Author's Notes (please read)
: I'll be honest, I have never even considered writing erotic literature before now. First time for everything I guess, so let's see how this goes! I was extremely inspired by
worldender's Earth: Tentacle Breeding Ground
series here on Literotica, as the creativity and world-building encourages so many opportunities for different tentacle types, different characters, settings, dynamics and so on.
Some of these ideas were way too fun to stay in my head, so I had to get them onto paper and here we are. This is my own take on a spin-off, non-canon story set within worldender's world (or Kriniverse, if you will), and is similar to their New York and Paris stories, with this one being set in Sydney. They did give me full permission to upload this, so cheers for that. If you liked their stories, you may possibly like this as I have tried to keep the tone and style consistent with those, although that is certainly a high benchmark.
If you haven't read them yet, I strongly encourage doing so beforehand
(they're super hot, very well written, and kinda necessary to understand this story).
Trigger warnings: A lot of the same triggers and fetishes from worldender's stories are present here -- alien invasion, promiscuous tentacle hordes, milking, mind control, forced partners, breeding, human livestock, etc. There is also a LOT of step-sibling stuff in this. Like, the whole story is built around it.
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He had lost all bearing of time and space. All Chayse knew now was heat. The heat of warm orange liquid gushing between his lips and down his throat. The heat of sticky, slimy tentacles surrounding, caressing and penetrating him every which way. The heat of countless others like him and their wanton embrace. The heat burning inside him begging endlessly for more. The heat and humidity of a muggy thirty-four degrees Australian summer, which, despite all their apparent miracles and marvels, the Hive had very little way of alleviating. At least in their underground haven they were sheltered from the worst of it.
Still, it mattered little to Chayse. Nothing did anymore, except the next orgasm, which, as always, was right around the corner. The dozens of cilia engulfing and wonderfully torturing the lean twenty-six-year-old's enlarged and highly sensitive cock made sure of it. Yet another fountain of cum burst forth, Chayse wriggling in ecstasy as his prostate was furiously worked over.
Something shifted in the wall of fleshy tentacles, slime and bodies he was bound to, as the Krinis tried to disgorge him from his place. A sense of intense arousal mingled with loss stirred within his navel as dozens of tentacles withdrew from his body, both inside and out. It was only for a moment however, as rather than falling face-first onto the spongy, wet floor, Chayse fell onto the back of a Transporter, whose many loving arms immediately set to work groping, stroking and sucking every little piece of him.
This sort of thing happened every now and then -- the centipede-like Transporters would move him to different parts of the Hive for different reasons. Sometimes to help breed scores of needy pussies, sometimes to help feed the adolescent tentacles, sometimes for free time to simply roam around and enjoy the fruits of the Hive. But this time the Transporter took him down a section of fleshy corridor Chayse had never seen before.
It must have been a more isolated section of the Hive, as the echoes of lusty moans and constant squelching faded somewhat. Though numerous cocks hanging from the ceiling continued to rain thick, heavy ropes of semen upon him. Finally the Transporter stopped before, what seemed like any other stretch of tentacle-adorned wall, and seemingly unprompted, a section of tentacles retreated outwards, creating a gap in the wall like some sort of makeshift eldritch door.
Once inside, the Transporter relented its assault on Chayse's cum-drenched body and laid him gently on the floor before departing once again. It took Chayse a couple minutes before coming to his senses and even longer to be able to stand up under his own power. He was in a large, open room, but it was unlike any other he'd seen in the Hive. For one thing, only about half the room was actually encased in tentacles; the rest was just smooth bare rock walls, lined with bookshelves, a desk, some chairs, all perfectly preserved like some kind of office.
But he was not alone. In one of the chairs sat a figure not quite man and not quite tentacles, but a glorious mix of the two. His whole body was the same shade of pink as the tentacles around them and seemed to ripple and shimmer in much the same way. His tendrils of 'hair' curled and weaved and tousled absentmindedly. His face resembled that of someone a few years younger than Chayse, with a real 'boy-next-door' vibe to him. Chayse couldn't decide if he was really cute or drop-dead sexy. But the most incredible thing about him (much to Chayse's delight) were the massive twin alien cocks between his legs that twitched and throbbed sporadically.
"Welcome to my chambers, friend," he smiled warmly, his voice light and musical. "I must apologise for calling you here, away from all the festivities. It appears you've been appropriately enjoying yourself," he grinned as his eyes basically devoured Chayse's jizz-soaked extremities, lingering on his rock-solid shaft.
