9: Oviposition
"You're doing great, Nancy," Michelle praises, offering her a smile with too many sharp teeth. Only a few moments ago, she bit down on Nancy's inner thigh and filled her with the aphrodisiac venom that makes her so relaxed and desperate to be filled that this should be easy. "Just relax for me, baby girl."
Nancy nods, though it's hard to relax with a squirming tentacle buried so deep in her pussy she can almost taste it in the back of her throat. It probes her walls, feeling how much give there is and trying to make sure she's as wet and needy as possible to ease the process.
Then the thin tip begins to probe at the opening of her cervix and even with the venom in her veins, Nancy tenses up and whimpers. Michelle shushes her again and kisses her, her human hands skating over Nancy's sides to try and provide some comfort to her.
"Let me in, you can do it."
Without waiting for an affirmative, the tentacle begins to force its way into her cervix. She cries out from the strange and slightly painful intrusion, but it's not so bad once it settles in there and stays still. Then, still not warning Nancy, Michelle begins to pass the eggs through the tentacle. She feels it at the opening of her pussy. At least in this aspect, the venom has her so relaxed that the stretch comes easily and brings her no pain, though she can absolutely feel how big it is. She shudders in pleasure up until the point where the bulge in the tentacle reaches her cervix.
"No, Michelle, I can't, I can't, I can't-"
"You can. Take a deep breath." Michelle bites her again, on her throat this time, flooding her with a fresh wave of venom that makes her brain let go of every thought that isn't the physical sensations she's experiencing. "There's a good girl."
The egg forces its way through her cervix and Nancy screams, her whole body tensing as an unexpected orgasm rushes through her. She can feel herself dripping around the tentacle. The egg makes a heavy weight in her uterus that she's unused to. She squirms a little, clinging to Michelle, but it's not over.
Another one begins to work its way into her body and she sobs. She shakes her head. She thrashes, unable to stay still, until some of Michelle's other tentacles hold her down. All she can do is lay here and take it.
The second egg doesn't make her come again, but the third does, and by then, she starts to lose track. Michelle pumps her full of egg after egg until there's a noticeable bulge in her stomach from the eggs filling her up. She's lost count of her orgasms by the time Michelle finally withdraws from inside her and she's left full of eggs and wrung out.
