CHAPTER 7
CELESTE
I stretch and moan when I finally wake up. My moan deepens as my breasts shift across my chest, heavy and sensitive. The rest of my body feels different too: my hips and thighs are even thicker than they were when I fell asleep.
I guess my transformation isn’t totally complete, then.
I gave Sylvus my holo-watch when we activated the contract, since I wouldn’t be needing it anymore, but that means I have no idea how much time has passed. I think at least a full night’s sleep, if not longer.
I can’t remember the last time I slept through a whole night.
When I push upright, I become fully aware of the weight of my breasts, and I stifle a whimper.
Holy shit.
They ache and throb, but in a distinctly pleasant way, and that tingling sensation drips down between my legs.
It feels so fucking good.
I take a few deep breaths, trying to regulate, but the sensations only intensify. Dizziness joins the tingling, and I snuggle back down into the blankets.
Gently, I run my palms over my breasts; my breath shudders as pleasure ripples outwards. My fingers brush my swollen areolas, and I bite my lip to hold back a moan.
I test a nipple with only the softest, lightest touch.
A yelp springs from my lungs as electric pleasure zings from that point.
When I touch the other, that sensation coils at my core, turning into the pulsing waves of an abrupt orgasm.
Milk squirts from me, then runs down the undersides of my breasts, hot and thick.
My moans get louder with every wave as they only leave me needing more.
I lay panting in the basket, unsure of what to do next.
Razul appears from the next room over. He scoops up the basket, and the jostling makes me whimper. He sets me on a higher platform, then gently takes a breast in each hand.
Oh my fucking god.
Every touch sends another tingling wave and a visceral moan through me as he palpates my tight, full breasts.
Another surge of milk pours out with every squeeze, even though he’s nowhere near to touching my nipples.
Something cold brushes my skin, and I yelp, but Razul’s firm grip holds my breast in place.
A clean, empty glass bottle rests below each of my nipples, held under the neck by the pincers of Razul’s front legs.
His massaging intensifies, and I whimper as milk pours out faster, flowing into the bottle. I simultaneously long for his fingers to move to my nipples and fear it; even that lightest of touches was so intense.
That warm tingling builds again, pulsing between my legs.
Surely I won’t—
I didn’t think it was possible to—
My head tips back, and I cry out as pleasure explodes from my core. With every wave, another pulse of milk pours out, and this time Razul catches it all in the glass bottles.
It all feels so impossibly good.
Razul’s fingers move to my nipples, tugging in time with the lingering waves of my climax—and sending me immediately into another one. He quickly drains half my new volume as I whimper and squirm under his touch.
Razul sets the bottles aside, and at first, I think it’s because I’m done, but then I realize they’re both full.
Before I can understand what that means, Razul’s mouth closes around my nipple.
I shudder and tense, then cry out in time with his gentle suction.
The feeling of my hot milk pouring out, of his tongue swirling around my nipple, of his fingers digging into my breast and adding pressure from within, is entirely too much to handle.
I writhe and cry out, half-sobbing with overwhelm.
Deliberate and gentle, two of his fingers plunge into my core again, hooking around to my inner spots.
My cries blend into an exultant moan as I tip over the edge, shaking through another violent climax.
Razul doubles its length by switching breasts and sucking harder the louder I moan. I squirt around his fingers, soaking the blankets below me. I’d feel self-conscious if I wasn’t so far gone, totally lost to the throes of ecstasy.
His mouth around my nipple makes it literally impossible for me to worry if I’m doing this right.
My breathing slows to low groans, and Razul’s fingers still, his mouth releasing my now-much-lighter breast.
As I float in a tingling glow, I become aware of hot air sliding across my skin: Razul’s heavy breath. Above me, his dark gaze carries a strange intensity.
I blink and slowly take in the rest of his posture. His abdomen is surprisingly flexible under his shell, the surface more like thick leather than steel, and it curls around, the end facing toward me.
There, a transparent, throbbing length the size of my arm protrudes from his dark chitin, dripping golden fluid into a widening puddle on the floor.
His cock.
Fresh heat ripples through me, and I clamber out of the basket, reaching for that length.
Razul quickly snaps back to awareness, scooping me up with his legs and returning me to the basket—but not before I manage to get the tip of that length in my hands and pull it into my mouth.
His growling moan showers down over me as his abdomen throbs and twitches.
Normally, I would never shove something so unfamiliar into my mouth, but I’ve found the source of that perfect golden syrup. My hunger has returned, and I gulp that flavor down, shoving Razul’s cock even deeper into my mouth.
Razul shudders over me, and the vein at the center of his transparent cock swells. His cock thrusts deep and sends a surge of golden fluid straight into my stomach.
My throat and belly swell to accommodate it all.
That vein pulses rhythmically, and the fluid turns opaque and milky. I watch, mesmerized, as it all disappears inside me.
If I never breathe again, I’ll die happy.
The vein runs gold again, then slows. Razul pulls back, and an impossible length of clear cock slides out of me. I gasp in a breath as Razul spins me onto my hands and knees in the basket, gripping my hips with his legs.
