Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

When she came up for air Ryan gasped. 'Mom, that was great-"

"Great for me too!"

"Yes," said Ryan, feeling conflicted. "But-"

"There are no buts," said Marion firmly. She cocked her head and listened to her rider whisper in her ear and nodded.

And then Marion Weatherly stood up and casually removed her bathrobe, showing off her heavy breasts and her dark pubic triangle to her 18 year old son.

This simple act opened a doorway which Marion never thought she could step through. The old Marion would never have exposed her sexuality like this to anyone, and certainly not her own son. Even a week ago doing what she was doing now would have been inconceivable to her. But now her double banded rider gave her the confidence to show her sexy body to her eighteen year old son.

And why shouldn't she? She was a sexually mature woman, and Ryan was a sexually mature man. That's all that mattered. Her body was simply a tool, a highly effective means of luring Ryan into the Hive. She was made for reproduction, and so was he. Rather than feeling shame, she felt the opposite, so sexually liberated, so free to be able to expose her body to her darling son like that. If she had known it was going to feel this good, she would have done it sooner.

Marion beamed as she cupped her heavy breasts. "Do you like my body, Ryan?"

"Mom, you shouldn't be doing this!" Ryan was wide eyed as he watched his mother prop up her heavy breasts. She had enormous areolas, and her heavy breasts gleamed under the bedroom lights.

"Why not?" Marion asked. She ran her hands down her body, her belly, her thighs, her ass, even letting one hand rub playfully inside her pubic bush. She watched her son's eyes following her movements every step of the way. It wasn't just Marion's body which overwhelmed him, it was her enormous confidence, her sexual bravado. As she preened before him, leaning suggestively forward towards him, Ryan was struck by how sensual his mother had become. She hungered for him!

"Do you like my body, Ryan?" She asked again. She boldly rubbed her cuntlips as she smiled flirtatiously at him.

"I don't know," said Ryan. But he did know. He stared at her large, heavy breasts. Her nipples were hard, and her areolas were large and red. He wanted so much to touch them, to suck them. The pheromones were controlling his desires now. He felt his erection stirring in his pants.

"I think you do," Marion declared, in such a sexy tone that Ryan felt a tingling in his chest. She stared at him with such intensity and gave that little sexy half smile he had seen for the very first time on their outing. "Didn't you like staring at my breasts on the golf course?"

"Yes!" He admitted it freely now. Progress! Ryan stared hungrily at her areolas. They were enormous, much larger than Sarah's! It made his mother seem more womanly, more feminine.

"Did you imagine squeezing them like this?" she asked, squeezing her breasts from below.

Ryan's eyes went wide. "Yes," he whispered.

"When you saw the zipper on my tight shorts, did you image you were looking at my cunt lips?"

"How did you know that?"

She gave him a pitying look. "You're a male. You haven't had a thought that hasn't been thought by millions of males since the beginning of time. But now you can see the real thing," She spread her legs shamelessly and rubbed her pubis. Her labial lips were huge, sticking out a full inch from her vagina. "Every time you got hard on the golf course, were you thinking of this?"

"You noticed that?" Ryan's face got even redder.

"Um hm." She saw his erection pitching a tent in his pants as he stared at her cunt. Marion swallowed heavily as her rider pulsated on her back. She had to touch him. She had to feel his hardness!

Marion reached out and stroked him gently through the fabric. Ryan groaned and shuddered. He didn't really feel her touch very much; it was just the idea of his mother rubbing him there that excited him. It was almost like she could make him come with a thought!

"When you rubbed yourself in the shower, did you think of me too?"

"You saw that too?" Ryan's face was practically burning now.

"You'll find there isn't much that escapes my attention, Ryan." She gave him a knowing smile as her fingers caressed his sex gently. "You were so sexy as you touched yourself." Her lips were thick and red and full.

"I was?"

"Um hm." She stared at him confidently. "The look of sexual tension on your face. The way you rubbed your penis hard, thinking of me."

Ryan reddened even further. Then she looked down in an obvious way. "You seem to be... in a bit of distress. Am I... making you hard now, dear?"

