Minerva's Frustration Chapter One

        It was a warm afternoon on Cadia. Lieutenant Ren Minerva saluted the postmaster and opened the sealed envelope containing her latest orders from command. She read through it carefully and sighed. She and her platoon were going to be shipped off to some battlefield on a mud-covered frontier planet to battle a dangerous Waaaagh!, which had been cutting a deadly swath through that system. The Imperial Guard and Navy forces already dispatched had proven insufficient to the task of stopping it. Unfortunately for them, the lieutenant had no intention of dying on a Throne-forsaken world that had nothing to offer the Imperium. She beat a hasty retreat towards one of her most commonly visited places, the office of Colonel Bolton. The colonel was a clean-shaven man known for his deep connections within the upper staff of the Imperial Guard that gave him a great deal of influence on the postings of his subordinates. Naturally, everyone wanted to be his best friend.

 

        Lieutenant Minerva took things quite a bit further than that. She was an attractive young woman and she knew it. She was also smart and cunning thanks to her childhood spent on the harsh streets. Her feminine wiles had carried her through most of her early adulthood, allowing her a comfortable existence thanks to her many lovers who gave her all they could and in more ways than one. When she was drafted into the Cadian Guard, she immediately sought out the most powerful men she could and set about seducing them with her well-refined tactics. She would tease them with winks and a feigned sweet naivety that allowed her to brush her comely rump against their crotch “accidentally”. She would taunt them by dropping things and bending over to pick them up a little more often and blatantly than a lady ought to, then wiggling her hips in a cute and absolutely tantalizing manner. She would torture them by outright unbuttoning her jacket to reveal her cleavage and then subtly spreading her legs to give them a clear view of what lay under her short, tight (and still barely within regulation length!) skirt while in private with them. When they were desperate for her and wrapped around her little finger, she would offer herself to them in exchange for favors. They always accepted.

 

        Of course they accepted. Minerva was a rare sight on the wartorn world of Cadia. A natural beauty with fiery red hair that she kept in a neat bun under her beret, thick hips, a firm and full ass, milky and smooth thighs, a slim waist, beautiful green eyes, and a small beauty mark just below and to the right of her lips, Minerva could steal the attention of an entire room of men and women whenever she felt like it with a flirty giggle. Minerva had a few personal reservations with her own appearance, mainly her small bust, firm though it was, as well as her crooked toes that made her nervous about taking off her boots or socks even when in private. No man or woman was crazy enough to let a prize like her slip away just because of a few shortcomings, though.

For Minerva, these new orders were no great issue. She would do her platoon a favor by getting down with a superior officer in exchange for him pulling some strings and getting them all out of the cursed assignment. Colonel Bolton was an old “friend” of hers by now, and while his sexual prowess and endowment left a lot to be desired, Minerva didn’t mind as long as it got things done. She had learned to fake it a long time ago, even if it felt like a tiny piece of herself died every time she spread her legs for an inadequate lover. Still, she had no need for pride. She just wanted to live comfortably. She could worry more about good sex when she got to a higher rank and station that would guarantee her safety and the safety of her men. The lieutenant arrived at the office door and knocked softly. “Come in!” said a grizzled voice. Minerva put on her best smile, unbuttoned the top few buttons on her jacket and blouse, smoothed out her skirt, and entered the office.

 

        Five minutes later, she was bobbing her head up and down over the colonel’s crotch with slow, deliberate movements that made him grunt and groan. Her wet, deft tongue slid along the underside of his shaft, adding another dimension to his pleasure. Fifty-two seconds after she had begun to fellate him, he gave an extended grunt and shamelessly released himself into her mouth. Minerva was honestly surprised. This was the shortest amount of time he had gone since their carnal relationship had begun. The couple of weak spurts of hot semen was just as underwhelming, his manjuice more of slowly pouring out, rather than bursting free. She almost let out a disappointed groan, but remembered why she was doing this, and instead, she hummed gently as if she loved it and swallowed all of his ejaculate, mentally noting that it was thin and watery. Minerva popped off of him with an exaggerated sigh, as if that pathetic display had satisfied her as well. Her ploy worked, and the old colonel gave her a satisfied grin as if he was proudly declaring that ‘he’s still got it!’. Minerva smiled back.

