Sucking his dick covered in honey. Warm thick sugar coating my mouth for those thick spurt of cum. Sucking him clean to get my sugar a good level to keep me cumming over and over
Was struck by some inspiration. This may actually be my new worst thing I’ve ever written.
Contains bug stuff, egg stuff, being consumed from the inside, gore, abortion by parasitism, mental deterioration, and death.
She was terrified.
It had been a whole day since her wife had should have been home. She’d called every person she could think of who could know anything. No one had seen her since her last shift ended, as far as the world knew she got in their car after clocking out and then disappeared.
The cops were no help, they’d barely listened once they found out she was pregnant, all but outright saying that she was ditched by a deadbeat. She walked down to the station even, feet killing her, back aching, freezing through her coat in the harsh winter air. They were more polite this time in telling her it was a waste of their time, “too busy this time of year” her ass there weren’t even a thousand people in town!
She’d elected to walk home after the cunt of a receptionist told her that they could give her a ride if she waited an hour or so. It took a block to regret this decision, and she ducked into an alleyway to call a ride. Nothing. She always forgot how quickly cold could make a battery die, let alone a shitty one in a phone that should’ve been replaced three years ago.
She made her way towards the restaurant; maybe she could get a ride there. It was out of the way but they shouldn’t all be out yet and maybe one of them had heard something. Not to mention saving her from the hill she already nearly slipped down on the walk to the station.
The one silver lining she was holding onto at this point was at least the snow stopped the night before. It was quiet, peaceful, and frankly would be beautiful. If not for her wife still being missing. If not for the stress she already must have put on herself and the baby. If not for the fact that she was exhausted and starving and hadn’t had so much as a cup of water since she left the apartment because how the fuck could they only have coffee to offer a pregnant woman at a fucking police station!
She didn’t notice the noise at first. It wasn’t until she noticed the strange warmth of the air that she reexamined with all her senses. A buzzing. A slightly sweet smell. They grew stronger as she moved, until finally something confused her enough to stop. There was no snow around the building. It was a parking garage made back when this place was being set up as a suburb for the nearby city, right up until the economy crashed and destroyed any chance of the population booming. Now it just sat there. No staff, no power. But now no snow. And a buzzing. And something else. Something that made her feel insane. Something that made her ignore every other thing in her body and life. On an upper floor she could just barely hear an echoing sound. People camped out there all the time in warmer months, but she recognized that snoring. She slept next to it almost every night for the past six years.
Maybe she was delusional, maybe she was tired and desperate but she didn’t care. She ran into the complex, up the ramp at the end and nearly fell taking the corner. She cried out as she felt a sharp pain in her ankle, mentally kicking herself even as she managed to conclude that despite being painful it wasn’t properly broken or sprained. Limping along the second floor the adrenaline still coursed through her but concern started rising. Why would she be here? Why wouldn’t she call? Followed by more material concerns. Why was it getting humid? And warm? And where could that damn buzzing be from? She thought it was some lights acting up on the street but the only light here was seeping in from gaps in the walls. It was with trepidation that she ascended to the third floor. All consideration left her mind as she saw a familiar shape. Curled up in a corner, only barely visible even as a silhouette was the form of her wife. She nearly fell again letting go of the wall and sprinting over, tears blurring her vision. She tried to speak but the only thing that came out was something best described as a croak. She collapsed, knees flashing in pain as her arms wrapped around the familiar body, shaking her beloved. It was only after a few moments that she noticed that sweet smell was even stronger. That something stiff was attaching the body to the corner. The buzzing was even louder, the clothes on her wife were ripped and stained, and her limbs felt thin and her body felt heavy and her skin was so so pale.
Her eyes were bloodshot when they opened; plain to see even in the near nonexistent light. The gasp of air that was quickly followed by a dry cough made her blood run only colder.
She wasn’t ready for the impact when it came. One second she was trying to pry her wife’s arms from the wall, the next something heavy and buzzing and fast had knocked her onto her side hard. Her head grazed the concrete, her arm popped in its socket, and the breath flew out of her lungs. Sharp pain suddenly coursed through her leg and blood immediately began soaking her pant leg. The disorientation from the fall was only worsened by the pain but she managed to look to the attacker.
If she had breath she would be screaming, as it was a gurgle barely passed her lips. She thought at first she was losing her mind, it was a bug! But the pain redoubling as the limb speared through her leg started to drag her. Impossible or not the creature wasn’t giving her time to process, she grabbed for her wife; hands trying to get into her jacket, she always kept a multitool in the pocket, maybe fighting back was possible!
