Ciri bowed her head like Dalla, "What does it want?" Ciri asked. She could barely breathe, expecting the worst.

"If we don't let it mate with us, it will kill us both." Dalla said.

“You've got to be kidding, I've got to have sex with that thing... it will tear me in two!" Ciri retorted sharply. In truth it wasn't that Ciri, was offended by the bug, but rather concerned about its physicality. It was nearly as large as a horse, and twice as heavy judging from the armored plates.

We could try appeasing him another way, Dalla suggested slyly...

Ciri gawked in disbelief; but then again, she had to admit she was curious about these creatures, and her options were limited without her sword. This was no drone, she wouldn't be able to bop it on the nose with a rock, and make it run away. This was Witcher's work, and she wasn't a Witcher, not without her powers or sword.

"Quickly now... rub all that over you!" At first Ciri didn't understand, but then it became clear as Dalla gestured towards the puddle of semen behind them. - It became clear what she wanted her to do then. To mark herself with the drone's musk.

Ciri couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Are you sure?"

It's the only way," Dalla said. "It will think you're one of the hive" Dalla in fact knew better, the warrior was here for her, to protect her from foreign threats. This was her warrior, her protector. Slathering Ciri in drone pheromones served one purpose, and one purpose only. To make Ciri more pliable, it was underhanded, but the ends justified the means in her mind. By the time Dalla was through with her, she would be one with the hive.

Ciri thought for a moment then came to a decision. "Alright, but if he kills me, I'm going to haunt you!"

Ciri paused for a moment before she reluctantly grabbed a fistful of the thick slime and began to slather the goopy mess all over herself. At first, she cringed at the feel of it, but then she actually began to enjoy it. The more she rubbed it in, the more turned on she became. Her breath quickened and her heart raced as the creature stalked forward, bringing its slavering maw mere inches from her as its eyeless gazed bore down on her and dared her to move.

The creature looked like a spider at first glance, but like nothing she'd seen before. Close to the size of horse, it stood eye-level with Ciri. She had seen illustrations of it in her bestiary; it didn't do the creature proper justice.

Classified as an insectoid in her bestiary, Ciri thought it resembled a spider more than anything else. Though it did have six legs, only four were load bearing. Each leg covered in jagged plates and course hairs all extending from a central mass where heavily armored.

Its center legs appeared vestigial but ending it what appeared to be rudimentary grasping claws their purpose was unclear, but Ciri surmised that the creature's ventral limbs were intended for mine motor control. It was hard to believe a beast such as this was capable of anything gentle or requiring finesse. Though she knew little about the inner workings of the hive.


The most notable feature however was the creature’s face, or rather lack thereof. Where one would expect eyes, porous chitin masked what appeared to be breathing vents, Ciri tried to look closer, searching for any weakness she could exploit, A long slender knife into this vent might provide the distraction necessary to escape, or perhaps even kill it out. She played began playing it out in her mind as the creature exhaled directly into her face. The toxins in her body had heightened her sense so much so that she could see the plume of pheromones it exuded and could smell the creature's intent... it smelled angry... frustrated, it was difficult to say.


"Gods above Ciri, lie back, make a submissive posture!" - Dalla scolded in a hushed tone.

Tentatively, she laid back down on the ground, spreading her legs slightly as Dalla had instructed. The creature followed her descent closely tasting the air through the porous vents in its armored skull. It stopped at Ciri's nether regions as it inhaled for what felt like an eternity, and exhaled again... Ciri smelled its intent, the color of the plume changing in only a way someone who had been exposed to the pheromones could experience. It just stood there, almost as if it was savoring the moment, its maw a ring toothy ring of gnashing mandibles, they were not for eating, rather for chewing through rock, and armored foes. No Kikimore didn't use their teeth for digestion, they dissolved their food with necrotic bile.

Ciri felt a sudden wave of terror grip her heart, the creature's maw opened and revealing a serpentine tongue? No, a proboscis...

the Kikkimor's tongue was hideous to behold, and beyond comprehension. What lay before her wasn't what she thought was a tongue, but a long proboscis, one that could suck the air from her lungs, and inject her bloodstream with its poison.

