Imagine soon after establishing a steady sex life with Owen, he wants to share you with others.
“A harem, though? Doesn’t that seem a bit... excessive?”
“We can start with a threesome.” Owen started rattling off names of Sunnydale High students he’d caught checking you out. Flustered, you told him he could stop. “Blayne Mol- Okay.”
And that’s how you found yourself the next day, three-quarters into a She-Mantis transformation. Owen’s classmate was engrossed with smooching the back of your neck. From the sloppy licks and way his teeth scraped your nape, it was clear he lacked experience. Well, loosing his V-card while spit-roasting a mantid monster was something he could hold over other guys’ heads. At least, Owen suggested, to your other concubines.
“Stop joking about that,” you’d muttered.
Imagine your surprise when Blayne’s fingers reached past your folds, making you gape with his thumbs, and two tools lined up to penetrate the same orifice.
“It’s okay if neither of us are wearing a condom, right, ______? Blayne wanted to lose his virginity in the coolest way possible. Besides,” Owen continued as he thrust into the crowded hole, his swelling member rubbing against Blayne’s cock, “DPing’s more likely to fertilize those eggs.”