Ryan seemed to be at a loss for words. The truth gagged in his throat. Marion leaned forward and kissed him again passionately, fervently. Ryan felt like he was being propelled into outer space.

"Do you find me sexy, Ryan?" she asked again.

"Yes," he said, in a whisper. With that one simple word, an enormous barrier between them came tumbling down. They would have intercourse. It was only a matter of time before Marion completely broke down his defenses.

"Just like your best friend, who thought I was the sexiest Mom?" she teased.

"Yes...." Ryan breathed heavily. "Just like my... my best friend."

Marion gave him a sideways look and a little smile as she pressed against him furiously, kissing him while also whispering hot and heavy in his ear. "You've fantasized about it, haven't you, Ryan? When you were in the shower, rubbing your dick, in your mind you were really with me, in your mind, fucking me hard. Weren't you? Weren't you?"

Ryan blushed furiously.

"TELL ME!" Marion demanded, kissing him repeatedly, as she pressed her heavy breasts against his chest.

"Yes!" Ryan hissed, feeling terribly ashamed.

Marion gave a catlike smile.

"And do you want to be inside of me right now, Ryan?"

Ryan's penis was so hard that it ached. He always thought his mother was sexy, but now, with the pheromones, she was irresistible. He felt the incredible urge to fill her with his organ, to pump her with his seed. "Yes... I... I want you, Mom!" he said, in a thoroughly embarrassed tone.

Her master was pleased. It was time to take next step.

Marion smiled broadly and started to pull off his clothes. Ryan didn't resist and even lifted his arms to let her remove his shirt.

"Ummm, hairy chest," she murmured, running her hands over him. Her cunt tingled as she caressed her son's bare chest for the first time. "What other surprises do you have in store for me, dear?" She smiled at his discomfort, but Ryan obediently lifted his bottom when prompted to let Marion take off his pants. Marion pretended to be shocked when she saw his giant erection sticking out prominently inside his underwear.

"Ryan!" she said, in a mock horrified tone as she gently touched the rod shape straining in the tight white clothy material. "What's this?"

Ryan was at a loss for words. "I... I...."

"Ryan," said Marion innocently, running her fingertips along the outline of his penis, which looked incredibly tight, incredibly constrained. "Is this because of me?" Marion looked so incredibly sexy as she put a hand to her own chest in mock distress, her heavy breasts thrusted out at him.

"I... I don't know... maybe." Ryan's face flushed red and he looked like he wanted to melt under her gaze.

"Maybe!" Marion laughed and pressed her lips against his once more. Her son was sexually attracted to her! Only the Hive could have let both of them admit it.. Marion actually cackled with joy as she pulled down his underwear and his erect organ sprang free, free free!

Ryan instinctively put his hand to cover himself. Marion put her hand over his and stroked it. "Ryan, dear, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Please, dear, show me your body." She kissed him again. Then she whispered in his ear with hot breath. "Please. I want to see it."

She looked at him with large dark eyes. He found he could deny her nothing. Slowly Ryan moved his hand away, revealing his erection.

Ryan's penis was huge, bigger than Paul's, as she always suspected! She marveled how sexy his erection looked framed by dark curly pubic hair nearly the exact same shade as hers. She had produced such a handsome male with her own body!

"Ryan, your penis is so sexy!" she whispered. Marion didn't think Ryan could turn a deeper shade of crimson, but he could.

"Really?" he said. "You... you like it, Mom?"

"Um hm," she gave him a powerful gaze. "Would you mind if I touched it, just a bit?" She saw him wavering. Just one more tiny push. "Please?"

Ryan looked incredibly flustered. "Oh... I don't know... if you like... all right."

Ryan had granted her permission reluctantly. That was all right with her. At this point Marion didn't need eagerness; all she needed was cooperation. Eagerness would come later.

She reached out and put her fingertips on her son's shaft. Even this slight touch made Ryan gasp. Marion felt a tightness in her chest as she ran her fingertips along his shaft. She was touching her son's penis for the very first time! Her eyes met his as her cool touch moved along the length of his hardness. Ryan's eyes widened at this new level of intimacy.

