Page 34 of Lagoon

“Oh, just do it,” she muttered, lying back, moving the folded clothes away.

Oh, God, there she was.

He averted his eyes from the triangle of her mound, covered in wisps of dark hair.

“I haven’t been much for grooming there,” she said. “I haven’t been in a relationship with anyone in a long time.”

“Me either.” He looked back.

“Anyway, it’s good,” she said. “You won’t find it… appealing.”

“Oh, right,” he muttered. “Because before women started grooming their pubic hair, no one was ever aroused.”

She crossed her legs, tightly, giving him a reproachful look.

“Not that I’m… because we’re both terrified and that would be awful,” he said. “And unprofessional, and—”

“I suppose you probably couldn’t help it,” she said tightly, and then she looked pointedly at his crotch.

Which made him, for some awful reason, jerk a little inside his pants, and he was even harder. He let out a shaky breath. “I-I’msorry. Really, I—”

“Well, this is terrible for both of us, so let’s just get it over with,” she said in a breathless voice. And then she opened her legs and showed him everything.

And something else happened, inside his pants, something that wasn’t an erection, but that felt…

He put a hand there, instinctive, gasping.

“Oh, God, you’re not… just from looking at me?”

He tore at his button, at his zipper, not caring that she was there, not caring because something else washappeningto him.

“What is that?” she said.

It was behind his erect penis, another long protuberance, much longer than his cock, inches and inches longer and still growing, still lengthening. It was thin, and it had a point, like a wasp stinger. It was dark at the tip, fleshlike at the base. “I think it’s an ovipositor,” he said in a strangely detached voice.

“A…” She sat up. She reached out to touch it, then realized what she was doing and pulled her hand back. “Femaleshave ovipositors.”

“Iknowthis,” he said. “But amphibians, the sex changes, the theory I had…”

“Amphibians don’t have them,” she said. “What? Fish, right? Or certain insects?”

“Yes,” he said. “Certain kinds of insects, the ovipositors have evolved into stingers, like bees.” He touched the tip of the thing. A shuddering kind of intense pleasure shot through him. His eyes widened. “This is… bad.”

“Yes,” she said. “It’s all very, very—”

He advanced on her, with his pants still down, and her voice cut off. He still felt ashamed, but he was also curious now. He touched her thigh, to let her know he was going to use his finger to penetrate her, and her eyes widened.

Then he just did it, sliding his middle finger inside her, which went… easily. Was she wet?

Don’t think about that, for fuck’s sake.

Her cervix was scaled. And prominent. And when he touched it, it moved.

They both let out a cry.

Her cervix sucked his finger up further inside her, as if it were alive and had a mind of its own.

He yanked his hand out, swearing.

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