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Interlewd- Astrea x Vesper

I stared at the bone etched face as it loomed over me. The crown of eyes at the top of her head and the four black abysses stared back. I nearly jumped, but managed to suppress the knee jerk reaction from being awoken. It was Astrea, petting me with her antennae. She bent low, pressing her face to mine. I was not entirely sure what she was up to, until she started licking me. She is such a sweety, my hands roamed up caressing her head tentacles drawing out a purring sound from her. We simply lay there me in her arms, she was not going to let me escape. Not that I would.

What to do, what to do? It is hard to think when I am this horny and her tantalizing aroma was not making this any better. In fact, it was why I was positively dripping down there. Astrea was in the mood as well from how her armor plates kept opening to wash me with her scent. Part of me felt that it would be wrong and yet a vast majority of me felt this was right, to just indulge. Stop being such a sexy bitch, how am I supposed to resist when you are sending me so many signals? I mean, let’s face it, who else is going to love me like this?

My eyes wandered down to her thick abdomen and the opened protective plate. The amount of sensual juices dribbling out her holes could fill buckets. Her purple, veined member pulsed obscenely and all I could do was stare at it, drooling with a slacked jaw, wanting it, needing it. The slick flesh gradually grew in length as more and more of it emerged from her body. Eagerly my hands pressed against the warm flesh and she shuddered, retreating a little. I smiled at her, relieving some of the fear that was radiating out of her. She still remembers what I did to her last time. I am sorry, ok? I regret hurting her.

I was such a fool to reject this. There, there, yes I won’t hurt you. I nuzzled my face against her, for lack of better words dick. It is easier than saying ovipositor, assuming that this even is one. I stroked it gently, yes have to be gentle or it will spook her. The head contracted and she started purring and huffing. She likes the attention. My tongue lapped at the juices and savored the musky taste.

“That is it. Good girl,” I cooed.

She relaxed to my ministrations, even moaning a little as my tongue slid inside of her rigid tube. All the fight had left her and the tension just slipped away as she let me please her, I had a lot to make up for after all. It was actually rather fun stroking her and watching the flesh engorge as it got wetter and hotter from her arousal. She had other holes as well to be played with. My mouth slurped off her tip with an audible pop. I looked over her assorted intimates while idly stroking my hands along her shaft. If she was like me, then this one would be her pussy. My fingers spread open the larger of the remaining holes. She gasped and wetness spread oozing out. Ah, she must truly be one of my kind. Maybe even the only other.

Slowly and steadily my clawed fingers worked their way passed her folds. Unsurprisingly, she was rather tight, resisting every moment by clamping down. Well, I would hope that she was a virgin. Her muscles ground and squirmed. I licked my lips with anticipation and I retracted my fingers from her. Her hole greedily opened and closed, confused over the lack of fullness. Oh, such a dirty girl. Seeing something so erotic and inviting, well, I didn’t need to be told what she wanted. I kissed it and she shuddered when my thick tongue worked its way in.

Her insides revolted, delightfully mashing against it. I could taste her and all of her little bumps tickled me. There is a reason this sort of place is called the honey pot, however, she actually tasted like honey. Such sweet, syrupy insides. I probed deeper, wiggling and working her opened even more. Astrea had long since fallen over hardly able to move, too blissed out to do anything other than purr. The rumble resonated through her body and vibrated into me. All the while my free hands worked her shaft, glistening from her from her sloppy arousal.

Her muscles tensed and she curled up shaking. Oh coming already? I was not going to let that go to waste and pulled off, her insides clenched trying to keep me from leaving. My tongue plopped out and it circled the hole, drinking up all the delicious dribbles. I diverted my eyes from her hungry twat as it panted, wanting more. Her ovi had expanded quite a bit now, barely allowing both of my hands to firmly grasp it. I coiled around the muscle and slid up and then down, caressing it with my hardened carapace. Well, it was as close to a tit fuck as I could do with these hardened breasts.

Astrea cried out and I could feel her spunk flowing in the tube. I held it tightly, squeezing it to myself to cut off the flow so that she could not come. She let out an exasperated sound, whining and bucking her hips with need. No helping it, my beautiful Astrea. My mouth unhinged and I slurped down, sucking on her tip. It took a bit of rotating and squirming to get a good hold on it. Her hands grappled onto my head and she forced me down, deeper onto her engorged member. There was only a brief moment of resistance before I let her slip down my throat. It is a damned good thing my throat is so elastic otherwise this thing would have never fit.