Despite its rotten stench, one could still smell the creature’s intent, its desire, the scent of its desires.

The creature breathed in the air around it, smelling for the pheromones that Ciri exuded, smelling for fear.

The tentacle slurped the air like a dog drinking water out of a bowl. it was thinner than you'd expect with exception to the tip which appeared to lamprey like mouth on the end.

Her flesh quivered as the tongue drug itself across her belly and down her thigh.


leaving no inch unsaturated by the creature's saliva. It was warm and silky, red and sticky too. It nipped and nibbled at her as it explored her Slithered over her breast, and down between her legs. And then, without warning, it struck. Ciri fought the urge to scream as it deftly impaled her exposed slit, delving into her sopping wet pussy.

It wasn't painful, but the invasion of her most personal shocked her. At first Ciri was apprehensive, but the creature's tongue was surprisingly warm and soft, and combination of pheromones, and pleasure gets the better of her as she found her body relaxing in spite of herself. She could feel it exploration every nook and cranny, prodding and poking.

The anxiety that had swelled within her moments before was replaced with a different kind of excitement as a familiar moistness built between her legs. She felt the muscles in her core tighten as the creature's tongue teased her.

The creature's tongue must have been coated in some sort of toxin or stimulant, because the longer it licked her, the more turned on she became. "It's the pheromones ... It has to be them," she thought to herself as rationalizing hid shame.

Ciri stared at her small but toned stomach with fascination she watched her belly bulge slightly in response to the creature's movements deep within her, and she felt a pang of curiosity as she rolled her hips forward. She was panting and sweating, her core was burning up with an undeniable need and making her body shake, as if it had a mind of its own. She did not want to feel this way, but she could not help herself.
She had been fucked before. In her youth, she had been eagerly spread her legs for a number of men. She had even had women use their fingers on her, bringing orgasms that were near painful in their intensity. But never before had she experienced anything like this! Protected by the mask of shame and disgust, she still wasn't sure if she liked it or if it was the most abjectly horrifying act that could be inflicted on her.

The creature's tongue continued to explore her, and Ciri found herself bucking her hips and moaning in pleasure despite herself. She was no longer thinking about the creature, or its hideous form. All she could focus on was the way its tongue was making her feel. Every lick sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, igniting a fire in her core that burned hotter and hotter with each passing second.

The answer came a moment later as she felt her body tensing up, every muscle pulling tight as if an invisible hand was squeezing her whole being. She could feel it building inside of her, a pressure so intense that it was almost too much to bear, her body shaking and trembling as she came harder than she ever had before. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure crashed over her, sending her higher and higher until she was sure she would shatter into a million pieces.

And then, just when she thought she couldn't feel any more pleasure, the creature ran its teeth gently against her flesh.

The gentle feel of the creature's mouth on her skin brought another wave of pleasure surging through her veins. The sensation spread from the tip of each tooth and spread through her body. She could feel her body growing more sensitive to the feeling of the creature's smooth body slid against her own. Her skin seemed to loosen up, and she could feel it react to every movement the creature made, like every time its muscles moved, they would tug on her own skin. It was a strange warmth that came over her, but it made her body feel more alive than ever before, and it made those new feelings all the more intense. The way the creature extended itself into her felt good, better than she could have imagined. It was like suddenly the act of being pressed open against the hard flesh of the creature turned from an unpleasant feeling to something that felt absolutely amazing! The way the creature spread and fanned out, it turned from an uncomfortable experience to something that felt amazing. The way the tip of its member pressed against her cervix sent a wave of pleasure through her that made her want to let out a moan just from how good it felt.

The whole act, it felt different, it felt honest?!? With humans with humans' sex was always emotional, a subtle dance between two equals or it was supposed to be, with a beast it was... pure... brutal yes, but only because it must be. The creature was honest with her, it didn't care if she was a highborn lady, Elven half-breed, or the chosen of Ithlinne's chosen. To him, she was nothing but a breeder. A receptacle for his seed... Somehow that made it okay. She thought. "If it wasn't emotional, there was no harm." Her mind began to spiral... "If he's not hurting me, then is he really raping me?" Ciri begged the question in her mind.

