Vesper X Astrea (Beginning of the End)

My eyes shot open and I found myself staring into the very depths of the abyss. No, those were eyes. Something loomed over me with a face etched in white bone. ME?! No, I am me and I am here, then who the fuck is that?! There is not like a mirror or anything is there? I know that I am in reality land and not some fantasy. Wait, the face is a little weird like it was melted. I don’t have a ring of eyes on my forehead and I don’t have head tentacles. I mean, I got tendrils, but not full-blown limbs like that. Her mouth opened and just like mine, the face lifted up revealing a deadly pair of mandibles. She clicked them together, making a strange sound. I am sorry, I don’t speak bug.

I tried to crawl away, but her arms slammed down around me. I froze up. She certainly is bigger than me and from the looks of those arms, stronger. My antennae squirmed on top of my head out of fear and then something slapped me across the face. I blinked from the sudden attack and I realized what it was, her feelers. Holy shit, those things are like twice the size of mine. They roved and caressed my face, one twirled around my shivering antennae, while the other slid down my front. Umm, where you going with that thing? Whoa, whoa, hey, I don’t know you like that. You are invading my personal space here!

“Get off of me!” I screeched, kicking at her.

She was taken aback by the sudden outburst and I got on all sixes, scurrying away like a roach. Just as I had started to gain momentum something grappled onto my leg. I glanced over my shoulder in horror, she had snagged my foot and that powerful arm was dragging me back in.

“No!” I screamed and dug my claws into the cement for traction.

It didn’t really do much as the claws gouged grooves in the ground and I steadily was reeled in. I squirmed as she grabbed my hips for a better grip. She held me down so that I could not get away. She loomed over me and I shivered in terror. Her hands touched me all over, my eyes swam and I covered my face, crying. It was odd though, she wasn’t really doing anything. I was expecting to be ripped apart and eaten, but it never happened. She flopped me over so that I faced her. I kept covering my eyes and she would pull them back. It was almost like a game of peek a boo. The head tentacles touched me and I reeled away.

“Scared?” said a deep voice from over me.

I froze, staring up at her, that was definitely her, “You, you talk?”

She didn’t reply, nuzzling against me. The mandibles gently nipped at my carapace, making a scratching sound. If I didn’t know any better she was snuggling me, but that don’t make any sense. What the hell even is this thing? It kinda looks like me, it smells like me… actually, now that I am paying attention, what is this alluring stench? The raw sewage and spoiled meat is kinda ruining it, but something is definitely familiar. Wait, I have smelled this before. This is that stink that was getting Sub riled up a while ago.

Wait, but if she is a Vespidian then that means I am not the only one. By Helix’s suckers. I am not alone. For shame, judging her before she even did anything to warrant it. I mean she hasn’t hurt me and as far as I can tell she saved me from the spider. I should really give the benefit of the doubt. Didn’t Neon Nurse say that I should be able to communicate through smell? Although that was conjecture, so it is a gamble. What do I want to get across to her? This is a hard choice, well, for now, I need to stop the scent of fear. No telling what she might do if she is exposed to it for too long. She might see me as prey or something. Hmm, I guess happy scent would be the way to go? I don’t want to set her off or anything. Worth a shot.

I concentrated, suppressing my emotions until the scent of fear vanished. There we go, now then happy thoughts. I pondered over the varied games, stories, and shows that I partake in. Even delving a little into the naughtier side of things like my fervent exercises with Black Thunder. At any rate, it did the trick and I smelled of some sort of citrus fruit. To get my point across, I vented, allowing the musky aroma to plume up in the heated mist. Whelp, I guess the ball is out of my court now. I wonder how first contact is going to go?

She sat there, eyeing me while her antennae drank in my smells. The face seemed to smile, though I am probably just imagining that. Well, at the least she seems somewhat intelligent. She was thinking, processing I suppose. That is good, it means she isn’t just some instinct driven- Her tongue slapped against my face. Come on, stop that, it tickles. Ugh, her breath is awful, like rotting flesh. What have you been devouring down here? She is tasting me… uh oh. She isn’t going to like eat me, is she? Don’t tell me she is a cannibal or something.

