Lesbian Foreplay with the Female Larva
"W-Wait...! Hiiiyaaaaah!!!"
I turn pale, my face draining of color as I scramble backward. The larva rears up, wriggling its hundreds of legs. No way, this is impossible on a physiological level. My back hits the fleshy wall, trapping me, and the larva envelops me. Hundreds of legs cling to my glossy skin.
"H-Huh...! Hya! Hyaaah!! Hiiiyaaaaah!!"
Screams escape me whether I want them to or not. Its bulging black eyes press close, and its fuzzy legs stroke my bare skin. Bumpy, twitching faintly in a rippling vibration like dominoes tapping across my body. At this point, the shock hits me like I'm about to pass out.
A hellish monster blending cockroach and slime, fused with tentacles and mammalian structures. The larva embracing me gapes its mouth wide—big enough to swallow me whole. My vision fills entirely with the larva's maw. Drool-packed jaws, impossibly enormous. I get a clear view of its repulsive oral structure: layered mandibles, countless teeth inside, undulating pink throat and muscles. From deep within comes a rotten, fishy stench like chemical explosives.
"—Urk?!"
That massive, reeking mouth engulfs my entire face.
"Guh...!? Urk! Uwoooorrrk!!"
My head swallowed whole, I tremble violently, thrashing to escape, but the larva has me pinned tight with dozens of legs like a public fleshlight. And now it begins. Darkness swallows my vision completely—no light anywhere. Its jagged teeth grind into my scalp and skin from all sides. I feel my face distorting in a grotesque mash. Beyond stench, it's like chemical gas. Each breath burns through my nose. Snot pours from my flared nostrils, soaking my mouth; tears stream out. The smell stings. The reek is pain. It feels like blood, not snot, gushing forth.
"━━━━━━!!! ━━━━━━━!!!"
I flail desperately, but I can't budge an inch. I want to black out right now. Reflexively, I jerk my stumps in a futile bid to break free. Ignoring my struggles, the larva finishes its appetizer and extends a tentacle-like tongue, whipping it around inside my mouth.
"━━━━━━━?!"
I shudder at the unprecedented feel of its slimy, fishy membrane. The reeking tongue fills my mouth completely, then explodes into motion. It feels like a kiss. Even inhaling toxic-gas fumes, I get aroused.
A kiss? Is this thing kissing me right now?!
Thinking back, it's been ages since I came to this world, but I've never kissed anyone. Not the goblins, not Duke Grisha's household. Not even the human bandits who kidnapped me. I never dwelled on it, but to have my memorable first kiss like this...
"━━━━━━━♡"
Why. The hell. Is it so good at kissing♡
Eyes rolling back amid the stench, snot streaming, I prolong the mucosal contact with the larva. Its bumpy tongue-tip ravages my tongue and throat, secreting strange fluids inside. It prods my uvula, then plunges deep into my esophagus, into my windpipe. Reflexive vomit surges up—impossible to hold back—and I spew the contents of my stomach naturally.
Th-This is... what I ate... before coming to the Magic Tower today...
Orange sludge erupts from my throat.
"────Heek! ───Oop! Uwoook!"
Mouth blocked, I vomit, and the larva devours every bit. It withdraws its tongue, releasing my head. I cough violently, gulping outside air. I can't endure that larva's stench. It's beyond pleasure or taste—dangerous gas. A smell and toxin I've never encountered, but I know instinctively: it'll wreck my body.
"Kuh...?! Wh-What... the... wh-what is... th-this...?"
Sure enough, convulsions rack my body. A rising sensitivity brings enveloping pain, like thousands of needles stabbing deep. Like tiny ants swarming, biting my skin. I can't open my eyes. Endless irritation, like grit in them. I want to rub my eyes with fingers. No, gouge them out. Squeeze them right now.
"Uhk! ──K-Kuh...! ─Kuh! Kh! Kh! Hoo! Hooo! Kwoooo...!!"
All I can do is endure, snot dripping endlessly. It flows into my mouth naturally—salty and thick.
"H-Hoo! Hyaak!!"
My whole body itches madly, enough to drive me insane, worst in my breasts and eyes. No surprise there. My breasts have been developed from lacteal gland start to finish. It's like spraying biochemical gas on hypersensitive skin. My healthy, glossy skin erupts in hives, rough patches swelling. My body burns hot; each breath stings my lungs. Blinking brings floods of tears. Through blurry vision, I vaguely see the larva extending its tail toward me.