His cock plunges into my core and I scream with pleasure. He’s so thick, so long. I’m sure it would have been too much before, but my body is now stretchier in every way.
Razul’s girth and length fill me completely, as if designed to fit only me. Or perhaps I’m made for him.
His thrust sends me crying out with pleasure. Normally, I can’t stand pressure against my cervix, but now it’s like a button screaming to my brain that I need to be bred.
Razul thrusts hard and fast, and I shake with ecstasy. The bottom of every thrust sends me squirting across the blanket, joined by gushes of that golden fluid as they overflow my cunt.
His legs tighten around me, pulling my back to the underside of his abdomen. His hands find my head, cradling me from behind, one on my cheek and the other supporting my neck and collarbone.
I scream and moan into him, totally unraveling.
RAZUL
This little creature has undone me. I was so careful, but I trusted her obedience too much.
It was my fault. Expecting her to stay put in this state was too much to ask.
When her mouth closed around my cock, it was over. Her body begs me to breed her, to fill her with my seed.
Her precious little hands cling to my wrist, pleading for more. My cock throbs, filling her with the golden fluid that would wash a competitor’s sperm out of her if she were another Coleopteroid. Its chemical composition was even more compatible with her human appetite than I’d expected.
Watching her suck down my pre-cum so eagerly… fuck, no wonder I lost it.
And her stamina is incredible. No matter how much pleasure she takes, she’s ready for more, and her exultant moans sing out with every thrust.
Coleopteroids mate for a long time, giving our pre-cum time to ensure our seed is the winner. And she can clearly handle it, a thought that sends another surge of fluid through my cock, pouring through her and onto the floor.
She might be able to handle it too well. A pregnancy at this point would significantly complicate her trial period, and I can’t do that to her.
Losing control like this is shameful enough.
Fortunately, she won’t quite outlast me. Her cunt flutters and tightens around my length as her breathing quickens, moans tightening and rising in pitch.
I keep up the hard, rough thrusting that she takes so well, stroking her cheek and throat as I hold her head steady against the underside of my hips.
Her breasts hang and sway with every thrust, quickly growing again now that she gulped down so much of my pre-cum.
Celeste’s cunt gives a final tight squeeze as a wail begins in her lungs.
I press the edge of my palm into her mouth, muffling her scream to keep from startling the caimites as her eyes roll back. She bites hard, and I love the pain.
Every squeeze of her cunt milks more fluid from me. I grit my teeth, breath shuddering in my lungs. I’m on the verge of a true orgasm, but safely just shy of the edge.
Her scream melts into a series of groans, and I gradually slow my thrusts in time with her relaxing body.
My abdomen twists and spasms, craving a second release. But not like this.
I slide my length out of her, stunned by how much she can take, aching at the loss of her heat.
She whimpers unhappily, but she’ll soon get the treat she’s earned.
I try to be gentle, but my limbs shake with urgency as I turn Celeste over again and nestle her into the basket. She’s dazed enough with her climax to stay put this time.
I slide my cock up between her tits and offer her the tip, shaking with the effort of holding still.
Celeste—gorgeous, resilient Celeste—stirs from her daze and eagerly closes her mouth around my tip.
I lean down over her, pressing my forehead against hers as I sink my hands into her plush breasts, holding them around my cock while I thrust.
She moans, and the vibrations course through my tip, making me shudder. A gush of golden fluid fills her mouth faster than she can swallow, and the rest drips down her neck and breasts.
The sight brings me to the edge again.
“Oh, Celeste, you’re such a good girl… Too good…”
Her translator is still off, but she hears the praise in my tone and her moan deepens, making me shake harder.
I replace my hand at her breast with a leg, then cup her face in my palm, rubbing my thumb along her cheek.
Those bright grey eyes flutter up and meet mine, her pupils blown to dark pools.
“I have a treat for you, sweet girl.”
Her lids flutter happily and she chokes more of my length into her throat.
My breath turns into a deep groan as my abdomen spasms, hard and final.
The vein through my transparent cock swells, contents turning white and gushing hot and thick into Celeste’s mouth.
I can’t tell which arouses me more: the eagerness with which she gulps me down or the fact it’s still not enough, so my cum pours from the edges of her mouth, coating her neck and breasts in a thick white fountain.
There’s no doubt about what arouses me the most: her gaze turned up at me, sweet and happy, proudly sucking as she leans into my hand on her cheek.
I cum harder than I ever have before, longer and more than I knew I could. Maybe her milk has enhanced my production in turn.
Finally, my flow slows and turns translucent again.
Full and exhausted, Celeste stops swallowing, letting the golden fluid slide off her tongue.
The swell of her over-full belly convinces my lower brain that I’ve fucked plenty of offspring into her, so my cock finally softens and recedes.
Celeste chases it with her mouth until I tighten my grip on her head, forcing her to relent.
She pouts, and I swipe spilled cum up from her chin, pressing it to her tongue. Celeste hums as she sucks it off my finger.
I gently rub her cheek until her sleepiness catches up to her and she stills.
I take a deep, steadying breath.
Well.
I really need to mop.