“Don’t eat me! I need an adult!” I wailed, clawing at her hardened exoskeleton.

She gave me a strange look, the eyes squinting. Eh, did I just dig my own grave? Contrary to my fears she didn’t appear to be hungry for me, well at the least in that way. After a few minutes of her silent licking and incessant kissing or rather sucking at my face, she vented. Oh dear Helix! By all that is holy and pure, she… she wants to do me. The pheromones gave it away in spades. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad? What am I thinking, there is no way I am going to have sex in this hell hole. Set the mood for fuck sakes! I am not some cheap whore you can clobber over the head and drag back to your lair like some caveman.

She hovered over me, fanning the musky scent from her exposed abdomen all over me. Stop that! You are cheating. Noooo! I don’t wanna ride the pony! My body was betraying me though, steadily heating up and getting moist in various places. Damn you! I mean I think we are the same species. I could be wrong about that though… wait. I peered at her underside, sure enough, she did have hardened boobies. Draping the ground behind her bulging abdomen were a pair of orange tattered wings. If that wasn’t proof, I don’t know what is.

She rolled me again so that I was ass in the air. My abdomen curled like a whipped dog’s tail reactively. Her lower hands gripped the back of my head, holding on like handle bars. Oh, so that is what those are for. It was for sex all along, I should have known. My tendrils coiled around her fingers, caressing and touching. So smooth and hard, I shivered in anticipation. Just smelling her was making me lose my mind and the apprehensions I had were quickly fading away. My resistance crumbled below her dominant aroma. Which led to my eager abdomen bobbing back up and even opening the protective plate. Exposing my most sensitive of places.

Shields are down captain, prepare for boarding party!

‘Sub! I knew this was your doing!’

It is about half and half, actually. So, just have fun for once, will you? It would probably be best if you don’t resist, she might hurt us, you know? I mean, I know you are into that, but we don’t know how far our new friend will take things.

‘Sub! I will get you for this!’

For what? You want it just as much as I do. Just let it happen. Indulge your primal side, no one is watching, no one is judging. No one will ever know. Give me this and I will stop nagging you for a while, deal?

As much as I hated to admit it, Sub was right here. All the cumulated stress and holding back has been really getting to me. ‘Fine, but we are even after this.’

“Be gentle!” I cried, covering my face.

My mind raced with depravities and addled fantasies of our coupling. If we were going to be lovers, then I should think of a name… Astrea sounds good. Doubts started to gnaw through my pheromone-fueled mind. I mean it is my first time, with a real life person since I got this body. Well, besides Glitter Kitten and them, but I don’t remember that so as far as I was concerned that was all Sub. I wonder how big her schwanzstucker is, it must be huge? For that matter, will I be putting it in her or will she be putting it in me?

I really have been holding back, there is only so much I can take. My dribbling abdomen was rather willing and I didn’t particularly want to deny it any longer. I hope she is rough and dominant and thoroughly breeds me! It would be lovely if- I heard the telltale sound that I knew was the protective plate opening. Just hearing that, drinking in the heated scent of arousal that came flooding out was enough to make my mind go blank. I gulped, salivating uncontrollably. My brain feels like it is melting and it is so warm and gooey. So this is what a mating rut feels like. I hardly even registered the thud on the ground… thud?

It was kinda like when a guy is so hung he unzips his pants and you hear it hit the floor in the movies, except there was nothing funny about this. I peered between my legs to see the pulsating member flopped on the floor. My eyes nearly ripped open. The last vestiges of my sanity slapped my depraved self in the face, jarring me into a clearer state of mind. It pressed against my belly, dry humping me. This gave me a very personal and up-close look at what exactly was about to be taking up residence inside of me. I honestly never thought that I would say this in all my life, but it was too big.

This wasn’t even an exaggeration. The more that I looked at it, the more I thought that it would split me in half. Big, huge, enormous, gargantuan, titanic! It is going to sink my iceberg! That thing is going to kill me. I mean, I like em big, but not that big! It appears that I have bitten off more than I can chew. Even Sub seems to have realized the mistake. Good to know she isn’t crazy enough to go for it.

