Flight from the Harbour Ch. 02

Such was the blessed curse of the Krinis that Chayse always felt like he was producing jizz faster than he could be drained of it. But it wouldn't stop him from emptying as much of it as possible inside Tori's needy cunt, and she would spare no effort in relieving him.

In the depraved lewdness of it all, they failed to notice that the Prince had not actually administered aphrodisiac to either of them so far. On the one hand he was pleased by this; their time with the Krinis had skyrocketed their libido, stamina, and cum and milk production far beyond that of regular humans even without the assistance of their nectar. On the other hand, as much as he cherished these moments, it was time to bring tonight's festivities to an early end. And he knew just how to do it.

He reluctantly extracted himself and Chayse from within Tori, but before all the luscious spunk inside her could escape, his whip-like tongue extended out. It extended longer and longer, and pushed deep, deep inside her.

"Ohhh... OHHH! OHHHMMF~" Tori's groans were muffled as the Prince's tentacle tongue emerged from her mouth, having gone all the way through her. But he wasn't stopping there. The pinkish appendage hovered in the air before Chayse momentarily, before opening up and revealing a spongy, hollow interior. Chayse grunted in awe as it engulfed his member, determined to pump him empty.

A steady stream of semen travelled through the tongue, down through Tori, and eventually into the Prince's waiting mouth. Helpless to move, all Tori could do was tremble as every minor twitch and movement of the tongue sent echoes and vibrations throughout her. Eventually, the Prince's suckling slowly yielded fewer and fewer orgasms from Chayse, and Tori's limbs began to hang limply.

"W-wuh..?" moaned Chayse sleepily, "N-noo... please moreeee..."

"Hush now, my loves, you'll have plenty more soon. For now, rest. You're going to need it."

The Prince withdrew his tongue carefully from the pair of step-siblings, savouring the taste of their essence. Without the nectar left to sustain them, the fatigue of over a week's non-stop fucking crashed over Chayse and Tori in an instant, and they were plunged into a darkness devoid of orgasms.

------The Next Day------

Chayse's head throbbed painfully as he woke up, and aches flared and burned throughout his core and extremities. Not as bad as they once would have however; the nature of rigorous tentacle sex at all hours of the day had built his strength and fitness to a degree he had not thought possible. Although Tori had always been attracted to his slim and cute physique before, it did not escape his notice that she had been enjoying some of his newfound muscle definition.

As a tentacle occupied his mouth and pumped a dense, purple substance down his throat, a familiar, libidinous heat return to him, although not nearly as intense as he was used to. Instead it alleviated much of his discomfort, and after a moment, he and Tori were able to stand up and get their bearings straight.

"I believe I am feeling what humans call "déjà vu," said the Prince with a sad smile. "For this is the second time I find myself bringing you here and apologising for interrupting your love-making."

They were in the Prince's chambers. Although it was not the same as it had appeared during their previous visit. It had grown to almost three times the size, tunnelling out a much bigger space in the rock, but with tentacles still only plastered over a small portion of it. More bookshelves and tables neatly dotted the space, now with boards, diagrams and notes hanging from the stone walls.

"I am most pleased that you've both embraced your role within our family," he continued, "very pleased, indeed. Your pleasure is mine and mine is yours. However, I need to discuss an important issue with the pair of you, and so to that end I've helped you return to your senses. Fret not, it's only temporary -- you'll be back worshipping and servicing our Hive soon enough, I assure you."

"What do you require of us, Master?" Tori and Chayse said in unison.

"Ideally, I'd prefer not to involve either of you in this, especially since we agreed that you'd be permanently locked away. This is a matter to which I would normally delegate to my Krinii brethren, however we have had disconcertingly little luck thus far. As such, it occurred to me that a human could potentially succeed where we have failed. And as it so happens, I have two highly loyal and resourceful Devotees whom I have a substantial amount of confidence in."

They both beamed at his praise -- they only had two priorities in life now; having constant sex with each other, and pleasing the Prince. He had nurtured and embraced their desires that they had been trying to keep hidden for so long. Additionally Tori was finally doing something far more fulfilling than her dead-end call centre job, and Chayse had a loving new family in the Krinis -- a significant improvement over the abusive old one.

