He stretched his legs downward, lifted Ivis up with a little strength, then placed his tentacles on the soles of Ivis' feet, and without hesitation, used steady force to push Ivis into the deep cave formed by the interlaced tentacles and the ground.
When Ivis completely entered the cave, countless tentacles squirmed around Ivis to form a closed space. As if receiving the most precious reward, the monster slowly coiled itself up, firmly protecting the insect queen surrounded by the tentacles, and let out a joyful hiss.
Chapter 6
Thick, flexible tentacles wiggled, creating a constant rustling sound, their dense mass blocking out any prying eyes. The enclosed space was a gloomy dark, unexpectedly dry and soft, and filled with the familiar scent of Boyce's pheromones.
Elvis lay on his back on the soft fleshy tentacles, his body stretched out and his expression relaxed.
He surveyed the eerie, dark cage. The darkness seemed to have no effect on him, revealing the tiny, hard teeth nestling between the tentacles' suckers. He had no sense of being a prisoner, and with satisfaction, he praised the creature that made up this cage: "Boyce, I like these slime-free tentacles of yours."
Even after washing off the mucus that made him wet all over, he would still smell strongly of Boyce's pheromones for a long time.
In contrast, the tentacles, which are covered with fine and rough lines but are dry and flexible, look cute.
The huge monster let out a low moan of pleasure. The tentacle wrapped around his waist and abdomen rubbed his chest ingratiatingly. Elvis's expression changed slightly, but he still chuckled at the tentacle that seemed to be begging for food. He knew clearly what the tentacle wanted, but he said maliciously: "No."
The tentacles were reluctant to leave, but were unwilling to go against his wishes, and obediently retracted back into their narrow waist.
Seeing that it was obedient, Elvis stretched out his finger and poked it. Sure enough, the tentacles entangled with it again intimately.
"You should heal your injuries quickly, and I should control my mental strength quickly. It's time for us to go home." Elvis kneaded the tentacles and warned them, then hugged the thick tentacles and breathed a sigh of satisfaction.
The tentacles joyfully replenished their energy, and the sweet juices made the entire monster exude a greedy atmosphere.
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The insect queen, trapped in the space composed of layers of tentacles, has blond hair and blue eyes, a handsome face, a slender and strong body, and impeccable muscle lines. She is the kind of handsome and noble person who is full of sexual charm.
I believe that if she appeared on the human planet, she would be the perfect lover who would attract the attention of passers-by and be constantly approached.
But in contrast, his skin was delicate and soft, extremely white and tender, as if the slightest touch would leave a faint red mark.
This extreme delicacy and fragility forms a sharp contrast with the deep face without a trace of femininity, as if a gorgeous and blazing flame is burning in the cold and pure white snow, with a strange and harmonious temptation.
Elvis's flawless white wings slowly stretched out, and the extension of his power strangely relaxed. His body was limp and powerless, and the golden threads of mental power flew uncontrollably in the space that had become narrower without his knowledge.
After absorbing the liquid full of abundant energy, the small scars on the monster's body disappeared, leaving only the huge cracks on the dark golden shell that were so deep that the bones were visible.
The plump and dry tentacles were eager to move towards the sweet spiritual power and white wings, but without the permission of the insect mother, they could only curl up slowly in the corner.
The empty but relaxed comfort made the insect mother, who was alone after waking up, feel sleepy. Her deep blue eyes were filled with water, and physiological tears slid down the corners of her eyes and were greedily licked away by the tentacles under her.
Seeing that Elvis was drowsy, the tentacles surrounding him, filled with a sense of satisfaction, moved cautiously on his body, with a flexibility that was inconsistent with its thick appearance.
It gently untied the rough clothes on Ivis's body, picked them up with the fine flesh teeth on the top and threw them aside. The tiny tentacles with fine thorns drilled in through the gap, rolled up the clothes and pulled them out from the tentacle fence close to the monster's main body.
Even though it moved gently, the rough fabric still left some red marks on the fair and delicate skin.
The monster, his mind full of possession and obsession, couldn't help but think of the fairy tales of humans that the insect mother had once enthusiastically told him.
The tentacles rubbed Elvis's jade-white cheek affectionately - the insect mother was its delicate Princess and the Pea.
But the monster's dilatory movements made Elvis's sleepiness slip away. He grabbed the dishonest tentacle and twisted it, as if teaching this monster that never learned its lesson a lesson.
The air was thick with Boyce's icy, bloody pheromones. Elvis lazily rolled over, hugging the tentacle. His wings trembled and fell to his sides. He lay on the soft tentacle, eyebrows raised slightly, and said jokingly: "You dislike it so much?"
A low hissing sound came from all around, and Elvis could clearly feel the buzzing caused by the tentacles under him.