"Ahh... ahhh....."

"You like, Dear?"

"Yes," Ryan said, averting his eyes.

She was barely touching his penis with gentle fingertips. It was the idea of her touching his penis which wildly excited the both of them; the newness, the novelty of it, the opening of a new chapter in their relationship.

For the relationship between Marion and her son now changed irrevocably; they were no longer merely mother and son, but woman and man, bound together by sexual imperatives. At that moment Marion felt so grateful to the Hive, grateful that it had given her the ability to join with her son in a new and exciting way.

"Oh Mom, Oh Mom... it feels so good!" Ryan groaned.

Again, she wasn't even masturbating him! It was just her touch that turned him on! Marion felt so tremendously thrilled.

"I love your erection, Honey," Marion said, in a soft voice. Ryan looked into her eyes and they kissed passionately, lovingly, for a long moment. When she pulled back she smiled at him and Ryan smiled weakly back at her.

He is ready.

As Marion's rider inflated on her back, she cocked her head and nodded. She wordlessly pulled Ryan so they were both standing up and pressed her body against his. Now they were both completely naked and it felt glorious. She felt his erection pressing impatiently against her belly and groin as she grinded her heavy breasts and pubis against his. They kissed again and Ryan no longer hesitated, giving as good as he got.

"Ryan, I simply love the feeling of your manly erection against me," she murmured.

"I... I do too Mom!"

It was time.

Normally, at this point Marion would insert Ryan into her and start the process of reproduction, to make a master for her young 18 year old son. But Marion wanted to enjoy to savor the experience as long as she could. She only had one son and she could only bring him into the Hive once. Her rewired mind wanted to enjoy every minute of it. She ground her thick wad of dark pubic hair against the swelling purple head of his penis and felt a thrilling chill as Ryan groaned in discomfort and pleasure.

She put a finger over his lips. "Not so loudly, my sweet. We wouldn't want your sisters Rachel or Susan to hear, would we?"

Ryan shook his head weakly as Marion smiled and rubbed her heavy breasts against his manly chest. "Mom, you're so sexy. But... is it really right to be doing this?" he asked.

Marion took Ryan's painfully stiff penis in her hand and raised it. "Look at this, Ryan. Does this care whether I'm your mother, or the girl next door, or another of a billion women?"

"N-no," said Ryan.

With her fingers of one hand Marion started to rub the head of his organ, while with the other she ran up and down the base of the shaft, gently squeezing his testicles. Ryan gasped, and Marion smiled at him, and she saw him visibly shudder. Soon his organ would be coursing inside of her, penetrating her so wonderfully just as Paul's did, filling her with the sticky seed from his heavy balls which would formally baptize her cunt with her new and exciting lover. The thought drove her wild with desire. "That's quite right, Ryan. Your penis doesn't think. It just feels. And right now, it feels like it wants to go inside a vagina, any vagina. Is that correct, Ryan?" As she said "feels", she gently squeezed on his testicles. The warmth of her hand caused his penis to get even more erect.

"Y-yes," said Ryan.

She gave her son a sexy smile, highlighted by the dark makeup around her eyes and her bright red lipstick. "But is there a particular vagina it would like more than others?" She squeezed his balls gently again. "Sarah's, perhaps?"

Ryan gulped. "No. I want to put it inside of your vagina, Mom!" He never could have believed he could have said such a thing. Not to his own mother. But Ryan couldn't resist. His mother was so sexy in a way he never could have possibly imagined. Her musky scent was driving him wild. He felt a pounding in his head and a tightness in his balls. At this moment, he wanted her more than any other woman in the world.

Marion gave a cackle of delight as a chill went down her spine. She spread her legs delightfully, giving Ryan an incredible view of her dark pubic triangle and her labial lips. Her enhanced labia stuck out, making her vaginal opening appear larger, more womanly and more impressive. And then Ryan noticed the glowing green upside down U symbol just above her slit, some kind of tattoo that made his mother look even more sexually experienced, which gave him a secret thrill. He was about to ask her about it when Marion grabbed his penis and started to rub the head of it against her clitoris, just below her glowing Slave Mark tattoo.

