Incest/Taboo Bred by the Hive

"Please don't do this," Paul pleaded again, even as he felt the intense need to come.

"You might as well ask yourself not to do this, Paul," said Marion, gasping slightly as her rider continued to expand. It was almost time.

"Me?" said Paul.

"Whose penis is hard inside of me?" Marion cocked her head and gave him a mocking smile. "The head of your penis is stimulating me, Paul! It's stimulating my rider to reproduce! You're cooperating just as much as I am!"

Paul looked down at their connection. He saw his penis wedged between Marion's big, juicy red cunt lips. It was surrounded by dark curly hair which made her look so womanly, so sexually mature. And yet what she was doing... what he was being made to do....

"No!" Paul cried.

"Yes!" said Marion, riding up and down with satisfaction. "You know what's being made on my back, don't you?"

"Yes," he whispered, with a haunted look on his face.

"I know you do!" said Marion triumphantly, as she bounced up and down on his hard cock. "You know what's going to happen to you! And yet, you're the hardest I've felt in a long time, perhaps the hardest ever! You want it too!"

Paul's facial features contorted as he realized that he was actually participating in his enslavement. He tried to stop, but he couldn't. He had breathed in too much of the alien pheromones. He needed to come too badly!

"That's right, dear, keep thrusting! Keep helping me make a master for your body and your mind!" said Marion, who was enjoying every moment of the process. "Just a few more moments, that's all I need!"

"No!" Paul cried. Paul was horrified by her words. But he kept thrusting nonetheless, matching her downward motions with upwards ones, to give his penis the maximum sensation. Marian's amazing new tightness, the amazing electrochemical stimulation of her inner walls excited his organ beyond end. His penis felt like it was about to burst. He couldn't stop now, not for anything!

"In and out, in and out, you're so cooperative, so obedient, you're going to be the perfect slave, even better than I was, I just know it!" Marion gave him her new, mocking smile. "I can't wait to see the fruits of our labor on your back! I can't wait to see your sexuality fully released! I can't wait to see your penis and balls serving the Hive!"

She rode up on him now with enormous satisfaction on her face. Her dark eyes were shining with an alien light. She could feel her rider sizzling on her back as she rode her husband up and down, up and down.

Creak. Creak. Creak.

Creak. Creak. Creak.

Marion decided at that moment that there was nothing better in life than riding up and down on a man's penis, and helping her master reproduce. Marion felt the happiest she had ever been as she rode on Paul's shaft, feeling an intense sense of purpose and belonging. This was what she was always meant to do. This is what she was always meant to be.

Suddenly Marion heard/felt a crackling sound on her back and she felt a stream of liquid running down her back the bottom of her rider, flowing into her ass crack, coating her asshole with a warm, sticky substance. She felt the warmth of this anal invasion and smiled. Reproduction was in its final stages. As the sticky substance entered her body she felt a burst of adrenaline, spurring her to go even faster. It was almost time.

Marion looked down at her husband who was matching his thrusts with her own, to give them both the maximum stimulation and penetration. She smiled wolfishly as she realized that Paul couldn't stop. "I love you so much," she whispered, as she felt her master bubbling on her back while her cunt was filled with penis. "We are going to create Hive Life, to commit the ultimate act of love, and I love you so much for it!"

"No, Marion, we can't!" Paul cried, even as he kept moving in time to her thrusts. "Please, try to think about what you're doing!"

"I am," said Marion as she bounced up and down. She shivered as her rider prepared to split. "It's the only way to protect the kids!"

"To protect the kids? You were about to give one of these things to Ryan!" said Paul.

"To protect Rachel and Susan," said Marion desperately. "They must be protected!" She bit back a moan, as she felt her rider beginning to split.

"Marion, if you're controlled by this thing, and I'm about to be controlled by it, how will the kids be protected?"

Marion gave an almost silent gasp, her mouth agape, as she felt her rider starting to split on her back, a hard line appearing down the middle of the bubbling mass. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles, and her clitoris was all aflame. Her Slave Mark was flashing wildly, more intensely and strongly than ever before.

Reproduction was imminent!

Paul persisted, his tone as urgent as his need for climax. "How will the kids be protected if we're both under mind control! With riders controlling both of us, they'll be next!"

But Marion no longer heard his words. At that moment the one rider on her back became two. Her mind was suddenly wrapped up in the tremendous orgasm rolling through her body as her rider rewarded her for another successful reproduction. Her body shook and shuddered and her eyes rolled up into her head and her lower lip trembled as she rode another orgasmic high, even as she was still delightfully impaled on her husband's erect penis. Her breasts bounced violently and she gasped and cried out as she slowly came down from her high.

Paul watched as her face slowly came alive again as awareness returned to her. And then Marion gave Paul a hard look, one filled with intense pride, as a new baby rider started to crawl down her arm.

"It is done," Marion said softly. "I have created a new master to take control of your mind, Paul."

