Queen of Worms Ch. 17

Author's note:

If Dear Readers, you've been wondering what's been taking me so long to write new chapters, a lot of my time is taken up by my sucky job, and the two serious passions of my free-time. One being the video game known as "Skyrim," which recently had a major update to its code, so I've had to delete and re-install the customizations. I admit to having a perhaps unhealthy obsession with completing EVERY quest, and finding EVERY secretive detail of it. Even the custom stuff added by modded content, which isn't going to be described by the game developer. My other serious passion of course, is writing. In addition to the several stories here, I've also been writing a lot in my non-erotic novel, a sci-fi war/action thriller (with some romantic semi-erotic bits), of which I've finished the whole draft of the 1st chapter since starting it in February. I won't mention the novel's name, because I have a different audience for that story. I mention it to explain as part of why I take so long at my stories here. I'm also planning to get a ride on a passenger train and move. I absolutely HATE the politics and stupidly high taxes of the state I currently live in.

Athre, Corpsemire.

On the road to Traitor's Karst.

The time was mid-afternoon, and Vuthniri was getting thirsty. The swamp was obviously not a safe place to collect water, not even with her Queen's worms inside her. They did a lot to enhance her body, but she had accepted the worms only recently, and the one of the changes that the courier's body still needed, was to filter out disease. Such as whatever was in this putrid-looking yellowish "water" of the Corpsemire pools. Fortunately, there were plants in this swamp that soaked up that disgusting fluid, and purified it. Unfortunately, the "easiest" of these to reach, were farmef in Corpsemire's eponymously named village (or town, depending on who was asked), and at least half of the residents were willing to sell anything at "highway robbery" rates. The other half could easily BE highway robbers, for all that Vuthniri and her armored escort Orinya, knew. As they guided their horses on the broken cobblestone, the two hosts chatted telepathically.

'Is Corpsemire's village really that bad? The surrounding swamp is awful, yes. But I should think they would want to attract visitors for the business, not repel them by thievery.'

'Yes,' Vuthniri telepathed back to her knightly escort 'it really IS dangerous. So much so, that although it is a shorter way, I was originally planning to go out to deliver the post messages and packages by taking a detour! Then later, I was going to look for a skilled mercenary as escort, and charge the bill to my guild for job expenses! Traitor's Karst is safer in that they have a constable, and the area is more cosmopolitan. But that area has a reputation too, a lot of caves there are supposedly favored by smugglers. It has that name because it was where an army general had tried operating a rebellion from.'

'A rebellion?' Orinya telepathed. 'A rebellion led by... General Suthwine?'

'Some still think of him as "General Swine," but yes, that was him. You're an armored knight of a mercenary, and you don't know the details of that battle?'

'I do study when I can, especially of the history of battle. But traveling as a wandering knight, I haven't had many opportunities for that. So... you were really planning to hire a mercenary, eh? Well, you've got one! Also, with me to help defend you, we should have no problem with anything against my steel plate. I can tell we will still be making our way along the swamp road, even by sunset. Will you prefer looking for a room in Corpsemire, or to camp out?'

Vuthniri looked off down to where she knew the collection of huts was, then resigned her head.

'I think... I think camping will be probably not only be more safer from those shady types, but more comfortable, even if they gave us each a bed! I wouldn't trust their stableman with my Bucky here, even if he threw a stranger off his back, they might try any kind of trick to keep us slowed for a possible ambush. Sicken him with poisoned oats, put a nail in the wrong place of a horseshoe, heck I wouldn't be surprised if they tried beating his legs sore! And, that's assuming they didn't lead him to "wander off." I've had only one mishap there, but I also hear stories. If there's a blacksmith who we could secretly recruit for our Queen without any awkward questions getting back to the King in Xarthfalls, about a "rival" monarch, we're most likely to find one in Traitor's Karst. Though maybe there'll be someone who wants to get away from Corpsemire, but I doubt it.'

'Why? Your description makes it so awful there, I'd expect them to jump for it.'

'I'm certain they would, if any could be trustworthy. But we need a blacksmith, and most of Corpsemire's people are too poor to own anything much more than a shack. I really wish we could help the more honest ones, but... well, we need skill first.'

Orinya telepathed her frustrated agreement. '"The new colt is youthful and strong, but useless until he knows his job."'

The old proverb was well-known to many who worked with horses, be they post riders like Vuthniri, or season battle veterans like Orinya. Every horseman, OR woman, knew that when it came to needing these animals for when it really counted, well-trained was preferable to wild rambunctiousness. But it was so relatable to work in general, that it became a common referral to the practicality of disciplined skill was something as a mark of maturity, when it came to recruiting for jobs.

The ride through the swamp was quiet and seemed dull during the day. Mostly because the dangerous predators of that lurked throughout it, were active at night. Still, it was a deadly place for the unwary. To keep themselves from the boredom of vigilance, while keeping their own voices from being heard, the pair of hosts telepathically chatted about a lot of things. The courier's husband was named Uthgir, a lumberjack who was living with Vuthniri just inside the Yellow Forest. Up until a bandit's poisoned arrow infected Uthgir's leg and it had to be amputated just beneath the knee. After using half their savings for hiring a healer to cut off the infection, they also improvised a prosthetic. But after, the husband and wife both decided to move. Uthgir started focusing study on how to write, planning to take on a job as an accountant so that he could earn a bookkeeping income while staying at home. Although this meant his clients would need allowances for calling on this at their home, Uthgir and Vuthniri found new survival with the courier job.

