Chapter 28: The Feeding
Silence stretched between them, broken only by their slowing breaths and the distant drip of a faucet. The air in the room felt charged, thick with spent energy and the coppery scent of sex. Mona’s hand still rested on Ellie’s belly.
With a soft, wet sound, Mona peeled the swollen, heavy condom off Ellie’s cock. It came away with a filthy pop, spilling its warm contents across her fingers and onto Ellie’s stomach. Mona didn’t wipe it away. She stared, fascinated, at the thick, veined shaft that now stretched her palm. It twitched under her gaze, a pulse of raw life independent of any softness.
“Still fucking hard,” Mona whispered, her voice raw. She wrapped her hand around the base, her fingers not meeting. She gave a slow, testing stroke. The skin was hot, almost feverish. “It’s bigger than it was two minutes ago. I swear to god.”
Ellie felt it too. A relentless, low-grade throb from The Hummingbird buried in her cunt was feeding into the foreign flesh above it. It was a circuit of sensation, a closed loop of want. Each subtle vibration from the toy seemed to coax another fractional swell, another inch of impossible, twitching growth. Her new cock lay heavy and rampant against her abdomen, a ruddy, living thing.
“Look at this,” Mona murmured, not to Ellie, but to the room, to the flickering lights. She leaned down, her dark hair brushing Ellie’s thighs, and took the head into her mouth.
The sensation was electric, blinding. The wet, swirling heat of Mona’s tongue circling the tip, lapping at the slit, was so direct, so obscenely intimate it short-circuited Ellie’s higher thought. A guttural noise tore from her throat. Her hips bucked upward, driving deeper into that willing, skilled mouth.
Mona took her deeper, a low hum of approval vibrating against Ellie’s flesh as she opened her throat. Ellie’s head tossed back, her fingers tangling in the sheets knotted with old sweat and stranger’s secrets. The world narrowed to that slick, tight pressure, the raw scrape of teeth, the absolute surrender of it.
While her mouth worked, Mona’s hand slid down Ellie’s trembling stomach. Her fingers, still sticky with cooling spend, found Ellie’s swollen labia, slick with her own arousal and the Hummingbird’s persistent presence. Mona traced the outer lips, then pushed two fingers inside, alongside the humming, carved material buried deep.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” Mona gasped, pulling off Ellie’s cock with a wet gasp for air. She began to fuck Ellie with her fingers in a slow, probing rhythm, her thumb pressing against the base of Ellie’s cock where it met skin. “This thing is buzzing like a live wire. Let’s see it.”
Curiosity, not malice, drove her. As her mouth descended again, taking Ellie’s full length down her throat in one determined, gagging swallow, her fingers inside Ellie changed their mission. They curled, seeking purchase on the Hummingbird’s ornate base. She hooked them, and pulled.
The effect was instantaneous and violent. The Hummingbird, which had been emitting a steady, pleasurable vibration, seemed to clench. It expanded inside Ellie, its textured surface flaring like a blooming flower, gripping her inner walls with a sudden, possessive pressure. A sharp, wrong pain lanced through Ellie’s core, cutting through the blinding pleasure of Mona’s throat.
“Stop!” Ellie cried out, her body seizing. The word was a ragged shout, not a moan.
Mona released her mouthful with a startled choke, pulling her fingers free as if burned. Ellie’s cock slapped wetly against her belly. The pain subsided, replaced by a deep, throbbing ache and the Hummingbird’s now-agitated, warning hum. It felt rooted, a part of her.
Mona stared, her breath coming in short bursts, her lips glistening. "What the hell was that?" she asked, her voice hushed. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes fixed between Ellie's legs. "Your cunt just... gripped it. Like a fucking vise. You trying to keep it all to yourself?"
The Hummingbird’s hum softened from a warning snarl back to a contented purr, its form settling once more within the impossible pocket it had carved inside her. The sharp pain melted into a low, radiating fullness that made Ellie’s toes curl. She swallowed, finding her voice somewhere beneath the pounding of her heart and the alien twin pressures in her groin.
"It’s not that," Ellie breathed, the words feeling thick. She looked at Mona, at the genuine confusion in her dark eyes. A strange protectiveness surged through her, hot and primal. "I just… I want it inside me. It needs to stay."
Mona’s eyebrows shot up. She let out a short, incredulous laugh. "You want it in? Honey, that thing’s not a tampon." She shook her head, but a new, sharper curiosity flickered across her face. She leaned back, kneeling between Ellie’s splayed thighs, her gaze analytical. "Fine. Your show."
As Mona’s intent to retrieve the toy vanished, The Hummingbird seemed to sigh. The relentless internal vibration shifted, deepening, transforming from a buzz into a profound, rhythmic thrum that resonated in Ellie’s bones. It was a wave building from her core, unstoppable and terrifying.
"Oh, god," Ellie whimpered. It was all the warning she could give.
Her back arched clear off the filthy mattress, a silent, taut bow of flesh. Her new cock, already monstrously hard, seemed to swell further, the veins standing in stark relief like roads on a map. Then, with a brutal, pulse-racking shudder, she came.
It wasn’t the gentle spill from before. This was a violent ejection, a geyser of hot, pearlish cum that shot up in thick ropes to slap against her own chin and neck. Another spurt painted her swollen breasts, coating her nipples. Jet after jet followed, streaking across her trembling stomach, pooling in the hollow of her navel, each convulsion wracking her frame as The Hummingbird milked her from the inside out. The room filled with the raw, salty scent of it.
"Fuck. Me." Mona’s whisper was pure awe.
She watched, utterly rapt, as the last contractions subsided. Ellie collapsed, gasping, her body glazed and shivering. Mona’s eyes, however, were already tracing downward, past the mess. They widened.
"Jesus Christ, Ellie. Look."
Ellie forced her head up, her vision swimming. Her cock, slick and gleaming with her own spend, lay against her belly. It was undeniably larger. The head was broader, a flushed, dark plum, and the shaft had gained both length and a more predatory girth. It twitched, still fully erect, as if the orgasm had been merely a system check.
Mona reached out, her fingers hovering just above the heated skin without touching. "It’s still growing." Her voice held no fear now, only a hungry, dawning reverence.
She finally touched it, her fingers tracing the rampant curve from root to tip, smearing the cooling cum. A low, possessive sound escaped her throat. "We’re not done. We haven’t even started." She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to clean a stripe from Ellie’s stomach, her eyes locked on Ellie’s, dark with promise and a hunger that mirrored the Hummingbird’s own. "Let’s see what it does next."