...in ecstasy

The abdomen swung in closer. Teysa's eyes remained fixed on the ovipositor. It was long and thick, with a vein standing out on the top and a bulbous tip that leaked dribbles of greenish fluid. She remembered her first time, on the floor of a cave that looked very much like this one, her hands bound and her terror pounding in her ears. Now she breathed calmly and evenly. Now she reached down and parted her sex with the fingers of one hand. The other reached out towards the ovipositor and gripped it. It left a sticky residue on her palm, but she squeezed it all the same and was rewarded with a tiny spurt of the green goop. Lolth stopped moving with her abdomen a couple of feet away. She looked down expectantly.

Teysa took a deep breath and pushed the ovipositor between her legs. Its bulbous head rested against her furrow. She could feel the heat pulsing off of it in waves. It throbbed with its own heartbeat. She swallowed, closed her eyes, and slid it inside her.

Her nether lips stretched to accommodate the intrusion. The ovipositor was massive, at least as thick as her forearm, and it widened nearer to the base. The first few inches slipped into her pussy with a wet sigh, and Teysa shuddered at the overwhelming feeling of fullness. The head was full and ripe and it pressed against her walls on all sides. Her tight channel clamped down on the ovipositor, but she **** herself to relax, and little by little her grip loosened. Another inch slid in and Teysa groaned. Warmth trickled up her spine. The tip of the ovipositor was nestled in her delicate pink folds; wetness beaded her pussy lips and dripped down onto her thighs, and it was not all from the green lubricant. The meaty rod inside her had a gravity all its own; she felt it, a weight in her belly, like a warm stone. It was not unpleasant, but it was intense.

Another couple of inches disappeared inside her. As it moved, its ridged surface brushed against her inner walls, the soft velvet cave of her sex, awakening a wet and greedy hunger in her brain. Her heart was racing. This close, the Goddess's presence was like a silent explosion; when Teysa closed her eyes, she could still sense her looming presence. She felt as though she were playing with fire. The thing inside her had the potential to unmake her if she wasn't careful. The rising heat from her loins could turn into a wildfire that would burn her to ash... if she couldn't master it.

Teysa's clit poked out of its hood, awake and engorged. It demanded attention. She reached down with one hand and began to rub it between two fingers. As she did, her vaginal muscles relaxed, and she allowed the ovipositor to plunge another couple of inches deeper. It was even larger than the Matron's had been; a bump the size of her two fists stood proud of her mons by a couple of inches. There was no pain, only a kind of urgent fizzing in her blood, a crackle of barely contained power. Teysa's skin was stretched taut, veins visible below the surface. She seized a fistful of ovipositor and pulled. At the same time, she bucked her hips forward, pressing her body down onto the impaling rod.

It would not go deeper. She squirmed around it like a bug on a pin. She could feel her body straining to accommodate the massive phallus. It pressed so tightly against her walls that she could feel each throb of its pulse. Each quiver sent a spasm of ecstasy through her. She fought for control. This was not an invasion and her body was not being conquered. It was communion, and for a brief moment, her soul touched the divine. She grabbed the thick, muscular organ with both hands and tugged insistently. There was a moment of terrible pressure, a moment when she thought that could not do it, that she would break or burst instead. Then the ovipositor slid into her womb.

Her eyes rolled back into her head and her limbs jittered. The sensations filling her mind now made her earlier pleasures feel hollow. She was full in every sense of the word; stretched, stuffed, every intimate crevice of her body yielded up to the Goddess. She held nothing back. Perhaps what she was experiencing was only a metaphor, a way for her mind to make sense of what was happening to her, but there was nothing metaphorical about the climax that tore through her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her toes curled and her heels beat against the floor of the cave. She did not let go of the ovipositor for a second, and when it shivered in her hands, she shivered with it in anticipation.

A bulge appeared at the base of the ovipositor. A muscular ripple ran down its length and the bulge pushed forward an inch or two. Teysa felt it squeeze inside her; she trembled, making little gasping noises as the motion tickled her ultrasensitive passage. In the afterglow of her first orgasm every little twitch and jerk could set her off. As the egg made its way along the tube's length, Teysa cooed and sighed. She helped it along with her hands. It held up for a moment at her entrance. Her quim, already stretched to its limit around the meaty thickness of the ovipositor, distended still further. The bulge beneath her mound swelled obscenely. As it came, the egg pushed against her inner walls, somehow finding each sensitive spot and rubbing them perfectly. Her anticipation built with each inch of progress. When it reached her cervix it paused for just a moment. She rubbed her belly, her fingers tracing along the rippling fleshy bulge. "Go," she whispered. "I'm ready."

This time there was pain, bright pain, pain that gritted her teeth and set the tendons in her neck standing out like hawsers. She braced herself and **** it down. She had chosen this. She would master it.

She could feel squirming inside her. The egg was a rubbery ball the size of her fist. It slithered into her womb and plopped free, along with a torrent of warm fluid. Teysa could feel it thrumming inside her. She could see in her mind's eye a tiny orb of light nestled at her core: a warm and comforting presence, like a miniature sun. As soon as it detached from the ovipositor its light began to fade, but a faint glimmer remained. She was signing a pact, she realized, signing it with her body and her will. She was accepting a gift, and a tiny voice in her head asked what would be asked of her in return. There would be a price. She thought of the cabin again, and for a moment her will wavered. El'keth's face swam up in her memory, and Aliara's, and Lil'esh's... Teysa swallowed hard and nodded to herself. Her work was not yet done.

The second egg was already following the first. This time the pain was leavened with a warm sensation of plump fullness. The last time this had happened, Teysa had felt as though she were being stuffed to bursting; now, her stomach had the ripe sensation of a satisfying meal. Eggs rolled back and forth inside her as she shifted position. She tried her best to get comfortable. More eggs were visible along the length of the ovipositor, and more still clustered in a translucent sac at its base. It seemed impossible that that many would fit in Teysa's body, but one by one they pumped into her. Each one rubbed against her delicate pink lips and inner walls, plucking at the strings of her arousal and filling her mind with desire. She bucked her hips against the ovipositor and enjoyed the way it slid around inside her. Her belly rose, first to the level of a pregnant woman about to give birth, then still farther, swelling into a massive gravid orb that pinned her to the ground. Her hands cradled it and she marveled at how smooth her skin felt, how warm, how it gurgled as she gently rocked back and forth.

At last the Goddess withdrew. Teysa let out a little yelp as the ovipositor slithered free from her womb; her channel tried to recover its former tightness, but she was so stuffed with eggs that it could not close all the way. A stream of greenish fluid glugged out of her gaping quim and pooled on the stone floor. Teysa barely noticed. She could feel herself drowsing. Perhaps she would sleep for just a moment...