“Oh god." Ciri managed, her voice a hoarse whisper. Giving up trying to resist, she pushed her hips back against the insect, wanting it deeper. She squirmed beneath the insect, getting close to an orgasm.

Letting out a small whine, she clenched around the shaft as the tip wormed its way deeper and entered her womb. She let out an involuntary scream as the sharp tines dug into her flesh. She was in heaven.

Of course, she didn’t feel that at first. The first few seconds when the creature tried to force its way inside her felt like torture. She thought the intense pain would drive her mad. But the thing kept trying, relentlessly shoving its way into her, and after some time, she could feel it prying its way into her mind as well. Both her body and her mind reacted to the invasion, just as it had for countless times before, but this time it didn’t try to resist and let the creature in. She could feel it weakening her resistance, relaxing her muscles so that she would stretch.

Her body spasmed in pain and pleasure that she could no longer separate from each other. As if that wasn’t enough to break down every wall of resistance, she had built in herself over the years, she started to notice that being penetrated didn’t really hurt as much as it should have – or maybe not at all?!? It was hard to tell for sure what was going on between those two sensations at this point. But the creature would continue with or without her permission The pain and pleasure flooded her mind until their separation had disintegrated into incoherence.

Ciri felt pleasure – the deepest sensation of pleasure she had ever felt. It was hard to tell if the creature’s tongue was actually inside her womb or whether it was just penetrating her so deeply, she could feel it in places where she knew no tongue had ever been. She gasped for breath as the creature brought her to new heights of pleasure, feeling her excitement throbbing between her legs. Ciri could feel her climax building. Hips bucking against the tongue as the creature brought more and more pleasure into a growing crescendo and then... nothing could stop it now. The pleasure built and built – and then it broke over her like a crashing wave.

A hot, wet gush spread from Ciri’s pussy, running down her thighs and soaking into the fur beneath her. In a single, sudden movement, the creature pulled his tongue out of her pussy, and Ciri’s eyes rolled back in her head as she came harder than she had ever come before. She could hear herself begging for more as the waves of pleasure ran through her body like a drug-addled dream. ***


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Ciri’s weary eyes rolled around in her head as the toxins overwhelmed her. She was too inebriated to realize that Dalla was even present. If she had realized, she would have seen the woman crawl beneath the massive bug and deftly pull back a flap of its chitinous armor. As Ciri’s eyes rolled back into her head and a burst of pleasure swept over her, she would have been able to see Dalla slip her slender fingers into the sticky delta between his legs. Delving deeper and deeper into the pulsing body of the creature as it shuddered in pleasure.

With her fingers buried deep inside the bug's quivering body, Dalla worked her delicate hands over the creature's member, deftly massaging it inside the cleft of its own body, coax the creature into giving up its precious nectar, which she eagerly lapped up with her hungry tongue, as it spilled out the delta between its legs.

Dalla's fingers worked nimbly, expertly teasing and stroking the creature's engorged member. She could feel it growing bigger and harder in her hands as she slowly stoked the length of its massive shaft. Finally revealing he thick slab of cockflesh that protruded from its body quivered with delight as it writhed and hissed beneath her touch.

It was huge, a semitransparent tube of gristly bluish musculature. The entire thing had a thick coating of slime, the residue that had been lubricating it inside the interior hatch hanging off its prodigious girth in long ropey tendrils. Like the drone the creature possessed multiple glans, the primary a concave bucket of sorts from which it ejaculated, and a series of finger length spouts running along the bottom, three to be exact, Giving it the appearance of organic tubular sawblade. Still, that wasn't the most interesting feature. But rather the large pulsing bulb at the base, this bulb intended for locking the phallus inside once fully hilted inside a mate.

Dalla had never mated with a warrior, even her own guardian. The creature was too large, but now that she had a partner to experiment with, she would soon rectify that.

