Qrxt slid a silken tentacle beneath her blouse, she looked up, her bosom heaving.

"Oh Qrxt" she exclaimed, "But you know what your half-brother Emperor Zsthhh said would happen if he found us together". She sobbed into Qrxt's tentacle. "I can't face the Kwarthe again".

Qrxt just trilled gently in her ear, the questing tentacle becoming more insistent, and Tanara became aware that Qrxt's sexual organs, both male and female were becoming engorged...

"No, we mustn't" Tanara pleaded. "Zsthh be damned, I'll have my brother's woman, and I'll have his throne as well" Qrxt hissed. Tanara struggled as the throbbing tentacle snaked up between her breasts, wrapped around her neck, asphyxiating her while pulling her relentlessly down to his multiple beastly sex organs. Tanara tasted Qrxt's pre-ejaculatory sepia, and her resistance failed. As the saline ink stained her lips, she knew there was no turning back. Even as the memory of the Kwarthe, and the unspeakable things they had done to her burned in her mind, she opened her mouth to accept Qrxt's salty flesh.

- Tamara shuddered at the gentle feel of suckers on the bare skin of her back. Kneeling on the cold marble floor of the Imperial Throne Room, she wondered where her twin sister could be, forcing her to suffer this indignity alone. She shuddered as the tip of Zsthh’s glistening tentacle wandered lower, and lubricated by a viscous layer of external secretions, began to probe her anus.

- Tanara moaned with pleasure as he pushed inside of her. Tentacles wrapped around her wrists and ankles lifting her off the ground. It was only when Qrxt’s tentacle pushed too fast and deep into her anus that she looked up in alarm to see that his single eye had rolled back into his rubbery head. Qrxt was in mating thrall, no longer in control of his actions. It was no wonder that Zsthh squatted atop the Quantum Throne, his younger half-brother lacked the Emperor’s willpower and self-control. Had Qrxt ever been with a human woman before? Tanara realized she was asking this question too late. How had she been so careless? Another tentacle thrust with equal force into her vagina. If the sex continued much longer, she would be torn to pieces. While if Qrxt came, the proto-sentient ejaculatory fluids released from his birthing canal would encase her in an airtight fibrous membrane. She’d die in minutes without a retro-oxygenated polyctal–inhibitor, long before Qrxt awoke from his post-coital coma.

-
Cringing in submissive shame, Tamara realised that Zsthh had paused in his exploration of her most hidden parts. Suddenly his beak was by her ear.
“Where is your sister?” he hissed, a single one of his many arms wrapped around her neck tightly, and shamefully, Tamara felt her internal muscles twitch in response. She said nothing, though – how could she know where her brazen slut of a sister was?

He could find out though. It was what gave the Glyxt such a stranglehold on every part of the universe they had touched so far. Pre-empathic abilities enabled the squid-like creatures to extract memories from other species from up to an hour in the future.Tamara's already alabaster skin glowed even paler as she realised what was coming next.
She gave a strangled moan as one of Zsthh’s sensory arms forced its way into her throat and her body shuddered involuntarily as neural micro-filaments wormed their way into her lower brain, and she felt the probe in her anus swell as Zsthh excreted a subtle neurotoxin into her bloodstream that would allow him access to parts of her brain where even she could not go. “Little bitch” hissed Zsthh. He withdrew the tentacle abruptly, tumbling Tamara to the floor, where she lay shivering, a fine sheen of droplets glittering on her pale skin.

Tanara screamed as Qrxt’s tentacles pummelled her genital orifices.
She wouldn’t survive another minute at this rate, and the beastly
Glyxt was only getting more violent.  She had to make him come and
then take her chances with his ejaculatory fluids.

She pulled her feet together, straining against Qrxt’s tentacle hold,
and brought them to bear on the great squid’s clitoral stem.
Vigorously she massaged Qrxt’s stem, and the Glyxt’s unminded form
responded immediately, the whole of him quivering.  His birthing canal
opened and began to pulse.