 

        Inwardly, she was cursing the old bastard. She hadn’t even gotten her uniform off before he finished. He didn’t even warn her that he was going to cum. And here he was, thinking he was some kind of blessing from the God-Emperor to all women everywhere. She could only wonder how many other women had outright lied to him about his sexual performance for the same or similar reasons as she herself had. Sure, Colonel Bolton wasn’t terrible looking for an old man thanks to all of the juvenat treatments, but just one go in the sack would turn any woman off of him permanently. Minerva wasn’t expecting much from him, but getting to at least put it in and have real sex for a few minutes was not asking too much. She didn’t even mind that he was small. The fact of the matter was, Lieutenant Minerva realized, that she was tired of bad sex. She was absolutely frustrated by all of the terrible sex she had been having with all of her superior officers. She tried, she really did, to teach them new tricks and moves to liven it all up, she offered them her ass, she blew them, she even sewed special costumes together to fulfill their hidden fetishes, and these men failed her every time!

 

        Minerva politely fondled the colonel’s package for a while longer in the hopes that he would muster the manhood to go a second round, but all she succeeded in doing was make the old man smile a bit more and grab his pipe to light it up for a good post-coital smoke. She gave up, buttoned up her blouse, retrieved her jacket, and after confirming with him that she would return in two days for the next session while he would pull some strings to get her out of her duty, she left. She was on leave today, so she had no responsibilities. She walked briskly to her own private quarters. She just wanted to lay down for a while and think about things.

 

        The lieutenant sighed heavily, her shoulders sagging. She wasn’t sure if she could keep doing this anymore. She was doing it for good reasons, but women had needs just like men did, and not one of her current partners could satisfy those needs. As she crossed the grounds of the military post, she glanced across the grassy lawn to see the outdoor showers. Typically, there was no gender segregation or privacy for the showers to help the troops build a sense of trust amongst each other. The Ogryn squads were showering. She found her eyes inevitably drifting towards their massive packages, the apple-sized balls swinging heavily with every step they took, while their huge members flopped tantalizingly left to right as they spun around under the hot water to get completely clean.

 

        ‘Damn,’ she thought to herself. ‘The things I would do with those Ogryns…’ Of course, all intercourse with abhumans was strictly prohibited. On top of that, an officer fraternizing with troops like that would be a double violation of Imperial laws and regulations. The latter issue had kept her from jumping the bones of any of her subordinates despite the fact that they were quite open about how fond they were of her in the sweetest way (and despite her knowing full well the kind of heat a few of them were packing). Lieutenant Minerva increased her pace, hoping to get to her quarters before she lost control, tore off her clothes, and demanded every man on the post present their honor to her for summary inspection and testing. That would be bad, she told herself. She told herself that all the way to her cot as she discarded her heavy uniform in favor of her underwear and the warm sheets of the bed. She curled up against her soft pillow, trying to make the deep, primal, pulsating desire in her loins go away.

 

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        Minerva was hiding in the trenches. She shook and shivered, curled up in a ball and with her face buried against her knees. All around her were explosions, gunfire, screams, and monstrous roars. There was no structure, no reason to the fighting. The rank-and-file had dissolved hours ago, only to be replaced by soldiers shooting anything that moved frantically while daemons slaughtered them in droves. A body fell down into the trench beside her, and it was covered in maggots and rapidly rotting away – though the man was not quite dead yet. He screamed in agony and raised his hand towards her, trying to grab onto her desperately. Minerva screamed and crawled away from the dying man in mortal terror, before raising her lasgun and shooting him in the head out of fear. She had no reason to do it. The man was not her enemy and he was only looking for some relief from the awful pain of death. But, she was operating on pure instinct. There was no pity for the wretched soul in her mind or her heart.