"Around a month ago, Deserter rates began climbing very high. That is to say, humans were escaping the Hive in higher numbers than we had seen previously. Now, in a realm this large it is impossible to foresee all possibilities, however I pride myself on running a Hive that is both extremely pleasurable and extremely secure, so this was quite concerning. By all accounts we have since lost around one hundred and fifty humans."

"That's awful!" cried Tori. "Those poor people, they must feel so empty, so... unloved."

"I was worried you were gonna say a thousand or something, but yeah one-fifty is still pretty sad," mourned Chayse.

"Brr... a thousand is unthinkable, although we may very well be heading there if we do not address this punctually."

"So what do you think is causing it?"

"I have two potential explanations. The first is that the Hive is not pleasurable or secure enough and that these humans are learning to resist and exploit us. I find this extremely unlikely -- we are constantly adapting to the lands we transform, synthesising more advanced forms of nectar within ourselves, understanding the minds and bodies of our cattle. There is very little anyone can do once in our embrace. You," the Prince looked at Chayse, "managed to outwit us in a way we'd never seen before, fortuitous circumstances notwithstanding. We have however, taken appropriate measures against such tactics since then." The Princes eyes twinkled mischievously, and Chayse grinned. He'd been a bad boy back then and he knew it.

"The second possibility is that we have a rat. Metaphorically speaking of course, as we have no association with such creatures. What I mean is outside interference. Someone or something Unnested with the audacity to raid the Hive and succeed in taking people away. My brethren have reported no attack or damage or display of force of any kind, which suggests an element of stealth and intelligence may be in play. I have reason to believe we are faced with this scenario. I doubt they present a threat physically, but I will not abide my subjects being deprived of their lust."

"I wouldn't have thought there was anyone left with that kind of capability. Last I saw, the Krinis had done a pretty thorough job on this place," Tori wondered.

"Indeed, but denying that which is a logically and objectively better life... I hope you don't mind my saying there is an admirable, if stubborn resilience among your kind. Come take a look at this," the Prince led them over to a series of maps on the walls.

Some of the maps had very clearly been made by humans and satellite surveillance prior to the Krinis invasion. Others however...

"I instructed my brethren to provide depictions of the Hive, the city above and the surrounding environment. A less cumbersome task than you might imagine for a species as connected as ours."

Chayse was astounded. If these maps were accurate, the Krinis had complete control over the entirety of Sydney and then some. But what really impressed him was the complexity of the Hive's underground tunnels and passageways. They twisted and deviated in an unfathomable alien labyrinth like a real-life Metroid game, connecting through metro tunnels, substations, avoiding potentially hazardous zones and seamlessly merging into the man-made structures above ground.

Some chambers were small and boxy, filling the dimensions previously designed by humans, whilst others were massive open spaces, filled with lakes of semen and hundreds of thralls. Looking closely, Chayse could make out the functions of some areas based on just their shape, such as those designed specifically for milking or incubating Krinis young. His eyes then fell on the north-west corner of a particularly zoomed out map, which was marked with dozens of small dots.

"These are the approximate areas from which the humans have been abducted," said the Prince, following Chayse's gaze. "There are one or two strays elsewhere, but the bulk of the Deserters were from this general vicinity. Hence my reasoning for an intrusion."

"Hornsby, Berowra, Berowra Valley..." muttered Chayse, looking at the surrounding area. "How about this section here?" He pointed to a large national park nearby those towns.

"The Hive has not expanded out there as of yet. Too much vegetation and incompatible wildlife, not enough humans. Although... ah, but I am getting ahead of myself. I see your point -- that area may prove a useful refuge for the enemy."

"Very well then, I am decided! I would like for the two of you to head out and investigate this sabotage. Learn what you can, and if possible, return safely with our lost ones. It ills me to imagine their suffering now."

"Why us, Master?" Tori asked, trying not to sound accusatory. "I'm honoured you think so highly of us, but surely there are better alternatives?"

"As I've already stated, my kin have made little progress in this matter. I would prefer a human touch for this. And whilst many humans in my domain would suffice, I want my Devotees to handle this. I chose you both as my Devotees for a number of reasons; firstly, as Outliers, you have demonstrated an enormous amount of sexual energy together with which I prize so dearly. And secondly, your Desertion and subsequent return of your own free will is a symbol of the utmost harmony that can exist between our two species. Not only do I have confidence in you, but I suspect that these qualities may prove useful along the way. So in answer to your question, no, I believe there are no better alternatives."