But just as Tanara thought she had regained control of the situation,
the tip of Qrxt’s tentacle slithered out of her cunt, instinctively
latching a sucker onto Tanara’s clit.  Inexperienced as Qrxt  may be,
there was a reason why the Glyxt were unchallenged as the greatest
lovers in the universe.  The first orgasm coursed through Tanara’s
body in seconds, leaving her gasping for air, and second and third
followed before she could catch her breath.

Her years of training as an imperial concubine served her as she
focused her attentions on Qrxt’s stem, ignoring the continuous orgasms
pounding through her body.

Finally, Qrxt’s birthing canal spasmed and took aim on the girl as the
great squid shuddered. Tanara used every bit of her strength to swing
her body out of the way as Qrxt’s fluids coursed out of him, shooting
into the room, and narrowly missing Tanara.

Qrxt  melted like jelly to the floor as the invertebrate beast lost
all muscle control and slipped into a post-coital coma.  Tanara
dropped hard to the floor made of polished Nebulite slate and squirmed
out of Qrxt’s tentacles.

She looked up and saw the pool of ejaculatory fluids was already
gaining sentience, sniffing out her location.  She’d have only seconds
before it found her and encased her in its fibrous membrane.  But if
she could just reach her zilxo pouch, she could pop a polyctal
inhibitor and survive the encasement.  And the pouch was just metres
away on the living Telorian sponge recliner.  If only she could get to
her feet.

But that was not going to happen.  Despite having fucked more than 30
intergalactic species, Tanara could not remember ever having been so
used.  Her legs simply would not respond.  The pool of ejaculatory
fluids had noticed her and it began oozing, slowly as it learned to
move for the first time, in her direction.

Tanara crawled across the floor, pulling her perfectly formed, but now
uncooperative, body along by her arms alone.  She was half way to the
sponge recliner when her legs began to move again.  On hands and knees
she pushed forward, not daring to look back.  Finally, on unsteady
legs she stood, taking a staggering step forward.  Almost there…

And then she felt the sentient fluids, warm as chocolate sauce latch
onto her right foot.  The fluids immediately bound her legs together,
and Tanara fell hard to the mirrored slate.  Her zilxo was almost
within reach, but the fluids wrapped around her body with lightning
speed.  She reached out far enough to touch the zilxo, only for the
fluids to wrap around her arm and pull it back into her body.  In
another second the fluids had encased her head, and Tanara took a
final gasp of air.  She knew better than to struggled as the membrane
solidified around her.  Her thoughts turned to how Tamara would
survive without her, whether her twin sister’s hunger for power would
be enough to see her though the machinations of the Glyxt court. And
she spared a passing prayer of thanks to Zoga the Merciful, grateful
that at least she would never have to face the Kwarthe again.

Hissing under her breath, Gleika zipped up the skin tight cryptocercal bodysuit, the chitinous coating glistening with an oily sheen in the low light of her quarters as she moved swiftly and gracefully towards the exit membrane and into the transit tube. She had been bathing when the call came in about Tanara and her usually neatly slicked back blonde hair was dribbling down the back of her suit, but no way was she going to risk the wrath of the Emperor by delaying even a second in obeying a direct order. Her full lips drew back into a slight sneer behind their coating of blood red perma-gloss. So the Emperor's favourite concubine needed rescuing from his half-brother's living space. There was going to be entertainment a-plenty over the next few days, she was sure of it.

Gleika was... an oddity. Even among the Emperor's court, which included every imaginable combination of gender and species, there were few that found the insectile Kwarthe anything other than repulsive. Gleika on the other hand, revelled in their company, and spoke their language of clicks and buzzes as though born to it, so much so that she was accepted as an honorary member of the species. Being physically human gave her an advantage over the gigantic insectoid creatures whilst moving around the Emperor's court. So it was Gleika that was called when minor action was needed that did not require the full body of the Emperor's 'security force'. Grabbing her coiled tesla-whip and a handy leth vine on the way past the security locker, she licked her lips and put on an extra burst of speed, her ripe bosom straining against the glossy fabric of the bodysuit. Though thanks to Zsthh's pre-empathic skills she was already aware that she was going to make it in time. Handing Tanara over to her beloved Grrrpt would be a rare pleasure.

