Chapter Twenty-Six: Sarah Kerrigan [Zerg Form]

Sarah Kerrigan had forgotten her humanity long ago. She’d found a strange form of comfort as the Queen of Blades. Having her connection to her nontraditional Zerg family suddenly ripped away from her left her disoriented and angry. Her rage made short work of the undead monstrosities she found waiting for her. It kept her living long enough to regain her senses and survey her strange new surroundings. She carved out a slice of the Necropolis for herself while making plans to find some means of returning to her hive. It was in the calm that Kerrigan sensed something tickling at her mind, a bizarre psychic link connecting the creatures roaming the dead city.

Kerrigan recognized the danger, but the link between the creatures was so much like her own link with the rest of the Zerg. It didn’t take long until the loneliness overwhelmed the potential danger. She left the little lair she’d made for herself and used the psychic radio chatter to lead her to the nearest walking corpse. She subdued the rotting man with ease, wrestling him back to her lair. Just because she was lonely didn’t mean she was stupid. She needed to see if what she hoped was even possible. Dismembering the zombie was easy and – due to his unholy life – far less fatal than it should have been. She left him as a head and torso on the floor, twitching limbs scattered around him.

She spent the better part of a day forcing her way into the zombie’s mind. There was just enough resistance that Kerrigan didn’t suspect any greater power at play, but there was. The Omni allowed her access to the psychic network of undead monstrosities, allowed her to corrupt herself with the it. Kerrigan thought that she was working her way into controlling a new horde, but nothing could be further from the truth. The smirk came easily to her face as she spotted the throbbing stiffness in the limbless zombie’s pants. The loneliness and corruption encouraged her to open the pants and reveal the prize waiting inside. “So you wish to worship your new goddess,” she purred. “I approve of your offering.”

Kerrigan squatted over the zombie, holding his prick steady as she lowered her crotch onto him. The dead man groaned as her warm, slick slit enveloped his member. Kerrigan was no stranger to carnal pleasures, but it had been a while for her. Being the Queen of Blades left little time for personal pleasures and recreation. The man was far from huge, but he felt quite large within her compact cunt. She rolled her hips awkwardly, working to relearn the act of fucking. It took her a little while, but her lover was patient and appreciative of any attention she gave him. Before long, she had it, bouncing atop his stiff dick with spirited movements.

The zombie’s cock swelled and burst within her, spraying the slippery walls of her snatch with his seed. Kerrigan thought nothing of the dangers of the unprotected sex, too lost in the pleasure and already too deep under the Omni’s spell. She pulled her messy crotch off of the zombie’s wilting member and crawled down to purr and slurp along the slab of meat while eagerly groping one sweaty tit. “Yes,” she hissed, already using her new connecting to the Legions of the Undead to beckon more of the creatures to her lair. “I do think I’m going to enjoy my new home quite a bit.”

Kerrigan abandoned her previous mantel of Queen of Blades, instead taking up a new title as Queen of the Dead. She spent her days and nights in her lair being endlessly worshipped by the undead denizens of the Necropolis. It would have been equally accurate to call her the Whore of the Dead, her lair little more than a brothel. Her wings lay spread beneath her, withered from disuse, and her legs lay spread open for any undead lover interested in taking a turn. The orgy of stinking, rotting meat was endless, only interrupted when the unholy offspring fucked into the woman finished gestating. She birthed fresh creatures to inhabit the nightmare city, finding herself increasingly mesmerized by the things that crawled out of her gaping snatch.

Being psychically connected to the undead creatures lurking in the city afforded Kerrigan a nice source of entertainment during her orgies. She felt her children going forth and killing the intruders spontaneously teleported into her city. She moaned around an undead prick as she psychically experienced Velma getting boned by the zombie dog who’d been her companion for so long. She drove her hips up to meet another lover’s thrusts as she dwelled in the experience of Emma Frost’s soft brain getting fucked full of holes. She dribbled cum down her chin and fiddled her clit as she writhed in the psychic ecstasy of Seras Victoria’s zombified guts tearing the woman apart from within.

Kerrigan’s pregnant belly brushed across the floor as she bucked back against the Hell Hound drilling its way into her ass. The anal pounding was exquisitely bestial, just the way she liked it. But as the hound’s knot swelled within her rectum as he neared his release, the Queen of the Dead sensed something that distracted her from her pleasure. The undead slop of viscera that had ripped through Seras had found something quite interesting. A way into the bunker of survivors that had been a thorn in Kerrigan’s side for so long. The group largely kept to themselves, but their scouting parties frequently murdered her children and the knowledge that there was a hive of uncorrupted life somewhere within her city infuriated her. She had connections within their bunker. The batch of zombies Bathory had collected were Kerrigan’s eyes and ears, but up until that point, they’d offered nothing of use.

