Chapter 2 - Full of Delight [Oviposition]

Only some of the most exquisite individuals had the potential to ever become sorcerers and many of those were yet doomed to madness, unable to ever master the flow within their veins. A sorcerer’s mind had to be a fortress to his enemies and jail to his own flaws and much like the one of a sorceress, it had to hide itself behind a well appealing veil. 

It was an advantage far more intricate than some would assume; with grace came respect, with beauty came desire and with elegance came status. Each court needed those and should they come wrapped alongside great intellect and talent, then you would be not as little as sought after but battled for. 

But obviously, you would be always lusted after no less. And yet, to bed a graduate of sorcerers' school was a simple pleasure for the foolish and an enigma for the wise. Did you seduce or were you seduced or perhaps, were you just a fleeting enjoyment? Maybe you would be discarded right after the act or maybe, just maybe, you would wrap the lovely sorceress around your little finger and hold some of the strongest allies a non-mage can.

One was for certain - it was not safe nor easy to entice a sorceress to yourself, less so make her squeal in pleasure. To have her body follow to your play and to have her mind focus solely on you and you alone; that was a commodity most exotic. It mattered little whether it was offspring from Aretuza, Imperial Magic Academy or even one from Vicovaro's eloquent sides, the case remained all the same. 

To truly breed a sorceress was something else. 

Less so have her happily crawl across the swamps, willingly enter your lair and obey with a mind refurbished into nothing else but a gallery of your own image. A sorceress dominated this well was a rarity if not an unique case in itself but Yennefer did not mind; she really had hands full of work even without her old thoughts as the new ones always carried this fulfilling, silver lining of satisfying her lord.

There was a lot more mud to be thrown out of the lair if it was to accommodate both of them and gods knew just how many bones she had to move outside to make space for any new prey he would bring. Not for her obviously - all she needed was her own magic and this vile, delicious spunk of his that painted her insides wondrously black. Perhaps in the old life she wouldn’t find it as lovely but in truth, she expected her taste buds to be burnt through by this point and find about anything delicious.

Her centipedeous’ lord's lair grew in size as she worked and as her fingers dug through the mud; perhaps once so finely painted with black paint and made to caress equally raven hair, sorceressly nails now drowned in wet dirt as she made it into the lordly insect’s lair. Though it should have been mentioned that she carefully enchanted them in this little spare time she had between guzzling down insectous seed and digging for his comfort; Yennefer did make sure that they would stay shining as long as they were clean. She had this odd feeling that her master liked the shine, even though he didn't directly burn it into her mind. 

Yet so, it was a fine burrow beneath the grass that she was to spend the rest of her life in. Dug between the many roots of a grand tree and on a hill of sorts; the walls remained dry and unlikely to collapse, even though the very ground was still rather wet. It wasn’t as refined at first and yet, it took but a few deeper kisses and a gallon of shared saliva and she knew her initial impressions were but silly. 

This den, she had to crawl into that night, was even finer than the Vizima's Palace; the corners were filled with bones of the fallen animals, shining alike ivory. Those very bones she had to move outside and use as decorations and even though her lord was a thorough eater, he did leave some bits that she could then nibble on herself. She did not expect such gifts and it did make her wet by the moment, even if she had to go back right to work. 

The scent of the swamp thickened the air and filled her lungs, permeated her skin and the beautiful, blackly stained chin that smelled alike her master's nectar.  Not that it made much of a difference in the dark burrow she spent most of her time in - unlike royal corridors of Vizima's Palace or such, there was not a thousand windows that let too much of the jarring light. There was but this entrance opening that allowed but a gentle amount of sunlight to break inside, just enough to shine upon her content face when she was bred. 

Eventually as she dug, Yennefer's fingers met something heavy and she realized that she met the tree's roots; it was probably some ancient willow or aspen, its roots were probably thicker than her thigh and covered in bark. That would mark the end of her work, at least in this direction - she could probably move them with magic but her powers were reserved to be fed upon, not used for trivialities. 

Her bare bottom fell onto the cold ground; the sorceress lost her pants somewhere during the long crawl and only straps of laced panties remained, giving a fine contrast upon the untanned skin. Carefully she began to pile up the dugout mud and was about to grab it and move outside, right as something suddenly fell down with a loud thud, right behind her back. 

It was far from surprising, in fact it was nothing else but exciting to know her lord's hunt was successful; the sorceress turned around and saw a strangled fox lie lifelessly, much like she soon saw her master crawl into the burrow. 