Although most girls who grew up to become these couriers started training for it when they were five years old, Vuthniri was already an expert shot. She had gone along with helping her husband on nearly all his hunts when they wanted meat in the forest, often running along behind him, and to quickly be ready with an arrow. This meant that the Deerfeet Courier Guild's trainers really only had to teach her how to be a skilled horsewoman for her riding. By the point she had accepted becoming a host for Queen Ulsa's worms, Vuthniri had already been a post rider for around 3 years, and developed a close partnership with her steed. A temperamental dappled grey stallion around strangers, but comfortable enough to be led by someone walking with the reins. This job as a courier also meant she had to spend almost every other week away from her husband while riding her delivery routes.

Still telepathing, Orinya offered her commentary. 'That's quite a story you have, but obviously Hosvar was offering his guiding hand in helping you. He's surely helped you find us and our Queen. We can help you and Uthgir in a more physical sense. It seems that Ulsa's new gifts have made her, and by extension, her host as we are... into powerful agents for his Sacred Will.'

'Yes.' Vuthniri said as she casually rubbed her pussy while fantasizing about her Queen "personally" healing her husband's maimed limb. 'Not only that, but he can live in Morthpit! Free from troubles like those bandits. Though the only skills he has for our Queen, are as a lumberjack, or for accounting. There's very few trees in Morthpit's surrounding grasslands, and Gulrest doesn't have a lot of wealth to keep track of. I want Uthgir and I to earn our living for Ulsa's hive-mind. But I don't know what else he can do after he's regrown his leg.'

'Simple, our host.' Though she wasn't there with a body to comment in person, Ulsa telepathed inside Vuthniri's mind. 'He will help us run our growing city. There's a lot for us to organize, even for our hive-mind's clone bodies to do most of the physical work. We'll need someone to write down a lot, and we'll do better with more than one mind at it. As the hive-mind, we have countlessly vast numbers of worms to form multiple bodies, but even so, we are still only one mind, "spread out" as we are. Different minds can think differently, and come up with solutions when one mind can't. Your husband's skill as a woodsman also applies to carpentry, and we will grow tree farms hidden in our caves.'

'"Tree farms," my Queen? In caves? How is this possible, our Majesty?'

'Orinya?' Ulsa prompted to the other host. 'Your former experience as a magically animated suit of armor had forced you to study deeply into magic as a matter of survival, and it was intuitive to that nature too. Tell her of how easy light is to generate, with the proper circumstances and ritual.'

Orinya was a bit taken aback and humbled by the attention. Though also feeling an abashed honor in devotion to satisfying their Queen.

'Yes, your Highness. I feel I don't deserve this honor, but I must serve with my gratitude. Your hive-mind has given me this wonderful new body, after all. Yes, Vuthniri. I have never heard of such things as a subterranean tree farm, but it is possible to create a large amount of light underground. Energy comes in many forms, and one of these is light. Other forms are heat, motion, chemical, and others you may not know about, such as magnetism. Even the vibration of a blacksmith's hammer striking his anvil, is energy. Depending on the type of energy, and how it is turned from one type to another, this can be quite easy. If you have a candle, it has chemical energy stored inside it, and upon using the candle, this energy is changed. It becomes light and heat. If I am correct in what I think our Queen is referring to, then we will gather into Morthpit, fat, grease, and other things that can easily burn. But rather than burning these with fire, we will convert them into light by using a method my studies of magic calls "ionizing vaporization." It will need some special crystals and metal, which I don't think are in the area of Gulrest. I take it, Queen Ulsa, that you know where to find a good supply of these things?'

'Yes, Orinya. In the desert of the Whistling Coast to the far southeast, there is a source of the metal known as Munhug, but the Githis horsemen mine it for something different than what we plan. Our father General Rhovith will need to seek a diplomatic trade with the Githis, since it's the one thing those nomads consider important enough to create a permanent settlement for. As for the crystals, Orinya may be thinking of Yardbeam Academy's "Birefringent Prisms," but we believe sadly, that Yardbeam is already captured or controlled by the Daggerfang. There-'

"No!! Please, my Queen!" Orinya was so distressed at this, that she forgot herself and cried aloud, despite avoiding the local swamp predators' attentions. "I knew so many good students and instructors-"

'We know, and see them in your memories, Orinya. Calm yourself, remember that the Corpsemire is a VERY dangerous swamp, and do not cry out. Yes, there are doubtless some casualties of the people you knew and loved from there. Maybe some were even corrupted into becoming Daggerfang hosts themselves, but this is more reason to fight the parasites, and reclaim our territory. Yardbeam is in the northern mountains, around Mount Astyra. In our ancient memory, that was once home to a deadly stronghold of our enemy, and they may easily have returned back to using it in the same way again. We know of an alternative source, of a different crystal with differing effects, which is from that world we have sent our clone to. Earth.'

Ulsa paused to let them parse this all out, then continued.