My eyes swam as I tried to figure out a way to appease her without getting my ass broken. I put my hands up in her face and she paused for a moment. She was considering my actions and intentions. Her feelers twitched about rubbing me affectionately. I shifted so that I faced her, yeah, her bug cock was intimidating. And here I thought that I was hung. It pulsed with arousal, heated air rising off of it. I gulped my eyes transfixed by her glorious ovipositor.

‘I could… no, no I really shouldn’t.’

You better do something or she might not be able to hold back.

‘I, I know that!’

The tube was long, throbbing, and purple. Segmented folds were present under the bumps and nubs that covered the surface of it. Those folds were how it extended and got erect. Judging by how few there were, it was clear she had a raging hard-on for me. Tentatively, I poked it, ooh squishy. The smell coming off of it made my head spin. There was a soft cheese like substance in all of the folds it was so… hot- er, I mean dirty, dirty, dirty. Well, can I blame her? We are in a sewer after all. Something tells me she can’t exactly bathe down here. Holding back the welling urge to worship this thing like my new god I reached out and got a good grip on the shaft with all four hands. I, I have to clean it.

Astrea let out a soft huffing sound as she sat down, watching me with interest. Slowly my hands rubbed her, reverently even. I was being particularly sure to be gentle. I mean it is a sensitive spot after all. I wormed my fingers in, scraping out all of the smegma from between a fold. The act was apparently extremely pleasurable for her. She pet me approvingly, licking and kissing my antennae. The pleasant aroma radiating out of her let me know that she was enjoying it. It didn’t take long for her to start chirping and purring as I picked up the pace.

I stared down at the secretion on my fingers… it smelled musky, manly even. Unconsciously, I rubbed my legs together. I wonder… I licked it, finding the taste to be a little fishy, but it wasn’t bad. At least not to my weird sense of taste. Actually, now that I was savoring it in my mouth… it was surprisingly tasty. I wanted more.

Her membrane spread as my fingers pried a fold open and my tongue descended into the crevice. I used it to scoop out the hidden treasure. I circled her member, lavishing it with kisses and cleaning it as I went. Though she didn’t speak, I could see the shivers of pleasure coursing up it into her body. Each pass made her wetter and harder in my grasp. I had hardly gotten the final ring of sweat and grim out when she reached her peak.

Her mouth gaped as her tongue hung loose and she moaned. The ovipositor bulged obscenely and started throbbing harder in my grasp. I felt the surge of spunk inside and braced as it shot out. It arced up, straight into my face. The explosion of her scent filled my antennae and the sweet taste oozed over my taste buds. I shuddered, venting in a daze. Eagerly, I scraped it off of my carapace and fed it into my gaped mouth devouring all of her delicious goop. I held my head in bliss. What a wonderful mate, she is feeding me.

The thudding in my chest had reached the point that it sounded like thunder to me. Every heartbeat surged blood away from my brain and engorged my slick honey pot. It was enough to make me feel woozy and unbelievably horny. I grasped her member again and continued stroking it for her creamy goodness. Give me more. I am going to milk you dry.

She liked that. She liked it a lot as she chirped at me and I could feel her tentacles exploring my body. One found my exposed pussy. More soon honed in, rubbing me until my hole was flooded with arousal and gaping from the prodding. They took turns probing the entrance, as though testing to see how receptive I was. When I didn’t resist the first pressed eagerly as it wiggled and I opened for it. It was so slimy and smooth! I shuddered, pausing my ministrations on her. She was not pleased and started humping my hands. Her membrane slid up and down through my fingers with a lewd schlepping.

I trembled as her long, girthy shaft crawled inside of me. I tightened around it, seizing the slimy beast. It revolted and thrashed against the inner walls, causing me to clench harder in an attempt to keep it from escaping. It retreated, leaving me feeling empty. Such a tease! I spread the hole for her, but she didn’t attack me right away. Instead, she lifted me up by the abdomen, I dangled squirming around helplessly. Her feelers circled my pussy, before eagerly slipping inside.