 

        The corpse was quickly devoured by the rot and maggots, and even the bones snapped and cracked and shattered from the accelerated decomposition. The maggots spilled into the blood-soaked mud of the trench, burrowing into it en masse and vanishing. Minerva cupped her hand over her mouth, barely holding back the bile in her throat with frantic gulps. She felt like she couldn’t breathe – it was like her helmet was crushing her head. Out of desperation, she tore the straps of her helmet off and threw it away, sending it rolling through the mud and dirt. She glanced up and saw a disgusting mass of rotten flesh, fat, and ooze take a long, slow step across the trench with extending limbs, skipping over it entirely on its way to murder more soldiers. A burst of plasma vaporized most of its torso as it made the long and lumbering step, but it was hardly slowed down by the grievous wound. Minerva desperately kept silent, praying to the Throne that the creature would not notice her if she just stayed there. Whether because all of its sensory organs had already rotted away, or because it was uninterested in her from the start, it simply continued on its way.

 

        Minerva let out a haggard gasp. She was done with all of this. This was madness. There was nothing to be accomplished here. Screw the front lines. Screw her unit. Screw the Imperium. She just wanted out, to leave, to get away from it all. She dropped her lasgun. She had no desire to carry such a thing anymore. She clambered backwards from it, going up against the muddy wall of the trench, standing up, spinning, and trying to climb up the assortment of wire and mud. The mud gave way under her fingers, and she fell back down onto the ground, hitting the back of her head on a rock with a painful thud. The thump undid her meticulously crafted bun, causing her long red hair to spill out on the muddy ground.

 

        Minerva was dazed and delirious, writhing around in pain in the mud, covering her armor, unform, and her hair in the disgusting mixture of blood and dirt. She let out a weak cry like a wounded animal, and looked at her heavy and restrictive armor, a feral impulse to tear it off overcoming her. She tore off her shoulder pads, she yanked her flak chestplate over her head and tossed it away, she pulled off her boots, and she unbuckled her belt and threw that away, too. Her jacket was too warm. She tore it off, popping the buttons right off in her fervor, and rid herself of it. Her socks were soaking wet and uncomfortable, so she pulled them off as well. All that remained on her was her undershirt and her pants. They were soaked in her sweat and covered in the dirt and mud.

Finally satisfied, she let herself fall back into the mud and stared up at the sky. Her will to escape had deserted her. All that Minerva had left was the desire for it all to end. She weakly raised a hand towards the cloudy sky, wishing that she could grab onto it and fly away. What had all of her life been for? Dying like a dog in a trench? She fought and scrapped to survive from the start, but it was all so pointless in the end. From a miserable start to a suffering finish. A useless existence leads to a useless end. She should have accepted death from the beginning. Now she was going to die the very same way her sister died. Typical.

 

        Minerva saw a stream of warpfire cross her narrow view of the sky, and a small horde of amorphous purple monsters leap across the trench, meeting no resistance. The lines had already fallen far beyond her position. If she got out of the trench – no, if she so much as stood up, she would be killed by the enemy. That much was obvious. And yet, she spread out her arms and legs on the ground, and slid them around whimsically, creating an angel in the mud. The whole situation seemed surreal now. Something inside of her snapped, and Minerva began to giggle, and then outright laugh, without any regard for her own safety. She really didn’t care anymore. The daemons could kill her and devour her soul. She would at least be glad that she didn’t have to put up with this horseshit life anymore.

 

        That was when Minerva felt the ground shift beneath her. Something slid along her back for just a brief instant. Then she felt it again. She sat up and glanced at where she had just been laying, but there was nothing there. Suddenly, Minerva felt something wet climb up her pant leg in a flash. She panicked and tried to grab whatever it was, but it was small and oily and slipped right out of her grip, running up under her knee and then up her thigh, crawling around it once and arriving at her inner thigh before she finally caught it by grabbing onto it and stalling its movement. She took a good look at it – it was a little worm-like creature, about the size of two index fingers side-by-side, that seemed to move with little nub-like legs. It was stuck, but it was relentless, and it crawled back and forth along the wall she had created with her hand, seeking some way to pass it. The bulge of the creature moved back and forth, and she moved her hand along with it, unwilling to let it do as it pleased.