Chayse realised who he was now. All in the Hive had at least heard of the Queen somewhere in the Northern Hemisphere, even if they hadn't yet felt that most intimate connection to Her. Her existence was far from secret. But Chayse had also occasionally heard hushed whispers of another being somewhere down in these tunnels. A more reserved and clandestine being, but just as fantastical.
"Are you... the Prince?" asked Chayse cautiously, through globs of nectar and slime still caught in his throat. He couldn't help but notice a handful of tentacles in the wall tense up at his words.
"Oh please," the stranger waved a hand dismissively, though not unkindly. "Let us not stand on ceremony, I'm not one for titles or names. We are all one and the same here."
"I see..." The fog in his brain was making it really hard for Chayse to not stare at the Prince's cocks. "How may I be of service?"
"My my, how eager!" chuckled the Prince. "I like that. I'm just waiting for one more to join us and then we can- Ah! Here she is now!"
The door opened once more and another Transporter slithered inside, depositing a woman that Chayse recognised all too well, even if she was caked in layers of various sexual fluids. If anything could tear his attention from the otherworldly virility of the Prince, it was her. Her olive skin tone had somewhat diminished and her long hair had lost most of its natural curls but she was still as beautiful as ever. Her breasts had gone from once respectable C-cups to a colossal pair of firm, round F-cups, with those perfect dark nipples standing perpetually erect. And with those long slender legs that made up much of her two metre height meeting in the middle at her smooth, slick pussy, she was in Chayse's opinion no less than the hottest woman he'd ever seen. Perhaps even the equal of the Queen, if he ever got to see her.
Like Chayse, it took her a few minutes to regain her equilibrium. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the Prince, but not as much as they did at the sight of Chayse.
"There's my little Chay-Chay! I've missed you! Although..." purred Tori mischievously, reaching out to stroke his plus-sized cock, "not so little anymore are we?"
Chayse poured his tongue in her mouth as he groped her tits. "You're one to talk, these are crazy! And they've been driving me crazy for way too long."
They made out furiously for a little while longer before a slight noise from the Prince clearing his throat made them remember he was still with them.
"Sorry, I do hate to break up something so wonderfully erotic, but I do need to speak with the pair of you for just a moment. I assure you, you are not in trouble. Here," he said standing up, softly massaging his behemoth dicks, "why don't you two work on these while we talk?"
The prospect of he and Tori worshipping the Prince like this was way too arousing for Chayse. They looked at each other devilishly and crawled toward him on all fours. The pair had both sucked more than their fair share of cocks since arriving in the Hive, but the Prince's were unlike any they'd ever seen. They were soft and squishy, yet simultaneously firm and rigid. The contours and ridges formed elaborate swirls and textures all the way down the length of his extensive shaft. Adorable little clit-like nubs dotted just beneath the head were an open invitation for a good tongue-lashing.
As soon as it had touched Chayse's lips it was like an electric current surged through him. Like a magician, he the made the head of the Prince's cock disappear right down his ravenous gullet. His girth was too much to fit much more than that, but it didn't stop Chayse trying. It rippled and flexed and thrummed with unimaginable energy, and steady drops of the most potent orange nectar fizzed from his tip.
Next to him, Tori was having the time of her life, showcasing the skill of her tongue up and down the length of the Prince's shaft. Her fingers buried deep in her cunt pumped and spasmed in a blur, although she'd much rather any and all of the three cocks surrounding her to take their place.
"Mmm," purred the Prince, stroking the backs of their heads. "Veryyy nice. You two would make quite good as my own personal toys, yes indeed. Perhaps something to consider later. Now as for why I've called you two here, firstly, a little background. Our beloved Queen, long may she lust, feels that the best way to make human life here in the Hive more pleasurable and effective is to perfectly understand you all chemically and biologically. And that is certainly most effective; we can stimulate your bodies in perfect precision, intensity and frequency. Sex, after all, is all anyone should want for in here."
"I on the other hand, am more interested in humans psychologically when it comes to sex. You may notice I am very studious in that regard," he said, waving a hand toward the bookshelf and desk. It wasn't easy for Chayse, with his mouth bobbing up and down so hungrily on the Prince's cock, but he could make out that virtually every book revolved around sex.