"In that case, we surely can't fail," smiled Chayse.

"Again, I do apologise for not upholding my end of our deal. However, you should know well by now that good behaviour is always rewarded. Should you succeed, you would undoubtedly be showered in such hot, sticky rewards the likes of which you have yet to experience."

These words caused Chayse's prominent erection to twitch and quiver, splattering pre-cum all over his feet. Tori couldn't help herself from pinching and rubbing her stiff and overly sensitive nipples. It was incredible to think that they had barely scratched the surface in terms of how the Krinis could bring them pleasure.

"Before you go, I have three important things to share with you which may aid you in this endeavour. Firstly, information. Of the captured humans, one in particular has caught our attention -- a one-legged male, roughly between thirty-five and forty Earth years in age. What is perplexing about him is that he has been taken and then recaptured by our scouts no less than thirteen times. The cause and reasoning of this is currently unclear."

"Someone is going through a great deal of trouble just for him," frowned Tori. "Seem to be having difficulty sealing the deal though."

"He's got one leg, no kidding," quipped Chayse. "But you're right, someone must see some sort of value in him."

"Indeed," continued the Prince, running his tentacled fingers through his ever-waving tendrils of 'hair'. "Whether or not he is of equal value to us remains to be seen, but I would bear it in mind. Next, I would like you to take these with you."

The Prince strode over to a stretch of tentacle-lined wall and plunged his hand within its depths. When it resurfaced he was clutching some sort of fleshy, reddish sack the size of a coconut.

"Open it," he said, handing it to Tori.

At one end of the sack was a moist opening naturally shaped like a vagina. She spread its lips apart in much the same way she'd spread her own for Chayse and the Krinis so many times. Inside were a collection of tiny, grape-like objects slightly wriggling and squirming.

"What are they?"

"They're seeds. Earlier I mentioned that we have not yet expanded to the more wild parts of this land; I find I have grown quite fond of the more natural environments here and have been in no great hurry to change that. As such we have largely chosen to solidify our position in the more human-populated areas. But as our family expands, so too must our Hive. When these seeds bloom, I believe they will make a worthy addition to the landscape."

"Our Master is an artist," giggled Tori looking at Chayse, who also chuckled.

"So you want us to plant these?"

"Correct. And there is no need to tend to them once fully grown, they are more than capable of sustaining themselves."

"But how is this going to help?"

"I'll leave that to your discovery," smiled the Prince cryptically.

"Right," said Tori closing the sack. "Well, we'll do our best for them. And the third thing?"

"Ah yes. You didn't think I would send my beloved Devotees potentially into the arms of a cunning foe without a few assurances, did you?"

"I was going to bring that up," admitted Chayse.

The Prince shook his head. "A little assistance is always welcome, and you both now have the full backing of our kin. As such, I am sending a Krinis along with you, both for your own protection, as well as any utility it can provide in returning the lost ones."

The Prince's chamber door unravelled and one of the large, six-legged tentacle stalkers slipped and squeezed through. Chayse decided to designate them as Hunters, although wasn't sure if the name would stick. The Hunter was evidently very excited; as soon as it saw Chayse and Tori, it lashed out with an array of tentacles, smothering, caressing and molesting them feverishly.

"Relax, my friend, relax," soothed the Prince, and the Hunter's assault ceased at once. "Apologies, we all get a bit excited seeing old friends, don't we Spotto?"

"Spotto??" wondered Tori. The Hunter looked very different from the horny little lump of tentacles that had had its way with her on that long road trip. Come to think of it, ever since she'd returned to the Tower and had her mind blissfully overrun with never-ending tentacle sex, she admittedly had forgotten about Spotto entirely.

"Indeed," said the Prince. "I wasn't expecting you to name him in the short time you had together, but he seems to have taken a liking to it so... Ever since, he's been rather patiently hoping for the chance to enjoy you both again."

"He looks so different, I don't think we'll all fit into a car this time," said Chayse.