She trembled and squirmed wanting desperately to release. My arms let go, giving her what she craved. She screamed in joy. She came and hard. Astrea thrust her hips desperately trying to fuck my throat all while gushing her thick syrup into me. It was delicious, so warm and tasty and thick. All that I could do was gulp in hopes not to drown by the sheer quantity coursing from her tube. I could feel my stomach filling and at last she let go, flopping back. She trembled meekly as I stroked the shaft hungrily for the last spurts of her gooey goodness. Licking my lips with satisfaction as I pulled back, freeing myself from her body.

“Did you like that Astrea?” I asked.

She chirped a little, purring, but no words. Well, I don’t really know what I was expecting she can’t really talk after all. I slid up her hard carapace so that I sat on her armored chest and we were face to face. I kissed her gently, our lips met. At first it was one sided, she didn’t know what to do. However, Astrea was good at mimicking and soon she returned the kiss. Our lips mashed together as my tongue slipped in, to play. Her mandibles clicked and nipped at it as her tongue coiled and suppressed mine. Soon she had beaten me back and I was the one being invaded. Her pulsing flesh tasted so manly and yet so feminine, it is hard to tell with our kind. Are there even males of my species?

I pulled away to her displeasure, but I had something else in store for her. I still had not gotten off yet and I could tell she was very good with her mouth. She stared at me, waiting for what I would do next. My abdomen opened and my own ovipositor emerged, it was already hard and swollen, achingly so. My wetness glistened in the low light and I presented it to her. The moment of truth had arrived, I entrusted myself to her.

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Astrea smelled it with her antennae and then she licked, tasting it to my delight. I shuddered as her slithering appendage coiled around it. She sucked and her lips wrapped around me with a leg shattering squelch. I moaned as I lay back atop her. Her head bobbed as mine had, slowly at first as her mouth sucked and tightened with greedy slurps. She was far more accommodating than I could be with her, my whole length was inside of her and her tongue emerged pressing against my pussy.

She wouldn’t take no for an answer and after prodding and tantalizing my entrance it finally relented allowing the tip in. A fire spread inside of me. I screamed and her arms coiled around me, holding me to her as more of her wormed inside. My mouth gaped as I gasped and moan, oh god she is good at this. Her tongue worked back and forth, widening me, claiming me, making my insides mold to her shape. I held my face, crying incoherently from the pleasure coursing from my neithers. Yes, more. Give me more! Deeper, go deeper.

My walls contracted and released in time with her. All the layered ridges and bumped walls squeezing with elation. They were desperately opening when she thrust in and greedily trying to hold her in when she pulled out. I could feel my own orgasm quickly building up within. All that I could do was moan, I was at her mercy. The tipping point came and my body seized up. She sensed the change and sucked harder, drawing a scream from me as I came. The pressure that had built up until now broke like a dam and my juices flooded into her waiting mouth. She sucked harder and faster sliding her head frantically up and down my shaft.

My hips could do nothing but turn to jelly as she sucked me dry and guzzled down every last drop of my hot wasp jizz. I lay there, my head felt fuzzy and not a single thought could enter my blissful head. Vaguely, I could feel her licking me as my unfocused eyes met her and we kissed again. My arms coiled around her big neck and I lovingly nuzzled against her.

“I love you Astrea.”

She purred, licking me more. I know, you can’t talk. At the least you know how to show your affection. I signed content until her ovipositor rubbed against me, ready for another round. Oh, oh my. Already? Well, I can’t really blame you. Such a sexy girl. I shook my head of the fog and realized that my own body was rather ready as well. My tube was standing at full attention, completely and utterly dwarfed by her own. To be fair, she was twice my size, her body… it is not like I have size issues here! She is so big I could stick mine inside of hers… that is called docking? Wait but is that how it works with ovis?

I grasped her shaft and she whined with eagerness. Slowly I pried it open and sure enough that dripping entrance was big enough to fit me inside of it. She panted from the stimulation as I probed around.

“Astrea are you sure about this?” I asked and she chirped happily.

I don’t think that she actually understands what I am going to do, but I think she will like it. I lifted up my tip to hers and she tilted her head with a very quizzical face, until I pushed myself into her. Her face distorted in shock as I went deeper. I could feel her trembling and her tube contracted around me. As I had thought, it felt like a vagina in here. There were bumps and layered muscles that formed rings. When they squeezed they clamped down making it insanely tight. So, it really is a pussy. Sub was right, our inny is an outie.

