She feeds it to her babies! (Epilogue: An army of lovers)

"I think my hungry babies need it more than I do!" Charlotte cries out, finally allowing herself release as she hears her eggs cracking open inside you and her satanic spawn hatching inside you and crawling up to your sugar sweet heart. You barely have time to feel the sharp sting of betrayal and the icy pall of terror before your racing heart is tickled by the tiny legs of bastard babies. From the first nursing nibbles you feel all your dread and doubt and despair fall away to be replaced by a warm security blanket of bliss.

Charlotte suckles your whimpery lips, whispering, "Don't worry, I'll SHLLP save the last LICK bite for MMPH myself." You feel oddly grateful to her for keeping at least a little bit of your heart and soul all to herself. Practically, it just means another owner that can order you to do anything, and you have to obey, no matter how viscous or vile...and love them unconditionally as they use and abuse you. Then again, it's not as if finding a mistress that MAKES you do all the demented deviant deeds you don't even dare dream of isn't exactly what you wanted. Why not make it a baker's dozen?

It doesn't take the dreadful darlings long to burrow their way into your heart, devouring it deliciously in a baby bites. Every crumb is another creamy climax, your bliss extended as another piece of your soul is greedily gobbled. The less you have left, the more love you feel spontaneously split up amongst the dozen devourers. Eventually, all that's left is a bite, and true to her word, Charlotte's children carry it to her as they crawl from your quivering cunt and hand it to her with fastly forming human hands. Your winsome webslinger smiles as she slowly sucks it, saying, "I hope SUCK you don't MMPH mind me SHHLP savoring it, but you MMM taste like SLURP strawberries!" You don't mind a bit, all your little deaths and rapturous rebirths have led you to a blissfully bimbo blank nirvana....

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In the end, it turns out that Charlotte was telling the truth about loving you, as much as she's capable anyway. In fact, now that you are helplessly devoted to her for life and beyond, she doesn't see the need to lie to you ever again. In fact, she shares more with you than any lover she ever takes from since she first enslaved you. Of course, most of her lovers can't compete with your combination of sweetly submissive servitude, endlessly kinky imagination, and the ability to transform into anything your fantastically filthy minds imagine.

Then again, most of her lover's don't last a night. She needs the seed of powerful men to make her daughters powerful and predatory as the first dozen Arch Demon/Arachnymph hybrids. It kills you to watch her woo a werewolf, milk a minotuar, or lure a llamia, but you get a sick, squelchy satisfaction watching her liquify their guts and turn it into baby food for her brood to be. Especially knowing she will fuck you and fill you just as whole heartedly as the first time. Their is no position to profane or fantasy to foul for her to fulfill as she makes each brutally blissful birth better than the last.

She especially loves imagining you as the feminized version of her latest lost 'love', telling you between kisses how much hotter you are than them, how much she hates their seed inside her, and how she can't wait to fill you with her fertilized eggs. 'Unfortunately, the fertilization process takes days. Fortunately, with Collete's kids being the deadliest assassins, most desirable spies, and most devious infiltrators, the powers that be have seen fit to put you both in a full time breeder position, living in the lap of luxury in the penthouse of the hottest highrise in Pandemonium. You have all the time in the world to let her toy with you while you goon the days away.

Charlotte has to share you, eventually, of course. There is always at least one batch of beauties that stay behind to guard the nest as the latest take time to grow to full sized and eerily mature monster girls ready to take over. The last thing they do before heading off to seek their fame and fortune is to share a piece of your heart with their sweetly sadistic sisters. Then it's a whole new batch of beastly beauties to love whole heartedly, even though it's down to crumbs among the countless.

They treat you very well, all things considered. Sure they are jealous and petty, carelessly cruel, and endlessly imaginative in ways to inflict new horny humiliations on your beautifully blushing body. On the other hand, all of that gets you off in a guilty, gushy way, and then you get to enjoy the sloppy sweet makeup sex and all the sticky spoiling that they offer to apologize. You have a veritable harem of harlots that all seem desperate to make the most of their time with you before it's their turn to be shipped off. While you are unable to defy their wickedest whims, really it feels like they are the ones enslaved to you sometimes.

After all, deep down, you long for the lewdest and lowest treatment, and you love that you inspire the most profound perversions in your surrogate spawn, and they must know their doing you a fiendish favor by forcing you to do things you'd never think to beg for on your own.

Charlotte gets you all to herself for the next few days at least. It's unspoken, but unbroken law that upon being seeded and slurping up her latest prey, she gets you all to herself while she gestates her eggs. She shoots them inside you just at they are ready to hatch, just needing any wet, warm hole and preferring yours. Not that she picks your pussy everytime. Sometimes it's your aching ass or throbbing throat. Wherever it is, it's the same trip to squelchy Shangri-LaLa Land.

This time you're a suckubus of all things. She's just licked the last of the incuboi she's devoured and has you be the 'girl' version of him. You suspect she knows you were AIAB, but she never mentions it, as if it doesn't matter as long as you're HER gooner girl. And for the next few days, and shared in cycles over and over again, you will be. It's not a noble fate, and you know she can only truly love you as a fantasy, but you love your dream life much more than you ever did your 'real' life. You never have to wake up from this wet dream, and you'll live...