"Krinii grow in various ways at various rates. And Spotto has no need for transportation -- he is the transportation!" smiled the Prince. Chayse hoped this meant what he thought it did. He remembered how he always wanted to be fused into one of these creatures.

"But before you go anywhere, one small thing to address," the Prince signalled to Spotto, who extended two long, sleek tentacles around their bodies and towards the back of their necks. A thumb-sized patch of feelers detached from the tentacles, tickling and latching onto the skin just underneath their hair.

Chayse and Tori felt two things in quick succession. First, a small, but noticeable prick of pain as something pierced where the feelers latched on, and a sharp jolt ran through their heads but was gone as quick as it had happened. And secondly, the weight of something foreign, alien and heavy pressing against their consciousnesses.

"Lover Friendsss..." hissed a voice.

Tori looked around frantically but no-one had made a sound. It soon dawned on her that the voice had reverberated inside her and Chayse's minds. There was no doubt -- she could hear Spotto's voice. She felt penetrated and violated in a way beyond what she'd experienced. Her head pulsed like that of a second heartbeat, as though there were a sweet, tentacle cock inside, fucking her brain. The Krinis were no longer just invading her body, but now the deepest parts of her mind too, and the thought turned her on like crazy.

The Prince watched a range of emotions and comprehension course through them both, satisfied with the results. "For the purposes of effective communication, this Implant in the back of the neck taps into the innate Krinii connection. With this, Spotto will be able to mentally channel his thoughts into you, no matter the distance. This is, however, a one-way link. You will still need to vocalise anything you wish to say to him in return."

The step-siblings eyes had turned somewhat glassy from this new mental stimuli and he was unsure if they had fully heard him.

"This is ahh... only a temporary measure of course," he said, slightly bemused. "I will naturally remove it once your mission is complete."

"Oh, that's... that's not necessary. It's fine, really," Chayse said dreamily. He was rapidly discovering that sharing a Krinis' thoughts was as sexually charging and corruptive as the aphrodisiac they constantly kept supplying him with. It was gluttonously single-minded about sex. Spreading legs, penetrating orifices, pumping and thrusting inside, milking tits, milking cocks, depositing eggs... He thought that the Hive had turned him about as kinky and perverted as was possible but the Krinis were on another plane entirely.

"I am afraid I must insist on this. In time, I shall undoubtedly connect you to my thoughts, but it would not do to keep you connected to others."

Tori felt a warmth spread through her at his words. It was nice to see the Prince exercising the fullness of his claim over them. As was his right.

"And with that, I wish you well and good fortune. I shall be in touch soon," he said, kissing them both farewell.

Spotto took the sack from Tori and tucked it safely within his tentacled core, before scooping the two step-siblings into his many, many appendages. He exited the Prince's chambers and turned slowly back down into the main corridors of the Hive.

Left alone in his chambers, a tentacle emerged from the wall to speak with the Prince.

"Are you concerned thisss hasss anything to do with the Queen's disssappearance, sssire?"

The Prince squared his perfect shoulders. "Curious? Yes. Concerned? No. Whatever she's gotten herself into is her problem to deal with. She must get her house in order, and I must do the same for my own. But rest assured my kin, our domain shall flourish with or without her, I have seen to that."

------

"Spotto love to see Devoteesss again! Long journey ahead, but so much fucking we will have!" Spotto's 'voice' was unlike any they'd ever heard, certainly very different from the Prince's. It hissed in hushed, sensual tones that echoed throughout the deepest crevasses of their beings. And whilst not as articulate or intelligent as the Prince, there was still a certain childlike joy in Spotto's tone that seeped into both of them.

His voice wasn't the only joyful thing that seeped into them however, as a familiar orange liquid trickled down their throats and plunged them back into utopia. Now was no longer the time to talk about maps and one-legged Deserters. Now was the time to breed again.

The only thing that pierced their pleasure came a short time later when they emerged from the subterranean love nest and onto the surface. The harsh glare of the midday sun was brutal for their eyes to adjust to, having spent two solid months encased in tentacles and cut off from any trace of daylight. Still, it didn't overpower the feeling of Tori having her swinging tits erupting milk into Spotto's suckers, or Chayse's cock endlessly blasting cum over her face, the tentacles and the road passing by underneath them.