As Ciri lay there writhing in bliss, Dalla drew a deep breath and continued to work her degrading magic. She quickly flicked her hands back and forth over his erect cock, pleased by the way his turgid flesh spasmed at her touch. It was a divine offering, and Dalla felt her cunt grow wet at the thought of tasting it. Her fingers explored the length of his shaft, following the veins until she reached the engorged head and dancing her tongue around the tiny slit. Her tongue was deft and agile, as it ventured around the penis, eventually reaching the fucking hole at the top of the penis. It was tender and pliant, flowering open to reveal a large urethra. Licking it gently, Dalla let the congealed remnants ooze out of the penis, tasting of various flavors of the bugs male-essence.

The creature’s member was bellowing and wagging back and forth in the air. It was well over two feet long; a thick, throbbing, veiny weapon of unbridled enthusiasm and potential. The idea of something so overwhelmingly thick inside her was almost too much to process. If she were to accommodate this monstrosity fully within her, it would surely tear a hole through her other side! She moaned loudly, hoping Ciri wouldn’t hear her playing with herself

She reached a hand behind the knot forming at the base of the creature’s cock. It wasn’t too far from that of the mutts she used to breed for her uncle, though it was much thicker. She had already discovered two points of pleasure on the creature: first, the spouts that secreted a lubricant and intoxicant, and second, the knot, which indicated to its primitive brain that it was fully inserted into a female and that it was time to ejaculate. However, unlike its canine counterpart, the Kikkimor's knot wasn’t filled with blood but rather to Dalla's ignorant mind something that seemed like a jelly in which tiny grain sized tadpoles swam.

Ciri was just coming to as she watched the lurid act unfold...

Dalla had done this before, and so she knew what would happen next. As soon as she squeezed behind the creature's knot, it thrust its hips forward with a rapid force that would've skewered Ciri had its phallus been inside her. Her hands were filled with the warm, slippery semen of the creature oozing from its throbbing member. She marveled at the bizarre texture of the creature's sperm. They looked like tiny tadpoles curling and writhing between her fingers, but she was far from satisfied, and the creature had plenty more to give. Dalla caressed the member with her fingers, letting a few of the thick, gelatinous drops of cum seep through her fingers and drip onto the cave floor.

Ciri thrilled at the thought of what Dalla was doing to the creature and with what was being done to her in return. She could feel her own wetness running down her thighs as she rubbed her clitoris faster and harder. The thought of the creature spilling its seed all over her body driving her wild with anticipation.

Ciri moaned softly as she watched the spectacle unfold. The creature was nearing its climax when Dalla grabbed the hard, pulsing member and held it in her hand. Dalla took note of its thick ridges, which dripped with wriggling semen and writhed between her fingers. Her eyes gleamed with wicked delight as she rubbed the smeared semen lustfully all over its throbbing shaft, delighting in its obscenity of it. As she did so, Dalla guided it towards Ciri's prone form, then squeezed behind its knot once again.

Unable to contain itself any longer, the creature suddenly erupted in pleasure, sending hot spurts of sticky wriggling bug-cum shooting across Ciri's smooth skin. Dalla gasped at the suddenness of it all but kept on stroking and coaxing more and more ecstasy out of the drooling beast.

The sudden hot splash across Ciri's face was unexpected but not unwelcome. Ciri's eyes snapped closed as the creature's hot cum hit her full in the face. She licked her lips, savoring the salty-sweet taste of the creature's cum as it wriggled and writhed, before turning her attention back to the still spurting phallus.

"Hurry Ciri!" Dalla implored, "Fuck him with your tits!"

Ciri's woman's eyes widened in surprise and lust. She understood now what Dalla intended.

Ciri was eager to oblige, pushing her perky breasts up against the creature's cock so that it was enveloped by her soft cleavage. She squeezed her tits tightly around it as she began to slide up and down, rubbing its dick with the firm flesh of her breasts. With both hands, she blindly fondled the long, ridged length of the creature's cock, marveling at how quickly it had emptied itself.

