Insex

Part 2

A vague headache clung to your brain as your eyes fluttered open. Your gaze surfed your surroundings, moving over stone walls and high arched ceilings and coming to rest on the creature who had brought you to this strange new place. He was perched on a chair, his eyes glued to the pages of the book he held. His face turned to meet your stare. "

Hello" he said softly, his features lighting up with interest. 

You moved your lips to form a response, but found that your mouth was immobile, along with the rest of your body. Only your eyes could move, your breaths coming shallowly through your nose. Taking advantage of your one mobile, faculty, you allowed your eyes to explore the surface beneath you. An elaborately-carved wooden bed held your frozen form, nestled in in a mound of luscious bedclothes. You had so many questions, who was this butterfly man and why were you in his bed? 

"No need to respond or introduce yourself" he said. "The old you will not matter anymore anyway." 

He approached the bed, striding like a ballet dancer to the rhythm of his speech. "My name is Shiapouf, and I am part of the King's royal guard." He bowed grandly. 

The King? Since when did the Dictator of the Republic of East Gorteau employ insects as guards? Reaching the bed, he leaned forward so his face hovered brightly above your frame. 

"I have chosen you as my partner. As the one who will become as powerful as me and serve His Majesty alongside me. Although humans are generally weak, I can tell that your immune system is strong and you are very pleasant to look at. You will make the perfect soldier once the transformation is complete. I am sure I will enjoy you as my mate." 

As he spoke this last sentence, you felt his long, delicate fingers run through your hair. Just as his statement began to sink into your brain, his hand moved in one fluid motion to rip your blue cotton gown down the middle, shearing your undergarments in the process. Your limp body was suddenly exposed to the air, your nipples hardening under the man's cool breathe. His body moved over you until his face rested next to yours. His hips moved against you as his whisper brushed your ear. 

"You are so vulnerable. So fragile. A delicate chrysalis waiting to open for me." 

A hand traced over your chest, flicking the pert buds of your nipples before gently grazing your untouched womanhood. You inhaled sharply as a subtle ache began to grow in the area of your opening. Shiapouf's fingers slid along the wetness of your slit before abruptly pushing inside. He began to pump his digits in and out of your hungry cavern, his clothed groin grinding impatiently against one of your exposed legs. You wanted so badly to move against him, but the scales from his wings still held you paralyzed and at his mercy. A silent moan left your lips as his finger increased their speed. Every nerve in your lower regions burned and tingled, building toward an unfamiliar release. Then the stimulation was gone. 

If your vocal chords had been working, you would have cried out in frustration. Instead, you gazed in anticipation as your impatient lover grunted softly and slid off his pants, revealing lean, muscular legs and a hot, swollen cock. Precum already dripped from the rosy tip, dampening the hem of his flowing, white shirt. Your opening was ready for him. Dripping and ready, begging for his entry. His eyes flaming with a lusty ,orange hue, Shiapouf mounted you, his tip kissing your entrance. You tried to squirm, willing your hips to buck, but you remained incapacitated, waiting for him to take mercy on you. 

The wait was over. With a blissful sigh, the winged man bore forward, sheathing his hot length in your waiting womanhood. A brief searing pain came and subsided. In its place, a warm pleasure coursed through your core. His strong grip held your weak body in place as his hips pumped into you relentlessly, claiming you as his mate. His body shook with the throws of pleasure as he satisfied his animal and human needs. 

The pleasure was so intense that tears began to well in his eyes and his face contorted in intense sensation as he neared his climax. You could tell that the end was close. His thrusts became more urgent and his face twisted into something purely animal. At the same time, a dam broke within you and you felt yourself release around him in a warm flood of fluid. The warmth increased as his seed shot into you, filling your core. The tears continued to flow down his face as the sweet release hit him. 

He withdrew, sighing in satisfaction as he re-clothed himself. A peaceful contentment wrapped around your still form as the graceful creature's long arms scooped you up and carried you to a neighboring room. You were place on the cold floor, but the cold quickly vanished as silky ropes enveloped you in a cocoon, seemingly endless and coming from nowhere in particular. As the warm substance closed around you and your eyes drifted closed, you could hear Shiapouf's tender voice speaking to you. 

"Rest now, human. When we meet again, it will be as equals."