"No!" Paul cried. But he still felt weak. The pheromones had heightened his arousal, and yet he still hadn't come. Something inside of Marion had stimulated him and simultaneously prevented him from climaxing.

Marion, as if reading his mind, once again grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. She started moving rapidly once more "Come for me, darling. Come for me now."

Marion poled up and down on him faster and faster even as the newborn rider started to move down her arm. Marion smiled down at him as her large breasts flopped in every conceivable direction. "I can't wait to see my baby rider nuzzling between your shoulder blades, controlling you, making you mine." Her eyes sparkled with delight. "It will bring us even closer together, Paul, closer even than when I have you inside me. You'll look so sexy when you have a rider on you. My rider on you. Come for me, darling, come for me now."

Even as Paul watched the rider slowly crawl down her arm towards him he felt overwhelmed. It was all too much for him, her heavy erect nippled breasts hanging over him, her sexy voice, her domineering gaze, her obsessive smile. And then something changed in the material coating the inner walls of Marion's vagina and Paul gasped as whatever held him back was released. Paul cried out in extreme pleasure and relief as his overstimulated penis exploded, sending enormous ropes of sperm shooting inside his wife. As he did, the rider on her arm jumped onto his back. Paul blinked rapidly as the two sensations mixed together.

He stiffened and cried out. "My head! I feel things in my head!" Paul cried.

"Don't fight it!" Marion urged him. A secondary orgasm washed over her as she watched her husband being brought into the Hive. At that moment Paul looked so incredibly sexy as the Hive took control of his mind. As his jaw dropped open his eyes looked distant, and he gave several tiny gasps, Marion felt repeated throbs of pleasure in her clitoris as her husband was brought under alien control. The hard part was now over. Marion smiled knowingly and moved up and down on Paul's penis at a more leisurely pace now, milking the last echoes of their combined orgasms. It was one of the best she had ever had. The feeling of taking Paul had been priceless.

And then he was silent. She knew it was done.

"What are you?" she asked, continuing to move up and down on his penis.

"HiveFlesh," said Paul, in a dull monotone.

"And what is your purpose?"

"To fertilize eggs, and expand the Hive."

Marion reached down and kissed him.

Chloe had to be informed. Marion had put on a bathrobe but Paul sat naked on the bed, staring dully into space as she activated the holocomm.

Marion hadn't been certain how Chloe would take the news. The Hive didn't like to hear reports of failure. She had been ordered to bring Ryan into the Hive, but had brought Paul in instead.

Chloe, however, couldn't have been more delighted when she heard what happened. "And so you decided... on your own initiative... to bring Paul into the Hive?"

"I had no choice, Chloe," said Marion. "Please, forgive me." She hoped she wouldn't be punished again. Her memory of that long, agonizing clitoral edging session with Chloe was still seared into her memory.

"My dear sister," Chloe purred. "There's absolutely nothing for you to apologize about! Quite the opposite! The Hive is very impressed with you for taking such initiative! You will still bring Ryan into the Hive, of course."

"Yes, first thing tomorrow," Marion promised.

"Good," said Chloe. "Then bring him to me."

"Ryan?"

"Paul," said Chloe.

"When?" said Marion.

Chloe's grin grew broader. "Now."

Marion felt a small wave of panic that her rider suppressed. "All, all right." Her hand moved to terminate the connection.

"One more thing," said Chloe. "It's important that Ryan not get any mixed messages from his parents. He's still at a very sensitive juncture, not having taken a rider yet."

"He was on the verge of taking one. I'm sure he will again," said Marion.

"Yes, I'm sure he will," said Chloe. "And to make certain of that, you will have Paul encourage him."

"What?" said Marion.

"Instruct Paul to encourage the connection."

"But...." Marion looked over at Paul, who had a glazed expression on his face. "He just got his rider a few minutes ago. It doesn't have the kind of influence over him that mine does." She felt the heaviness of her double banded rider on her back.

"Train him," said Chloe simply.

"How?"

"You will know," said Chloe. And then the connection faded.

Marion turned to Paul. It was unclear how much he had heard. She opened her bathrobe and shrugged it off, and sat by him in bed. "Paul, dear. We have to go to Chloe's now. But first I need you to do a little thing. I need you to tell Ryan that it's all right... that what he and I was doing was all right."

Paul turned and faced her. "No," he whispered. "It's not right."

Marion heard her rider whisper something inaudibly in her mind. She reached out and started to stroke Paul's organ, which had grown soft after their lovemaking. It quickly grew hard again. It was no surprise. Even an immature rider could stimulate sexual desire.

"I am going to make love to Ryan, Paul, and you are going to not only approve of it but encourage it," she said, her hand starting to move rapidly. "Imagine Ryan's hardness inside me."

Paul groaned as his penis tingled painfully. It was as if he hadn't just had sex ten minutes ago. He felt the sudden urge to climax again.

