The Worm King

Dear readers - this is a short story written by Tal Volkozha, a first time contributor from Montreal (CA). I want you to approach it with an open mind, and understand that there are many different ways people live their lives in the world 😁

---------------------------------------------------------------

It all started with an intrusive thought, as most things do. I was laying on the couch swatting at mosquitos after a long hot summers day of farm labour. Everyone on the commune left for square dancing that night and I was in a funk at home. You see it’s been a long fucking time since I’ve been fucked. Sure I’VE fucked people; I’ll finger my supervisor when she asks and I’ll let my homie dry hump on my thighs when they’re feeling feral, but nobody and I mean NOBODY has fucked ME in months. I was bored out of my mind!!! Bored of my hands, bored of my pillow, bored of my barely functioning vibrator, bored of the shitty shower head pressure, bored of my hairbrush handle and bored of the cucumbers I harvest. Every prior tool of pleasure made me want to vomit. And of all the people living on this commune, not one crush was to be had.

It was about time that I go dump the weekly compost into the worm enclosure. A chore of no great significance to me, but as I opened the box and watched the worms wriggle, their pink flesh glistening under the rays of the full moon, I started to feel heat spread across my face and my pussy was throbbing. I didn’t really think twice about it, we can call it animalistic instinct. I unbuckled my overalls and pulled down my boxers, gently pressing a single worm into my pussy. This worm took to my flesh canal like a fish to water. The pleasure was instantaneous, I placed another and then another... 3 worms were inside me, thrashing around, searching for something... I squirmed as they found my gspot, forming a pulsating spiral. So I continued adding worms, wanting to experience as much pressure as wormly possible. I fell to my knees overtaken by the sensation, no longer able to control my limbs, my body started contorting so horrifically I thought I was about to transform into a wherewolf. I sensed spiritually that the worms wanted me to cum as badly as I did, and just as that thought came I had the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my short pathetic life. My eyesight vanished and I started to cry. The brute force of convulsion from my pussy forced several worms to fall out, but the rest clung on. I quickly got up scanning the fields to make sure nobody witnessed my moment of enlightenment, and carefully placed each worm back into its habitat, thanking them with silent prayer for breathing new life into my body. That night I dreamt of the towns people gathering around my bedroom window with pitchforks, chanting “kill the witch”, all for discovering the pleasure within worms.

After that first encounter, everything changed. All I could think about while I ploughed the fields is when I’d get a moment alone with the worms. My obsession grew with every new visit. It felt like the worms were learning new ways to wiggle inside me, each time was better then the last and I would become desperate and depressed after several days without any opportunity to pay them a visit. My neighbours and friends could tell something about me was different, some thought I had a new glow on my face, others only noticed my antisocial behaviour. But nobody truly knew my secret.

And then I met him. I was told that a new member would be joining us to help with the late summer harvest, but as always I paid no real interest to this news. That is until I laid my eyes on him. He was tall, extremely slender, with the most beautiful pink glowing skin. His facial features were all peculiarly tiny, and he had freshly shaven his head bald. Actually, he was completely and utterly hairless, not even having any eyebrows or eyelashes. His most distinct feature was the way he carried himself. His walk could only be described as a slither, I was mesmerized. This may be a cliché but in my head I dubbed him “The Worm King” and I knew that I needed to get him inside of me. So I started my courtship as best as I could, I would offer him scraps from my breakfast, lunch and dinner. He liked this a great deal, and would thank me for my kindness. He wasn’t much of a talker, I liked that about him too. I’d often watch him secretly as he dug through the soil with his bare hands, dirt getting under the crevasse of each fingernail, the joy on his face during these moments was so pure, I felt guilty for witnessing it. I couldn’t tell if he liked me for a long time, but one day when we were working side by side, a gust of wind blew past us and he looked up at me, bewildered, whispering “You have a beautiful earthy scent, it gave me goosebumps.” I blushed so hard I thought my face would explode.

I forget where everyone went that faithful night, as I simply did not give a fuck. My eyes were set on one thing. After I stuffed as many worms as I could up my pussy, I went to find The Worm King. At this point I had learned to control the sensation inside me by a certain morse code kegal language I had developed. Like any good trainer, the worms listened to the commands of my pussy. I found him lying by the stream, in a patch of damp dirt, solely in a pair of boxers. I made myself known and laid next to him, not saying a word. He stretched out his arm to touch mine, slowly and softly inspecting my body with intention and curiosity. I slipped out of my clothes, as did he, and he started licking me from the base of my neck, to my chin, to my lips. We were intertwined in a way I didn’t think was humanly possible, and when he slipped his worm inside of me, all I could see in the dark was his tiny eyes widening in shock. “Wha-What is this” he gasped. I let out a moan, responding “Welcome home, Worm King”. But to my disappointment, he didn’t last long, I should have known that the pleasure of hundreds of worms wrapped around his cock would have been too much. In mere seconds he let out the loudest sound that has ever escaped his minute mouth. “I can’t take it, I’m gonna cum!And as he tried to pull out, the worms tightened their grip around his dick, forcing him to fill me with oozing hot liquid nectar. The force of his ejaculation was so brutal he shot out of me, falling straight into the river. A fountain of worms and cum poured all over me. In that moment, all I could do was laugh and laugh, for I knew no mortal man could ever know how to pleasure me like the worms.