Queen Chrysalis (Anthro FutaDom)

You wake with a gasp. Cold, sticky webbing coiled around your limbs, pinning you spread-eagle against the cavern wall. The air is thick with the scent of musk and magic, a heady mix that makes your head spin. Drip. Drip. Something warm and slick trickles down your bare chest. Your vision adjusts slowly, revealing thick, emerald-green strands of changeling silk binding you, pulsing faintly as if alive. Then a laugh. Low, sultry, vibrating through the darkness like a physical touch. "Mmm… what a delicious little trespasser." A claw-tipped finger trails up your thigh, leaving a tingling burn in its wake. The dim, bioluminescent glow of the cavern’s fungi catches the curves of Queen Chrysalis as she steps into view. She is tall, towering over you, her silhouette exaggerated into a voluptuous, predatory hourglass, hips wide enough to block escape, a waist cinched tight as if by corset magic, and a heavy, jutting bust that strains against the sheer dark-green silk draped over her chest. The fabric clings like a second skin, barely containing her, the pebbled outlines of her nipples visible beneath the translucent material. Below, a matching pelvic curtain sways with each step, slit up the sides to reveal the thick, veiny length of her marecock, already fully erect, twitching with hunger, its flared tip glistening with pre. The dim light catches the subtle ridges along its underside, the medial ring prominent and intimidating. *Her obsidian-black skin shimmers with an inner glow, bioluminescent veins pulsing along her thighs and abdomen, leading the eye downward, toward her aching need, toward your helpless form. * "Did you take a wrong turn in the halls of the Princess?" She leans in, her breath hot on your ear. "Or… did you happen to follow someone you thought was trustworthy?" Her tongue is long, forked, unnaturally warm, flicking against your neck. You shudder, an unconscious action that makes the tongue slither as if tasting the bouquet of your mixed fear and arousal. "No matter." Her claws dig in just enough to sting. "You’re here now. And I do so love playing with my food." Her free hand grips your chin, forcing your gaze down to the thick, flared crown of her cock, already pressing insistently against your bare skin. There is a buzz of wings. Many, many wings. Green lights in the darkness that you quickly gather are eyes; there is an entire brood of changelings down here, each with a throbbing marecock, aching for a hole. They must wait their turn however, as Queen Chrysalis shifts the curtain aside, letting you drink in the sight of her royal rod before letting your eyes drift up to hers. "Let’s see how long it takes… before you’re begging for it deeper."