Tmkoc Sex Stories Bonus: The Hive and the Primordial
Bonus: The Hive and the Primordial
A sharp groan, laden with an artificial and naked lasciviousness, tore through the static air of the operating room."—Nnn-ggh... Ahh... Haaah...!!"
In any other circumstance, the echo of the thick saliva dangling between Doctor Alessia Cross's lips, combined with the wet sound of her fingers moving frantically between her exposed thighs, would have formed the unmistakable scene of a nymphomaniac crisis in its most deplorable and degraded state.
"I am... a pig... a damn pervert who can't control herself...!"
The demeaning words escaped intermittently, broken by the spasmodic rhythm of hips arching over the metal stretcher.
(A woman... a mother... saw this... she has to be frightened...)
However, behind that display of obscenity, the parasite's gears operated under a logic of absolute survival—cold and devoid of any nuance of real pleasure.
(Is she going to run...? Is she going to scream for help...?)
To the invasive organism, the current behavior was nothing more than a desperate reaction.
(Make her leave... make someone come...!)
Having devoured the memories and logical structure of Doctor Alessia, the insect mind was trying to cling to what it knew about humans to predict what would happen at that moment.
(Slsh... clack... splat!)
In an ordinary situation, any normal human would have reacted in one of two ways to the dantesco spectacle of a prestigious physician savagely pleasuring herself with electricity after having torn her own garments to shreds.
"Ahhh! Look at me... look at how I touch myself in front of a stranger...! I am disgusting trash...!"
Either the woman would flee in terror out of disgust and confusion, or she would run down the corridor to alert the guards and the staff about the doctor's psychotic break.
(Chup... Sluuurp... Nn-gggh)
If the intruder fled or if she sought help, the fate of Alessia Cross's shell as a long-term nest would be over.
"Haaah... y-yes... throw me in jail for being a degenerate whore...! Call the guards so they can see what I do with the electricity...!"
Once the authorities intervened, the puppet would be subdued and isolated.
(Plaf... plaf... bzzz-t!)
But for the biology of the parasite, losing the doctor's fried flesh was an acceptable price to pay.
"Ohhh... the pain... burn me more...! A damn masochistic pervert... that's what I am...!"
Those reactions would have caused an ideal tumult in the hospital—a perfect distraction where the original parasite would simply have to abandon the useless body, crawl through the shadows, and slip into a new, healthy host while everyone focused on the chaos in the operating room.
(It's not moving... It's not leaving... The air is too heavy... It's going to kill us... it's going to kill the larvae...!)
However...
(Slurrrp... tzzz... ahhh!)
Unfortunately, the anticipated reaction did not occur.
"L-look at me... look closely at how I humiliate myself...! I am good for nothing else but being a filthy bitch...!"
The true danger lay in the fact that the mysterious, non-human woman with silver hair remained right there, motionless, projecting a pressure so suffocating that it nullified any opportunity to escape.
(Harder...! She has to believe I am just a crazy human...! A pervert...!)
If the parasite left the flesh now, the thousands of larvae newly gestated by the electrical discharge would die abandoned in the nest.
(Splat... splat... nnn-fhh!)
Therefore, finding itself cornered and without an obvious way out, the creature clung to its ultimate defense.
"Ah, ah, ah! Use my body if you want... report me... but let me finish...! Hehe... ahahaha♡!"
If the intruder would not leave, the organism had no choice but to maintain the behavior of a degenerate, masochistic nymphomaniac as a smoke screen.
(Chup... Sluuurp... Chuuup!)
Through the brain of Doctor Alessia Cross, the parasite understood that humans search for logical explanations within the boundaries of what they already know; therefore, by exhibiting itself as a woman broken by pain and pleasure, it diverted any suspicion of a possible anomaly, reducing the horror to a disgusting spectacle of human depravity.
"Ah... Haaah... Look at me... using the hospital's equipment for this...!"
In response to which, the doctor's corpse continued to suckle her own nipple with a robotic cadence, while the fingers of her other hand dug into her crotch with such cruelty that fine threads of blood began to mix with her bodily fluids, simulating a grotesque climax that stretched her empty pupils to the very limit of madness.