-
Leaning against the steps of the throne room, Tamara remembered her first visit to the Imperial Court. A mere thirteen years old, the slender young girl had held hands with her sister as they walked up the approach ramp to the Imperial Gates. The twins had been dressed in matching outfits, designed to emphasise their symmetry. Their dark hair brushed out long and straight and caught up with glittering sea-combs, straight from the shores of Baradia, and wound through at the back with fine threads of cloth trailing down to hold up the skimpy dress of shimmering silk, in the colours of the Emperor’s household. The silk clung tightly to their blossoming yet virginal figures. A fine gift for Zsthh’s harem.

Tanara held tightly to her twin sister's hand, terrified by the huge black bulk of both the Court itself, and the Imperial Guard, the Kwarthe. The gigantic cockroach-like creatures towered above the entrance, and barely flickered an antenna as the two tiny girls moved past, yet somehow they appeared threatening. The girls had heard stories, and scarcely dared to breathe as they passed.

Inside the gates, their guide drew them into a side corridor, a long tunnel of earth. They weren't far in before they heard a sound: a long drawn out moan which caused them to huddle closer together. The tunnel opened out into a wider cave, and the source of the noise was revealed. One wall of the cave was covered entirely with strands of glass-like Kwarthe mucocrystal.
Covered entirely, that is, except for the unfortunate souls trapped inside. Tanara whimpered as her eyes travelled up the wall and took in the nude female figure closest to her, limbs splayed and fixed inescapably in place by the strands of mucocrystal, every part of her exposed to the tender ministrations of the larval kwarthe that she now realised were crawling everywhere in the chamber. Tamara could not help noticing the small purplish larva that was suckling at the woman's nipple, and the tiniest trickle of milk escaping from its mandibled mouth. The abject prisoner lifted her head at that moment, and her pleading eyes fixed Tanara's with a piercing stare. "Help me" she mouthed hopelessly, as the guide pulled the girls away again, and casually informed them that this was the fate of any Imperial concubine who displeased Emperor Zsthh or his family.

Later that night, Tanara crawled into her twin sister's bed and begged her twin that she would let her die rather than become food for the kwarthe larvae. Tamara just kissed her, and held her until her shaking stopped. Only once she heard her sister's breathing deepen into sleep did she quietly slide her hand between her legs and masturbate herself to silent orgasm, imagining herself splayed out, bound and humiliated, larval bodies invading her newly awakened little cunt, wriggling over her clitoris and insectile mouths suckling at her ripe young breast. Her horror at the situation - and at her own response to it, somehow sublimated into pure pleasure.

Tamara picked herself up off the floor of Zsthh’s throne room, the neurotoxins still leaving her jelly-legged. The Glyxt Lord had used his pre-empathic abilities on her again. But what he did not know was that she had now become adept at catching flickers of the images he extracted from her brain. Tanara had been unforgivably stupid, and this time there would be no appeasing the emperor. The die was cast, and it was time to choose sides. For Tamara, that meant, as always, choosing the winning side. She stumbled down the corridor following his trail of scintillating slime.

---

The emperor was furious. Betrayed again by that little minx. His first reaction was to call on Gleika , his head of security to deal with the situation, but now he realized that he wanted to deal with the slut himself. He should have left her with the Kwarthe after the first time he found her in his half-brother’s tentacled embrace. And he would have too, if not for the pleadings of her wily sister – oh how that bitch could persuade him, he’d have to keep a closer eye on Tamara. It was not a mistake he would make again. This time they both would pay.

--

Tanara began to black out as Qrxt’s ejaculation forced its way into her mouth and down her throat. The fluids would soon take over control of her central nervous system, raising her bodily temperature to that of an extreme fever, while letting her brain die. Her body would then be perfect mulch for the Glyxt to build into a breeding nest when he awoke from his coma. But just as she felt the tingling in her limbs indicating she was losing control of them to the ejaculation, Tanara felt herself lifted into the air. A tentacle claw ripped through the membrane and tore it away, pulling it out of her throat. Sweet air filled her lungs. But only for a moment, then a tentacle wrapped around her throat. Her eyes focused on Zsthh, the Glyxt emperor was shaking her like a rag doll. His bulbous head was icor green – he was enraged. Zsthh hissed “You foolish cunt, what were you plotting with Qxrt? Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” The Glxyt hurled her across the room, only for her to bounce into the sponge recliner and roll to the floor.