Below me the ovipositor grew longer, every pulse sending it stabbing up in my directing. I let out a moan as her tongue plunged into me. She was… smelling and tasting me. It was like a triple team. I happily squirmed, feeling the trio of explores searching out different spots inside of me. They fluffed the ruffles and grounded the sensitive bumps on my walls as they went. It didn’t take long for them to reach my deepest place, my womb, or rather egg sack. All three stabbed in at once, forcing it open and drawing a scream of both pain and pleasure from me.

“Ow, wait slow down!” I struggled a little.

They filled the space, stroking my depths. Finally, they reached the back wall and rubbed against it, searching for anywhere else to go. I huffed, short of breath over how good it felt. They wormed about. My whole body tightened around the invaders, crushing them and making their every move radiate through me. Her tongue rolled about, tasting and her antennae wiggled, taking in my scent. Close, close I was so close. Just, just a little- she sensed my arousal and her tentacles attacked. Several pressed at the entrance, poking and prodding until I was loose enough for them to enter as well. They were rambunctious and wild, sending me over the edge with convulsions and high pitched chirping and squealing sounds.

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I couldn’t see her face, but from how much her bug cock was tenting up and down I get the feeling she was liking what she found. All of her appendages slid out of me and she lowered me to the ground. I panted, dribbling and squirming needily as her stench filled my head. I gulped back down the saliva that threatened to drool freely. That was wonderful. She poked at my hungry hole and I felt something slipping in and out. Trembling, I looked to see what she was using on me now. All the haze lifted immediately when I saw what it was, her ovipositor!

“Wait!” I screamed as she loomed over me. I begged and pleaded, “Please, please stop! Anything, anything but that!”

She wasn’t listening, or rather she didn’t understand me. My mons trembled as her slick flesh rubbed against it. The tip of her ovipositor had a sort of spear on the bottom part of the head that jutted out and was much smaller than the tube itself but got bigger as it got to the base. It pressed at my entrance. My rings tightened, rejecting it. She prodded harder, humping me while her tentacles coiled around me. Her heated breath washed over me as her hand firmly gripped my ass while I wriggled, trying to make it as difficult for her as possible.

Her smaller hands grasped my abdomen to hold it still and keep it from thrashing about in my feeble attempts to break free. I kicked at her, but her free arm lurched, grappling my leg before it could hit her sensitive membrane. She shoved it down hard and a sharp, twisting pain shot through me. I screeched as it bent wrong and snapped in half. My whole body kicked into fight or flight as I resisted with every ounce of strength. The maimed limb flopped about and I kicked at her with my good leg. The claws scraped against her carapace, sparks brilliantly fading into the darkness just like my hopes of escaping this.

Not liking my struggling she pushed all of her weight down on me. I gasped as the air was crushed out of my lungs below her as my arms scratched at the floor unable to reach her. She had firmly and commandingly mounted me. Her drooling appendage pressed harder at my pussy. She was bound and determined to fuck me. My twitching hole gave an inch and she shoved, taking a mile. The tip stabbed in like a beachhead shattering my defenses. This wasn’t so bad, it wasn’t that big, but I knew what was going to follow that.

Her vents opened again, fanning me with her pheromones. Just smelling her made me wet, made me want it. No, no, no! It is too damned big, she is going to kill me with that thing! More of her pushed in. We had reached the point of no return. The last of the tip was fully in, but the bulk of her head now compressed so that it would fit inside of me. Slowly it crept. Inch by inch. The muscles undulating like a worm as it burrowed into my hole. I felt the thick rings of her tube squelching in one after the other.

“Shtop! You’re breaking me!” I cried desperately thrashing.

She moaned above me, huffing with pleasure. I groaned and squealed below her, pain filling me as my flesh started to split. She was too big, she was too fucking big, damn it! She bulged and my flesh audibly tore. I let out a blood-curdling scream, shaking and convulsing. It burned, it seared with agony. I saw the yellow of my blood pouring out. My body went limp as my consciousness faded.

***

Fuck me, she is really doing a number on us.

‘I know what are we going to do about it?’

I got a plan, said Sub, kneading the back of my head.

‘What sort of- Sub, what is with that dick?’