In this world things worked differently, it was but seconds before she pressed her rosy lips against her master's maws, feeling how her mind was again slightly adjusted and her love rightfully renewed. Just a single while more of sharing their wondrous saliva and then she was back on the floor, her lips sucking into the last of her love's segments and him feeding on the fallen vulpine; more food for him, was more food for her.

Insects did not waste time for pointless words or unnecessary foreplay. It was an efficient life - feed, breed, be fed and hunt. Though it all culminated itself with something she was awaiting for a few days now. Yennefer was properly stuffed daily, her belly and body already attuned itself to live on the simple diet of insectoid spunk with maybe just a few scraps of meat that was left for her, there or there. 

She felt like she was prepared for the last aspect of her life, at least the last aspect of this cycle that would be repeated a thousandfold. Her sorceressly tongue carefully cleaned his tool, ensured that it was beautifully clean and not even a slightest drop of precum would be lost. Much like her lord cleansed the prey from nourishing flesh. 

It was then that the order came, bringing her lips away from the carefully mouth-washed cock and her body to crawl across the wet burrow. He feasted for a while longer as she dragged her breasts across the mud, beautifully staining them and granting such a fine contrast to pale breasts. 

Keenly did she make it to the very end of the hole, allowing this faint light to grace her face, even if there truly wasn't much elegance left in it. Her lips grew a little puffier from all this spunk but more importantly, they painted themselves black, as if this onyx seed was but a pigment. She did not care much and merely raised her behind as for an order. 

After feeding there was time for breeding and they were both prepared. This time was to be special as she had the great luck to find her love right before the start of the season; it was the time to make offspring. 

A lot of it. 

Her tongue ran alongside her own stained lips as Yennefer heard the clatter of centipedous jaws quieten; it really was the time. She felt it drop the prey and then slowly but surely mount her, she felt the dozens of legs skitter right onto her bare back and weight on her heavily, pushing her furtherly into the mud. 

Beautiful maws of her lord hung right above her head, the final segment rested on her pale bottom; the tanless flesh gave great contrast to the monstrous body, as if it was but an otherworldly creature that sprawled across her. The very feeling brought her face to a mild bliss - some nameless, vile insect would not only ride her but also have her bear its young. 

Remnants of her underwear were still present but it didn't halt him in the slightest, the many legs merely ruined them further, removed wholly. It was just his generosity that these razor-sharp limbs left her unscarred, untouched and flawlessly appealing; much like this spunk of his which upheld her weight, though she assumed it was more about him rationing her beloved meal. 

Black lace fell down shamelessly and left her body truly bare, truly to be merely consumed by this insect, although never in the literal sense of manner. Her lower lips revealed themselves without hesitation, dripping with love juices that likely never graced her body before; for all she knew it could be just this delicious seed taking a toll on her body but that wasn’t something she cared about right now.

She felt it coming as her master wiggled just a little bit on her back, before another second had a chance to pass, before she could even imagine the feeling of her ladyparts being taken, she already trembled, shivered and twitched forth while squinting her eyes. It was but sudden, as if someone stabbed her with love and affection. Yennefer’s gaze quivered softly as she felt it enter deep into herself and spread her flesh accordingly; it didn’t have a shape that made it easy and even sucking on it properly required some experience but that was not an issue. 

Flesh was malleable, easy to stretch and ram and then attune to your own needs - his needs. And as she clenched her fist, the sorceress understood that the magical reshaping she began was helping, her love-flesh adjusted easier than the last time. Her little mind drowned in fulfillment as she felt her insides be so simply used, as space was being made in the wake of this cock’s inhuman shape.

“Clench.”

Her insides willingly tightened around him as the order was given, communicated in a way that some average human or even sorceress wouldn't understand. Yennefer on the other hand was perfectly attuned to her lord and clenched her teeth as the insect meat slid out of her, spreading the clenched insides even on its way out. 

As she understood there would still be a lot of work to be done on her, these lovely ladyparts dripped enough juices to wetten the ground. And then again, whatever was inside her was squashed with yet another thrust, her insides rearranged and juices spilled out. She panted and pouted her lips gently, all as her mind was feeling yet another series of breaches. 

Insect cocks were truly the best. Human ones never could be this big or this oddly shaped and gods knew her spots were assaulted at all times; no other creature could really thrust like this into her. She wasn't sure if her breasts didn't grow softly amongst all of this but her nipples definitely learnt to enjoy the cold ground, growing hard in the mud and being constantly scratched as she bounced back and forth with her lord. 

Cold soil and fresh air were good for breeding, the quiet of the burrow also proved itself good for her ears - she could hear the centipedous body slapping against her buttcheeks, truly leaving nothing decent about her pale skin. Because, truly, that’s all that she was in return; only a tanless, happy, little body being bred in a dark ditch where there was enough of light to only illuminate her mindlessly content face.