 

        Minerva blinked with apprehension at the strange creature. It was not hurting her… yet. The way it wriggled against her skin, struggling to try and push forward, was disconcerting, though. She had no idea what it was or what it was trying to do. It slipped forward a bit due to how slick the thing was, and its head was now centimeters from her groin. Minerva tried to push it back, but it was stiff and refused to budge. At that moment, she felt something crawl up her back with startling speed. She turned her head to see what it was, and found the head of an overgrown mutated maggot, with tiny pink tendrils extending at least a dozen centimeters from its maw and many sets of long red legs stretching out from its body like a spider, peering over her shoulder. Minerva’s eyes widened and she instinctively grabbed it with her free hand, wrenching it off of her back and throwing it away across the trench.

 

        The repelled maggot wriggled around to return to its nub-like feet, then burrowed back into the earth. Minerva glanced back down at the demonic tainted maggot in her pants that was still insistently trying to crawl further, and she realized that the way it was crawling around her leg, spreading its disgusting slime around as it went. As if that wasn’t enough, the bug’s little legs gave a gentle, tickling, tingly sensation on her sensitive inner thigh. Out of reflex, her thigh twitched and she squirmed in place as the natural reaction to the feeling of a foreign thing in such a vulnerable place. Minerva realized, with no small degree of horror, that the sensations were not… entirely distasteful to the young woman. She could feel the early signs of arousal as her face grew flush. She was so desperate at this point that any remotely sexual contact made her feel hot and bothered, even if it was a disgusting mutant bug, tainted by the twisted forces of Chaos. This maggot was clearly aiming to do vile things to her, so why was she feeling like this?

 

        That was when Lieutenant Minerva felt another maggot rise out of the mud, bumping into the seat of her pants before pressing against her soft mound through the fabric. It felt funny and tingly to her, like a virgin being touched for the first time, and she involuntarily shivered and gasped from the sensation. The bug kept rubbing itself roughly against her crotch, using all of its body to tease her. Minerva’s heart fluttered, and she felt her heart beat in her loins as the warm sensation of arousal began to spill into her abdomen. While she was distracted, the other bug in her pants darted around her hand to reach the dark fabric of her underwear, and Minerva panicked, jumping to her feet and quickly unbuttoning her trousers before nearly tearing them off of herself and jumping out of each leg, revealing the mutant maggot that clung to her panties with grim determination.

 

        The lieutenant grabbed the bug off of her black underwear, denying it the prize it had sought for so long, and threw it away before jogging away from her discarded pants, running as far through the winding trenches as she could before coming to a dead end – the end of the line. She turned to see if she had been followed, but there were no signs of the creatures, thankfully. Satisfied, she bent over to rest her hands on her knees and panted, partly due to the exertion of running for so long, as well as from the fear and, of course, the arousal. Sweat slowly dripped from her nose and chin onto the ground, and she felt a single drop of cool sweat run down the crevice between her breasts and down her midriff, terminating when it reached her belly button. It felt exquisite to her. Throne, she was absolutely beyond all hope now.

 

        Minerva stood up straight and ran a hand through her messy and muddy red hair, straightening it out just a little and getting the locks out of her eyes. No more than minutes ago she thought that she was ready to die, and a few perverted Chaos maggots were all that it took to make her reconsider. She let out a hollow gasp at her own pathetic state. All of that groxshit she thought about after abandoning her comrades and cowering in the trenches amounted to nothing, in the end. Even if she realized how miserable life was, she was unable to act on those thoughts.  The truth was, Minerva was even weaker than she thought she was.  She sat down on the muddy ground and curled up into a ball once more. There was no way to stop the tears that came flowing down her rosy cheeks as she buried her face against her knees.