Tanara and Zsthh both looked up to see Tamara walk into the doorway on still unsteady legs. Tanara gasped “sister, help me, please”. Tanara struggled to her hands and knees as her twin crossed the room toward her. “Help you?” Tamara sneered as she grabbed her sister by her hair jerking her up. “All you do is ruin everything” Tamara screamed as she slapped her twin hard across the face knocking her back to the ground. “This time, I won’t go down with you sister”. Tamara jerked her sister up again by the hair, only to slap her back down again. Zsthh bubbled in approval, his clitoral stem beginning to stir and he slid closer to the catfight.

Tamara reached out and grabbed her sister’s zilxo pouch, pulling its draw strings and swung it like a blackjack to flog her sister. Tanara cried out, but Tamara’s shrill voice filled the chamber “I’ve come too far, sister, to let you destroy it all with your uncontrolled lusts”. Tamara beat her twin mercilessly, as Zsthh turned from green to pink further revealing his arousal. Tamara’s voice dropped to an emotionless whisper, “This time, you’ll rot with the Kwarthe”

“No, sister, please” Tanara pleaded. “Yes, my sweet Tanara, how they will feast on your tender breasts” Tamara spoke cruelly, as she put one foot on her sisters back and bent down grabbing her by the hair. “And their larvae will fill your whore’s cunt” Tamara barked as she thrust her free hand between Tanara’s legs, fisting her. Tanara screamed in agony as her sister’s fist slammed up inside her already aching, but still squid-slimed, pussy.

Zsthh gurgled in pleasure as he leered over the women, his clitoral stem now fully erect. Tamara pulled her fist out with equal violence and stepped away from her sister. She turned to Zsthh. “Show her my Lord, show her what the Kwathe will do to her sweet flesh”. Zsthh quivered, his one eye beginning to wobble. His tentacles reached for the prone Tanara. “They’ll fill her cunt, won’t they my Lord, fill her with their crawling spawn”. Zsthh bubbled in approval, “yes, they will” and he thrust a tentacle into Tanara’s pussy. Tanara screamed out, and another of the Glyxt’s tentacled wrapped around her waist, lifting her into the air.

Tamara shouted in excitement ”and they’ll squeeze her titties dry, milking her like a Soboth cow, won’t they my Lord”. Zsthh wrapped a tentacle around each of Tanara’s breast, and squeezed until the human woman let out a scream that no longer sounded human. “Yes, they will”, he croaked.

Tamara climbed onto the Glyxt’s rubbery body, and lowered herself down onto his clitoral stem. She whispered seductively into his ear, “And we’ll watch it all, and we’ll fuck in front of her, while the Kwarthe devour her”.

With the skill only an imperial concubine could summon, Tamara rode the emperor’s pulsating stem. Zsthh trembled, and momentarily understood how he was being played. But it was too late. His eye rolled back and he lost control. Tamara looked down at his gaping birthing canal, and leapt off the beast just as he orgasmed, shooting his deadly ejaculation across the room.

Zsthh slumped to the floor, dropping the nearly broken Tanara. Tamara calmed walked behind the Glyxt, and grabbed two of his four breathing tubes, and tied them together. Tanara lifted herself off the ground, leaning on the sponge recliner for support. She watched in awe as her sister grabbed Zthh’s remaining tubes and tied them into a knot. “Sister, what are you doing?” Tanara asked weakly.

Zsthh’s pool of ejaculatory fluid began sliding in the direction of the women. “Following the only path you’ve left open to us, sister” Tamara said. “I can hardly carry on without you, what’s the value of one twin?”

Zsthh’s body began to convulse. Tamara watched calmly as the proto-sentient ejaculatory fluids reached her feet. “We’ll take our chances with Qrxt, and pray to Zoga”. Zsthh stopped moving altogether and a stinking bile gushed out of his birthing canal. The pool of ejaculatory fluids stopped moving as well, just as it reached Tamara’s knees. Then it lost all volition and form, and it leaked to the ground.