She had grown a huge cock and was rubbing it while eating me with her eyes. She pressed it against the back of my head and I felt it squelch into my mental muff. I shuddered as she held on with both hands and started humping. It pushed in filling my head with pleasure and then pulled out, leaving me feeling blank and empty. I wobbled and fell flat, unable to resist her. It felt good, which was what I needed right now. Sub quickly remounted me, slamming her wonderful dick back into my brains.

Yes, good bitch. Just let me fuck your brains out and all the pain will go away. Don’t even think about anything, I am going to fuck all your worries away.

‘Yes, yes! Good, it feels so good, Sub.’

She thrust fast making wet and juicy sounds from her my lewd mind pussy. Thats a good, a good bitch, Oooh I am gonna bust a nut in your brain so hard.

I trembled as the grinding of her dick pushed out all my thoughts other than the cock that now filled my head. Vaguely, I registered the many tentacles coiling around me and realized that we were floating now. Then several that were feeling around shoved into my abdomen. One found my mouth, while the others placed themselves into my hands and feet. One flopped between my antennae, they coiled around it rubbing back and forth. It obscenely smacked against my face, pulsing before my eyes. One was even fucking my hardened breasts. The slimy smooth flesh started undulated and my limbs stroked them.

Every hole was filled and every appendage was used to pleasure Sub and in return, it filtered back into me. I writhed mindlessly assaulted by the many squirming opposable dicks. Sub’s hips slapped against my head as she buried her cock deep into my head. My brain felt like it was melting, splitting, spreading around her. Below my holes greedily gorged themselves on her lustful flesh. The delightful feeling of being used radiating.

Sub’s pace increased. All at once the forest of writhing limbs concentrated in and moved with a single purpose, to fuck me silly. They organized their thrusts to move at the same time in and out. My walls trembled, the folds tightening and all the muscles squirmed in a milking motion of crushing the invaders, before loosening. My hands and feet furiously jerked her lengthy members, they foamed up with precum dribbling lubing them in my grasp. My head bobbed back and forth, getting fucked from both sides. I sucked down on her twitching tentacle when she pulled back her cock out.

Sub was close, all of her lewd parts throbbed and bulged as they mercilessly fucked me silly. I shuddered as I came. This finally sent her over the edge and she burrowed every inch of cock tipped tentacle into me as she could. My pussy and ass stretched as multiple members plunged in seeking out my warm insides.

Fuck! You dirty slut, I love you! Screamed Sub as she came.

The floodgate opened and her outrageous collection of members inflated. My mind went white as her ecstasy flowed. Her cum pumped into me, spurt onto me and washed away any and all thoughts. She kept thrusting even mid-orgasm. She slammed into my brain injecting her load as the gooey love bubbled out and made the lewdest of sounds around her cocks as they plunged in and out.

I shuddered violently, cumming again as she coiled around me pushing as much of herself into me as she could. Her body throbbed inside of me as she panted, heaving before limply flopping onto me, exhausted. Mmmm. That was nice. We floated there, basking in the afterglow of release.

‘Love you Sub.’

***

A dull numbness filled my abdomen. It felt like it was asleep or something. My body rocked forward and backward. I didn’t understand why. I felt so weak and light-headed, but there was a decadent sound of flesh slapping together. Confusion filled me as I moved and yet it wasn’t me moving. There was a pressure in my abdomen that ebbed and flowed with the motion.

My eyes listlessly moved about unfocused. I felt sick to my stomach and my guts churned, yet nothing came up when I tried to retch. I blinked several times, seeing the ground rising and then falling. There was a rhythm to it and it matched the movement that was causing me discomfort. My body flopped onto the ground and then rose back up as something held me. My head hitting on the moist concrete jumped started my brain, and I realized what was going on.

I looked back to find the blissful face of my larger counterpart. My eyes scanned down to where her abdomen met my own. I watched as her flesh pumped in and out of me. We were connected now. She filled me. Every time she shoved in my innards shifted out of the way to accommodate her mass. Meekly I scrabbled, trying to separate us, but my insides tugged back. Her ovipositor was stuck inside of me.