'Though we went there in search of a scholar who may understand our worms in a similar way that you understand magic, Earth does have crystals for focusing energy in the way you were thinking of. Most of the "magic" crystals in Earth are simply beautiful rocks, with magical properties assumed because people want to believe in something "special." Or because these crystals are promoted by frauds hoping to profit off the gullibility of the former. But there are some few Earth crystals that really do have properties that align with magical effects. We are unable to find a suitable translation for its name in the language of our world, Athre. So we will call it a name by the description of its visusl appearance. "Sea-brine," or perhaps the ancient naming style of our ancient hosts, "Myrkskógr," or "Murky-Forest." You referred to magnetism, Orinya. In most cases, that means a positive and a negative polarization charge. The opposite charges strongly pull on each other, while the same charges repel. Two expressions of magnetic energy. But this crystal has three within it. The two we describe, and a third that "flips" between them. Our Earth-bound clone was studying science journals for any papers written by the scholar we're searching for, then by chance we found an article describing how these dark blue-green crystals were grown in a laboratory. These crystals with the Munhug metal will allow us to focus and project brainwaves. So that they will manipulate different types of particle energy, in ways that... well... look like, or are... "magical." But first before we can move on to that, we need a blacksmith who can work and shape metal. Preferably, one who may want a happier life in peaceful Gulrest or Morthpit, rather than a smuggler's den like Traitor's Karst. Not only that, but we also need someone to craft armor and weapons for our future armies.'

'"Armies," my Queen?' Orinya asked. 'Please forgive if I sound doubtful, but how are you going to build so much on short notice?'

The two hosts sensed a bemused smile in their minds, as the Worm Queen gave a brief explanation. 'By taking a blacksmith as a host, we will learn his craft. We already have the knowledge of blacksmiths from our ancient hosts, but that was a little over a thousand years ago. If since that time. there are newer, stronger ways of making weapons and armor, we must learn them. But after taking a blacksmith, we will appoint him as Master of Morthpit's Forge, and assign as many of our worm clones as he needs. With his knowledge, we build around 100 blacksmith forges, each operated by our clones, while the Master Smith gets his own, and a smelter.'

-

Corpsemire's eponymous village was much as Vuthniri remembered it. A few crisscrossed dirt tracks with barely any stones to call them "roads," threading between buildings that looked more like cobbled together shipping crates, than real houses or the general goods store that the pair of women stood in.

"What da ya' want?"

The boy looked like he had hair the color of the mud outside, but both hosts' enhanced senses told them he was actually a sandy blonde. Despite the new instincts of enjoying sexual attention for spreading their Queen, they did not like this boy's focus. For one thing, he was a couple years too young for that, but behaved as if he obviously didn't care. If he actually had anyone helping raise him, they weren't doing much to teach the youth proper manners, because he was leering at them as if they were common whores. But they had to deal with the likes of him as they passed through, and answered his question.

"A couple bottles of Frogswine, and a half-sack of kippered lizard."

"That's two silver stams."

As the teenager said his store's price, Orinya looked incredulously at Vuthniri, who paid from her purse.

"'Frogswine?' 'Kippered lizard?' Please tell me it isn't what it sounds like."

"It isn't." The courier assured her. "The 'frogswine' is the plant-filtered water I told you about. There aren't any birds or bees to pollinate the flowers around here, so the plants store water to entice large beetle-like creatures to visit them instead. Many other local animals make use of the flowers' stored and filtered water too. Maybe it sounds gross, but I've heard of similar things. Beekeepers have told me that their bees make their honey by mixing it with their little insect tongues."

"Really? Bees do that? But... beetles?"

"Yes. Except these are around the size of a typical dog, and have legs like a stork's. I don't know if there's any beetle 'honey,' but I can imagine why there might be some. The 'frogswine' is a bit of extra water collected from the flowers. As for the 'kippered lizard,' that's sort of a local joke. It's salted meat from a creature that only looks like a lizard, but is really actually a type of crab. The 'scales' on the meat, are actually from the part where it connects to the crab's outer shell."

By this point, the boy had returned to their table, and rudely dropped the plate of "lizard meat" in front of them. While holding back the bottles, he held out his hand. Vuthniri looked at it with annoyance.

"What? I paid your price, high though it was."

Clearly, the youth was irritated at having to repeat what he knew everyone should understand already.

"A tip... ya' oughtta thank me. I'm workin' hard to provide this-"

"Yes," Vuthniri conceded, then countered with "and I DID 'thank' you, by paying that high price of TWO silver stams. If you want more, then you must also want a reputation for gouging customers. Now give me and my friend, our bottles!"

Orinya agreed, and stood up. She made sure her armor clanked with intimidating noise, as she rested her gauntleted hand on her mace's hilt.

"Is that a... 'problem' for you? You do want polite civility, don't you?"

The boy's gaze invariably noticed the tapping of Orinya's metal-clad fingers on her weapon's handle, and now had none of his previous insolence.

"Uh... y-yes. No... no prob'em. N-not here."

Deliberately more careful than he had been of the clay plate with its meat, he set the bottles on the half-broken table. Next, it was obvious the boy wanted to get away and leave the two women to the simple meal. But before he could, Orinya stopped him with more questions.

"Boy, wait. I want to satisfy my curiosity. What is your name? Who is helping to raise you?"

