The Next 50

Anya was surprised at the respect she was getting from the Locust. She had always thought of them as enemies, but here, in this place with who she was, it was a different story. She wouldn’t have time to think about that for long because she felt an odd sensation from her abdomen, as if the inseminated egg was repositioned inside of her, moving along the next seed in line for fertilization.

This came right in time as the next Monk started to repeat the same thing from the High Priest. His robes dropped to the floor, and yet again another large cock was pushing at her entrance, shoving inside her wet embrace and stimulating another building orgasm.

Anya was pummeled back and forth, over and over. The gangbang of Kantus Monks plowing inside of her dropping load after load after load. The minutes turned into hours, and when it was all said and done, the 50 or more eggs filled up her abdomen behind her and loaded her weight down heavier then when she started the day.

Anya was exhausted, her sweating, shaking, naked body was filled. She collapsed on to the bed, feeling a warm blanket of fine material covering her as she slipped into a long slumber. The day was done, but the last thoughts that were running through her head were not of the COG, or even her lover Marcus Fenix, but of Queen Myrrah as she felt her caress her laying head, “…Excellent my dear ….within days the new guard will be born …and the new day will dawn …our victory is at hand.”