If I didn’t have regeneration, then I would be dead right now. Raped to death… I glowered. Be gentler will you! I don’t wanna die and, and what are you going to do if I kick the bucket, fuck my corpse? Something tells me she might. I mean animals do that shit all the time.

“Ow, fuck! Think of my pleasure here, you bitch!”

She purred as her hands roughly pet me. I get the feeling that she was trying to calm me down. I whimpered, crying as I held my face. The pain had mostly subsided, it was still extremely uncomfortable to be so full. I didn’t want this though. She slowed for a moment at my mewling noises and twisted me so that I faced her. Her hands held my own, locking her claws around my own. Astrea lay on her back, lifting me up so that I gazed down at her. Suspended above her, she held me tight so that there was no escape.

She looked so happy, smiling up at me. Yet, I could feel her thrusting incessantly into me. The lewd sounds of our coupling filled the room with wet slaps. Her abdomen held firmly to my own as her tube extended and retracted inside of my own. Her face tightened and her breathing became short as she bucked, several times harder than the rest and then shoved as much of herself into me as she could. A burning sensation filled my egg sac and I realized that she had just cum. Her body pulsed as the thick syrup pushed in with every muscle feeding it into me.

She lowered me, though she still held my hands and feet with her own, so that I lay upon her quaking chest. It rose and fell while she huffed for air. I panted as well. Now that the movements had stopped I could feel her heart beats, pulsing inside of me through her thick member. It twitched and I tightened around it. The senses were returning to my beaten hole, which means I must have regenerated all of the tears or at minimum gotten over the trauma.

I became very aware that my vents had been open this entire time. My eyes wandered along my bulging abdomen, the flesh bloated to the point that my armor could not close properly. Heated mist steadily rose as my body tried to keep from overheating. It filled the room with our arousal. I felt so fat back there. My walls shifted around her, getting a feel for what had been done to me. She had molded my insides to her shape. This was no exaggeration, I could feel that my organs were in different places than before. They had been shoved aside to make more room. My tunnel had regenerated around her, stretching it and making it larger than it was, so that it could cope with her enormous size.

My eyes were listless. I felt blank, empty, well full really, broken. She had pummeled me into submission. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t beat her. She was stronger than me, tougher than me. I should just accept it already, there is no use in fighting her. Maybe it will hurt less that way. Ah, she is my mate, right? If I give in then she should be gentler.

I quivered as I produced a subservient and submissive smell. I had acknowledged her as my partner. Her antennae quivered, slapping me in the face as she drank in my smells. There was a brief pause before her own vents opened. My hearts thudded against the carapace as her musk filled my head. It was so strong and dominant. Yes, she, Astrea was a good breeding partner, an excellent mate. My feelers coiled around hers as I panted, letting my drool drip onto her. Her mouth opened and her thick tongue unraveled, it tickled my own, slithering and tasting me.

I shuddered, massaging her with my coiled muscles. She liked that. It felt good. The pain seemed like a distant thing of the past. It was washed away by the primal ecstasy of being mated. My pussy milked her, gently at first as my abdomen tilted, rocking up and down on her girth. She was too fat to properly thrust as she kept getting caught deeper in. The throbbing member had more or less formed a mating knot so that I could not escape. It worked.

Her hips shifted in small thrusts as she ground our lewd appendages together. The friction heated my already molten insides and it felt as though I might melt. She huffed loudly and her member gorged with arousal. My entrance stretched around it, at first resisting, but that quickly lapsed into submission for my imminent breeding. She deflated and then inflated. It was a steady pumping motion and after a few minutes of our blissful purring, she managed to slide all the way out, only to impale me as hard as she could on the way back in.

My mouth gaped into an O as her tentacles latched onto my face, rubbing and shoving into my orifice. They stroked me and pet me while her lower body began to thrust with wild abandon. My tongue lolled haplessly as she stuffed more and more inside both ends. I convulsed as the pleasure reached a peak and for the first time, I knew what it felt like to fuck like animals.

To just throw everything away and get lost in a haze of debaucheries mingling. This was breeding, this wasn’t sex. Sex was for pleasure, this was to fill me with children. She wasn’t going to stop until I was fat with her brood. I could sense her intentions, I could feel it in every fiber of my being… and I craved it.