Now, his eyes hardened again, but from a more distant thought and feeling. He took a pause for a breath, then answered.

"Name's Tulnik. My... my da's gone."

"Thank you, Tulnik. Is your mother caring for you?"

"She... I..."

Tulnik looked from Orinya to Vuthniri, and back. He was clearly debating with himself about whether he should divulge details of his life, then asked his own question.

"Wha' does it matter?! I feel I'd ratha' take a beatin' than tell ya-"

Orinya lifted her hand from her mace, and held a calming gesture.

"I don't want to beat anyone, Tulnik. If you don't want to tell us of your home life, that's your choice, and you should be free to it. But generally, it seems like life has been hard on you, and made you cynical. Do you want more reason to enjoy your life? I do have a tip... as advice. Be the first with politeness, and others will be more likely to be polite to you. That also means that you shouldn't think of yourself first, you should make yourself aware of when you're being rude, and behave better. Others may not care, but more likely than not, that's the best way to get appreciative thanks from people. Is that hard for you?"

Tulnik stared back, unsure of how he wanted to react. Then he took a deep breath, as if relieving something heavy in his heart.

"My ma was cap'ur'd..."

"'Captured?'" Orinya prompted.

"Yeah... Cultists 'uh Mhirdhar Hill. They wur'ship... well no one really knows 'xactly WHAT they wur'ship, 'cause so few..."

Tulnik looked like he may have started crying, if he didn't harden his face with a stoic anger. He focused, and continued.

"So few return to say anythin'. Sumthin' 'bout a temple an' a pool 'uh sum' black slime. I wanted to rescue my ma, but I don' know if she'd actually fight me... to git BACK to tha' cult. Some do, an' ev'n try dragging their rescu'rs back wit' 'em! Others jus' kill 'emselves, rath'r tha' be cut off from what'v'r thing the cult has. My ma, she was cap'ur'd in a raid 'round... 'round c'upl' uh' ye'rs ago. I fear she's b'cum part uh' their cult by now."

"Yes," Orinya agreed with some emotional difficulty "that sounds like a good possibility. How do they do that? Brainwash new members?"

Tulnik sighed, and answered. "Only one peer'son that I know of, got back ta' tell tha. A trav'lin' minstr'l who was... aimbushed a-lon' with his friends. Said tha' cultists held 'im in man'cles as ey held sum' sort uh' lantern 'n front of 'im, and forced 'im to drink a strange oil. Lat'r, he felt a stron' feelin' that EVERY word they said, was tha' 'solute truth. Even w'en they cont... contra... whats tha' word tha' means sumthin' is tha' opp'site o' 'notha word?"

"'Contradicted?'" Orinya supplied.

"Yes!" Tulnik pointed with a grin. "'He felt like his feelin's con-tradick-ted each other! They were tellin' 'im that his friends, his fam'ly, they could only really luv em if they... 'knew the light.'"

Orinya looked at Vuthniri, who looked back at her. The courier asked her own question.

"How did he get out with his friends?"

"Said the lantern lef' 'N the room just b'yond his cell, and he was strainin' to get closer. Ev'n tho' chained to tha' wall, the chains were very rust'd 'round tha' bolts. When he strain'd fer the strange light's compulsion, he pull'd out the chain, and flung 'imself forward. It knock'd ov'r the lantern. This broke tha spell or what'ver it was doing to him. So he could think for 'imself again, and realized the lantern was part o' the control. Knowin' what the cultists expect'd, he made the chains looked stron' 'gin, and pretended the light still had 'im. Wasn't hard, 'cuz it was sorta' glowin' on the floor. 'Nyway, when they came back fer 'im, he overpow'red the cultists, pulled ther robes off, and us'd the 'isguise to find 'is friends. Gave 'em robes, an' they all got out."

Tulnik shuddered as he added one more detail. "Tho...' 'pparently one o' them was too mess'd up by it. When his friends refus'd to let 'im get back to the cult, the man hang'd 'imself."

'Queen?' Orinya telepathed. 'Do we have time for this? It sounds like a dangerous threat.'

'It is indeed a dangerous threat,' Ulsa sent back to her hosts' minds, 'though we still need you to go on to Traitor's Karst, we want you to investigate this cult. We will send a larger force out to inquire after them, we are already marching some of our worm clones on the road, disguised as simple travelers. If we'll need to, we'll send our clones to infiltrate, and stop the cult. It may be just some crazy fool who found a way to use some kind of mind-controlling magic that may be related to that lantern Tulnik mentioned. Ask the boy about who is looking after him right now.'

'Yes, Queen Ulsa.'

Then Vuthniri asked the youth the question on behalf of the Worm Queen, and he snorted in response.

"Takin' care uh me-self! Got no one else ta, anyhow. Look... Imma sorry fer bein' so rude 'afore. I think... think I'm jus' ang'gry at a lotta ev'rythin.'"

