just close your eyes and let us worship you,” Phara urged, his voice soothing as he peppered kisses on her lips and cheeks.
She shuddered, trying not to sob, but nodded and allowed her eyes to close. Isa took calming breaths, bringing her thundering heartbeat under control. As she calmed, she started to hear the hive. It wasn’t one voice in particular, but a host of murmurs that caressed her mind, the way the Vorto caressed her body. She was no longer in a place where she had to worry about judgment or cruel intentions. Here in this hive, her hive, there was only affection and love.
Isa let out a long, deep sigh as she let the whispered words of affection replace the barbs of her past.
Slowly the swarm of bodies grew in intensity. Mouths sucking, fingers exploring every hole, cocks breaching her vagina and giving it a few thrusts at a time. No one stayed for very long, and she panted and writhed from the pleasure, while perpetually teetering on the edge of a cataclysmic orgasm.
Strong hands rolled her, and Isa found herself laid out on Gregis’ chest. She smiled, happy to see him. She was growing accustomed to their flux form, but she loved being able to see their faces and their bodies, especially their stunning bodies.
“Greetings, my gorgeous queen,” Gregis panted with desire.
Her smile turned into a gasp when Gregis’ cock slid into her sopping wet pussy.
“Oh, my queen,” he groaned, his eyes closing in ecstasy as he sank in to the hilt.
“Don’t take it out until I say. You can thrust, but don’t take it out.” She couldn’t believe she made the brazen demand. Then she had the audacity of bouncing on his cock, fucking him rather than waiting. Who was she turning into? Someone who enjoyed pleasure, that’s who.
Gregis’ cock jerked inside her. “Yes, my queen!” he growled, his long tongue lashing out to lick her left nipple, since Artifex was already sucking the right one.
Suddenly a cock pressed against her rear. Galis gripped her hips and thrust. Isa cried out at the invasion, the puckered ring of muscles stretching beyond capacity. She was covered in so much slick desire inside and out that her poor anus put up little resistance and he popped all the way in. The crest on his broad crown blazed the way as he burrowed deeper into the virgin hole. Her mouth gaped at the erotic agony of having her ass and pussy filled at the same time.
“Galis!” Phara barked, and both Galis and Gregis froze.
She couldn’t have that. She was so close. Right on the edge.
“More!” Isa cried out. Both alien men jerked at her command, their cocks pulsing inside her. “Fuck me!”
Gregis’ eyes widened, but he complied, pulling back, while Galis slammed the rest of the way into her ass. The ridges on his shaft set off every nerve ending in the taboo hole. She instantly snapped, screaming as the orgasm kicked off.
“More!” her mind wailed as her voice broke.
Galis retreated and Gregis hammered back into her violently spasming pussy. The orgasm spiraled deeper and darker as the men fucked her in tandem. The wet sounds of slapping bodies, their snarls, and salacious compliments about her body added to the euphoria.
The head of a cock found her lips and she opened wide for Rego. She began sucking him deep into her mouth, the prolonged orgasm making her greedy.
“Oh, my queen,” Rego declared, staggering from the sudden intense pleasure.
Bellator and Phara chuckled, knowing what he was experiencing. Rego was a virgin, like all the rest of the Vorto, so he had never experienced anything like this. The knowledge fueled her own desire. Her arm coiled around Rego, so he couldn’t get away. She sucked and tongued the man while the other two betas railed her. She was going to come again. She wanted Rego to come, too, in her mouth. Unsure of what possessed her, she slid a digit into Rego’s ass and fingered him deep.
“My…” Rego’s garbled, ecstatic thought reached her as he bucked, gagging her while he shot his vanilla-flavored load down her throat.
Isa stiffened between the two firm bodies. Gregis and Galis both thrust hard, pushing into her straining pussy and ass. She started convulsing as she reached the next crescendo. Her betas roared, their ridges and knots swelling while they erupted, their release spurting, coating her insides. She shook as she cried from the intensity before euphoria finally claimed her.