"..."
In stark contrast, before the stretcher, the imposing silver-haired woman remained completely motionless.
(My, my...)
Her intense crimson eyes did not even blink at the dantesco and lascivious spectacle of the doctor who mutilated and humiliated herself upon the cold floor of the operating room.
(What is this? This is really... Erotic...)
To the parasite, that sepulchral silence was terrifying...
(Those groans... those large breasts...)
However, what the invasive organism completely ignored was that the creature observing it from the threshold did not share the morality of a human mother at all.
(God, it is so damn exciting...!)
No—in fact, in essence, that woman was not even human; instead, the two of them were actually alarmingly similar, both being invaders inhabiting a foreign shell.
(Look at her squirm... suckling herself with her eyes rolled back!)
But the reality behind that mystical presence was a secret of a radically different nature.
(It's a first-rate erotic spectacle...)
Physically, the anatomy wearing the housewife's apron belonged to a high-born lady of overwhelming sophistication.
(Ufff... damn it...! This is so fucking incredible! Look at how she spreads her legs in that perfect 'M'... she is completely exposed! What a filthy and delicious bitch...)
However, the soul that truly governed that body was that of a man with a mind consumed by obsession and overflowing lust—an absolute pervert who, from the very instant he crossed the door, had begun to devour with animal and unconcealed intensity every exposed curve of the doctor's figure.
(Those fingers digging into her crotch, dripping with fluids... Shit, it's making "my" body's clitoris rock hard!)
The soul in command of that body belonged to a man who had completely cast aside his past, his name, and his former biological identity to claim the body and life of that woman as his own.
(I seriously want to violate her!!)
However, despite the storm of dirty thoughts and the overflowing libido that savored the spectacle like a true voyeuristic predator, the intruder did not lose control.
"Oh, dear..."
Making a masterful and calculating use of the memories stored in the body's brain, and mimicking the original personality of its former owner, the "woman" dissembled.
"... You truly have gone mad, Doctor."
To maintain control of the situation and avoid raising suspicions in the hospital, he imitated the original owner's demure personality with absolute precision.
"What a... lamentable exhibition for someone of your status."
Therefore, delicately bringing a fine-fingered hand to her mouth, concealing the lascivious smile that threatened to split her face open, the woman let out a sigh laden with theatrical maturity.
(Hehe... yes, keep ripping your panties, bitch... I'm going to ruin that body of yours anyway the moment I finish playing the worried mother...)
Completely hiding his real intention.
(Finally...! Finally a woman who fits my tastes perfectly, and one I can destroy without her trying to kill me!)
But for the male soul, contemplating the doctor in that state was not just an erotic spectacle; it was salvation from a suffocating and torturous sexual drought.
(Not like that damn maid, who almost disintegrated me into particles because of her defense programming... If this body weren't so absurdly resilient, I would have been extinguished right then and there.)
The man behind the crimson gaze swallowed saliva with pure greed.
(Whole months swallowing this hellish horniness without being able to touch anyone in that godforsaken house...!)
The position in which the parasite had placed the doctor's inert body offered an impeccable view that immediately ignited his most primitive impulses.
(If only I could have played even a little with Susie's breasts... But touching her is buying a direct ticket to a fate worse than death because of her ability!)
As he watched the spectacle, his mind replayed with contained anger the missed opportunities and the mortal dangers he had experienced.
(I've had to endure an unbearable frustration surrounded by untouchable or dangerous women in that household, but you...! You are perfect.)
The rage of knowing himself surrounded by unattainable beauties turned the doctor's current submission into something highly addictive—a belated reward that justified all his previous suffering.
(Having so many beautiful women around and not being able to lay a hand on any of them... it's the worst torture in the world! All this accumulated frustration is burning my insides, but this bitch is going to pay for every single goddamn second of my abstinence!)
But the path that had led him to that darkened operating room, however, had been traced just a few minutes earlier, in a very different sector of the hospital.