'Yes,' Ulsa commiserated with her hosts 'he does sound like he has justifiable reason to be cynical about his situation. Orinya, Vuthniri, despite your concerns of whether your horses will "disappear" from the stables, ask the boy for a room to stay for a night or two. Our clone bodies are already marching for Corpsemire, though they are on foot, they don't need to eat or sleep, at least not in the sense that your bodies need. We can walk the clones all through the night, without pausing for anything, because the worms' bodies have stored nutrients, and can absorb some of this from the ground as we walk over it. We're guessing our time spent on the road, will be day and a half. Vuthniri, is it going to interfere with your delivery time, if we asked you to stay here? Then after our clones arrive, you will ride to Traitor's Karst?'

'No, my Queen.' The courier replied. 'Our route managers in Deerfeet's Guild know of Traitor's Karst as being infamous for slowing delays.'

'Good.' Ulsa telepathed. 'Pay Tulnik for yourself and Orinya, to use a room. Stabling also, for your horses... around two nights, and buy yourselves food, as you need it. When we arrive with our clones, we will reimburse you, and pay our way also, for our stay.'

-

The room was pretty much as Vuthniri expected. In a single word, it was bare. A small table with one rickety chair, and not even a dresser. Let alone a washbasin. But the bed was a double, at least. Tulnik had told them that dinner would be whatever he cooked up (probably) by 7:30pm. Maybe 8:00. In the meantime, the pair of hosts had gone on to look at their horses' stabling, assuring themselves the water would be fresh enough, and that the hay wouldn't be mildewy. Surprisingly, the stableboy was actually a stableGIRL, and she had oats available! Though that would cost extra, aside from the hay. Apparently, she loved horses so much, that caring for them seemed like a true passion of hers, but wasn't talkative about why.

After they returned back to their room, Orinya offered her opinion, as she pushed off her armor's skirt portion.

"It's not as bad here to me, as it seemed like you were saying."

"Yes." Vuthniri agreed as she tugged off her riding boots and trousers. "Not as bad, but I think that's mostly because you were able to pressure that boy into behaving himself. I can see why he'd want to distract himself by acting like an arrogant pig, but if I were alone, I know I'd have to watch myself."

Vuthniri laid back on the bed now, spreading her legs for Orinya. Then looked quizzically at the still-armored knight.

"You aren't taking off the rest?"

Orinya grinned. "Thought it'd be fun to try sex with my suit on. Though with the appropriate parts removed, of course. I've 'lived' for around 200 years as that suit of armor, it's not going to slow me down, or get in my way. Plus, I'll have as much fun with you grabbing it, as you will, while we slide together. I think it's probably going to feel it even more than you, because for all that time that my armor was my 'skin,' my mind was bound up in it. Still is, actually. I can feel EVERYTHING that touches it. Despite having a real flesh and blood body again."

Vutniri laughed. "Alright then, let's go for it!"

Orinya nodded, and lowered her armored greaves to slide against Vuthniri's thighs. As their lower lips began to "kiss" together, both hosts started stretching out their tentacles into each others' pussies, moaning with pleasure as both tentacles and pussy lips grazed one another. Though she didn't have a clone body to participate with, Ulsa was also adding her own part to their pleasure, by slithering her numerous worms between her hosts' pussies. This also let Ulsa enjoy the sensations of her hosts as they felt her slithering between them, and feeling through her hosts, her own self. The young woman that Ulsa was, would have found this surreal, and disturbing, but now she lusted for it. It was GOOD, to be the Worms.

"Ohh..." Vuthniri moaned, "thank you, our Queen... ahhh... your worms are perhaps the greatest... ahhh... of Hosvar's blessings for... ahhh... for us. We LOVE you, our Queen... ahhh..."

"Yesss... mmm..." Orinya moaned her own agreement, "our Queen... ahhh... you compliment our tentacles... ahhh... so well..."

'Yes, our hosts... we also enjoy slithering inside your bodies, happy to share in your pleasures, and of course, to breed ourself inside you both. If we do this enough here, we may even produce enough of our worms to create another clone to investigate that cult, while you both go on to Traitor's Karst. Vuthniri, we will use some of the eggs from inside your body's own ovaries, though that may need you both to have sex all night long.'

"Yes, our... ahhh... our Queen!" Vuthniri was quite eager.

"My Queen?" Orinya implored. "Can't I help?"

'Sadly, your new body can't help, because your original was destroyed in the attack on your father. Remember, this one you have now, is actually made entirely out of our worms, specialized to form a body, and repurposed to be an extension of your mind. Because they are attuned to your mind now, these worms aren't able to breed themselves faster beyond replenishing themselves for your body. Also, it doesn't have any ovaries or eggs, which we would need for rapid worm production breeding. But, Orinya, your sexual stimulation of Vuthniri will help her produce ample amounts of vaginal cum for our worms to feed on as we fertilize the eggs and also breed our worms within. Now... our hosts, let's start enjoying that breeding!'

