CHAPTER 11
NOVA
The next two days are both the most wonderful of my life and also the most difficult.
I must rely on Zyren for every little thing. To scratch my nose, to adjust my body, to feed me every bite and offer me every sip.
It’s terrifying. Won’t he become bored? Won’t he decide it’s all too much and come to resent me?
But Zyren’s steady hands never falter.
When an annoying fly—an actual small insectoid creature, not an Arthropoid—buzzes through the kitchen, I learn that I can feel more of Zyren’s emotional state than I thought.
There’s a flicker of annoyance, then bright satisfaction when he spears the fly to death on his nimble stinger.
I realize that if he held even the slightest bit of resentment toward me, I would know. There’s only calm, steady peace as he tends to me—then flares of sudden desire that overwhelm him, sending his cock down my throat, or through my cunt, or up my ass.
Everywhere, my body has become incredibly pliable, ready to stretch and yield for him. Every touch from him is bliss.
That’s not the only way he uses me.
He also idly fingers my cunt as he reads, heedless of my needy mews until he indulges them all at once, stuffing my mouth with his cock as his tongue joins his fingers, tasting my sweet arousal.
Whenever he works me over, I become a desperate, begging mess, aching to cum. I teeter at the edge, tormented, until Zyren’s climax offers me vicarious relief.
Every time, the baseline I return to is a little warmer than the last—a little more heady, a little more distracted by the ever-present pleasure at my core.
When Zyren bathes me and rubs me down with oil, it’s just as erotic as his cock buried in me. I sigh and mew and moan, soon earning another rough fucking and the ecstasy of his heat filling me again.
Zyren feeds me steadily throughout the day. Plenty of fruit to keep me hydrated, and seeds that I lick and suck from his fingers with increasing hunger and urgency.
True to his word, by the end of the next day, my breasts are full and aching for him.
“Look at you,” Zyren whispers in my ear, sitting behind me. His abdomen curls around, affectionately rubbing my thigh.
He hefts my breasts in each hand. “So full for me here…”
I whimper, head falling back against his shoulder.
His palms drift lower, rubbing my taut belly. “And so full here…”
My breath catches with pleasure. He keeps up that gentle, steady torment well past the point my breasts start leaking. It’s as if he wants to see how long he can last, how long he can resist.
My moans become increasingly urgent and desperate, pleading with him to give in, to give me what I crave. I want to see him fall apart again, lose control.
I get my reward.
Zyren’s torso wraps around, bringing his mouth to my breast as his abdomen and legs tighten around me. The strange spiral surrounds me in his cool, flexible chitin, and the feeling of his mouth on my breast is transcendent.
His abdomen spasms and the tip rubs against my leg. His cock and stinger peek out, dripping hot fluid on my skin.
I want to distract myself by reaching for him, pleasuring him, but I can’t. I can only accept his overwhelming, incredible attention.
My breath saws through my lungs, and my body aches for release as Zyren drinks of me. His abdomen slowly expands, filling with my milk, and a profound pride settles over me. It’s a pleasure deeper than any orgasm, no matter how powerful.
Zyren’s fingers dig in deeper, and he sucks harder as my breasts reach the end of their supply.
He finally rises and kisses me again, treating me to the taste of my own milk—creamy and sweet and perfect. I moan into him, loving how his hands tighten in my hair.
I remain dizzy with arousal and need, waiting for his climax to release me.
His heavy breath falls over my shoulder. “Do you want to see an egg like the ones you carry?”
Heat tumbles through my core. “Yes!”
Zyren reaches for his stinger, and his body curls like a ring around me. As he grips the base of the slender black organ, it twitches and slides out of his abdomen, stunningly long. It works through the friction of his hand a few times, thrusting deep, then his abdomen tenses.
Zyren’s groan of pleasure makes my toes curl and my spine tingle.
What looks like thick white fluid beads at Zyren’s tip, and he holds out his other hand to catch it. What falls isn’t liquid at all, but a translucent oblong shape, surprisingly large for having moved through a stinger so slender.
Zyren lifts my hand and presses it to the egg. The surface is smooth and warm. My sluggish fingers twitch before they obey, but after a moment, they squeeze the strange shape. It’s elastic and firmer than I expected.
“You said they’re unfertilized?”
Zyren nods. “As your body produces a surplus of milk when provided adequate nutrition, so does mine with eggs. And… your milk is very nutritious.”
Eager warmth ripples from those words. “You mean you’re making more eggs… because of me?”
He nuzzles his cheek against mine. “Yes. For multiple reasons. You’re very inspiring.” Zyren lowers my hand and takes the egg in both of his, gripping it firmly at the middle. He tears it open, and the gelatinous interior cracks without spilling.
Zyren breaks off a translucent piece.
“Want to try?” he asks.
I hesitate. “Will I like it?”
“I think so.”
