Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

T he two alien insects began fucking me in earnest, and when Yoane returned, he resumed finger-fucking me while Yany and Hovo ran around replacing filled bottles and swapping out milking pans.

I both gurgled in pleasure and heaved as I choked on Gyanys cock, and I could feel hot liquid pouring from my pussy as Yoane primed my g-spot over and over so I would squirt more cum into the bottles held there. Meanwhile, Hovyk took my ass like I was a seasoned born star.

Gyanys orgasmed first with a hard and violent ejaculation. I was surprised by the sweet taste of his semen. It was good! I missed him in my mouth when he pulled out.

Hovyk growled as he delivered his final thrusts into my sore ass. "Beautiful," he murmured as he withdrew from my body. "Come look how my cum sits in the gap I have left behind."

Hearing that made me plead. "Please, one of you fuck my pussy," I sobbed. "I need more."

"Her cream will be tainted for a week if we do," Yoane warned.

Hovyk pushed him toward me. "Then don't ejaculate inside her. Put it in the top hole to sow your seed."

"Yes, yes, yes," I chanted as Yoane plunged his cock into my channel.

"I have never, oh, I—this feels amazing," he stuttered as he began fucking me furiously.

Yany was suddenly there, thrusting his cock into my mouth while expertly milking me. And when Yany came, Hovo took his place.

Yoane withdrew from my pussy to thrust into my ass, spewing so much cum into my sore hole I could feel it running out.

Only Hovo was left. He was a little gentler with his thrusts, milking me as I suckled on his peen. He used his top hands to stroke my head tenderly.

"You did so good," he complimented tenderly. "You suffered your punishment and still gave us all your cream and milk. You really are a good hucow."

The ants were cleaning me and the area up. And when my breasts were light, the last milking pan was taken away, I drank my third serving of sweet cum. I knew aphids sucked sap from plants and secreted honeydew, which is what the ants milked to drink.

I laid weakly on the table, too exhausted and in too much pain to move much. My euphoric high was gone. I was sticky, dehydrated, and I just wanted to sleep.

Gyanys was forcing me to drink something. Water, but not water as I knew it— and not the awesome nectar either.

"It will help ease the discomfort," he said quietly.

"Finish cleaning," Hovyk ordered, lifting me from the table. "I'll take her to bathe and get her settled. The collection is not suitable for market, so store it here."

The drink made the pain fade, and me extra sleepy. My captor was incredibly strong, carrying me in his arms as he went behind the house. In the flutters of eyelashes and the sun's glare, I spotted the vegetable garden. And an orchard. Then the blessed darkness of sleep.

I was awoken to the cool relief of lapping water on my naked body. I opened my eyes to find myself submerged in the clearest hidden natural spring I'd ever seen. It could have been from a travel brochure.

"What is this place," I whispered in awe.

"It will cleanse you. Heal you."

Being the more no-nonsense ant of the bunch, I was surprised that it was he who took me to this magical place.

I looked up to my one-eyed captor. I'm not sure what made me decide to do this, but I lifted my hand to cup his cheek. It was unusually intimate for me. While many considered sex to be intimate, I considered it a biological function more than anything. It was like urinating, I didn't do it in public, but I didn't attach strong emotion to act either.

But touch like this… this was different.

"Thank you," I said.

"Thank you," he replied. "I know I was hard on you. We were soldiers before farmers. It's hard for us, as farming is not a soldiers job, but our queen said the workers of the nest would not have the means to care for and protect a valuable asset like you. Your purchase price was exorbitant."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You are worth the cost."

My eyes welled. "I'm not. You all keep saying how special I am, but on Earth, I'm no one. There are women more beautiful than me, skinnier than me, just— better than me."

"No. I do not believe it. Workers are small. Queens are not small." His lower set of hands caressed my plump hips, ass and thighs. "This is perfection."

I trailed my hand over his mandible. "That is a very ant way of seeing the world. But I'm grateful for it. You all make me feel beautiful. Special."

"We've not known each other long, and you feel this?"

"Yes. Earthlings can be… cruel."

"Nature is often cruel," he countered sadly. He removed my hand. "Rest now." He began washing and caressing my skin. "I'm proud of you. You did not let this incident sway your purpose.

"My purpose has been instilled into my DNA. The need to reproduce and make milk consumes me."

"They did not enact anything that wasn't already there. Most females of any lifeform feel an instinctual drive to mate."

I sighed and closed my eyes. "I'm not mate material."

"Who told you that?"

"My hateful, asshole family." Then I said something I never thought would come out of my mouth. "I never want to return to Earth. I rather be a cow."

"You will never be allowed to leave us, so this is good."