Enjoy it they certainly did. Both women were bucking their hips hard against each other's pussies, pushing their tentacles as deeply as they could into each other's clefts, and sucked on one another's breasts, delighting in the taste of their milk. The horny friends spread their mouth tentacles over the areolae, squeezing the breasts, and teasing the nipples even as they drank their mammalian cream. Ulsa was slithering herself faster and faster between her hosts, while also slithering more worms over their skin. Using her worms to caress the hosts' bodies as if she were there with a body of her own, which technically speaking, Ulsa DID have there. In the form of hundreds of worms, most being barely even half the size of the women's pinkie fingers, though some were a little larger than some men's cocks! Ulsa was even massing her worms to suck on the spare breasts of her hosts, all while also sliding herself in and out of their puckers. Along with their Queen's worms, both women filled the room, and each other, with their moaning love. With pleasure and lust. Rocking their pelvises back and forth like a mix between a the up/down of a wave-riding boat. While also moving horizontally liked the slide of a saw. The women sucked, thrust, and pushed themselves into continuous orgasms. Back and forth. Up and down. Sliding their phallic tentacles in and out. They were all doing their individual parts to maximize their pleasure, and each other's, as much as possible.

Ulsa was indeed using her worms to mate with herself within Vuthniri's body, slithering some worms inside the eggs to consume those, and then use the eggs' membranes to contain the worms as they rapidly matured. Within a few hours, Vuthniri's belly was starting to show a "pregnant" bump. The main reason Ulsa preferred not to consume the eggs of her female hosts, was because as governed by the nature of human biology, human eggs couldn't be replenished constantly like male sperm. Certainly not like a hen's eggs. Once consumed, that egg was gone forever, and not to be replaced by the limited supply. Which meant that Vuthniri would be less likely to bear children in her future. Ulsa had also told her of this before getting started with that, and make sure Vuthniri still had at least 3/4 of her eggs left.

The courier insisted anyway. "But I want to serve you my Queen! You're the best hope for my Uthgir to regain his leg, and to live safely in Morthpit. I'll still be able to retain my job with the Deerfeet, and perhaps bring a few of my colleagues into your love as well. The cult Tulnik described is a threat, so this is the best way we have to grow enough of our worms to rapidly form a new body for infiltrating it."

'All the same, we have a duty to tell you of this. We do not want to deprive you and Uthgir of future children.'

Though she felt a strong devotion to serving as a host for her Queen, Vuthniri also did have an equally strong desire to become a mother and raise children. So she felt a deep gratitude to Ulsa for considering this as important as it was. They would be born as hosts like her of course, their innocence guarded the hosts' sexual natures as adults. But Vuthniri's ovary eggs were also the only way to reproduce enough of the worms rapidly for a new clone. As she felt her Queen roiling, squirming, inside her womb, the courier rider was experiencing it like a surging, swelling, foamy, frothy slosh of pleasure inside, only adding to the bodily love she was getting from Orinya.

"Ahhh... my Queen..."

She nibbled at Orinya's lips, focusing special attention on the sensation of her Queen's worms as they passed between Orinya's mouth and her own.

'Yes, Vuthniri. We are swelling our worms within you. Soon, we will have another clone ready enough, and will enjoy sex with you both. Some of our new worms are already fully matured now, but must have a larger micro-swarm grown inside you. If we have too few of ourselves in the open air before forming ourselves into a new body, our worms will dry out and die. You will know when we are ready for slithering out of your pussy. As you are grateful to us for this experience, so we are even more grateful to you, for allowing us to use your body, and especially, your ovaries.'

"Yes... ahhh... my... ahhh... High Queen... I... LOVE you... ahhh... love you, my... ahhh... my Queen..."

"She is... ahhh..." Orinya moaned her agreement, "... she is... so... so... GOOD... ahhh... so... good to us... ahhh... I love you too... ahhh... my Ulsa... you gave... ahhh... gave me... this body... ahhh... made of worms. Ahhh... you've let me make it... my... ahhh... make it my... OWN... ahhh... you're becoming... ahhh... as much a... defender... ahhh... of peace and... justice... as... ahhh... I aspire to... be. Oh by... ahhh... by Hosvar... Vuthniri... your... ahhh... your cunt... it feels... so... ahhh... so tight... on my... ahhh... around my cock... ahhh..."

"Ohh... YESSS... Orinya... ahhhh... it's... ohh... it's FILLING... filling me... ahhhh... and while... I'm pushing... ahhhh... pushing my tentacles... ahhhh... I can... can... TASTE you... ahhhh... down there... I feel... ahhhh... ohhhh... I feel the... start of... ahhhh... another... orgasm... ahhhh... more... I... ohhhh... I LOVE... this... ahhhhh... I love your... friendship... ahhhhh... my sister... by Ulsa... ahhhhh... my sister... host... more... ahhhhh..."

Orinya grinned in delight as she listened to Vuthniri's adoration of her and of their Queen. But also from the feeling of Vuthiniri's pussy around her cock, and of receiving Vuthniri's tentacles penetrating her own pussy, and ass simultaneously.

"Ahhhhh... ahhhhh... ahhhhh..." Orinya moaned.

"Ahhhhh... ahhhhh... ahhhhh..." Vuthniri moaned.

'We are almost there...' Ulsa telepathed to them both, 'Vuthniri, your body's womb is very helpful to us breeding inside, but we also are in need of what nutrients you have dissolved in your digestive tract. We will be careful to avoid consuming your body's tissues, but if you feel us squirming into your intestines, do not worry.'

Vuthniri nodded her assent. "Ahhhhhh... yesss... my... ahhhhhh... my High Queen... ahhhhhh... please... use my... body... ahhhhhh... however you... see fit... ahhhhhh... I love... serving you... ahhhhhh... especially... ahhhhhh... like this... ahhhhhhh... ahhhhhhh... ahhhhhhh... ahhhhhhh... I'm... I'M... OHHHHH... I'M CUMMMMING... MY QUEEN!!"