He gently kicked the dry, soft tentacles beneath him, chuckling and emphasizing his embarrassment: "Speak."
The tentacles rubbed the tight lines of his abdomen soothingly, and Boyce's hoarse voice came out: "It's not good."
Such coarse cloth should not appear on the delicate insect mother, not to mention that it also rubbed the insect mother's skin and made it red and swollen.
"You are obviously the culprit." Elvis complained to his husband in a low voice. Thinking of the stinging sensation of the wet cloth rubbing against his skin, he grabbed the dishonest tentacle and bit it hard as if to vent his anger.
The flexible tentacles didn't feel any pain at all, and they squirmed a few times in indulgence and satisfaction, even softening their hardness considerately.
After the ineffective punishment, the Worm Queen completely lost her sleepiness. Despite the scorching heat outside, the space created by her tentacles was cool and comfortable. The familiar pheromones enveloped her body, providing a great sense of security, yet also making the Worm Queen, who hadn't eaten since waking up, feel hungry.
"I'm hungry, Boyce." The insect mother closed her eyes, and her thick, light golden eyelashes fluttered down like butterfly wings.
The tentacles squirmed, and a round, crystal-clear jade stone was pushed out.
Ives glanced at it and looked away with disinterest.
The Zerg live on energy. Strictly speaking, anything that contains energy can become their food.
This jade stone is rich in energy and is definitely a fine product that can be sold at a high price at an interstellar auction. In the eyes of the Zerg, it is an attractive food.
But the delicate insect queen always put in her mouth rare flowers and plants that were rich in energy, soft and juicy. He collapsed softly on the tentacles and turned his face away unhappily.
The tentacle poked him lightly, and seeing that Elvis was indifferent, it rolled up the crystal clear jade and brought it to the insect mother's mouth.
Ivis sighed, touched the dry tentacles, took a bite of the jade, and swallowed slowly: "Boyce, we have to go back quickly, I don't like this universe anymore."
The monster hummed softly as if in response, but ignored the insect mother's resistance. It moved its tentacles and once again pressed the jade against the insect mother's lips, silently urging him to replenish his energy quickly.
The insect mother was like a cub that refused to eat its meal properly, and it took a long time to eat a piece of jade the size of a palm.
After eating, the tentacles below touched Elvis's tight abdomen, and then slowly explored his flexible chest muscles. After confirming that the insect mother had enough energy, the other tentacle moved its body to push out a set of clothes.
Elvis picked up the clothes and looked at them, his eyes full of ridicule: "Isn't this the clothes I wore? Boyce, where did you hide it?"
The monster made a low sound, its tentacles tapping the clothing with pleasure, and pushed forward again.
Elvis let go of his hand, and the white wings flapped, glowing brightly, full of sacredness that was incompatible with the strange cage.
He pulled the tentacle that was pushing the clothes and pressed it on them.
The monster seemed to have received some supreme reward. He shook out the clothes and carefully put them on Elvis.
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Allen and Colvin stood in front of the one-way glass window of the aircraft, staring at the huge and twisted monster not far away.
They heeded Elvis's warning and the aircraft did not move forward, maintaining the distance at which Elvis left.
After bringing Elvis into the cave, the monster, emitting a delighted aura, remained in a hovering position. After an unknown amount of time, the tiny scars on its body began to disappear, its wriggling tentacles slowly retracted, and its dark golden shell melted.
It is hard to imagine that a monster as huge as a large aircraft finally curled up in the body of a tall man.
They watched as the tall man slowly lowered Elvis from his arms, holding his slender waist possessively.
The disguised monster glanced at the aircraft with its dark blue eyes full of murderous intent, and the ferocious chill made the battle-hardened female soldiers in the aircraft shudder.
Elvis patted Boyce lightly and glanced at him coldly.
As dignified and elegant as a god in the sky with his head bowed, awe-inspiring and indifferent.
Alan stared blankly at the female insect they had picked up. When he saw Elvis and the man beside him were about to leave, he turned around and ordered the pilot to open the hatch.
Chapter 7
The heat waves surged and golden sands flew.
This garbage planet covered with yellow sand is vast and desolate, with only the tiny area beneath our feet showing a faint breath of life.
Elvis gazed at the distant, unending sand dunes, then turned slightly to see Boyce staring intently at him. His dark blue eyes held only a tiny reflection of himself, stubborn and fanatical, suppressing a thicket of dark emotions. The Worm Queen sighed, surprisingly finding the dusty, harsh environment somewhat endearing.
——This was the first time in all these years that the two of them were away from the solemn and vigilant guard. It was just them, the Worm Queen and his husband.
He pursed his lips, and his handsome face relaxed slightly.
"grown ups!"
The urgent call of the military female behind him made Elvis pause. It was the leader of the group of military females.
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