"...Kuhk. Hait. ──Th-That, thaaat! Ooo...! It huuurts...♡ Really hurts. Hurts. Hurts. Hurts── Haa! Haak!"
Tears finally wash the gas from my eyes. But the runoff into my cleavage intensifies the pain there—trade-off for sight. Looking up, I swallow hard. The larva's long tentacle approaches. Unlike before, its tip bristles with barb-like protrusions; the shaft is translucent. Packed inside the see-through breeding tentacle stem: countless eggs, quail-sized, crammed full. It writhes, stroking my body.
"Uh, uuuuuuh?!"
As it glides over my itchy, stinging skin, immense pain and pleasure hit. Like whipping erogenous zones with a barbed lash. Agonizing, but bearable. I squeeze my eyes shut, enduring. The larva keeps stroking: thighs, pussy, asshole, navel────and breasts.
"W-Wait. Not the breasts━━Eekiyaaaaaaaah?!!"
Anything else I could take, but not the breasts. My full-throated scream echoes through the Magic Tower's lowest level. I want it off now. I try swinging my arms to rip it away, kick the larva—but bound tight, I can't move.
"Kiiiiiik!! Kwo♡ Kwoooooook!!"
Screaming desperately to endure, I fight the pain. Just touching causes this much stimulation. If it does anything weirder...
"K-Kiiiiik!! W-Wait! Wh-What?!"
The larva thrusts its face toward me. More gas? Bracing myself—but it ignores my face, lunging straight for my breast—my nipple. Snap.
".........Ah?"
Slowly, I look down at my pride and joy. The once-reddish-pink tip is torn clean off. Blood drips from the severed nipple, revealing yellow protein within.
—Ah, it's coming.
It rises. Builds hotter. From my burning breast surges a wave of pain. Like powerful electricity surging through my bloodstream. Scorching pressure explodes like a bomb. My skin, flesh, organs feel like they're cooking; I unleash a half-formed scream.
"━━━━━━━━━━!!!!!!!!"
Too much pain even to scream. I pray desperately to pass out. But I can't. My whitened mind craves only release from agony. Piss trickles out; shock flips my blood flow. My brain boils. Cooks in pain. Even hopeless masochist me can't endure as nerves ignite. Something's breaking inside; I grind my molars to splinters. Blood sprays from my nose. The flash of agony passes; the second wave hits. If the first was the bomb's blast, this is shrapnel shredding my body. Pain signals from the larva-torn breast. Stabbing jolts from hypersensitive nerves assault my brain.
It hurts. Hurts. Hurts so much. I can't hold my expression. I strain every fiber to endure. Utterly subdued, I can't thrash or clutch my chest. All I can do is wail like a bitch in heat.
"─────Ooo...──O, oo!─Kweeee! ──Kehk! Hek! Heaak! Heuh! Heuh!"
I gasp desperately for air. My breasts heave faster than ever. Right—I have regeneration. It'll heal. But... if it heals... it'll bite again? I flinch, glancing up. The larva thrusts its breeding tentacle at me. Where's it going? I expect my crotch, but no—somewhere unexpected.
"........Heh?"
The tentacle heads for my severed breast. This is the larva's genital protrusion—a breeding tentacle like a pig's long cock, a single phallic form. It's shoving that into my breast. And both tentacle and larva's belly brim with countless eggs. Eggs. What are eggs? Spherical reproductive cells for breeding. Stored in nests, bodies—broad, safe, warm places. For that purpose.
And this larva shoves its breeding organ into my breast. Plus, it bit off my nipple, opening a hole. Like it's using my breast for that.
.....No way.
Reaching the conclusion, my teeth chatter. Cold sweat drips down my back; terror twitches my bladder. But no piss left—just a bit of clear fluid.
The larva flips my body with its long limbs, positioning for easy egg insertion. Tossing masochist pride aside, I scream.
"──W-Wait! Pl-Please wait!! Nooo! No! Stop!───Stooop!!!"
Human words mean nothing to the larva. Basic fact, but I beg anyway. Fully embraced and bound, I thrash with all my might. Futile. Powerless bitch flailing. At last, its breeding organ plunges toward my torn breast.
"──Nooo!! No! A, aa! ──────Ah."
Into my exquisitely sensitive breast—every lacteal gland developed—it inserts. Forcing through the gash, wriggling in. Into my huge, beautiful breast, packed with rich glands—from start to end, its very existence defiled—the larva's egg-laying begins.