Anonymous: I saw an illustration of a half woman-half centipede, like a centaur. I just keep thinking about being caught by her. She's so much bigger than me, so much stronger. I'm dragged deep into some woods or a cave so no one can hear me calling out for help.
I struggle enough to exhaust myself, and then it's so easy for her to hold me in place while her insectoid cock pushes into my boycunt, deep enough to reach my womb. I'm laying against her, my back to her front. My head resting against her breasts as she strokes my hair, softly pumping more and more inside me, telling me what a good job I'm doing. She says she's gonna keep me here, to make sure the eggs stay safe. I'm sure there's too many being pressed inside me, it hurts. She hushes me. Telling me we're almost done but the eggs just keep coming. I don't know if I'm just that sick or if the bites she gave me when she first caught me have something to do with it, but I start feeling so serene and enraptured by everything that's happening. So happy.
Well, if it's some pathetic little human versus someone so powerful, it's an easy match, right? It's so simple for her to drag you away, even with your struggling. It's not like anyone can hear you, anyway; she already chose a target far away from anyone else, and she's making sure she won't be disturbed while she uses you for her needs. She can pull you under her influence by latching onto your neck with sharp fangs and letting you tire yourself out, and from there she has no problems tearing your clothes from your body and pulling you close, stroking your hair and soothing you as her ovipositor pushes into your slick boycunt.
It's big, bigger than anything you've taken before, but her "venom" and your own inability to fight back, weakened by fatigue, work together to make your body so much more pliant and welcoming than it normally would be. Her cock opens you wide up, but it feels so nice that you don't really see any use in resisting, especially because you don't have any energy left to do so. Still, that aching stretch makes you whimper aloud without meaning to, and she's perfectly happy to comfort you as she slides deeper, deeper, pressing right up against your cervix. With a jerk of her hips, her cock pops right through the resistance your body puts up, and you whine.
Her eggs are a different matter altogether, smooth bulges that slide up her ovipositor and squelch wetly into your womb with a gush of slime. Hard-shelled, they easily fill you to your limit and then some, but it's just so nice to be taken care of, even if you're not sure the human body was designed for something like this. She shushes you when you try to say something, reminding you that you can't do anything about it, anyway, so why bother worrying? Just lay back, and she can take care of you, she can make you feel good. All you need to do is be a good incubator for her, and just leave everything else to her.
Your midsection swells with her eggs, and your womb complains, burning, aching. Again, you whine, but your centipede woman is right there for you to rest against as her cock fills you. Her presence is so comforting that you can almost ignore how heavy and round your body is. It's uncomfortable, sure, but there's just something so nice about knowing you'll be taken care of. With her brood safely inside of your body, she has all of her young in one place, and she can just protect you from now on. You don't ever need to worry about anything else.
What will happen when her young hatch? Will you need to lay the eggs first, or will you have to bear the sensation of squirming, leggy bodies inside of you? Will she let you go at that point?