Tanara said “thank you sister, I love you”. Tamara turned to her sister coldly “stupid little slut. If I didn’t need you, I would leave you to the Kwarthe”.

The trouble with predicting the future, as Tamara well knew, was that
the act of prediction could alter the course of events. Gleika slowed
as she reached the entrance of Qrxt’s chamber. Something felt wrong.
She held her tesla-whip at the ready as she slid sideways through the
exit membrane, presenting the smallest target she could. Guns were
forbidden within the bulk of the court, for fear of injuring the
partially sentient organism that made up most of the structure of the
building.

Suddenly Gleika felt a hand over her mouth from behind, cutting off
her air flow. As she paused to assess the situation, preparing to
throw off her attacker a piece of cloth was thrown over her eyes and
another body pressed up against hers. "No toys for you today", Tanara
hissed in her ear. "Let's see how you like a taste of your own
medicine!"
Gleika fought hard, but the twins had had the element of surprise, and
she was completely caught. She snarled as Tamara bound her wrists with
the Leth vine she had brought for her sister, but it was only seconds
before the needle-fine thorns pricked, and the hypnotic effects of the
vine began to kick in. Moments later she dropped to her knees, staring
blankly up at the twins, soft and helpless as a kitten.
"So what shall we do with her, sister-love?" Tamara looked scornfully
at their captive. "I'd almost hoped she'd put up more of a fight."
Tanara was silent for a long moment. Her mind was back in the Kwarthe
hive, and she paled at the memory, shaking her head. "I don't even
want to think about it, 'Mara." She said, using her sister's childhood
nickname. "Besides, she'd probably enjoy it. She sleeps with those...
things."
"Well I'm going to have a bit of fun at least." Tamara announced, and
tore open the fastening of Gleika's catsuit. "It's not often we get a
chance to play with the emperor's guard."
Gleika's bared breasts gleamed in the greenish light of Qrxt's
quarters, the nipples becoming instantly erect at their sudden
exposure and Tamara pinched them cruelly, watching the expression on
her captive's face change from complete passivity to a combination of
pain and peasure. Gleika was truly under the control of the Leth vine.
She pushed her foot into Gleika's crotch and laughed as the blank-eyed
woman rubbed herself against it. "Look at her, sister, humping my foot
like a dog! She doesn't even remember what species she is!" Tamara
pushed her prisoner over onto her back on the floor and mounted her
face. "Lick it, bitch." Tanara couldn't help but smile at seeing the
woman who had had her bound and tortured and used for food humiliated
in such a way. Tamara ground her pussy against Gleika's face and
called to her sister. "Come, whip her for me so she wriggles."
Tanara caught up the Tesla-whip from where it had fallen on the floor
and flicked the switch. Instantly, purple sparks crackled up and down
the length of the whip, and off the tip. She touched it lightly to
Gleika's thigh and laughed as the subsequent movement made her sister
groan in pleasure. Tanara squatted down over Gleika's prone form and
kissed her sister on the lips, trailing the whip along their captive's
inner thigh.

Just then there was a bubbling sound, and a wet slither of tentacles.
The twins had been so caught up in their revenge they had forgotten
that Qrxt was due to come out of his post-coital coma any minute, and
what on earth was he going to think? His half-brother's lifeless body
lying across the room, and the captain of his guard bound and naked on
the floor. The explanation was going to have to be good!

There was a smell, several actually. They all meant something, but one was very important. His single eye opened. Qzxt surveyed the room and his 7 brains began to re-connect. Motion. Human women fucking. Uninteresting at the moment; he was sated and his sex brain was still white-noise. Memories clicked in. Had he killed the other woman? Most likely. No matter. Oh, maybe that was her over there. Ah yes, it was Zsthhh’s woman. Probably best if he didn’t kill her then. Zsthhh, yes. One of the smells was Zthhh. That meant Zthhh was here. The message went to his danger center, but it was not yet active, so the message queued. Bodily control returned. He lifted himself off the ground. There was another smell, faint, but of concern. Kwarthe. Yes, the captain of the Kwarthe was also in the room. Another message queued to his danger center. Qzxt surveyed the chamber. There was Zsthh, lying on the floor not far away. He was dead. Ah, that was the important smell, Zsthh’s death bile. Queue another message. His rational brain assessed the situation: if Zsthh was dead, then…. At that moment, Qzxt’s danger center woke up.