 

        A few minutes of quiet sobbing later, Minerva came to the conclusion that she was cold. Her tight black lace panties were woven of a fine and comfortable synthsilk, but they simply didn’t cover enough skin to keep her lower body warm. Why did she decide to wear her best underwear to the battlefield again? She honestly couldn’t remember. Similarly, the sheer, loose white tank top on her torso was a hollow comfort as it flapped around in the breeze. She was unarmed and barely clothed. If any Imperials did find her now, she would have a lot of explaining to do. If a daemon or a heretic found her… she preferred not to think about it.

 

        The lieutenant shivered when a heavy wind blew past her, lifting most of her dirty red hair and her shirt that she grabbed to hold down for what little protection it offered. Minerva was seriously exhausted now, and the only thing that was keeping her awake was the chilly wind. She wished it would just stop so she could go to sleep. Not even the fear was keeping her eyelids from drooping anymore. Besides, the sounds of war were far and away now. The fighting had moved past her ages ago. She was not in immediate danger, she reasoned. Soon, not even the wind could keep her from dozing off. The lieutenant realized in the back of her mind that she probably shouldn’t fall asleep where she was. She managed to open her eyes one last time, but it was a futile effort. They closed once more, and didn’t open back up any time soon.

 

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        Some time later, a pair of red stick-like legs burst from the mud only a few meters away from the sleeping Minerva. They reached out and clung to the mud around it, then, with some effort, the mutated maggot pulled itself out of the earth, emerging into the cool air of Cadia and shaking some dirt off of itself like a dog. The maggot, blind though it was, knew instinctively where its goal lay. It slowly crawled towards the sleeping woman, almost as if it was a predator stalking its prey. The bug arrived at its destination in just a few moments. Due to all of the running and her enduring arousal, Minerva’s panties had ridden up her ass and honeypot, the slit of her pussy clearly visible through the fabric in a tantalizing cameltoe. At the center of her womanhood, a slight moisture was clearly visible as it slowly spread through the fabric. As if licking its lips, the maggot’s oral tendrils slid out from its maw and ran all over its body, lubricating itself with its own corrupted juices in preparation for what it was about to do.

 

        The bug eagerly leapt at Minerva’s groin head first, hitting her juicy mound, latching on to her panties with all eight of its limbs, and trying to force its face through the fabric into the folds of her mound. However, the expensive material they were made out of proved too sturdy and elastic to be so easily torn through. Hardly stymied, the maggot’s tendrils erupted from its mouth and darted out both left and right, wrapping around and under the edges of her panties, making a full circuit underneath them and running right over the engorged outer lips of her vulva. The woman stirred in her sleep thanks to the stimulus, spreading her thighs out slightly as if beckoning for the maggot to have its way with her. Her breathing changed as well, going from a calm and steady rhythm to a hastened, higher pitch. Minerva’s heartbeat began to accelerate as the tendrils roamed all over her flower, rubbing up and down her slit, wrapping around her clit to squeeze it gently, and the last few pressing deeper, past her outer folds, finding the tight entrance to her passage and slipping through and into her insides.  

 

        The lieutenant’s muscles by her groin spasmed as the thin pink tendrils played with her juicy pink flesh. She unconsciously spread her legs even wider, her position changing as she leaned back in her sleep to rest her head against the wall of the trench behind her. No longer needed to hold up her arms and her head, her legs straightened and slid out on the wet mud while her arms moved to her side. The maggot took full advantage of this new position, sending its tendrils even deeper inside of her and starting to apply real pressure around her clit. Minerva let out a weak moan in her sleep, and her naughty flower began to dribble womanly juices that the maggot slurped up with its tendrils. Soon, the maggot’s tendrils reached their full length, and could dive no deeper into the woman. It was unsatisfied. Refusing to surrender, it began to press its own body against her soft gash, rubbing up and down, lifting itself off only to slam itself against her even harder than before, even while its slimy tendrils writhed around inside of her.

