Scuttle Speed, Estrogen Production, Knotting

As the week drew to a close, and the bad memory of that first night was already fading, Maria lay in bed, fingering herself. Almost to orgasm, Maria felt something strange moving in her belly. It felt a little like a tummy rumble but when something small and bug like, brushed against her fingers, she glanced down. Sedated as she was by the near orgasm, she didn't move as the first Hylax, this new generation, crawled out of her pussy, followed by more of them. She watched in almost detached curiosity as the clutch crawled out, about 8 in total, and began to scurry across the bed.

This generation were faster, making it easier to chase down their prey, or alternatively escape prey that fought back. Those they infected, would be more docile, less likely to attack their offspring at birth, and more likely to sleep with other potential hosts.

One paused, the last one and it turned to face her, crawling back to climb up between her legs. No sense wasting a host and it mounted her, gripping her hips, holding onto her. It's ovipositor pressed back into her, and Maria could only moan in pleasure as the Hylax deposited another clutch of a dozen eggs in her belly. In another week she'd repeat the process, birthing her second clutch.

As the Hylax pulled out, collapsing on the floor, Maria moaned, the orgasm powerful enough she passed out, her womb full of her second clutch.