As she ground and bucked her body against Orinya's, Vuthniri's stomach was bulging from her "pregnancy" of Ulsa's worms. Both from breeding as fast as possible, and as Ulsa slithered her way throughout Vuthniri's body. This was causing the courier's skin to pulsate with the worms' outlines rippling underneath. Even as she ground her body against Orinya's, the knowledge that their Queen was so intimately moving inside, and using her body to reproduce more of the worms, was extremely arousing. So this brought her even faster to her climax, flooding over the other woman's pussy, cock, and even over the knight's thick plate armor! Both women went back to suckling from each others' breasts, while thrusting their tentacles into each other's asses and pussies. Though of course, Orinya had a functional cock to slide in and out of Vuthniri's pussy.

As the minutes passed by with their repeated bucking and grinding of each other's hips, they both began to naturally synchronize together. The cycling of each other's serpentine tendrils, penetrating one another's bodies, of Orinya pushing her cock in and out of the post rider. Adding with this, their Queen! She was gathering more and more of her worms inside Vuthniri's womb, carrying the digested nutrients to the breeding. By now, the courier's belly was swollen to around the size of a large stew pot, and growing as it pulsated. Suddenly, Vuthniri's moaning changed in pitch and tone. A little louder, slightly more guttural, as if some of Ulsa's worms were slithering through her host's throat. Which they were. She quickly pushed herself off from Orinya, and squatted on the room's floor.

Vuthniri focused on her pulsating belly as she also rubbed at her breasts. Pulsating with her Queen, as Ulsa began slithering her way out of the host, and giving the courier a massive amount of pleasure as she did so. Not wanting to be left out, but knowing that Vuthniri's pussy was currently occupied by the worms crawling out, Orinya walked over and stretched out her mouth tentacles over Vuthniri's breasts. Caressing, squeezing, rubbing at her sister host, even as Orinya drank the sweet and thick milk. Even as Vuthniri also did the same with her own mouth tentacles, playing them over Orinya's own ballooned globes, and drinking the knight's milk in turn.

"Ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh..."

With each moan, another small wave of worms slithered out, joining the growing pile on the floor, even as they started forming the clone's torso. Soon enough, Ulsa's head rose out of her pile of worms, as she stretched her writhing fleshly mouth to her host's pussy. She spoke, her voice absolutely purring with pleasure.

"Thank you, our loving hosts. You both do your Queen proud. Though we have formed bodily clones this way before, this really has been a new record! In all our time of living inside our hosts, we have never formed any clone as fast as this one, from any single host. Now, please continue enjoying each other's bodies as we breed and form this new body. We will add to your pleasure Vuthniri, as we slither out of your pussy and into our new clone's mouth."

"Ahhhhhh... yessss... my Queeen... ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh... ahhhhhh... it... it is an... ahhhhhh... an honor... to serve... ahhhhhh..."

She was now gyrating her hips against the growing clone's mouth, eagerly grinding her pussy even as the worms slithered out and joined themselves into the clone's body. This newest iteration of Ulsa lifted up four new wormy arms, covered in, and composed of, her little hive-mind controlled forms. The Worm Queen gripped her host, digging her new clones's head at Vuthniri's pussy, even as the worms emptied themselves out, and the courier's "pregnant" belly slowly deflated. Though she wasn't getting any new worms from Orinya, Ulsa was determined to add to her warrior-knight's pleasure, growing a new pair of tentacles. One to push inside Ornya's pussy, the other to push inside her ass. Ulsa wanted her armored champion to truly enjoy having a real body again, and knowing this was the main reason for Orinya's devotion. Because her "body" used to be a suit of armor magically animated by the energy of her soul, the new alabaster pale body was also composed entirely of specialized worms. All donated from Ulsa to give the sorcerer's daughter some flesh of her own, and allowing Orinya's mind to imprint herself into them. As she reveled in the sensation of the double-penetration, Orinya's moaning was made to synchronize with Vuthiniri's, because with every little surge of worms that poured from her host's pussy, Ulsa was also undulating her tentacles to match. That, and the two voices' moaning aroused in each other a sexual feedback, like a looping cycle of pleasure.

All during this, the body of Ulsa's newest clone rapidly grew and developed as her worms hatched from the eggs of Vuthniri's ovaries. After only twenty minutes, Ulsa's torso was fully developed, and she was stretching out new tentacles that rooted themselves to the floor. Bracing herself firmly like a bizarre, humanoid-shaped "plant," but made of worms, Ulsa was delighting herself in the sex she shared with Vuthniri and Orinya. Though of course, continuing to rapidly grow her new body, there was no reason the Worm Queen couldn't also use this as a means of sharing more pleasure with such loyal hosts as these. Part of being a good ruler of her Queendom as it developed, was in rewarding her followers, and this was part of it. As Ulsa's mind and "body" had now become the worms, she could reshape these new clone bodies of herself, according to any whim she pursued. So that even as Ulsa kept the head and her mouth in place, sucking on Vuthniri's pussy, all while slithering her worms out of the host, Ulsa could also grow the rest of the torso upwards to Vuthniri's chest. Growing at the top of the torso, a second head, to suck on her host's breast. The one that Orinya wasn't sucking from, and also sucking with that same head in the same way, from Orinya's exposed breast.