Her arm was stopped in the attempt. A sharp limb pinning it through the wrist, quickly adding to the force dragging her. She wriggled and breathed, screaming now even as the buzzing of wings had become deafening so close to her. The wasp thing moved its head near her, mandibles locking on to her free arm with enough force to break through her layered clothes. She felt it getting wet, at first thought blood but realized more and more was being added. The thing was covering her in something! She understood once they reached the opposing corner, her arm being slammed into the wall and staying stuck to it. The spit rapidly hardened, skin painfully fusing to it and the wall. It removed its limbs from her impaled ones and she did the only thing she could think to do, arm wrapping protectively around her stomach and legs kicking at the monster. It paid her no mind, moving over to her wife.
Guilt wracked the back of her mind as she felt so thankful to no longer be this things victim, her own attention mostly turning to trying in vain to free her arm. She kept glancing to the thing, horrified and sobbing as she saw it pull something out from between her legs. At first she thought it was a chunk of flesh until it started wriggling. It was a maggot. It was a maggot the size of a fucking shoe and it was wriggling and covered in blood and coming out of her wife. A groan sounded, largely drowned out by the buzzing but it was the only sounds she could hear. The way the flesh quit bulging, the blood pooling beneath her, the head of another of those Things emerging on its own from the love of her life. It was a nightmare. It had to be a nightmare. This couldn’t be real, she was going to wake up and be in bed and forget this whole thing ever didn’t happen.
Four more maggots had emerged before the sounds from her wife stopped. She was still trying to rip her arm away from the wall, skin around the paste tearing up but on enough to break free. She watched in wordless horror as the monster moved its mouth upward and in three strong motions of the jaw her wife’s head rolled off. She screamed. She screamed and thrashed and sobbed as the demons fed on her love. The bug’s attention finally moved back to her, it hovered her way effortlessly as its mandibles worked up more spit.
She was begging now, energy running dry even as she still attempted to keep it away. It bit at her wounds, spit sealing them painfully as it did. She knew what was next. She didn’t know how but she knew what. She wanted to die, she needed to die, this couldn’t happen to her, she couldn’t go through that!
She was secured to the wall soon enough. The monster was gathering all the maggots, taking them further into the complex. She kept wailing for help, desperate for someone to hear, to save her, to at least kill her. Minutes passed, maybe hours, she had no idea what anything was now. She was brought back to reality by a gentle kick from her stomach, horror once again gripping her as it all weighed on her again. She was supposed to be home, resting, preparing to bring this beautiful new life into the world. The ultimate product of their love. Her gaze drifted to the remains of her wife for the first time in a while. There was nothing recognizable left. It was barely human. It was meat.
She passed out. Exhaustion and horror and hunger and every other thing that could possibly weigh on her dragging her into dreams or delusions.
She was awoken by pain in her crotch. Eyes bolting open as the thing tore at her pants, exposing her effortlessly. The crying started again, dry throat trying to scream as she looked around for any form of help. She froze as she saw a new nightmare. Another one. This one bigger, wingless and fat, barely able to walk. The initial monster spread her legs, the strength of it completely eliminating even the ability to pretend to put up a good fight. It wasn’t until the new one turned around, backing towards her that she saw it. Where a stinger would be on a wasp, and was on the other creature, was a fleshy tube. And it was moving. She tried to escape, so hard did she writhe but to no success. It was hot when it touched her lower lips, pushing in further than anything ever had. She desperately tried to rationalize it as something else. She thought of her wife filling her, of this all just being a dream or a fantasy she’d lost herself in, it didn’t matter what as long as it wasn’t real.
It was painful as the first egg pushed in. A baseball sized mass of warmth stretching her already filled insides. Then another. And another. And more and more, she lost count of how many, mind still desperately trying to be anywhere else. Trying not to think of how full she was, how much pressure she felt on her baby, what she’d already seen the end result of this be.
It felt like an eternity later when the tube pulled out. One of the eggs nearly followed it but the smaller monster held it in with its mandibles, spit prepared and quickly applied to seal in the precious spheres. More spit was applied around her legs, more and more trapped in body and mind.
She didn’t know how much time passed. In her mind she was in a hospital. Her wife was holding her hand. She was so full because it was time! Their baby was coming! Even in this thought though she couldn’t fully escape. She couldn’t drown out the feeling of the Things growing. Of the pressure increasing. When they started squirming in her. When their mouths began to tear at her. As that life she had nurtured and loved and done so much to prepare for was torn apart inside her. She felt the water burst inside. She felt the cord be chewed away. She saw them moving under her flesh. Her baby was gone. Her wife was gone. She would be gone soon too.
In her mind she was going in to labor. As the seal was breached and the maggots crawled out she had a healthy baby girl. As they gnawed at her flesh she was going in to a well earned rest after bringing a wonderful new life into the world. Her free arm cradled one of them even as it ate away at it. She was holding her baby. The bug sunk its mandibles into her throat. Her wife hugged around her neck. It was done.