"Imagine him making love to me." Her voice was insistent.

"No! Let's have sex, Marion!" he gasped.

"No, Paul." Marion shook her head. "The Hive is in control of your sexuality now, and you will not have release until you do what it wants." She looked at him sternly with her beautiful dark eyes. With her free hand she tossed back her thick black hair even as her other hand worked him hard. She felt her heavy rider pulsating hard on her back and in her mind.

"What... what do you want?" Paul gasped.

"You know what I want, Paul," said Marion. She spoke in an unaccustomly firm voice. "You will encourage Ryan to have sex with me."

"No!" Paul gasped.

"I will have sex with Ryan, I will create a rider for him, and you will approve of it and help make it happen," said Marion, in the same steely tone. She wanted to fuck her son so much now. She could no longer even remember a time when she didn't.

"How... how can you do that? You're his mother!" Paul cried.

Marion spoke with certainty in her voice as she felt the warmth of her rider on her back. "I am his mother but I am also part of the Hive. I am a fully functioning female and my purpose is to bring males into the Hive, and Ryan will make an excellent addition.... And so will you, Paul." She abruptly pulled her hand away.

Paul tried to replace it with his own hand, to bring himself off, but his own touch caused him to recoil in pain.

"Ow!" he cried. A stab of agony lanced through his penis.

"Only I can bring you relief, Paul," said Marion. "Only through the Hive can you get the release you need."

Paul watched as Marion's rider pulsated on her back. Her face went blank and she got to her feet, pulling Paul up as well. Then Marion spread her legs and lined up her Hive Stamp so it faced Paul's erection.

"What... what are you doing?"

"I'm... I'm not sure," said Marion. But somehow, deep inside her, she knew.

Marion's green Hive Stamp was nestled at the base of her pubic hair just above her vaginal slit. It started to glow brightly. Suddenly, bolts of white light came out of the glowing green stamp, striking the head of Paul's erection.

"Oh!" His entire body stiffened immediately.

Marion heard herself speaking to him. "Momomomomomom."

Paul recoiled as if he had been slapped in the face.

"Momomomomomom," she repeated.

Paul's face went blank. "Momomomomomom."

"Momomomomomom," said Marion.

"Momomomomomom," Paul repeated.

"Momomomomomom," said Marion.

"Mamoomishom! Mamoomishom!" Paul repeated.

"Momomomomomomomom," said Marion.

"You will make love to Ryan." Paul's voice was a monotone now.

"Momomomomomomomom," said Marion.

"You will make love to him and make a rider for him." His face was blank even as his his penis was still erect. It was a very odd combination.

"Momomomomomomomom," said Marion.

"You will have sex with our son and I will encourage it," said Paul, in the same blank tone.

"Momomomomomomomom," said Marion.

"I will encourage our son to have sex with you so you can make a rider for him." Paul's face was a blank slate.

"Momomomomomomomom," said Marion.

"I will encourage it, because I want it to happen. I want you to make love to him and give him a rider."

The bolts of energy from Marion's Hive Stamp abruptly ceased. Paul blinked, as he slowly recovered awareness. "W-what? What just happened?"

Marion reached down for her panties. "You'd better get dressed dear. Chloe wants to see us."

It had been nearly an hour since Marion had come into Ryan's room and tried to have sex with him. It all seemed like a dream to Ryan. With each passing moment he convinced himself more and more that it hadn't really happened. There was no way that Mom would-

And then there was a knock on his bedroom door which caused a surge of fear to go down Ryan's spine. "Come-come in," he said

And then Marion came in, followed by Paul. Both were wearing bathrobes now.

"Dear, I'm so sorry we were interrupted before," said Marion sweetly. "But your father has something to tell you."

Ryan spoke first, worriedly quickly. "Dad, listen, I'm so sorry! It will never happen again!"

"Wait." Marion held up a restraining hand. "Paul?" She glanced at Paul, whose head was bowed. "Was there something you wanted to tell Ryan?"

"Yes," said Paul slowly. He looked pained, and spoke in a labored tone. "It's... it's all right."

"All right?" said Ryan. "What's all right, Dad?"

"What you and your mother were doing," said Paul. He bit his lip. "I... I understand."

Ryan's jaw dropped open.

"You see, Ryan? Your father approves," said Marion sweetly.

"Dad?" said Ryan. All of a sudden he no longer recognized his father. It was like he was a shell of his former self.

"You two do... do what you have to do," he said, in the same labored tone. And then he turned away.

Ryan's jaw dropped open even wider.

"Sweetikens," said Marion. "Your father has really tired me out. I'm too tired to finish what we started tonight." Her rider had taken too much out of her to reproduce twice in the space of an hour. "Let's pick up where we left off tomorrow, after school. And let's keep this between us, all right? Don't brag to your little friends, or your sisters. I'll see to you after school tomorrow. Will that be all right, dear?"

Ryan nodded, absolutely speechless.​