Tik Tik lays on the honeycombed ground of the fortress, her eyes rolling back. The kobold never felt as filled as she had now, with the rolling, pulsating egg buried deep within her. There is a warmth in there, unlike the satisfied heat of a man’s spent load, but more something else-something she can’t quite put her mind upon.
Vaspaja strokes the kobold’s cheek with her envenomed hand, snickering as she does. “Oh, my dear Tik Tik, is something the matter? Never had an egg in you that was viable?”
The kobold gasps, but she has little time to react or respond. Just as she tilts her head up, the wasp grabs her by the horns and forces her head back down.
Vaspaja skitters along the floor, facing her from the other way, her ovipositor dripping that red venomous liquid right on top of the kobold’s forehead. “You won’t have to worry about it too much longer, Tik Tik,” she says. “My venom is extraordinary, and once it’s in you, you’ll be more than happy to be the surrogate for my unborn child or the undead host for my will. Either way works for me. Now, open up, dear.”
The wasp slides a hand over the kobold’s underbelly and up along her collar, resting there. She pinches at the flesh with her pointed claws, needle tips that inject the crimson control fluid into their victim.
Tik Tik gasps, her mouth opening wide. The air in this place has shifted. The aura of control that once enveloped Vaspaja now dissipates.
Does the wasp have a weakness?
A moment later, that thick, ribbed ovipositor slides into the kobold’s mouth.
The once elegant-seeming Vaspaja throws her head back, thrusting her hips forward, shoving her goo-soaked femcock into the kobold’s mouth hole. Her cries fill the hall, the unhinged delight of someone who has no guard up and lives only for the pleasure of the moment and delights in everything she does.
The ovipositor rubs itself between Tik Tik’s cheeks, puffing the kobold’s mouth with each thrust. She cannot move her head and can hardly breathe as the fake cock rubs over her tongue, filling her tastebuds with the acrid aroma of the accumulated sweat and the musky taste of insectile sweat.
She forces the air in and out through her nostrils, though they are nearly closed off from the awkward positioning. But she does not cough nor gag and instead lets out her little gulping gasps.
While her throat bulges from each thrust going into her, the kobold lays passive underneath the wasp. Vaspaja laughs, her mouth wide in excitement, cackling at the feeling of the juicy insides of the kobold’s mouth and the tight passages of her throat massaging the stinger.
She lifts a leg, pressing it further ahead of Tik Tik, down by the kobold’s leg, giving herself more of an angle, allowing her to plow deeper.
“Ha… ah… ah… fuck…T … Tik, b… be my… my surrogate!”
Through more and more of that sick slapping against her face, bopping against her nose, the kobold’s mind and body reel in disbelief at the discomposure of the necromancer, but even more so, she cannot believe it when she feels the base of that femcock expanding, forcing her mouth more and more open.
A second egg.
Vaspaja pins her down, a foot on Tik Tik’s hip, two hands holding down her shoulders, two more at her horns. She ruts forward in a much less controlled state than the previous laying, letting that egg expand her dong and open the kobold’s mouth, forcing it down further until it pops out of the tip of the ovipositor and finds itself in Tik Tik’s throat.
Tik Tik coughs as the cock slips out of her mouth, a floppy thing oozing with venom, tracing itself down the kobold’s snout and then dripping to the ground.
Vaspaja clamps the kobold’s mouth shut, other hands massaging Tik Tik’s throat.
Tik Tik coughs, small spurts of the juicy stuff oozing out between her teeth, but she cannot remove that egg. Instead, the attention the wasp gives forces her to swallow it, to make it go down to her stomach, to sit there, so close to her womb.
The twin eggs puls within her, bulging her body, making her pregnant with the dark spawn of the dark mistress of necromancy.
Huffing a few times, Vaspaja soon wipes her mouth and stumbles to her feet, her ovipositor dangling and drooling between her legs, her wings twitching, her smile widening. “Fuck… Tik Tik… there is something special about you.
The kobold gurgles, coughs, and rolls on her side. “Is that… all you got?” she groans, clawing at the ground, rolling over, and pushing herself up to her knees, puddles of venomous goop pooling all around her as she coughs. Her voice is hoarse, and her body shakes as it feels the toxins pumping through her.
“You are resilient, aren’t you? Perhaps there’s something about that kobold tenacity I’ve heard so much about?” Vaspaja says, tapping her cheek. “Of course, now that my eggs are within you, they’ll soon take over your mind. So, enjoy your last moments of reflecting your opinions, and get ready to spill all your secrets. We can start with where you told the elemental spirits that make up your old book where to go.”
Tik Tik blinks. “The old… spellbook? It’s lost, nngh… scattered and spread.”
She squats before Tik Tik and pats her on the head. “Oh, my dear little kobold,” the wasp says. “Knowledge that is lost can be rediscovered. It’s just much easier when the one who lost it in the first place finds it. They’ll be much more likely to poke their heads out of their hiding place if you search for them.”
“That’s why… you want me…” Tik Tik asks, holding her swollen stomach.
“Oh, there are so many things I want you for,” Vaspaja says, her hands outstretched.
“With my eggs in you, though, it just means that we can begin my marvelous uses soon.”