"Ooooh Mom!" Ryan cried.

"Do you want to be inside me, Ryan?" Marion asked again, as she stimulated the head of his penis relentlessly.

"Yes!" Ryan gasped.

"Do you want me to make love to you now?"

"Yes!" he cried. Ryan stared at her dark triangle of her pubic hair, and her thick fleshy nether lips. She looked so womanly, so sexy. At that moment he felt like his mother was the sexiest woman in the world. He wanted to be inside of her, making love to her, more than anything.

"But doesn't it bother you that I'm your Mom?" Marion asked him in a mocking tone, as she continued to rub against him. She enjoyed stretching this out; she was enjoying every extra second of it. She would make the first taking of her only son last forever, if she could.

"Just do it, Mom! Please!" Ryan cried. His balls were in critical pain; and his penis felt like it was going to explode.

Marion grinned wolfishly. Ryan was ready to join the Hive.

She pushed him playfully onto the bed. He landed with a thud on his back. He looked all wide eyed as Marion mounted him, stretching her legs outside of his, giving him amazing view of her glowing Slave Mark and her fleshy, red pussy lips. She felt so incredibly wonderful being able to expose her sexuality like this, to bare her crotch and spread her legs, showing him her wide, open cuntlips shamelessly, exposing her sexuality so vibrantly, so proudly in a way she had never done before, even with Paul. As she mounted him she took a deep breath and prepared herself for what was to come. What had to come.

This was it!

Marion raised herself up and lifted and aimed her son's penis at the glistening lower entrance. Her young man was about to get his very own master, and she was about to feel her son inside of her for the first time while experiencing a mind shattering orgasm as her rider took life energy from her body to reproduce. Everyone would come out ahead.

But just as Marion was about to lower herself onto her son to begin the ritual of reproduction, the door to Ryan's bedroom came crashing open. Marion whirled to face it.

"What in the world is going on here?"

It was Paul.

"Dad!" Ryan cried, suddenly scrambling away from his mother, as if a few inches separating them might undo the image of what they had been doing.

"Marion, what in the world are you doing?" Paul's eyes were ablaze with fury and a world of hurt.

Marion felt her double banded rider hot and heavy on her back and in her mind. She should have been panicked into hysterics, burning with shame, but somehow she wasn't. Her rider pulsed strongly on her back once, dampening her panic. It pulsed a second time, and Marion felt the panic pushed down some more. It pulsed a third, and suddenly Marion felt supremely calm.

Something in her head clicked, and she stood up mechanically, like an automaton. She smiled down at Ryan and simply said, "We'll finish this later, dear," in an extremely sexy, confident way as she stood there naked before him with her heavy breasts. She then turned to her husband. "Hello, Paul," she said, in an unnaturally calm voice as she walked towards him. From that angle Paul couldn't see her rider. But Ryan, unfortunately, could. His eyes went wide as he saw the heavy double banded rider on her back.

Marion, still nude, calmly walked up to Paul and put her hands on his shoulders. "Paul, dear, let me explain."

He pulled away from her. "Explain? You were fucking our son! What is there to explain?"

Marion saw the hurt and outrage in her husband's eyes. She knew she had no choice now, no choice at all.

Paul would have to be brought into the Hive.

Chloe hadn't explicitly ordered it, but Marion knew it had to be done. She herself had been fantasizing about it for weeks now, ever since her rider first matured. She instinctively knew that the Hive would want Paul brought in sooner or later. After this unexpected interruption it would have to be sooner. Paul mustn't be allowed to interfere.

"Come with me, Darling. Come with me and I'll explain everything."

Paul reluctantly let his naked wife lead him by the hand to the master bedroom. She seemed entirely too calm, given what he had just caught her doing. She was walking naked through the hallway without a stitch of clothing! There was something entirely unnatural about her attitude. As he let himself be led, Marion smiled at him to let him know how pleased she was by his compliance, all the while careful to walk abreast of him so he couldn't see the rider on her back.