So this is what it felt like to get fucked silly. I wondered how lewd and depraved of a face I was making? Uhuhh, it doesn’t matter. “More,” I panted, “More! Fuck me more.”

Her thick member pistoned in and out of my depth, mining them for pleasure. Her tentacles coiled, grasping me harder. One tightened around my neck, it pulled, cutting off my air as I struggled. The thudding of her bug cock scraping my womb echoed through my dizzy head. Her tendrils wiggled, prying my mouth wide open and more pushed in. They forced their way into my maw. I couldn’t breathe, it felt like I was going to die. My eyes started to roll and my hands limply fell from her tentacles.

Everything tightened around me, crushing. My carapace cracked and groaned under the pressure as she jammed her ovipositor into the back of my womb. It felt like it was going to come out of my mouth as she kept shoving more and more flesh into me. She stopped moving, holding me still, locked in place. Something changed, she throbbed inside of my walls. The tube bulged as something pressed at the entrance. The muscles gave way and the deformity traveled up, spreading me deliciously. All the nerve endings felt like they were burning with lust around her swollen flesh. Then another announced its arrival and my body instinctively submitted.

I knew what these were. Eggs. I trembled as I gasped around the tentacles filling my throat for air. My head was still drifting through the fog. Dulled to most of the sensations. More eggs soon pumped steadily into me. One after the other, each easier to take in than the last. At last, the first had reached the end and pushed free from her and a mind-melting sensation filled my womb. It trembled with glee over my first child being implanted. Soon the siblings arrived.

I let out a strangled moan as she, as Astrea, my love impregnated me. So, so many eggs. Her contractions kept pushing more and more inside of me. My abdomen bulged, getting so, so agonizingly swollen with brood. My mind felt like it was crumbling around the sensations of pure pleasure. It was warping as the instincts took hold.

Mindlessly I tightened and loosened around her, milking the last few eggs out. She trembled and her spunk flowed up her mating tube and poured into my stuffed egg sack, soaking our children in her seed. My eyes rolled as I screamed in bliss, convulsing in orgasm around her.

Finally, she let me go and I flopped lifelessly on the floor. My muscles were numb. She stood up and I was dragged behind her. Our abdomens were still locked together. Wearily she circled the room as my pussy made squelching sounds from her attempts to separate us. She tugged at me, jerking me up and down like a cock sleeve. I trembled from the sensation of being used.

She reached her wit’s end and brute forced it. I screeched as the bulge inside of me pulled at my entrance. My egglayer came out with her own. I panted in both pain and arousal as she started yanking until she popped free with a loud juicy sound of liquid pouring out. I trembled leaking her cum and several eggs fell out onto the floor. They were surprisingly smaller than I thought, only about fourteen centimeters long and seven centimeters wide. They were cylinder shaped with rounded ends. She lay me in her nest, it was a bunch of bones and matted cement. Astrea watched me for a moment longer and then left.

Thoughts of running away were quickly squished over how tried and fat I was feeling. I lay there, stroking the gurgling mass that was my abdomen. Ugh, I really got knocked up. I, I am not ready for this. My maternal instincts were kicking in though, I wanted to protect them. They were mine, they were my babies and I won’t let anyone hurt them. I sighed, dozing off, I would have to make our home nicer when I woke up. It is bad enough I gotta live in a sewer. Maybe I could convince her to move somewhere else, Neon Nurse would take us in right? If that failed there was always Dr. Arbor.

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I awoke as something wet rubbed against my face. My eyes peeked open to find Astrea licking me with that sizable tongue. She chirped and meat fell down in front of me. Vaguely, I poked at it, my stomach turning over itself in hunger. Where did she get this? What kind of meat, even is it? I smelled at it. Hmmm, it smelled somewhat familiar. But where, what was it? I picked it up looking it over. It was still raw and bloody. Not like I was expecting it to be cooked or anything. It seemed like pork. I took a bite, chewing, actually this was pretty tasty. Where did she find a pig though? Are there mutated swine down here? I wouldn’t be surprised.