Dalla watched with satisfaction as Ciri moaned and writhed in pleasure, pumping the creature's cock with all the might within her supple young breasts. "That's so sexy!" hissed Dalla, watching eagerly as Ciri moved faster and faster. The creature screeched in pleasure, his thick shaft throbbing urgently between her sweet slime-covered breasts as the multiple on the underside of his shaft began to thrum and harden.

More cum squirted out from the cock, spattering Ciri in another gush of hot slime. It slammed against her body, leaving trails of glistening froth that ran down and dripped onto the cavern below. Ciri struggled to see and could not even lift an arm to wipe at the ooze that covered her eyes and mouth. The wetness slipped down her cheeks as she struggling to resist the urge, to open opened her mouth to moan in pleasure.

That urge was simply to strong Ciri opened her mouth, but instead caught another wad of cum, the hot sticky goo splashing against her tongue. She tasted the salty - sweet explosion, and felt her knees grow weak just from the flow of it. She shuddered from the feeling, and from the extent of the creatures pumping. The toxins in the creature's semen once again flooding her system.

Dalla could see her struggling to see between the thick froth that covered her face. It covered her eyes, and slowly began to ooze over her pink lips. Dalla leaned forward and whispered in Ciri's ear. "Keep swallowing. Don't stop until I tell you to." Ciri nodded, eager to taste him again. The creature was pouring more and more into her mouth, as Dalla continued milking the creature's shaft for all it was worth. Another rush of semen brought a wave of euphoria, making her tremble & arch her back in pleasure, against the creature's groin.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of the secondary phalli began to be reverberating rapidly as the insect was drawing near to its secondary climax. His cock pulsed harder and harder between Ciri's heaving tits, disgorging rope after rope of wriggling bug cum with each thrust.

Time seemed to freeze for Ciri as she gazed at the transparent aedeagi before her.
She couldn't see anything through the sheen of slime, but she could feel it. Traveling from the base of the creature's phallus was a surge, the great slab of meat atop her belly and between her glazed breasts stiffened... She couldn't explain why she did it, just that she knew she wanted to. Instinctively, as if her body had been pre-destined to eons ago, she placed her lips over the quivering orifice.

“Squick... squick... squick..." Dalla could literally feel the creature's belly churning as it propelled its hallucinogenic serum through its shaft, time and time again, until finally its contents were spent. The sound of the Kikkimor's climax was as lewd as it was virile. Dalla could literally hear the muscles in the creature's phallus roil as his cock churned up its heavy wad of toxin laced bugcum.

The massive phallus erupted in her mouth like a warm, writhing geyser. Shooting directly into her throat and quickly filling it, as she gagged and spluttered viciously. She literally felt the creature’s sperm twitch inside her! The aedeagi between her breast quit literally dousing her with a sheen of glowing pre-ejaculatory fluid. Her eyes dilated as one rolled back and the other stared ahead as an instant rush of toxins flooded her system. So potent were the warriors' toxins that even skin to skin contact was enough to send Ciri into hormonal overload.

The effects of the toxin where muted when absorbed through the skin, but the sheer volume was still impressive to behold. Dalla watched in fascination as Ciri, continued to service the creature.

Despite the overload of toxins, Ciri was far from being a normal human woman. She was a woman. The power of elder blood coursed through her veins! Even though her body was racked by effort, even though she felt as though she could barely breathe, even though her belly ached as it slowly inflated. She had committed herself to the task at hand, and there was no turning back now. She was going to drain the cock dry!

Ciri’s pupils dilated, going unfocused as the cock spurted again and again into her throat. Her stomach churned with each spurt of semen, sending it further down into her own belly. She could feel it sloshing around inside her throbbing belly until the flow finally abated and she heard silence other than the “schlick” and “pop” of Ciri's lips as she released the creatures the semi erect phallus & let it dangle limply above her.