When they got to the bedroom, Marion closed the door behind them and Paul heard the clicking sound of the lock engaging. His eyebrows shot up. "Now, what is this all about?"

The smell of Marion's musky body odor started to fill the room.

Marion walked sinuously over to him, one leg in front of the other, rotating her hips, secretly reveling in the feeling of her pubic hair rubbing against her thighs. She smiled charmingly at Paul and sat on the bed and patted the space next to him. "Sit down, dear, and I'll explain everything."

Paul gave her a hard eyed look.

"Sit!" Marion commanded.

Paul, biting his lip, reluctantly sat, two feet away from her. She scooted over so they were thigh to thigh. As she spoke to him, she started rubbing his arms. The smell of Marion's musky scent filled the air.

"What you saw must have been very disturbing, from your point of view," said Marion, as she squeezed his biceps. Even in his early 40's, Paul still had a well muscled body. He would serve the Hive well.

"From my point of view? From any point of view!" Paul cried. "Marion, how could you do that with your own son?"

"It's hard to explain," said Marion, wetting her lips. She continued to fondle his arms. "Paul, dear, recently I've discovered something very important about myself."

Paul frowned as he started to breathe his wife's thick, musky scent in. He felt it starting to excite him, but only vaguely understood what was happening on an unconscious level.

"What have you discovered, Marion? That you like to fuck your own son?"

"Yes," said Marion, not in the least bit embarrassed. "That, and I am a sensual woman. A sensual woman with needs."

"Don't I satisfy those?" Paul said, with a pained look on his face. His breathing started to grow more rapid, his body began to perspire, and he felt his penis slowly starting to wake up.

Marion shook her head. "My needs have grown so much that you can no longer satisfy them, Paul. No single man can. I've learned to embrace my sexuality, Paul. And that means I have greater appetites."

Paul stared into her green eyes, so beautifully framed by the dark eye shadow and the long eyelashes she was wearing. His penis was fully erect now. "Have you... have you slept with other men?"

Marion nodded. And then she did something unexpected. She kissed him.

Paul groaned as his entire body tingled, especially in his penis. He felt a painful tightness in his balls, an urgent need for release. Her feminine musky scent only inflamed him as he breathed it in deeply. He should be angry with Marion but- "How many men?"

"Many," Marion whispered, kissing him again. She felt the lines of his penis through his pants, felt his tight stiffness, and she smiled.

"And did you like it?" Paul asked, as his penis throbbed with need. His entire body was tingling, and his chest was tight; he had inhaled too much of his wife's sexy scent now to turn back. Despite the intensity of her betrayal, despite what he had seen her doing just moments ago with their only son, he needed to be inside his wife now, and needed it badly.

"Oh Paul." Marion kissed him again, tenderly, joyfully. "I loved it."

Paul winced. What Marion was saying was so hurtful... and yet he was so aroused.

"You like it, don't you?" said Marion. "Hearing about me and other men. You want to hear it all, don't you?"

"No," said Paul.

Marion looked into his eyes and saw the naked sexual desire, the intense need she had created which needed filling. "Yes, I think you do," she grinned, kissing him again. She pulled experimentally at his shirt. After a moment's hesitation, Paul lifted up his arms to help. In moments he was as naked as she was, sporting an enormous erection. Ash she pulled down his underwear, his enormous erection sprang free.

"You're hard," she murmured, giving a clever half smile as she fingered his shaft. "Seeing me naked with our son, listening to me talk about having sex with other men makes you hard."

"No!" said Paul. He didn't know why he felt so sexually aroused, he knew nothing of alien pheromones, he just knew that he needed his wife so badly.

"Yes it does," said Marion, with a self confidence she didn't know she had. She started to stroke his erection slowly, lingering at the tip. "Paul, I have something to tell you. I met the most amazing man named Eduardo," she said, watching his penis bob and vibrate ever so slightly.

"You did? Who... who is Eduardo?"