Qrxt screamed. The walls shook, and the twins both dropped to their knees covering their ears. The reverberating sound also stunned the living Leth vine wrapped around Gleika’s wrists. With the erotic-intoxicant removed, Gleika’s combat training kicked in. She rolled to her feet, shook loose from the vine, and grabbed her tesla whip.

Glieka looked around. Qrxt was in panic thrall, his single eye had rolled back into his head indicating that one of the Glyx’s brains had overloaded. He would soon faint. Zsthh was on the floor, but he did not look alive. How? One of the twins struggled to stand. Gleika kicked her in the stomach and she fell back down. What had happened here, and why had the twins jumped her? She needed answers, and she needed them before the situation got out of control and she lost the advantage.

She sent a pair-bonded telepathic message to Grrrpt to meet her in the Prince’s chamber. She would need her Kwarthe lover’s help with interrogating the sluts. The other concubine got up off the ground. Was that the clever one? It didn’t matter. Gleika turned her tesla whip up to maximum force. She realized, as she rolled her neck to a loud crack, she’d been looking forward to playing with these two for some time….

The Imperial Gates reached towards the sky like enormous obsidian spear-heads, and the Kwarthe guard outside towered almost as high, their polished shells gleaming in the artificial light. The guards carried no weapons, but they hardly needed to. Their natural protection could withstand a nuclear explosion at relatively close range, and their spiked exoskeletons made them, at close range, the most formidable opponents. Gleika had always been attracted to the glossy carapaces, the sheer awe-inspiring size of them, the impassable black depths of their alien eyes. Grrrpt felt the call from the living quarters and lumbered through the gateway. The Kwarthe could move as fast as an eyeblink if they wanted to, and as smoothly as poured Aldo-metal, but most of the time they appeared clumsy. It set their enemies off-guard.
Taking a shortcut through the breeding tunnels, Grrrpt’s insectile brain noted that the call had come at a good time. They were running low on host organisms.
A highly evolved parasite, the Kwarthe required a warm-blooded host in order to incubate and feed their young. As a general rule they would take lower order species, preferring to keep a good relationship with the more intelligent members of the Glyxt-Thalm Empire but prisoners, especially those taken for treason, were seen as fair game.

-
Tamara rolled to the ground, feeling the sting of the tesla whip catch a single point on her back as she was a half-second too slow to evade it entirely, still stunned by the explosion of sound that was the Glyxt’s autonomic defence. Gleika smiled a little, and licked her lips as she saw the little welt rising already on the smooth skin of Tamara’s back. She struck again, the whip this time wrapping around the concubine’s lithe body, sparks flying in all directions as the young woman bucked and writhed against the evil electrical device. Gleika pulled the whip back to strike again, as the most pain was created in the moment of contact, but as she pulled back her arm to strike she was bowled over from behind.
“Frakk!” Gleika had forgotten that she was dealing with two women and not just the one. She hit the ground heavily, her breasts still bare from the earlier attack, and scraping on the floor. Still she managed to keep hold of her weapon as Tanara leapt onto her back, dragging the other hand behind her back.
“Let go of the whip, bitch!” Tanara hissed into her ear, jerking Gleika’s head back by the hair. She struggled and heard some strands tear, as Tanara fought for a better grip. Tanara reached down with her other hand and grabbed Gleika’s catsuit between the legs. With barely even a ripping sound, the clinging fabric gave way, and Tanara thrust her hand into the other girl’s crotch.
“I knew it!” She crowed. “Soaking wet. The bitch is enjoying this!”

Gleika hissed and flailed with her free hand, managing to catch Tanara with the tesla whip across the shoulders, making her jump. She swore, and clenching her hand in Gleika’s thicket of blonde pubic hair, pulled hard.

--

Grrrpt shouldered through another of the Palace’s interminable entry membranes and felt the call intensify from his small pink mate. She was in pain! --