The creature's proboscis returned, this time softly dancing across Ciri's skin as it expertly rubbed the thick goop into her breasts. Ciri could feel her muscles relaxing as the toxins slowly seeped into her muscled. There was something about being the slurping sound of the creature's tongue made rubbing against her skin, the feel of a thousand writing forms coating her body that aroused her in ways she didn't understand. The virility of the creature was astonishing

Dalla rubbed her clit as she watched the disgusting display before her, her eyes focused on the fat, wet cock flexing in release as it dripped with cum and oozed more and more seed with each post-orgasmic aftershock... The clumpy globs that slipped from the tip of the massive cock splattered against Ciri's pale skin. The little globules sperm slithered across Ciri's naked flesh collecting in the modest cleavage of her breasts.

The creature’s proboscis stroked the curve of Ciri's breast it's lamprey like mouth before settling on her nipple and began tugging at the turgid bud until it became erect. Was it trying to pleasure her? Was it hungry? What purpose did this behavior serve? Her thoughts drifting away as it the creature's long tube suddenly undulated sending a spike of pleasure through her. Ciri trembled and writhed as wave after wave of pleasure continued to crash over her, pushing her over the edge.

Dalla's heart was racing as she watched. She slipped a finger into her own wet pussy and moaned softly. Her other hand reached out to gather more spunk on Ciri's chest, basting her like a goose in an obscene glaze of wriggling bug sperm. Ciri was moaning now too, her body writhing under the insect's touch as the bug's sperm squirmed all over her, their tiny tails tickling her pale northern skin.

Dalla watched excitedly, her delicate hands working furiously as she brought herself to orgasm. She shuddered as her body convulsed with pleasure and the shock of how quickly her climax had hit rattled through her. She let out a rush of breath as the aftershocks of pleasure swelled through her body and she suddenly felt the need to grab something with each hand, her breasts. She pressed her hands into the soft mounds as they spilled out of her hands and let out a low moan and traced her fingertips over her large areolas with her fingertips. Shivering at how delicate and sensitive they felt. She even bucked slightly as she pulled at the sensitive flesh of her nipples and pinched them roughly squirting stream of milk over both the creature and her intoxicated friend.

Noting the source of the nourishment, the creatures finished with Ciri and moved on to Dalla, slurping hungrily at her milky tits, drenching them in its thick drool juices. Dalla moaned as the creature continued to suckle, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. She loved how strange and weird it all felt; she was so turned on by this bizarre sexual encounter that she couldn't help but let out a moan of pure ecstasy. The writhing mass of bug sperm sliding over her skin only made things hotter for her, driving her closer to the edge again and again until eventually she felt herself tumbling headlong on the path to climax.

Ciri lay there lost in an endless haze of drug-like bliss as those tiny little swimmers continued their relentless assault on every inch of her being. Her belly a writhing pit of behemothic sperm and for as long as this wild ride lasted, she knew that she would be utterly powerless to resist its all-encompassing pull.

With the creatures fully focused on her now, Dalla reached down between her legs and began to massage her clit, rubbing it in fast circles as she felt the creature sucking hungrily at one of her nipples. She could feel its long, thick tongue swirling over and around her sensitive flesh, sending shivers of delight coursing through every inch of her body. The creature slurped and sucked noisily, drowning out Dalla's moans of pleasure as she drove herself closer and closer to orgasm.

Dalla felt something building deep inside her core, a powerful wave of ecstasy that was threatening to overwhelm her. She could feel herself trembling uncontrollably as she struggled to keep control, knowing that the moment of release was quickly approaching. With a final sigh of pleasure, she finally felt herself tumbling over the edge and into oblivion, her body shaking and pulsing with pure blissful ecstasy.

Drenched in sweat and cum filled with a sense of pure satisfaction, Ciri finally slipped into unconsciousness. While Dalla laid back against the massive insect's soft carapace and sighed contently. It had been a day. With one last lingering look at its beautiful form, Dalla drifted off to sleep beneath its watchful gaze. For days afterward, Ciri would wake from restless dreams to find herself still lost in a haze of pleasure - but no matter what visions haunted her subconscious mind, they could never compare to what she had experienced that night with Dalla by her side.

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