 

        The maggot continued this sex frenzy, pushing harder and harder against her, the folds of her pussy squishing inwards visibly with every heavy thrust it made against her. The stimulation Minerva was experiencing created a burning heat and itch deep inside of her. The exhaustion that originally caused her to fall asleep was quickly overridden by the sensations her body was going through, and she began to awaken. The first thing Minerva heard as she returned to the world of the living was a repetitive wet noise that reminded her of good sex. The first thing she felt was her body’s heat, especially around her core. The second thing she felt was the electric sensation of one of the tendrils tweaking her pleasure button, causing her to give a pleasured moan. The third thing she felt was the butterflies in her stomach that came with heavy sexual arousal. The fourth thing she felt was her pussy being rammed against, hard and repeatedly, and she could feel a lot of thin somethings stirring around the entrance of her vagina, and rubbing various places inside of her. Wait. That last part wasn’t right. She opened her eyes and glanced down at her crotch, seeing the maggot that was having its way with her.

 

        Minerva wasn’t sure what to do. That familiar revulsion hit her, but it was extremely dulled due to the incredible pleasure she felt. The lieutenant found herself just staring at the mutated Chaos bug as it threw itself against her and ran its tendrils through her cunt and around her clit. She wanted to grab it and crush it in her hand and throw it away, but her inner animalistic self was against it. Hell, a part of her even wanted to pull her panties off and let that little fucker really do what he wanted to do. Minerva’s fingers twitched reflexively. She had to do something. The more that she just laid there against the trench wall and allowed it to continue, the less she wanted to stop it. The realization of that fact hit her, and she panicked, reaching down to grab the bug and wrench it off. The maggot’s tendrils held on firmly to her inner folds and clit, so it took a few tugs to convince it to let go of her. Eventually, the maggot’s sense of self-preservation seemed to override its desire, causing it to surrender its position and release its tendrils that retracted into its mouth. The voluptuous woman almost immediately regretted it, but held firm to her convictions, and threw the bug away. It bounced a few times on the mud but was otherwise safe. It righted itself and doggedly began to crawl towards her once more.

 

        Minerva stared at the bug as it came back towards her. It had followed her all the way here from at least a mile away. Its perseverance impressed her, in a horrific kind of way. She doubted that she could escape it even if she got up and ran several more miles through the trenches, and doing so would clearly risk her own life as straggling daemons could pick her off. The woman admittedly had a strong sexual drive, but having intercourse with a demonic bug was a bit outside her comfort zone, and not something she was ready to commit to. But what would she do about it? It was clearly not going to just leave her alone. Minerva considered just crushing it, but she didn’t have the heart to kill anything at the moment. She felt just like that bug, really. Small, weak, and desperate to get laid.

 

        Out of a sudden strange desire, the lieutenant lowered her hand to the ground and held it open invitingly. The warp maggot seemed to understand, and it scurried onto her palm, that familiar ticklish sensation of formication on her sensitive skin making Minerva want to giggle. But she wasn’t in the mood to giggle. She lifted the bug up and stared closely at it. It was pretty big for a bug.  While she wasn’t particularly fond of insects or arachnids, this hybrid mutant seemed fairly harmless, and her close examination and understanding of the creature allowed her to relax about it a little bit. The fact that it was behaving civilly helped.

After a few minutes of just watching the bug, without waiting for further invitation, the maggot began crawling up her arm, and Minerva wordlessly allowed it to do so. It reached her shoulder and slipped under the white shoulder strap of her undershirt, becoming just a bulge under fabric as it continued downwards and onto her firm and perky breast. The woman finally did giggle a little as it scurried over one of the most sensitive places on her body, reaching her hardening nipple and latching onto it with its tendrils, and then lowering its maw to the sensitive pink flesh to begin sucking on it.

 

        Minerva was content to just watch the bulge in her shirt shift back and forth as it eagerly suckled on her tit. The bug began to sort of hump her the same way it had humped her pussy, using its whole body to press into the squishy flesh, causing her boob to jiggle, and causing Minerva to blush indecently as well. She was kind of fine with letting the little blighter suck on her like this. It certainly didn’t feel bad, and it wasn’t as nerve-wracking as letting it at her womanhood. It was just a little strange. The oddity of it soon wore off, though, as her deep animalistic instincts began to take over. With nothing else to do, the young woman pulled off her undershirt to expose her dainty breasts, and grabbed both of them, starting to massage them gently. The bug became even more enthusiastic, and started to nibble and tweak her soft little nub, making Minerva gasp as the slight pain turned to much more pleasure. Minerva’s crotch tingled like electricity and her thighs began to tighten, all of the build-up so far only serving to heighten these sensations to new levels.

