Andrew Heck
Chapter 2 - A Maggot’s Prize
Chapter 2 - A Maggot’s Prize
“Life exists in innumerable manifestations for two distinct purposes, survival and procreation.”
by, LeeRan Sing, S&S
She slept inside the varicose vein lined bowels of the mindless sea-going creature. Her head serenely rest upon a pillow of white fur. Frail yet still curvy her Human body rose and fell gently with the motion of boat and the pliable soft deck beneath her. The floor upon which she slept, the walls and ceiling were all made from stretched lining of the intestines and stomach of what must have been a voracious eater. They appeared wet and shiny but she slept dry and comfortable in a shear crimson silk gown. Only the corners held hard wooden cross crossbeams to maintain the shape of the ship’s interior.
With an eyestalk, her robe covered Servant watched her sensuous body hypnotically bob up and down with the waves. Slowly and carefully mimicking her motion he rubbed a moist sponge in a figure eight motion along the walls. Separate eyestalks kept careful attention on both of these activities. Another eyestalk kept a lookout for visitors. The Servant was of an unknown race long conquered and dispersed throughout the world by the Horde. Most were killed and the rest were enslaved and none ever became free.
LeeRan awoke in the same manner she always did. She sat straight up. Her Servant’s spying eyestalk turned away with an abrupt jerk.
“I saw you, Servant,” she said coyly.
He turned a curious yet shy eyestalk.
“Yes, that eye,” she added.
He stopped his work.
“Remove your robe and service my needs,” she ordered.
“I have to keep the lining moist. Your skin could dry,” he whispered. Another eyestalk turned to her as she peeled back the layer of silk that once covered her small yet perfectly formed breasts.
“Two eyes, binocular vision. You honor me, Servant. Let me repay your compliment, slave,”
A fourth and very bulging eyestalk popped out from beneath his robes. “Your betrothed sits above our heads. I’m not worthy of you and neither is my neck worthy enough to receive his Cort’s war axe.”
“It never stopped you before,” she said through a breath. “Remove your robe or Blour will cleave you in two or three or possibly four.”
He reluctantly complied and opened his robe. It fell to the ground around what looked like his feet and ankles. Naked, his body was gelatinous and his skin almost clear. Eyestalks and thin chitinous arms protruded from his soft torso at what appeared to be random locations. Multicolored fluids of his life could be seen coursing through veins and many chambers under a spongy, worm-like exterior. His neck was thick and collar-like, ending in a head that was vaguely Human in shape. He had a mouth and that was all. His nose and ears appeared only as bumps, probably for aesthetics. He had Human eyes except they were at the ends of stalks. Propelled forward, his lower body was split into something like legs.
“Most Humans find worms disgusting,” he whispered.
“I find most Humans disgusting,” she answered.
“Human women are a great prize for any male, any race. You honor me,” he added.
LeeRan stood leaving her silk nightgown at her feet. The multicolored fluids in the Servant’s body flowed with increased intensity. His mouth opened as he exchanged greater quantities of air with the ship’s bowels. Eyestalks and limbs spontaneously grew and shrank into and out from his body. The worm-like hermaphrodite, now mostly male, descended on the petite and inviting LeeRan Sing, Princess of some, though not all, Humans. At least not yet.
Blour peered into the bedroom stomach chamber and watched in disgust as the maggot and the bitch made love. She took the lower, underneath position, which was unacceptable for a woman of her stature. Blour had wanted her as had many men, okay all men, but to see this soft bellied grub squash himself against her, and in her, was unforgettable. Its eyestalks and limbs tumultuously grew and retracted, probed and examined her everywhere. It reminded him of blood baths he participated in as a third Seergnot. But that only occurred after a Horde victory when the smell of entrails and blood hung low in the air and the corpses were still warm and ripe. But that was behind him and Cort for almost three sun cycles and nearly forgotten.
LeeRan moaned with pleasure. Blour ducked from sight of the vile sex acts and decided to wait until either the vessel stopped or they did. His blood stirred hot and thirsty as it did many years ago… Blour could almost taste the Bloodgeon. No. It was gone…
The Servant kept all eyes on his prize beneath him, save one. Blour did not appear to have noticed it watching him and she certainly did not notice a thing. LeeRan moaned again.