Lyssandra glanced down, a cruel smile on her face when she saw her daughter's distended belly. She grabbed the girl's hips tighter, pounding into her with increasing ferocity.
"Yes! Look!" Lyssandra gasped. "See how you stretch for me! Take it! All of it!"
The spider girl was reduced to incoherent screams and moans, her body a vessel for her mother's pleasure. Sweat slicked her skin, makeup running, outfit utterly ruined. She pushed back against Lyssandra's thrusts, meeting them with desperate eagerness.
Lyssandra's orgasm built like a storm. The tight, dual pressure of both passages was overwhelming. She was close, her balls churning with the need for release.
Just as she was about to unleash her seed, the spider girl suddenly pulled forward, away from the dual dicks. They popped free, producing obscene wet sounds.
The girl twisted around, her eyes wild and desperate, panting heavily. "N-not yet, Mother!"
She scurried back on her knees, her swollen belly still visible. "Let me… let me earn it properly…" she panted. "I want… I want to serve you fully first…"
Lyssandra paused, her shafts twitching, on the brink of eruption. She stared at her daughter's disheveled, stretched form. The denial was unexpected, and strangely thrilling.
As the spider girl scurried away, Lyssandra felt a strange sensation against the heads of both shafts. She looked down just as two glistening, segmented ovipositors emerged from slits above the spider girl's dripping orifices.
They were long and flexible, gleaming with a sticky lubricant. The ovipositors shot forward, each piercing one of the urethras.
Lyssandra gasped, her body tensing not in pain, but in utter shock at the alien invasion. The ovipositors surged deep inside her, the sensation utterly unique – intensely intrusive and profoundly strange.
She felt them snaking through her internal flesh, wriggling their way deeper. They plunged into her testicles, the sensitive sacs convulsing around the alien intruders. The feeling was indescribable, a violation of her deepest core, a probing beyond anything physical.
Deep within her testicles, Luna jolted.
'Hey! What the hell?!' Luna's voice rang in Lyssandra's mind. 'What is that poking me? Is that one of your little eight-legged daughters, Master?'
The ovipositors touched and prodded Luna's gelatinous form, wriggling around her.
'Whoa, whoa! Back off, tentacle-girl! Personal space!' Luna complained, squirming within the confined space. 'Master! Your spiderling is getting a bit too friendly with your balls!'
Despite the surprise, Luna didn't fight the intrusion. Her form shifted, accommodating the exploring ovipositors. 'Fine, fine. If this is what she needs… Just don't jostle me too much, I'm sensitive down here.'
As the internal exploration continued, the other spider girl children moved in closer. They clambered over Morgana and Lyssandra, their soft hands touching, stroking. Two of them reached for Lyssandra's bodysuit, pulling it down to expose her large, heavy breasts.
"Mommy!" one cooed. "Milk! We want milk!"
They latched onto her nipples, their mouths hot and eager. They suckled deeply, their cheeks hollowing, drawing forth the sweet, creamy fluid. Lyssandra moaned, the dual sensation of the ovipositors deep within her cocks and the mouths on her breasts sending conflicting waves of pleasure through her body.
"Mmm… good daughters…" she sighed, her head tilting back against Morgana who looked down at her with intense, burning affection.
She leaned in slowly. Lyssandra watched, captivated by the giantess's gaze. When their lips met, it was soft at first, a tender brushing of skin. Then Morgana deepened the kiss, her lips parting, her tongue seeking the other's.
The kiss was slow, profoundly intimate, filled by adoration and an unspoken promise. Lyssandra responded, melting into it, tasting the faint sweetness of the spider queen's mouth. They remained locked in that upside-down embrace, the world falling away while they shared this moment of pure connection.
The suckling children, the writhing ovipositors, the gasping spider girl below all faded into the background for a moment and Lyssandra lost herself in the kiss, her heart pounded, driven by lust and something far deeper.
The tender kiss with Morgana ended, Lyssandra became acutely aware of the intensifying sensations below. The ovipositors inside her suddenly surged into rapid, frantic motion. They pulsed and twisted, creating visible undulations beneath the skin of those shafts, like snakes writhing beneath silk.
The pattern extended down into her testicles which churned visibly as the ovipositors snaked deep within, tangling with Luna and probing her very essence.
'Whoa! Speed demon down here!' Luna yelped. 'They're getting pretty insistent, Master! Trying to knot themselves up or something? Kinda tickles!'