 

        The lieutenant’s labia began to twitch very slightly around the panties that had ridden up into her slit so tightly. She hated to admit it, but she loved the feeling that most other women found uncomfortable. She kind of lifted and slid her hips out a little, and the panties dragged in the mud, causing the fabric to tighten around her ample ass and and rub over her flower gently. Minerva thought that the feeling was intoxicating, like a fluffy cloud slowly rubbing her. She began to repeat the motion shamelessly, and soon she let out an aroused sigh as the bug continued to work over her tit with its slimy tendrils.

 

        Within only a few more minutes of this assault, Minerva succumbed to the pleasure. Her right hand, still massaging the boob which the bug was on, dropped down and slid under her underwear, her fingers sliding over her engorged clit. Surprised by how nice it felt, she let out a lusty moan, squeezing her left breast tightly, and her thighs clenched around her hand reflexively from the sudden jolt of pleasure. Feeling her heart beat in her loins again, she sent her fingers lower and touched the oversensitive, puffy lips of her womanhood, slowly pressing her index and middle finger inside of her tight hole. They soaked in her fluids, and she pulled them out, spreading them and watching the juices dribble downwards in thick strings.

 

        Minerva’s hot panting steamed in the cold air. There was no going back anymore. She was going to get off one way or another. She lowered her wet fingers to the bug, who immediately detached from her nipple to leap onto her hand and begin to devour the sexy juices with its tendrils. Thump-thump. Her heartbeat, hard and fast, echoed in her groin. She breathed heavily as she watched the bug lick her fingers clean, the gentle caress of its tendrils and the sight of it causing her thighs to twitch while her open lips quivered softly - her tongue sliding out to run over them, coating them with the saliva that poured into her mouth like a starving child eyeing a steak. She swallowed quite loudly, the sinewy muscles of her throat rippling downwards with the saliva. If there were any reservations left in her head about what she was about to do, she damn well was not going to listen to them.

 

        “Fuck it. Fuck me,” Minerva said in a whiny voice. Those words were all that she and the bug needed to hear. The bug dove down for her panty waistband while she just leaned back to let it work, panting as it crawled down her sensitive midriff and tickled her belly. She craved this. She craved this so badly that she didn’t care if it corrupted or impregnated her. She just wanted that damn cheeky little maggot to screw her silly. The bug burrowed under the waistband of her panties and crawled under them, becoming just a bulge in the lace as it zeroed in on its target. With every tiny step the bug took, another part of the lieutenant’s pubic mound lit up with sensation, and the bug moved so fast it felt like lightning traveling down her mons to the edge of her burning pussy. The bug positioned itself over the hole, slowly pressing its head into it.

 

        There was some resistance from the tightness of it, but with a bit of effort, the head slipped inside, Minerva’s juices spilling out around it. She bit her lip, impatient for the rest. The bug seemed to relish the havoc it was wreaking on her as she groaned and sweated, ready to beg for it to continue. Then, in a flash, it forced the rest of itself inside of her, and Minerva gasped and bucked her hips reflexively at the sensation of it entering her. She closed her thighs and rubbed them tightly together while the bug climbed deeper inside of her, burrowing into her warm, wet inner folds to find its goal. Minerva nervously giggled as she felt it squirming and crawling around inside of her. It felt good, but it was also nerve-wracking as she waited to see what it would do.

