Book Excerpt for Xenofestation 3-02

Paragonas Vaunt

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Two of them.

Ornella Mito didn't know at first whether they were cocks or ovipositors but the colossal beetle-like thing had two of them, glowing a fierce toxic green on her retinal filters from the excess heat sloughing off them, one surmounting the other at the base of its chitinous abdomen.

Quickly she switched off her infra-red sight, because some things shouldn't be seen, and that moment was one of them, and as the creature reared and plunged, its weight crashing down to make the metal frame creak alarmingly, the twin shafts speared towards her in the dark and they found her openings like they were built for it.

The one it drove at her butt breached first and breached hard. It was broad-headed, with a pronounced frill that made Ornella squeak, but not nearly as much as its long, long shaft, which was ridged and bumpy and lined with semi-flexible spines, rubbery but not nearly rubbery enough to yield to the shape of her flesh, her constricting grasp on them, so she had no choice but to yield to them, to their uncompromising, alien profile as they drove past the knot of her back entrance, opened her up, and slid deep.

Then the one destined for her cunt landed, right on target, its aim straight and true, and at that moment Ornella's ordeal truly began.

This one was a little shorter than its partner but so much thicker, its broad, rounded head surmounted by its own ribbing that ringed it like a crown, and like a crown it ruled her. Driving hard and deep, deep and hard, monarch of the twinned shafts the creature pushed into her, front and back, hot and hotter.

Dark and darker.

"Fuck..."

The ridges dragged on her inner flesh, tugging it back and forth as the creature used its weight to sink its twin shafts into place, settling its considerable bulk on the creaking metal frame, and then, with insectile strength and speed, started to fuck its eggs into her.

Female it was then. A female with twin brutal ovipositors, pistoning in unison, an engine of fuck.

Twinned egg-laying tubes, now spitting their soft, slimy cargo into Ornella's belly, back and front. She felt the tube in her cunt press against her cervix, felt herself yield to the push of the first egg, her knot nothing now but a convenient cradle to keep safe what it put in her, not keep it out, no humanly possible way to keep it out. And all the while, the tube thrust up inside her butt spat slime and soft-shelled ova into her bowels.

Ornella cried out, and cried out again, squealing into a void illuminated by nothing save the lightning flashes of her remorseless orgasms, sparking hot into the darkness behind her eyes.