The stimulation was overwhelming. Lyssandra felt her orgasm building again, the pressure in her balls immense.
But when the familiar surge of release approached, she realized the ovipositors were blocking her urethras completely. Instead of rushing out, the flood of semen was forced violently back down, filling her testicles to bursting.
She groaned, her body convulsing with the denied pleasure. "Ngh! It's… it's being blocked!" she gasped, her voice ragged.
Before she could process the sensation fully, a new invasion occurred. Morgana's kiss had been broken, but their faces were still close. From Morgana's parted lips, a thick, glistening ovipositor shot out, faster than sight. It plunged deep into Lyssandra's open mouth, down her throat, and burrowed its way into her gut.
"Grhk! Arr!" Lyssandra gagged, her eyes widening in shock when the slick tube slid down her esophagus, a thick, invasive presence filling her stomach.
Simultaneously, from the mouths of the two spider girls latched onto her breasts, two more ovipositors erupted. With pinpoint accuracy, they drove into her nipples, piercing the tender flesh. Lyssandra cried out while they pushed deeper, tunneling through her breast tissue, seeking the dense, milk-filled glands within.
"AHHH!" Lyssandra screamed, the triple violation overwhelming her senses. Her body arched violently pinned by multiple intrusions.
She could feel the ovipositor in her stomach churning, coiling around her intestines. The ones in her breasts wriggled deep inside her mammary tissue, a strange, alien pressure sending shockwaves of painful pleasure through her nerves.
Her penises convulsed wildly, the semen trapped inside churning around the frenzied ovipositors, creating a sensation of internal boiling. Her testicles felt like over-inflated balloons, painfully swollen with denied release.
Morgana's eyes gleamed, watching Lyssandra writhe. "Shhh, Mistress," she cooed, stroking her hair. "Just a little longer… Our children are hungry for more than just milk… They crave your essence…"
The spider girls suckling her breasts moaned in bliss, their bodies shuddering. The ovipositors inside Lyssandra transmitted the sensation back to them.
The girl connected to Lyssandra's cocks was panting, her eyes half-lidded, her body trembling so hard to manipulate the ovipositors.
Lyssandra could only gasp and convulse, completely overwhelmed, her body a vessel for her children's desperate, intrusive hunger. It arched violently the moment of climax arrived, yet unlike any she'd ever experienced, the familiar surge of semen rushing up her shafts was met by an impossible obstacle, the thick ovipositors plugging her urethras.
Instead of erupting outward, the pressure reversed, flooding back down again into her balls with brutal force. Simultaneously, she felt a new, horrifying sensation within her most sensitive organs.
Through the ovipositors buried deep in her shafts, something began to travel. Bulbous, pulsating shapes.
'Eggs.' She realized, a jolt of terror and perverse fascination. They moved up the flexible tubes, their passage visible beneath the distortions of skin.
Reaching the heads of her cocks, the eggs forced their way down her urethras, stretching the narrow passages vulgarly while travelling the wrong way. One by one, they plopped heavily into her already swollen testicles, settling at a sickening weight.
"AHHH! MY BALLS!" Lyssandra screamed, her voice raw. "THEY'RE… FILLING THEM!"
'Oh shit, I feel them!' Luna wailed inside Lyssandra's mind. 'They're pushing me around! Like marbles! They're everywhere!'
The sensation was indescribable, an internal violation, a pressure building in the most sensitive part of her anatomy. Her testicles swelled rapidly, stretching the sac taut like overfilled water balloons, growing larger and heavier with each deposited egg. They hung between her legs, monstrously large, easily the size of watermelons now, the alien cargo pulsing within.
At the same time, the ovipositors deep in her breasts began their own delivery. Lyssandra felt the same bulbous shapes sliding through her nipples, down the passages bored by the ovipositors, and burrowing deep into her breast tissue. The spider girls suckling her moaned in ecstasy as they deposited their eggs, smaller but no less numerous, into the soft, milk-filled glands.
Her breasts swelled visibly, the flesh stretching tight, the veins beneath the skin becoming prominent as they accommodated the alien invaders.
But the worst was saved for her gut. Morgana's ovipositor, buried deep in Lyssandra's stomach, began its work. From its tip, enormous, ostrich-sized eggs began to emerge, forcing their way into Lyssandra's intestines.
"Nnnngh! MORGANA!" Lyssandra choked out, her voice strained. "TOO… MUCH!"