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The heavy door rolled shut behind her, the soft hiss of it sealing barely heard after the heavy thrumming of Etarian music playing in the club. The lavender-haired woman moaned, leaning against the wall, the other hand pressing against her stomach, her fingernails lightly scratching against the exposed skin. She took a breath, straightened up, and started walking, her steps somewhat unsteady as she followed her guide, a gruff Etarian man whose club attire could not mask the sour look on his face.

She was also dressed to match the party happening up above: a purple body suit that accentuated her willowy frame. It was partially transparent, making the most of her modest breasts and left her taut stomach exposed. Just above the daringly low cut of the material covering her genital region was a popular accessory in the Etarian club scene: an intricate tattoo that reacted to UV light and marked a woman as sexually viable and interested. The long-sleeved bodysuit left her thighs bare to the top of the black, over-knee boots she wore.

A soft squishing accompanied her as she followed behind her guide, a trickle of clear wetness appearing between her thighs and starting to flow downwards. She paused beside her guard, biting her lip. There was a jolt inside of her and her eyes crossed, a whimper of pleasure escaping her. She blinked, trying to focus.

‘-all they send me? I mean look at her, she can barely stand. We hired them for this shipment and she’s upstairs drunk to boot!” The Etarian that she and her guide had stopped in front of had dark hair and a pinched face. The Etarian was shorter than her guide had been, but the expression on her face made them look like twins. The Etarian woman pulled out a device and waved towards the bed, shifting a stand full of medical equipment aside. She took the human woman’s hand and pressed the scanner she was holding and placed it against the human’s wrist mounted display. She frowned. “Her stasis field is running out of power. Onto the bed, courier.”

The lavender haired human eagerly complied, feeling that shifting and squirming inside of her again. She climbed onto the bed, spreading her glistening thighs. She moaned again, her hips rising, as though seeking something. She reached between her legs, gripping the slimy, soaked material of her body suit and pulling. She cried out, the mark on her stomach undulating with pleasure at the simple friction of the material against her desperate sex, the squirming inside becoming unbearable. Her slippery, shaking fingers worked at the fasteners of her outfit, getting them undone as a gush of cloudy slime oozed from her sex. The Etarian woman shook her head. “The ruling caste is attacking our people and denying us medical care and then we order medical supplies and the Company sends me a single courier who can’t even handle enough grubbs to last a week, let alone-“

Her complaint was cut off from the orgasmic moans coming from the courier. The human’s labia parted, and the first Grubb wriggled it’s way free, then the second. Each was the size of a Terran chicken’s egg. Their flesh was mottled in different colors: one a green with a light metallic green, the other a sort of coral and peach. Before the Etarian could even click her teeth in irritation, the human took a breath, flexed her core, and pushed.

A steady stream of clear, frothy slime and grubbs flowed from the human’s entrance. The Etarian woman’s eyes widened as nearly a dozen poured from the human, now wriggling in a puddle beneath her. It was almost four times as much as she had expected one person to be able to handle. The human woman moaned, orgasmic spasms coursing through her as she rubbed herself, following it up by lightly dragging her nails over her stomach, etching over the fertility marking she had added as a disguise. The human looked up at the Etarian woman with a look of bliss and accomplishment.

“Your stasis field was failing…” The human’s guide stared as the other gingerly gathered the happily writhing cargo.

“Yeah,” the human answered breathlessly, her face flushed.

“You shouldn’t have even been able to stand. The stimulation…”

The human shuddered, remembering how it felt to have them all churning around, happily enjoying the dark warmth inside of her. She felt so empty. She bit her lip, nodding slowly as she tucked herself away and closed up her outfit again. Her guard straightened up, realizing he was staring. “I guess we know why she looked drunk,” the female Etarian stated after the cargo was secured, clearly impressed. “Pay her.” The male opened a small case, retrieved several credit chips, and tossed them to the human courier. They bounced off of her body and fell between her spread thighs into the puddle of slimy lubricants and fluids.

“What is your name, human?” the Etarian woman asked.

The lavender-haired human did not seem offended as she picked up the credit chips, the mingled fluids soaking into her skin. She glanced up at the Etarian male with a friendly smile. That emptiness was like a hunger now, gnawing at her. She always felt like this after a job. And during job. And usually before, too. “Amethyst,” she answered.

The Etarian female gestured toward the door, the male helping the courier to her feet to guide her out. “You have done the Underground a great service, Amethyst, and I must admit I am impressed.” she said. “We will be contacting your agency again.”

The heavy door opened again, letting the loud music into the room once more. Amethyst stepped out and was swallowed up by the music. She started dancing her way through the crowd on her way out of the club and back to her ship, rivulets of wetness still dripping down her thighs.

Content Tags/Warnings: >! Small Insects, Grubs, Many different insects, Oral and Nipple alternative penetration, Womb and nipple pregnancy, birthing, lactating, lesbian, scissoring. !<

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Previous Chapter (13).

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(If you have only followed Floret's Journey through the Insex sub, the next Chapter you should read is 12 if you wish to stay on track of the story. 12 and 13 were not posted in the sub since they contain no insect content.)

Inside Iris' room.

"Oh, hi, Floret already left, but you stayed?"

"..."

"Thanks. I could use the help... I wasn't exactly prepared with ready-packed bags..."
Iris leans over her bed, where a large travel suitcase is opened.
"Won't you throw me some socks, I'll let you decide which ones I should take. They're at the wardrobe there-"

"...?"

"No, that's not- don't open that drawer!"

You find a stash of lingerie: black lace string bottoms, garter belts, see-through stockings, and a fishnet top with lace finishes.

"Ugh... Don't misunderstand, I didn't buy them myself! I just... I got them sent via mail by a mysterious fan of my singing."

"..."

"You can't just tell me you don't believe me! You're supposed to at least act that you do..."

"..."

"What? Why would I take them with me?"

"..."

"Uh... you do make a point. This might be my last chance, so I've got to give it my all. I was ready to give her up, but..."
Iris sighs and catches the skimpy outfit parts you throw to her individually. "Now, do as you are told, and don't open any more drawers or cabinets without my permission, is that clear?"

"...!"

"Good. We'll have a big day tomorrow, so we should sleep as soon as we're done."

"...?"

"I won't dignify that with a response." Iris laughs.

just looking for all and any. i can be main focus or apart of it.

A well spoken and gentlemanly mate, a feral and lust-driven lover. (Art by me)

Found this on X and I figured they looked very sexy (original artist/post done by argon07p6)

I'm not into horror, but I know this is what I need.

Do you think other people can tell I'm supposed to be used for inhuman needs? I was meant to serve the lowest needs of people, or the lowest creatures with my body & let them erase my mind.