Page 61 of Lagoon

Jonathan didn’t know what to say.

“At least give me a gun, for fuck’s sake, so that I can shoot myself,” said Mann. “Can you do that?”

“No, the women are the only ones who know where the guns are,” said Jonathan softly. “We probably shouldn’t…”

“Fuck you, Greyson. Thanks for nothing.”

Jonathan waited, and then went out of the room. He looked out a window to see that Mann was trudging off, away from the lab. It was growing dark. He shuddered. What happened now? Did he lose his head like that? Was he going to kill Riley?

Hedefinitelywanted to fuck her again with his ovipositor, that was the thing. How many times could he do that? How many eggs could she really handle in there?

He went back into the room to find Riley stirring on the bed.

He came closer, and she was writhing a little, her legs open, moving her hips, sighing, but he realized she wasn’t awake.

Was she just having a sexy dream?

He maybe didn’t mind. He settled down to watch her, looking at her egg-filled belly, at her wide open legs, at her new, scaled pussy.

She let out a long, breathy sigh, and then she said his name. “Jonathan?”

“Yeah, Riley?” he was staring into her open thighs.

“I think… something’s happening,” she groaned.

“Something bad?” he said. God, he had a fucking hard on. He wanted to play with himself and watch her do this, whatever it was, which he was hoping was not bad.

“It feels good,” she said in a throaty voice. “It feels…” Her hips jutted up and her pussy swelled and…

An egg appeared, stretching against her vaginal opening.

“Oh, fuck, it feelsamazing,” she groaned, and she pushed the egg out.

That was crazy hot. He liked watching her lay his eggs. He started jerking himself, both his cock and his stinger. “Well, thatlooksamazing,” he said.

“Mmm, I want to push them all out, I think,” she said with a little moan. “Can I?”

“Yes, definitely, yes,” he breathed.

She lifted her head. “You like it?”

He nodded vigorously.

Her back arched, and she pressed her breasts into the air. She started to touch herself, to play with one of her nipples and to rub her clitoris.

He watched as she writhed and sighed and moaned and teased herself to an orgasm that culminated with another egg pushing its way out of her body.

She did it for all five of them.

And while she did it, he jerked two eggs out of himself, which felt fantastic. It hurt a little when the egg came out of the tip of his ovipositor, but it was also the best feeling on earth, better than orgasms he used to have. His cock did actually come a little, he’d noticed, sympathetic jerks of some liquid out of the head of it. He’d have to study it, see if there was sperm in it anymore.

For now, he was distracted.

After she was finished laying all the eggs, he went to her and rubbed his hand over her body.

“Mmm, empty,” she said, tugging him down on top of her. “Put some more in me, Jonathan.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” he groaned, and inserted his stinger right into the sweet, tight, wondrously gripping center of her.

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