Page 44 of Queen Isabella

“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 poolwrithed 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’reallhere?” 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.

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