A sticky meal, a feeling of service, an implanted promise of the finest life she could ever have. By the side of a lover that would bring her food and feed her, one that she wouldn’t just need to love but shamelessly serve as a dump for seed and offspring alike. It was such a fine future.

She reached with her hand onto her own back and pushed this carapaced body further into herself, as if trying to get that cock deeper into herself. With a man like this, she would use magic no more and her innate powers would be just a meal - it was perfect. Perfect like the rapid, fast thrusts that kept rearranging her insides.

And it would go on, and on as there were no words to be shared, no declarations of love in form other than grinding of the flawlessly pink loveparts against an otherworldly dick. Yennefer would simply moan into the cold mud, pant happily and grow only wetter knowing that her dreams would at last become true - she would be a mother. 

What the magic school would take from her long ago would now be returned; all through the gift of the swamps. “Go on.” She panted out gently as the slick, long tongue of the monstrosity slid out and met her outstretched one; as she once more could taste her lord’s delicious saliva - right after a good meal, right as he was breeding her. “Make me a mother.” 

It was such a bold and yet such a calm statement, she spoke into the wet soil and into the gentle sun, into nothingness of this hole and to her master, right as her guts were rearranged. “Fill me.” And the devil lied in the way she spoke - she wasn’t mindless, she wasn’t coerced. It was just as if she spoke any other day, as if she talked with her colleagues or even rivals. 

It was really Yennefer who spoke those words. 

And as her master kept going faster and her nipples rubbed and shaked against the cold soil, as mud made it between her fingers and as her chin met the wet ground, she felt it deep in herself. Thrusted further with disregard to anything her flesh could feel - even if with all these portraits of her lord in her mind she could feel nothing else but happiness. 

And she did smile widely, right as it broke through her clenched muscles and kissed her womb; it was just an oozing, nectar covered tool that soon trespassed inside her lovely insides and filled her with heat. Black goop was shot first, preparing her insides and making Yennefer shiver - she really was about to become a mother. 

As inky nectar made sure that not a spot inside her loveparts was left unspoiled, she sucked softly on her master’s long tongue and her face drowned in some shameless bliss as if it was but the best sex of her life. “Give me these…” Onyx, spunk painted and swollen lips declared as she felt the real blessing slowly enter her body. “... eggs.” 

His tool would swell inside her, all as something would slowly squeeze its way into her and then escape into her womb, all as a little lovely, green and transparent egg would rest inside her, somewhere there in that lovely, sorceress cavity. So useless before and now so deliciously necessary, all as yet another egg found its way into her, taking a much deserved place inside her belly. 

And another and another, and another and another, one beautiful egg after another, turning her insides into some sort of storage; slowly stretching her flesh and growing the belly. All while great loads of inky spunk would be given alongside them all, making sure that everything will grow nicely inside Yennefer. Her magic would sustain them greatly and they would all grow into pretty, monstrous centipedes. 

Each would then have their own babies and each would feed her its spunk, she would guzzle down their seed and one day they all would breed and fill her too. It was this vision that really made her melt away, fade away into some kind of a dream as the tasty tongue of her master creeped into her mouth. She sucked on it like she would suck on centipedous cock, all while her eyes slowly ran upwards. 

She would really be a mother. 

Then a grandmother and a great-grandmother and great-great-grandmother and so on, and so on. Her nipples really couldn't be any harder and her lower lips any wetter, even if it was mostly black spunk that escaped from between them. A few rather indecent, slurping noises filled the burrow as some air snuck between their tongues but she didn't bother much; manners were a thing from the past. 

Eggs kept coming and so did she, deep inside staring at these portraits of her lord, these wonderful paintings adorning the walls of her mind. Dozens and dozens of immaculate images, right next to the long replaced bed were but a pool of mud resided. Her beloved mud. 

Happy alike a dog with a treat, she exchanged saliva wildly with her chin resting on the wet ground; all as her womb was turned into nothing more than a sorceressly cumdump for insect's spunk and eggs. 

It was the perfect life. 

Eventually as her belly began to swell and her body ran truly heavy, she was made to turn around and rest on her back instead, so that the many eggs could be squeezed and thus grow more comfortably. 

Her lord coiled around her and curled, as if to protect this newly made hatchery. Her eyes soon were hidden beneath his many legs and her body knew the warmth of such lovely entrapment. Fed, full, satisfied and not capable of thought that would put this fate in any other way than lovely, Yennefer breathed heavily. 

It truly was the perfect life. 



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