'It is GOOD,' she telepathed to both her hosts, 'that we can all enjoy this together. Our sexual union, through our worms.'

'Yes, our Queen!!' Both hosts telepathed back together. 'We LOVE YOU!!'

As the hosts continued enjoying their Queen's sexualized growth of her new clone, Ulsa was finishing the development of the clone's legs, and started detaching the rooted tentacles from the floor. Soon enough, she had finished, and the clone was fully developed. So that now, Ulsa could personally investigate the mysterious cult before it interfered with the ambitions of her hive-mind, and to prevent it from becoming a threat to her people. But the night was still only half-over, and all three of them wanted to continue the sex, of course. Although Ulsa's worms had carefully avoided consuming Vuthniri's bodily tissue, they had taken a lot of nutrients, before the host's body could absorb them. So Vuthiniri was feeling moderately weaker, and tremendously hungry.

Ulsa stopped sucking on her host's breast, and telepathed Orinya to do likewise. Though Vuthniri was continuing to drink from Orinya. Now that Ulsa's clone was fully developed, she also could absorb bacteria, and other microbes, or even minerals directly from the environment. Then she started converting these into nutrients, and grew tentacles. Pushing them inside all three of Vuthiniri's orifices, now it was Ulsa feeding her host in return. To which Vuthniri was eagerly grateful, sucking ravenously on the tentacles, and Orinya's breast. Ulsa even had grown tentacles by lengthening out her clone's nipples, and plugging them both into Vuthniri's mouth. Ulsa and Orinya both were undulating their tentacles inside her, while the Worm Queen fed her host. It wasn't nearly as effective as feeding in the usual way, but it was better than nothing.

'As you love us for helping you,' Ulsa telepathed, 'so we love you, for giving us an existence inside your body.'

'Yes, my great Queen.' Vuthniri telepathed back. 'You're going to give back my Uthgir his leg, and he can feel like a true man again. For the rest of our lives, we will be your devoted hosts! Thank you!'

-

Around three hours later, Ulsa had sent Orinya out to gather plants for feeding. Host though she was, Vuthniri's body couldn't digest any of the local wild plants, all were filled with various types and dosages of some kind of toxin. Let alone that nighttime foraging in the swamp was dangerous due to predators. But Orinya wasn't going out into the swamp's wilderness, and poisonous though they were, Ulsa would digest the plants. Filtering out the poison, and then feed the nutrients left over, to Vuthniri. Ulsa's worms weren't immune to poison, but as a hive-mind, she could easily sacrifice a few of her worms to shunt away a concentrated toxin, and safely absorb the rest as nutrients. Or in this case, to send it via her tentacles, into Vuthiniri. So it was, that Orinya was out collecting sheafs of deathfern, which was as lethal as the name implied, exuding a viscous slime that led to a slow agony for half a day, and had no known antidote. Fortunately, unsuitable to an assassin, because it had to be swallowed to kill, and an easily recognized taste. But if dabbed on an arrowhead, it had no effect. Even to ingesting this though, was absolutely harmless to Ulsa, as her worms were already experienced to metabolizing the toxin into two different chemicals that became part of her worms' slime.

While gathering it, Orinya heard the rustling of something moving in the poisonous ferns. When she looked for the noise's source, she found a woman in a blanket tossing herself around in a disturbed sleep. If she wasn't already warned of the area's mysterious cult, Orinya may have considered waking her from the nightmare, but now not so much. Not that she herself felt the other woman was a personal threat, but the knightly woman was thinking about how exposing herself may threaten Vuthniri, and also of the same for Ulsa's interests. As Orinya concentrated on looking at the other woman, she could tell that even with the blanket over her, and even as she moved in her bad dream, the stranger was obviously VERY pregnant. As Ulsa watched the scene through Orinya's eyes, the Queen of Worms made a decision.

'Orinya,' she telepathed 'remove your waist armor's codpiece, and kneel near her. We will slither out of your pussy, several of our worms to enter her body and brain. It may also be helpful to find out if she will become a host, and most humans seem comfortable with us anyway. Even if she isn't connected to that cult, she is a local who could probably help us.'

"Yes, my Queen." Orinya conceded, and started removing the armor pieces. "What if she's... uh, 'uncooperative' with you?"

'Then we will simply gather information, but not influence her in any way. We can slither out of her next time she sleeps, and rejoin our worms back with ourselves later. But if she is willing, then she will be invaluable to us infiltrating that "Mhirdhar Hill" cult. Do it.'

"Yes, my Queen."

Orinya moaned softly as she felt Ulsa's worms slithering through her pussy, and watched delightedly as they exited. While the worms slithered to the stranger's head, Orinya was masturbating, and enjoying it with more soft moaning. Soon enough, the worms were slithering into the other woman's ear and opened mouth. A half-minute later, she abruptly stopped moving. Curious, Orinya leaned forward, her fingers still in her pussy, with her tentacles curled around the digits.

Suddenly, the stranger's eyes flew open with an intensive stare.