I squinted at her, trying to discern her motives. She smiled back, purring and rubbing all over me affectionately. I guess she is feeding me. So, in other words, she is the bread winner in the relationship. Then what is my job? I guess I am the stay at home mom then. I guess I am just here to get bred like a slut… not the worst thing, at least it felt good. After a moment she started to eat as well and we sat there munching at the meat. Seriously though, this was the juiciest pork I had ever had. It was delicious.

Her ulterior motives became apparent when she popped a stiffy again. She didn’t wait for my protest, before lifting my swollen abdomen into position and sliding in.

I growled at her, “Knock it off, I am pregnant!”

She shoved down and I screeched, clawing at her as her massive member enslaved me all over again. This time she didn’t rip me open. My insides had been marked by her, molded by her. Grumbling, I squirmed as she worked her shaft clear up until it broke into the womb. I huffed with pleasure and annoyance. Her hands held my ass and started working it up and down on her length. I bit my lip, trying not to absolutely love it, but damn it, I did.

My body heated up as her thrusts jostled the eggs deep inside. I could feel them shifting about, while she used me to pleasure herself. I panted, tongue lolling with desire as she picked up the pace. My pussy spurt and trembled, making uncouth sounds from our mating. My hips rolled with it. It was good, it felt so good.

I hated myself for enjoying this, but, but it felt so good to get my insides scraped out. Her vents crept open showering me with her domineer scent and all the fight in me instantly fled. I knew my place. Thoughts of resisting died and I nuzzled against her, panting like the bitch in heat I am. She was my mate, my Queen. It was my purpose to serve her. To bear her young. More, give me more my Queen.

The vulgar sounds of our flesh meeting filled the air as I writhed in her grasp from the bliss of getting reamed. Her thrusts came faster and harder, slamming into my womb as I cried in release.

“The babies! You are going to crush the babies!” I squealed.

She growled at me and I tightened around her shaft. She reached a fevered pitch, using my hole with reckless abandon before she seized up and flooded my insides with her strong seed. I drooped. So, so this how it feels to be a sex toy. I trembled as the familiar sensation of eggs flowed up her tube. I guess it doesn’t matter, she will just put more in me. Ah, there really is no escape is there?

I purred as my already fat sack bloated to the point I thought it would burst. She inflated, her tubed puffed up so that it could not be pulled out. As before, she let me rest for a minute or two before she stood and dragged me behind. Our genitals were so swollen we might as well be one creature. She scuttled along and I bounced several times off of the ground before latching onto the underbelly of her abdomen. It rose into the air and I with it.

My humanity died this day and I wholeheartedly indulged in this debaucherous life of animalistic breeding. This was the beginning of the Vespidian race.

She carried me where ever she went, whether it be hunting for food or simply patrolling her territory. I adapted very quickly to my new life as Astrea’s mate and egg bearer or as it seemed most of the time her cock sleeve. It was a rather simple life. We mated almost continuously. The only time she would pull out is so that I could give birth to our children. I found them to be adorable, even if they were pasty, squishy grubs that squealed when they were hungry.

At first, I was reluctant to eat the raw flesh that she obtained from various creatures, however that didn’t last long. Astrea was worried over my lack of appetite, though she was brutish and crude I knew that she cared deeply for me. I am not sure if she understands the concept of love. She forced me to eat by stuffing food into my mouth. She wanted me nice and fat so that I could feed our babies.

I finally learned what that mystery hole was for. It produced a syrupy like substance for feeding our children. Surprisingly, it was delicious, tasted like orange honey, and half the time I had to fight Astrea off or else she would suckle me dry and leave none for the kids. That usually ended with me getting fucked I passed out.

Dr. Arbor found us at some point and took us in so that we didn’t have to live in that sewer anymore. Nothing really changed after that. We still fucked like animals, continuously breeding. Thus we lived decadently and happily ever after… well until our army of children and I myself had reached maturity years later and we overpowered Dr. Arbor, turning her into our own personal seedbed. With her out of the way and giving us more children there was nothing to stop us. We emerged from the secret breeding facility to enslave the human race for both food and new seedbeds… But that is a story for another time.