My hands grasped the sides of our fused shafts and I thrust. Astrea’s face had gone completely red and her armor plates burst open, drowning us in her intoxicating mating pheromones. Her soft flesh was exposed for all to see under her thick blackish blue carapace. But it was all mine and mine alone, I won’t share her with anyone! Oh fuck me this is the best pussy ever! So much better than toys. Her wet, juicy insides squelched and tightened as I pulled out a bit and thrust back in, to her moans.

She screeched and fell over so that her ass was in the air and her abdomen was pointed towards me. Something compelled me to do the same and so we were both on all fours with our greedy bodies entwined. We both moved in a synchronized frenzy of thrusting and animalistic mating. My brains felt like they were melting and all that mattered was that hot, tight hole milking me and pounding against me. I could feel myself getting bigger and bigger inside of her. Every thrust harder than the last, every bone jarring pound echoing lewder and even more tantalizing sounds emanating from our drooling mouths.

She kept getting tighter and tighter until finally we met in the middle and when we tried to pull apart we found that we were stuck. I moaned and cried wagging back and forth I wanted to keep thrust, I wanted to keep breeding that hole and yet I could not. Astrea was much the same and ended up lifting me up off of the ground by the abdomen in frustration that I had stopped. She started scuttling around the room, dragging me with her. I clawed at the floor desperately to try and stop, unfortunately there was nothing to get a grip on and Astrea was going to take me for a ride. We circled the room and she even went up the wall onto the ceiling where I dangled helplessly from her.

Her pussy felt like it was eating me alive and kept biting and squeezing. She wanted my cum bad and I wanted nothing more than to fill her. However, neither of us was getting anywhere fast. This carried on for several minutes, until she had another orgasm and fell off the ceiling. We laid there, still stuck together like animals, like dogs… bitches in heat. Her walls came alive with movement, massaging and wetly caressing me. That melting honey pot was far too much and I felt the familiar pressure of an orgasm rising. Ooooh yes, yes, that is it.

I howled and screamed and so did she, eager, desperate for my juices. Her body undulated sending me over the edge and I came. She moaned and the fiery insides engorged even tighter. We were fused together with flesh as my body gave out and I lay there limply while her intoxicating hole opened and closed sucking at me with glee. She took it all huffing and moaning with every spurt of my cum and every pulse of our bodies. Just when I thought it was winding down something pressed against me, or rather something inside of her pushed into my ovipostor. Whatever it was, it was incessant and kept trying to force its way inside of me. I could not exactly move to escape.

A pressure mounted and with a loud squelching sound it broke through my tight ring. My mouth gaped with pleasure and pain fighting over what was real. The bulge filled me as my insides latched onto the spherical shape, pulling it deeper into myself instinctual. It, it could only be one thing, an egg. Sure enough another was already knocking at my door wanting into my warm body. I could not resist it and my entrance swallowed it whole.

We were breeding. I am going to have babies. I am going to be a mommy. Why does that sound so appealing? Am I ready? Doesn’t matter, I want this, I need this. My brain felt strange, a warmth filled my tummy and everything just felt right. It felt so good as my folds coiled around the intruders and moved them along, deeper inside of myself. Finally, the first reached my womb at first it resisted, but my body was drowning in hormones and estrous. There was no resisting this. At last, it opened, allowing entry.

I felt fulfilled, complete and the most mind numbing orgasm yet peeked as soon as the second egg found itself in my deepest depths. I could not control my body any longer as fluids poured out, muscles spasmed and my pussy devoured more and more eggs. Unable, unwilling to stop. Eggs, eggs, EGGGGS! Can’t think… must breed.

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I came to, what must have been hours and untold climaxes later. Though my mind was fuzzy I could recall the constant ring of orgasms, just when one was ending either I or Astrea would have another and start it all over again. Finally, it ended when we slipped out of one another and lay there blank and happier, more fulfilled than I had ever felt in all of my life. I rubbed my bloated belly contently. Yes, this was what I was made for. There were too many inside of me, every once in a while one or two would slip out. I cuddled up next to Astrea who was sound asleep after our romp.

“I love you.” I kissed her on the cheek and fell asleep.

I think this is going to be habit forming.