The inhuman driver - what appeared to you to be an oversized cockroach just barely contained in the putrid, overalls and boots that remained of its guise, brownish exoskeleton crushed into the creaking fabric – finally turned its head to face you, sickly yellow eyes staring into you and an exposed clawed limb grasping your shoulder as it finally spoke.
“It’s a long trip…” he(?) began in a deep, guttural growl.
Kerb used his other foreleg to bend the arm of his “suit” back. The rotted flesh torn away, all you could do was gawk. Nothing of the disguise remained. Any and all residue had slid off the chitin. No stench, but the Bug’s breath was sickly sweet. For a brief moment, his grip left your shoulder. But there was no way you could outrun this creature. Now both tri-clawed hands were on you.
Is he an omnivore?
Despite the sharp teeth, human hide, and the mandibles framing your face, you hoped he preferred plant matter.
Oh, who am I kidding? “It’s a long trip.” What else, you figured as his external mouthparts forced eye contact, could he possible want from-?
“I’m going to need some entertainment.”
And then you got a mouthful of saccharine tongue. Kerb couldn’t quite kiss the way you were probably used to, because he didn’t have lips. But he was tired of wearing Edgar’s husk. Besides, it was better you got used to his appearance quickly.
“Your turn.”
You were about to ask what that meant. Almost as soon as he withdrew his tongue, it re-entered your mouth and violated your throat. Your unasked question was answered when his claws began to shred apart your clothing. Shirt was first to rip, exposing your breasts. The lack of protective exoskeleton just enhanced your cuteness in his yolky eyes. Kerb was starting to understand the appeal of milk sucking.
Raising you like a precious doll with his midlegs, the Bug reclined on his back. Before he could begin on your skirt, you started to protest.
“You’re way too big!”
A surprisingly humanoid phallus jutted out of him, centered between midlegs and hindlegs. Because you were wearing a skirt with no tights, its head kissed your panties. You tried to angle your crotch, futilely, away.
“I’m not sure whether I’m more scared of your prick or your stinger.”
“Didn’t you just see me come out of that guy?” Kerb chuckled. “Now it’s time to come in you.”
Although his grip wasn’t painful, it was clear no amount of squirming was going to help. A wet spot formed on the cloth shielding you from his length.
“Can you get these off without ripping them?”
Kerb’s grin widened. The drawers were barely halfway down your legs when his tool thumped your labia. His first set of “hands” engulfing your chest, the Bug slid slowly into you. You watched it disappear. While you’d never been stretched this far before, there was no pain. The friction was actually... nice. Maybe your secretions were actually helping.
”Let’s be quick, we have a flight to catch.”
Kerb gave a sudden thrust, penetrating your cervix. Easily cramming his entire member inside. The only indication a small bulge above your mons.
Imagine thinking Pelle’s the perfect roommate. What you didn’t know was that...
When he offered to do laundry, it was so he could bury his face in your freshly worn drawers. When he offered to do the dishes, it was so he could get an indirect kiss drinking out of your freshly used glass. And when he offered to make supper, it was so a harmless soporific could be slipped into your beverage.
Pelle wanted to swap bodily fluids. Discreetly sampling your discharge and saliva couldn’t sate his desire. But right then, getting your juices straight from the source kept his desire sated.
Before the trip to Sweden, your roomie needed to prepare your body for his touch. Then he could enter you without the use of his tongue or finger or a toy.
Imagine the Green Goblin thinking you’re too cute to be partnered with Spider-Man. Looks-wise, you’re way out of Spidey’s league, but power-wise he seems to be out of yours.
Besides, Gobby thinks as he presses you against the glass and splits open the cr0tch of your suit, you’re too easily intimidated. Your vulnerability does have its uses, though. Like how the Green Goblin is going to lay down on his board, unsheath his dick, and make you ride it. You can’t fight back and you’re afraid the villain’s going to push you off once he’s done using you. He won’t, but it’s going to feel so good when you clench around him in fear.
Imagine Slausen getting you drunk enough to decide it’d be a good idea to have sex with him exchange for releasing your friends. He will release them, from the mortal coil. When you’ve sobered up, he’ll remind you that he made no promise to release you.
Imagine after Dani’s crowned May Queen, Pelle decides to give you a consolation prize. You’re still under the effects of the tea, too dazed to do anything but comply.
Once you’ve been tenderly stripped of your white dress, Pelle’s so intent on fondling you, that he barely makes out your mumbling. A slurred compliment about the blossoms adorning Dani. Then, “Where are... we?”
He has to hurry, the tea’s wearing off. His fingers’ stickiness tell Pelle you’re prepped enough for solstice sex.
Imagine Michael finding a speculum while tracking you down at the hospital. He finds you soon after, and decides fill the lull in his murder spree with some exploration of your body.
Imagine ChromeSkull making you and Tommy f/u/c/k each other while he records it. The killer has already had quite a bit of fun with you before your friend intruded. He’ll let you rest while forcing Tommy to watch the tape a few (or many) times.