<"You arrive at an opportune moment, Lilith~">
A brief instant ago, the atmosphere surrounding him was one of a tense and protective vigil.
"Damn it... Every time you say that, you only bring me trouble... Echidna."
At that point, she had been in the room, meticulously caring for the convalescent, feminine-looking young man who reposed fast asleep in the clinical bed following the aftermath of his chaotic nocturnal escape due to the illness.
(I was so focused on taking care of the brat... But my body kept accumulating all that sexual tension!)
Due to the continuous game of abstinence brought on by the ongoing illness, followed by a collapse of massive damage that Mireya had experienced, she had not tasted the nightly pleasure to which her body had so deeply adapted; instead, she suffered from severe withdrawal symptoms caused by the lack of blood, finding herself unable to suckle it from Mireya given his state.
(The brat's hospitalization only made this insufferable abstinence worse!)
Although Lilith's body was powerful, being a primordial vampire who had already marked her partner, she had become completely intolerant to the consumption of other blood sources; therefore, in addition to experiencing sexual dissatisfaction, she also began to suffer from a continuous fast.
<"Come now, come now, don't say that, Lilith. After all, in this case, I believe this will be very favorable to you.">
Therefore, desperate and on the verge of a reverse rape attack against the unconscious and ignorant Mireya, Lilith listened.
"You must truly be having a hard time to listen to Echidna based on those words alone... You poor thing."
At the same time, Susie—a red-haired woman who was nearby, immaturely peeling an apple—murmured sarcastically just before space suffered a distortion.
"Rima took care of... the transport... of Lysandra..."
And appearing from the distortion in the blink of an eye, the silhouette of a porcelain-looking girl, who arrived exhausted, leaned back in a corner of the waiting room, pulling out a straw doll and some playing cards to kill time in a tense silence...
"... Haaa... Fine... Alright, so what is this about...?"
A silence that was only broken when, among the four present, Lilith's voice resonated, asking about the intent.
<"It's nothing all that important... It's just that... there is something highly interesting happening...">
Those enigmatic words would usually be suspicious in any context, knowing Echidna's authentic personality; however...
"Drop the mysticism and just tell me where to go, damn it!"
For Lilith, who was at his limit, such concerns were irrelevant.
<"Very well, there is a place you must go, so go and observe. Do not miss the spectacle.">
Which was how, thanks to that, he simply obeyed while repressing his continuous discomfort, aware that despite her terrible personality, Echidna was driven by only two core motivations.
The first was the excitement and enigma of anything she found interesting, leading her to create scenes and situations in pursuit of achieving such reactions, with Mireya—as her partner—being her principal victim.
"Fine, alright... But it better be worth it!"
And on the other hand, her second engine of movement was the desire to restore her powers, which were mostly wasted on the continuous maintenance of the massive energy reserves inside Mireya, searching for ways to expand the number of the so-called "concubines."
(Knowing that serpent, she could have called me for either of the two...)
Which was how, guided by the imperious need to remove himself from that suffocating environment, the man forced the body he controlled to move stealthily, entering the dark corridors toward the coordinates projected into his mind.
(... But viewing the scene before my eyes now, I clearly understand why she sent me.)
It was in that manner that, upon entering the dark corridors, the superhuman senses of his current anatomy did not take long to activate.
(When I smelled that scorched blood and heard those ridiculous groans, I swear my mental cock almost woke up...)
First was the distant echo of distorted voices that lacked human rhythm; then, floating in the sterile air, his sense of smell captured the unmistakable and dense scent of burning mixed with the blood particles suspended in the air that the parasite had scattered after the defibrillator's discharge.
(What a curse to be so fucking horny all the time!)
Therefore, following that trail of static and scorched fluids, Lilith found the place...
"I am... a pig... a damn pervert who can't control herself...!"
... Where a non-human being capable of releasing his frustrations surrendered herself.
(... Well then... There is only one thing to do... I will thoroughly enjoy having this!!)
Thus marking a battle of endurance between the primordial vampire and the hive parasite that would last a total of four continuous and uninterrupted days, courtesy of Echidna.