 

        That was when she spasmed in place and gritted her teeth from a spontaneous blast of pleasure from deep inside. The bug had found her G-spot and was literally humping it using that cute (when did she start thinking of it as cute? She couldn’t remember…) little mating dance while its tendrils spread out inside of her, one slipping out of her hole to move up and tweak her clit at the same time. Minerva screamed with pleasure, arching her back into the air and thrusting her hips desperately at nothing as it worked her over. It was even better than she had anticipated, and her cunt dripped with juices shamelessly, staining her black panties further with her lewd lubricant. Panting, the lieutenant weakly grabbed her breasts to grope herself while the bug worked its magic on her insides. She could feel the climax nearing, but wasn’t ready to cum yet. She wanted to make this last as long as possible. God, she had been waiting for something this good for years. She wasn’t going to just let it end so quickly!

 

        The bug had other plans, however. As her mounting pleasure threatened to overwhelm what little self-control Minerva had left, it suddenly bit into her G-spot, washing her in a wave of pain and pleasure. Somehow, by biting her lip and clenching her thighs as tightly as she could, she managed to endure the tidal wave. But that was only the start of what the bug had planned for her. Immediately afterward, the maggot began to shoot pink tendrils out of its rear and all sides of its squishy body, tearing through its flesh as it actualized its true purpose inside of the gasping whore.

 

        Throb, went Minerva’s body. Minerva felt strangely full as warmth grew from her rippling inner walls into the rest of her body. Throb. Tendrils began to slip out of her vagina to roll over her pussy lips and caress them gently. Throb. Something rubbed up against her cervix. Throb. She could feel it probing, trying to find the entrance to her womb. It did, and she felt it press through the tiny hole and wriggle into her uterus, followed by others. Throb. Minerva’s insides expanded to fit the growing mass of pink corrupted flesh inside of her. Throb. More tendrils erupted from her hole, crawling down her sensitive, vulnerable ass cleavage before diving past her sphincter to invade her intestines, much to Minerva’s glee. She rolled onto her hands and knees, thrusting downwards with her hips like a bitch in heat. Throb. The pink mass widened her pussy hole as more forced itself out, crawling up and out from her panties to reach her tits and wrap around them to squeeze them tightly with slimy noises. Throb. Minerva watched all of this with half-lidded eyes and a depraved smile and a trail of drool dribbling down her chin. Throb. The tendrils dove deeper into her bowels, filling her up and pressing into her vaginal walls from the other side, greatly heightening the pleasure. Throb! Minerva felt like she was going to go insane. And then she did. Throbthrobthrob. Throb! Throb! Thrrrob!!

 

        Minerva exploded. Every nerve in her body burned. Her ass clenched, her thighs spasmed, her entire body tensed up as her eyes glazed over and her entire body throbbed forward in one smooth motion. She gushed fluids into her panties that rippled with the foul tendrils that violated her. Her arms gave out, and she tilted into the muddy ground, her ass sticking up lewdly as she continued to orgasm uncontrollably. It was so good that she couldn’t think or move while the tendrils plundered her body even deeper. To put it simply, she was satisfied in every sense of the word. Soon, the lieutenant’s consciousness began to fade, and she passed out from the extreme pleasure.

 

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        When Lieutenant Minerva awoke once more, it was with a heavy degree of disappointment. She was back in her bed in her quarters in the middle of the night. She’d slept right through dinner. True, judging by the wet stain in her sheets and her panties she had quite enjoyed that dream, but she could barely remember it already. She could only recall something about… mud? And stripping? Well, must have been good sex.

 

        “Nice. I’ve seen far less creative wet dreams than that before,” said a feminine voice belonging to someone hiding in the shadows. Minerva grabbed the laspistol under her pillow and aimed it at the source. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m on your side. You’re still dreaming, you see. But now I’ve entered your mind,” the speaker said as she stepped out into the light that the Eye of Terror provided through the window. She was purple skinned, curvaceous, nude, had her hands on her wide hips, and she brushed the long fleshy hair tendrils out of her eyes and grinned at Minerva. She took a few more steps, her beautiful and large bosoms bouncing around heavily. She licked her lips with her long, fleshy tongue. “You’ve got some pretty delicious sexual frustration going on. I can solve it for you. Permanently.”

 

TO BE CONTINUED