"He was my first," said Marion, her eyes shining.

"Your first?" said Paul, his eyes narrowing. "Your first what?"

"My first after you," Marion explained. She saw his penis get redder and vibrate. She knew he wouldn't last long. She stroked him ever so lightly with her fingertips. "He taught me how to fuck, Paul. How to fuck other men and not feel guilty about it. He freed my sexuality, Paul."

His wife's words inflamed him. But he had a more urgent need. "The tip, Marion, rub me harder at the tip!" said Paul urgently.

Marion stroked the tip of his penis but only softly. She couldn't let him come, not yet. "I know how you like it at the tip, Paul. Does it feel good for you?"

"Yes, yes it does," said Paul. He needed to come so badly!

Paul groaned as Marion masturbated him. She had done so many times before, when she was having her period and wanted to satisfy him, but she never felt as good as this. The touch of her hand on his shaft was electric.

"You liked having sex with... with this man?" Paul asked.

"He was incredible," Marion whispered, hot and heavy in his ear, as she kissed him furiously. "Bigger than you. Better than you."

Marion's words should have enraged Paul, and part of him was enraged, but a larger part, a far larger part, was terribly, terribly aroused.

"Kiss me, dear." She pressed her lips against him. "Kiss your adulterous wife to show her you forgive her." She kissed him again. "Kiss her to show her how much this excites you."

Paul pressed his lips against Marion's with tremendous hungering. He took and took and she gave and gave, and then she grinded against him, taking as well. His reaction to her transgressions, whatever they were, would have to wait until his immediate needs were satisfied. Paul's hands played over her body, touching her sexually for the first time since he had caught her with Ryan,.

Marion felt a wave of pleasure as she felt her husband hungering for her. Despite everything she had done, despite everything she had admitted to, Paul still wanted her. He would make an excellent slave for the Hive.

Marion pressed her body closely against her husband's. Paul groaned as Marion rubbed the head of his penis in a circle against her sweaty pussy lips. She played with rubbing his engorged head against her pubic folds as she kissed him dearly.

"Something's happened to me, Paul," said Marion, as she continued her movements.

"What... what happened?" Paul asked between kisses.

"I got taken, Paul." Marion smiled at the thought.

"Taken?" His eyes narrowed.

"By this," said Marion momentarily turning around so he could see her back.

Paul gasped as he saw the heavy pancake on her back. It was thick. It had two golden bands around it. It pulsated. It was alive! "Marion, what is that?"

"It's called a rider, Paul," said Marion. "Chloe gave it to me." She started hugging him again, rubbing her body insistently against his.

"But... Chloe gave it to you?" Paul's mind, heavily clouded with pheromones and sexual need, was having a difficult time processing this.

"She seduced me, Paul. Just as I'm seducing you now," said Marion, looking into his eyes as she rubbed her heavy breasts against him. For some reason Paul found it much more arousing than he normally did. He needed sex, and he needed it badly.

Paul tried to think clearly. "What... what is it doing to you?"

"It... it controls me," said Marion. "It makes me serve the Hive."

"The Hive?"

"An alien intelligence." She smiled at him with a gleam in her eyes. "You will understand very soon, when you get your own rider," Marion promised. She pushed him back onto the bed, and mounted him in one, smooth easy move. Marion moved her nether lips closer to his penis, and lifted his stiff organ and rubbed it slowly against her labia, being careful not to insert it. Not yet.

"Marion, what are you going to do?" said Paul.

Marion looked down at the man she loved so much. He at least deserved to know the truth. "I am going to make love to you, Paul. I am going to make love to you, giving my rider the energy to split into two, and then the new rider will climb on your back and take control of your mind." Even the mere thought of it excited her wildly.

"No, Marion, don't!" Paul cried. He put his hands on her waist, but only made a very half-hearted effort to push her away. Right now what he needed more than anything was sexual release. Paul felt his penis practically bursting with need. His testicles were positively painful. All other considerations were secondary.

