Breeding Beatrice (bonus scene)

Beatrice thrashed against the sticky slime, but each flex of her strong muscles only found her further ensnared in the wicked goo. Up, up, up she rose and the creepy blue lights only seemed to get brighter as she drew closer. Suddenly, Beatrice collided with a soft wall of translucent, fleshy webbing. A hole in the messy mesh slurpped up her arm, and panic seized her heart. The pressure built, and for a moment Beatrice feared her arm would be rended from its socket. At last, the webbing split and nest completely enveloped Beatrice within its folds. For the first time since her frightening flight, Beatrice moved her arm freely, and she hastily groped through the blue darkness for her greataxe. Nowhere to be found.

A wet squelching noise sounded above, and Beatrice spun around. Clinging to the webbing directly behind her loomed the source of the blue light. A huge, fat worm the size of an ox dangled its tail, letting its blue bioluminescent end sway side-to-side. Beatrice felt her muscles tense before going fully lax, and she dropped to the sticky floor of the nest in a heap. Her head spun, reeling at the magnificent, hypnotic blue light. What she failed to notice was the flesh, black tube extending from the Lumoworm's glowing rear.

SPLULCH! The massive mollusk flopped from its perch, dropping onto the webbing. Its sheer weight shook the whole nest, and its heavy, blue tail slammed into Beatrice's shoulder, knocking her over. In that moment the worm seized its opporutune proximity, thrusting the black tube at the warrior's exposed loins. Its slimy head prodded at one muscular thigh, smeared its secretions along her leg, before finally spearing her cunt.

"Ngah! What?" the sudden penetration shook Beatrice from her hypnotic stupor, and she pounded a heavy fist against the creature's rubbery hide to no avail. The thick flesh only bounced and wobbled under her attack, but the **** did have one distinct result. Beatrice successfully alerted the rest of the nest to her presence. "Shit..." was the last thing she said before a second and third Lumoworm dropped to either side of her head. A slime-slick black tendril wriggled free of its fat, blue home and slid across her pale cheek.

A **** Beatrice attempted to bite down on the rubbery tendril, but that only helped it find her mouth. When the first worm gave her womanhood a harsh jab, Beatrice let out a gasp, and the second tube thrust down her throat. The thid worm just writhed around amidst the orgy of flesh. Speared by vile wormcock from both ends, Beatrice flailed helplessly beneath their bloated, blue bodies.

After an aching, prolonged pounding, Beatrice felt both worms pause and a pressure built in their slimy, black genitalia. Multiple, distinct bulges piped along the tube's length, directly toward her mouth and pussy. No way was she going out like this. Beatrice clenched her throat and groin fighting back as best she could, but the fat worms prevailed, spouting a torrent of sticky, marble-sized eggs down her throat and into her awaiting womb. The surge seemed unceasing, and a small bulge began to form beneath her chiseled abs. The warrior's breathing grew shallow, and the darkness claimed her.

Beatrice blinked slowly. She let out a hoarse cough, her throat still rough from the fucking. How long had she been ****? It was still dark, but some of the cruel light remained off in the distance, basking the immediate area in a blue filter. The warrior shifted on her back. Thankfully the creatures left her limbs unbound. Their mistake. As soon as she regained her energy, she would destroy these vermin. Beatrice attempted to sit upright, but something weighed on her torso. Another slow blink.

Buxom was a suitable word for Beatrice, ever since she was blessed by the goddess with womanhood. But this... this was obscene. Where once she sported a proud pair of breasts, Beatrice found herself pinned beneath two bloated teats, each as big as a halfling. Yet her horror didn't end there. Below and between her huge tits jutted a dome of muscled flesh. She still had her abs, but they were warped and stretched by the stuffed gut behind. Beatrice carefully rolled onto her side, accompanied by an audible sloshing. She felt like a tick, filled to bursting. And then, deep within her, something stirred.

Cold sweat erupted across the warrior's swollen frame. Her once strong and powerful body had been claimed by the worms, filled with their monstrous offspring. Where had her friends gone?

"Rosaria? Helen?" Beatrice murmured weakly. One strong hand hefted the flesh of one teat. It rolled about, sloshing in her grip like an over-filled waterskin. So heavy. She gave it a squeeze, but immediately recoiled. Glowing, blue milk sprayed like a font into the air, speckling her taut tummy like an inverted planetarium. That's when the first contraction hit. Pain rippled throughout Bea's body and she clasped her hands to either side of her churning belly. "Shhh... please no... I don't want this..." she hissed through gritted teeth.

Over the next hour or so, Beatrice birthed dozens of foot-long larva. A blanket of her squirming spawn wriggled across their mother's quivering body, eager to lap at her luminous lactation. Finally, the last of the warrior's inhuman babies crawled free from her bruised, gaping cunt. At last the agony was over. Or so she thought. Casting her gaze upward, she watched another five adult Lumoworms creeping into position above her. It seemed too much for her to handle, and Beatrice let loose a broken wail into the dark caverns as the beasts descended on her again. She would be bred by the monsters until the end of her days. Grevakhnu is pleased with this sacrifice.