repeatedly in an involuntary attempt to refuse this heavy flow. But it only served to drive her even crazier with lust, her eyes shut tight as she rode this peak of ecstasy. Her whole body began to adjust, ready to take everything the creature could offer her. She had its seed. Now she needed its eggs.

Before her climax could really begin to come down, she felt the first ovum begin to slide into position. By now all her constant orgasms had shifted her cervix down, and the muscled tip of her lover’s egglayer formed a perfect seal with it.

One by one, eggs just a little smaller than tennis balls moved up through the ovipositor, stretching her pussylips even further as they forced their way through her birth canaleyes fluttered shut again when she felt the third egg travel through the warm fleshy membrane of the ovipositor to disappear inside her pussy. Pop. And it was inside her womb with the other two.

Slowly, steadily, each new egg forcing the previous ones to stretch her uterus just a little bit more, Marianne was bred by the tentacle monster. Slurpopopop. Four, five, six now. Her throat spasmed again, milking another hot dribble of seed directly into her stomach where it churned and drugged her to new heights of hormonal pleasure.

Any outside observer might think the creature was digesting her for consumption, with nearly every inch of her skin coated with warm slippery precum-like mucus, and her abdomen beginning to stretch alarmingly full. But the truth was, every one