"I'm... I'm sorry Paul. But it has to be done," Marion said, a bit regretfully, as traces of her former self emerged. Before he could object again, Marion aimed his penis and leaned down and made the natural connection, the same one men and women have been making for thousands of years.

Paul cried out from the sensation as Marion's wet, tight warmth engulfed his aching organ. Marion realized with excitement that Paul would be the first man to have her since her vagina had been adjusted by the Hive. It was somehow fitting that the first penis inside her new vagina would be her husband's.

Marion immediately started to ride up and down on his shaft. For Paul it felt incredible. Marion's vagina felt tighter, much tighter than it had ever felt before. And there was something else, some kind of electrochemical stimulation that stimulated not only the head of his penis but his shaft. It was like her vaginal canal was supercharged. He gasped wide eyed as she rode him.

"I've never felt anything like this," he said.

"I've had a few optional add-ons," she grinned, looking incredibly pleased with herself. "Oh Paul, I can feel my rider getting hotter on my back!"

Paul suddenly remembered that while they were having mind blowing sex, another biological process was also occurring on her back. "Marion, please don't do this!" Paul said, even as he loved the feeling of being inside her.

"I can't stop myself!" Marion cried. She really couldn't, not even if she wanted to. Her mind had already been remapped by the Hive. Her sex drive had increased five fold. Marion felt her strong double banded rider's tendrils in her mind, filling her with one overriding imperative: the urge to reproduce. She felt herself moving more rapidly, violently, up and down on Paul's penis as her heart pounded and her body perspired all over as she prepared her body for reproduction. Her rider would need her energy in order to grow and procreate.

Paul continued to plead with her. "Just give me an orgasm. I don't need the other thing."

"I'm... I'm so sorry, Paul," said Marion, suddenly feeling conflicted. "But... it's time for you to join the Hive," said Marion. However regretful her tone, she felt a thrill in her vagina as she uttered the words. She had been dreaming of nothing else for days. Her rider had been shaping her, preparing her for this very moment, feeding her a series of very erotic dreams of Marion growing a baby rider for Paul, of watching Paul being taken by her new rider, of Paul being used as a tool of fertilization. The images of Paul having sex with young, attractive women shouldn't have excited Marion, but somehow they did, terribly so. She wanted Paul made into a tool of the Hive; she wanted it so badly now.

The bed started to creak as Marion moved up and down on his shaft. "I can feel it now, Paul. I can feel my rider getting warm on my back. It's getting ready to grow, to reproduce."

"No."

"Yes!"

Creak. Creak. Creak.

Marion pinned Paul's hands above his head with her dainty hands. Normally, Paul could escape easily, but his will to resist had been sapped. Right now he had one urgent need, his aching organ. Only after that was satisfied could he think about anything else.

Marion groaned as she felt her exertions feeding her rider, causing it to bubble and expand on her back. "Aaaahhhh. Paul... I can already feel it starting to grow. It's bubbling up on my back, Paul. I'm making a rider, just for you!" She gave him such a sensual stare as she moved up and down. "You're going to look so sexy with a rider on your back!"

"No I won't!" Paul cried, still lost in intense need.

"Yes you will!" said Marion resolutely. "You're going to become a tool of the Hive. You're going to have sex with so many women and you'll love every minute of it!"

"Sex... with a lot of women?"

Marion smiled. "Young ones. Sexy ones!" When she saw the surprised look on his face she smiled.

Creak. Creak. Creak.

Creak. Creak. Creak.

Marion worked methodically to help her master grow as she lovingly impaled herself on her husband's penis again and again. She could feel it expanding on her back, growing in size. Soon it would be ready to split. Her rider flooded her with sexual pleasure as it encouraged her to continue.

"Oh, Paul, it feels so good. It all feels so good," said Marion, her makeup encrusted eyes looking so helpless even as she was nominally in charge. "It's using my flesh to reproduce, Paul. My life energy is going into the new master who is going to take over your mind and body. Think about it, Paul: you're going to have the flesh of my flesh on your back. We'll be closer in a way we've never been before." She looked so joyful, so content, so living in the moment as she rode on his shaft.​