“Then… yes.”
Zyren places the piece of egg on my tongue.
My eyes widen.
It tastes like cherry Jello.
I eagerly chew, and it melts easily on my tongue.
Zyren takes a bite for himself.
I can’t help but smile. “Is it weird? Eating your own eggs?”
A hint of mirth glints in his eye. “No more weird than tasting your own milk.” He places another piece on my tongue. “Consider it recycling. We both contributed energy to these. Now, we’ll get some of it back.”
I’m still dizzy with arousal, so eating from Zyren’s hands has never been more erotic. By the time the egg is gone, I’m begging for his touch.
Zyren pries my mouth open to make room for the wide bulb of his cock. I swallow and lick at his slit, eager for the fresh, herbal taste of his pre-cum.
I soon get what I desire, drinking down his climax along with the sound of his shuddering breath and groans of relief.
Zyren removes his cock from my mouth, then cleans the cum that overflowed down my chin, neck, and chest.
“You should rest now,” he says.
Drowsiness rises around me, but I cling to wakefulness. “I don’t want to… It feels so nice when you touch me…”
He caresses my cheek. “And I’ll touch you again as soon as you wake.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.” Zyren threads his fingers through my hair, stroking gently and humming a lullaby that sends me back into the respite of sleep.
True to Zyren’s promise, I wake to his hands on me—massaging my breasts and circling my clit as he slides his cock through me.
His to be used, even in sleep—the greatest pleasure yet rises through me. Zyren works me into a froth, then pumps me full of his heat.
The craving for release doesn’t entirely go away this time. It gradually builds through the day as Zyren feeds me, then bathes me, then settles me down at his workbench.
He works two fingers through me, circling his thumb over my clit as he flips through the tome he supports with two of his legs.
I eagerly await his cock, but Zyren remains focused on his work. He doesn’t even glance up from the book as he licks off his hand and goes to process more herbs at the workbench.
I lie there, dizzy with arousal. I can’t even clench my inner muscles, but my mind isn’t bound. It shimmers with memories and fragments, making my body tingle and thrum.
My cunt is beyond wet, dripping down my thighs and soaking the blankets beneath me.
Fantasies continue to swirl through my head. With the vividness of a dream, I imagine Zyren’s mouth on my cunt, his cock ramming through me, his fingers kneading my muscles.
My breasts and belly are equally taut and swollen, and every breath sends tingling warmth through them.
The sensation builds and builds—then sharpens with finality.
“Oh, fuck…”
The orgasm catches me completely off-guard, and each wave is ecstasy as my muscles contract around the eggs.
Hot fluid pours from between my legs, and I assume it’s my own arousal until the scent of Zyren’s venom hits my nose.
More or less, my water just broke.
“Zyren!” I scream between gasps of pleasure, not even sure if he’s in the room or not, only certain that I’m desperate for his touch. “Oh, god, I’m cumming again…”
As the next orgasm tears through me, Zyren’s hands envelop mine.
“That’s it,” he purrs against my ear. “Let me hear the pleasure my eggs bring you…”
His fingers work into my overfull breasts, and electric pleasure zings through my taut belly.
My breath quickens and my inner muscles tense as another wave builds. The crest is a lingering moment of pure ecstasy, tumbling into pulsing waves of heat.
It’s as if all the orgasms I was denied over the past two days have been banked, and my body is going to process them all in a row.
I feel a strange inner stretch, and the next climax shifts an egg through my cervix—which feels far, far better than it should. The egg fills me like Zyren’s cock does, caught behind the muscles of my entrance.
As the next climax works through me, that stretch deepens. My desperate grasping and clenching makes it even harder for the egg to move through.
With clinical precision, Zyren’s fingers slip between the egg and my muscles, prying me open.
The stretch tips me into a powerful orgasm, and I scream with pleasure as each wave sends another egg moving through me, sliding onto the blankets between my legs.
Now that I’m sufficiently stretched, Zyren’s fingers move to my clit. Far before I feel ready, his steady movements push me into the most intense climax yet.
I can feel every egg as it moves through my cervix, dragging along my inner spots before stretching the muscles of my entrance. Thanks to Zyren’s venom, each sensation is divine.
He keeps my body thrumming through climax after climax. I couldn’t count the eggs if I wanted to—I’m too deeply drowning in bliss and release.
Milk gushes from my tight breasts, joined by surges of venom draining out of me and squirts of my arousal as I squeeze around the eggs, which are now firmer than the fresh one Zyren showed me.
He teases me by removing his hand from my clit.
I whine needily, then cry out as Zyren’s mouth closes around my nipple and his hands knead into my chest.
My breath heaves with overwhelm, and the sensation of Zyren sucking at my tit soon sends me tipping into another orgasm.
I manage one last coherent thought before my mind blanks out with pleasure:
Every aching day of my life has been worth it, for this.