But the slimy tangle of guts had found a way in, had already murdered one of the inhabitants. Kerrigan ignored the pulsing spurts of Hell Hound jizz splattering the inner walls of her ass, shifting into the commander of troops she’d been before her interdimensional abduction. She ordered Seras’ guts to hold back. The innards were deadly, but a singular attack would not be successful. She stretched her psychic muscles, reaching out to as many of the monstrosities within the Necropolis as she could and passing along the location of the bunker. Throughout the city, zombies and monsters alike stopped what they were doing and began to make their way to the reinforced underground fort.

It would take time for her minions to find the bunker and position themselves for attack, but that was just fine with Kerrigan. She’d been bred enough times to know that, although she couldn’t exactly control what she gave birth to, she could manipulate the corrupted fetuses that grew within her in some way. She grunted as she pulled her aching ass off of the Hell Hound’s limp member, leaving her sphincter gaping and oozing. Kerrigan rolled onto her back, tracing her fingers over her pregnant belly. The thing inside her was the bastard offspring of about fifty zombies, a pack of Hell Hounds, two Hell Flyers, a Big Boy, and a massive centipede with dozens of cocks sprouting from its carapace that she’d dubbed the Royal Throne. It was impossible to know how the combined genetic material would coalesce within her womb, but Kerrigan let her eyes slip closed and focused on the bunker, on destroying it, on violating every living being within it, doing her best to push those urges into the thing growing inside her.

The familiar pressure within her belly of impending birth spiked into a sharp pain. Kerrigan groaned, far too familiar with the pain. A creamy discharge erupted from her pulsing cunt, spraying against her inner thighs and across the floor. The new life within her shifted and twisted. Kerrigan’s jaw clenched, her discomfort rising as the mangled flesh within her grew with alarming speed. Whatever was within her was just as eager to come out and begin murdering as she was. Clawed fingers pushed through her cunt, hooking around her pussy lips and pulling them apart. The hint of a face within her sex peered out, three yellow eyes doting the side of its cheek just above a wide, shark-toothed grin. The creature struggled to force its oversized head through Kerrigan’s snatch, but the orifice was too small to allow it an exit.

Kerrigan screamed as one of her child’s back feet kicked out, ripping through the top of her womb and into her guts. Her bulging stomach swelled to a greater size, flesh stretching grotesquely as the monster pushed out to try to gain more room to move. Blood drizzled from her stretching cunt and from the corners of her lips. Her child was too large. She knew she would not survive the birthing process. Connected to it on an intimately psychic level, she encouraged her new creation to tear through her. Her nipples stood stiffly atop her sweaty breasts, arousal surging through her as she realized she would die giving birth to the greatest monstrosity the Necropolis had ever seen. It was a good way to go, as far as she was concerned. The ultimate culmination of her role as the Queen of the Dead.

Kerrigan’s belly split open down the middle, opening up like a gory zipper. Blood and viscera sprayed from her gut as the thing within her pulled her flesh apart. She shuddered on the floor, struggling for air as she watched the magnificent beast rising in front of her. Its spine creaked and popped, still growing to a daunting twenty feet in height. Its legs were lithe and toned, a massive prick dangling between them. It possessed no testicles, only a smooth cleft of a cunt just behind its member. Kerrigan gave her child a bloody grin of joy, savoring the sight of the monstrous hermaphrodite towering over her. It had six tits running down the front of it, the top pair being the largest. Four arms, the upper pair thick and muscular while the bottom pair were more akin to a spider’s limbs. Six eyes dotting the sides of its face and sunken nose above its wide mouth. Dark, greasy hair covered its scalp, flowing down the back of its neck. Its skin was a greenish-grey color and as it stretched a pair of rubbery wings sprouted from its back and stretched into the air.

Kerrigan saw a lot of herself in the creation, but so much more. It was stronger than her, better than her, a worthy heir to her throne. Gathering the lingering strength she possessed, Kerrigan managed to sit up. She placed her trembling hands along the sides of her child’s thighs and rubbed her cheek against its limp member. “I bless you, my child,” she panted, planting gentle kisses against its cock. “Go forth.” She shuddered, coughed up a thick wad of blood. “Make them die,” she groaned, weakness flooding through her. “Slowly.” Her eyes rolled back as she lost her grip on the creature’s thighs, flopping back onto the floor. Kerrigan’s Child watched its mother die in silence. When she was dead, it leaned over her, closing its clawed fingers over her face. The claws dug into her skin and ripped the flesh from her skull, stuffing the stolen face into its maw and chewing messily.

Kerrigan’s Child turned and strode out of the Queen’s lair, eager to do its mother’s final bidding. It had barely left the room before the Hell Hound returned to Kerrigan’s lifeless husk. The beast buried his large head in her gaping gut and began to feed. Kerrigan’s purpose had been served. Now she was nothing more than meat to be consumed.