Floret's Insect Experiences Ch. 16

As we sit helpless, chained down on our stone pedestals, the noise from below grows louder. Something scrapes against the stone, closing in, advancing in the dark hole.

A low hissing sound emanates, and I see what is in store for us: a small snake slithers out of the hole. It's bright orange with a white underbelly and black stripes on its head. Its head monitors the surroundings as its forked tongue licks the air.

My stomach stirs in anticipation and nervousness, and a drop of my juices falls onto the tongue of the snake. My nectar is slurped up as the tongue retreats into its mouth, immediately looking up at me, like getting my scent.

"W-why does it have to be snakes!?" Iris struggles on her seat, shiny-scaled friends slithering up the pedestal and onto her thighs.

"I- I don't know-! Hhhgh-!" The snake's slippery but rough body caresses my inner thigh, its tiny forked tongue gingerly brushing my entrance like a spring breeze. "D-don't go in there-!"

Before I can fully finish my sentence, it plunges head first into my vagina, as if waiting for my words of protest. Its slender body is slurped up by my greedy pussylips like a noodle at an Asian restaurant. "G-gahh-!" Its body slithers inside of me, easily navigating my pre-lubricated canals, bursting into my womb that feels like it can't hold any more.

A great stirring, a war breaks out inside, the bustling visible on my stomach's skin. The scarabs start to flee out of my womb, popping out one after another, falling out like leaping off a cliff. Unfortunately for them, they fall short one after the other, plunging into the black abyssal hole of the pedestal.

"I think the snake... Ah-! I-it's eating them?"

"Y-yeah, ughh, I feel it too!" Iris groans, leaning back on her seat, completely supported by the leg restraints. Her face is like a sunset, and her body trembles, unable to stay still.

Even more snakes slither up and around my body, joining their hunting brethren inside my body, though some seem to smell the stowaways in my breasts. I lean back, allowing them to climb my body more easily. Their tongues start to lick my nipples, feeling them, lapping them gently. Gradually, the arousal spreads my inflated breasts' nipples wide open once more.

The serpent's head dives inside my tit like greased lightning, only to come to a sudden halt. Its long body whips around in the air as it tries to wiggle further inside. The scarabs stir, trying to escape past the snake, but it has me firmly plugged. The snake's body gets slightly thicker as it gorges on the scarabs, emptying out my breast, but at the same time, falling further inside, taking up the space it frees.

"Hahh-!" My other boob meets the same fate, from both of my nipples, long snake bodies swing in the air, forcing pleasurable gasps and reactions from my body, their momentum shaking me like strong winds. The sensation is immaculate, living creatures filling me, insects escaping, snakes racing to catch them, in my womb, and my boobs at the same time.

The scarab flood strengthens, and some of the snakes stop to wait at my entrance, trying to catch the prey but missing most of the time. Some go after their meal, back into the pedestal's hole.

More and more snakes go hunting in my expanded womb, and the nipple snakes completely disappear inside my breasts.

"Aaah- haah-!" I pant, my whole body conforming to the movement of the snakes within. My mind is going blank, my jaw shaking, and eyes flickering.

As my breathing grows ragged, my insides start to rhythmically pulse, and I arc back in a sudden movement. My head is filled with thoughts of the snakes and scarabs using me as they will, my pussy a highway for their race. My womb their battleground and my tits food stores for the snakes that slithered inside without any hurry to get out.

"Ghaahh-!" I orgasm, and my birthing starts, my juices and water breaking, slathering onto the sides of the stone pedestal and falling into the hole. A waterfall of snakes and scarabs flows out into the abyss below.

"AAaagh!" Iris shouts and shakes, giving birth as well. However, unlike for me, her small breasts keep the snakes halfway out, endlessly squirming, trying to fit inside. What a sensation she must have.

Both of our bellies start to get back to their usual sizes. Sweat pours down my forehead, and I let my head hang forward. The snakes in my boobs seem to have eaten all of the scarabs, but don't seem to be coming out. It's like they're taking a nap inside, relaxing in the moisture and warmth of my breasts.

My womb feels so empty now, only one snake remaining inside. I feel it slither in circles until a new weight is laid in my womb. "Ahh... I-Iris... the snake... it's... laying eggs inside me..." The eggs feel small, about half of a chicken's.

"H-aah... F-Floret... m-me too..." Iris gasps as her nipple snakes finally pop out, having purged the insides of her breasts. Then, almost in sync, our womb snakes leave and fall into the hole, too.

The two drowsy ones in my breasts still remain, I shake my boobs and finally they stir. They quickly lay eggs inside before escaping, leaving my tits taut and stretched, making them feel heavier than with any insect eggs before.

Thank god they left. I don't know what I would have done if they didn't...

Ah... my tits are so tight... almost as big as Jas-, I mean, Mary's now...

Our restraints clack open, but neither of us moves an inch; we are too exhausted, too high on ecstasy to move.

However, the sound of a section of the wall descending ahead infuses Iris with the energy to stand up.

"Come on, Floret, let's go..." Iris picks up her phone, which still shines its light, and extends a hand to me.

My weak and shaking hand takes hers. Our grip is clammy but firm, and with her help, I get on my feet. "Thanks," I exhale with barely parted lips.

Hand in hand, with short steps, we venture through the open door, finding stairs. It's an endless staircase of yellow-brown sandstone, and with heavy steps, we start the ascent. Around us are intricately carved hieroglyphs and murals, telling us we're still moving forward, making progress toward something. I lack the mental capacity and focus to try and comprehend them at this moment. The sense of direction and progress their existence provides is enough to keep me putting one exhausted foot after the other.

"Floret... I see the end of the stairs!"

I look up from my feet to see a faint light up ahead.

We find some final pep in our step, and we race up the stairs.

Please, let this be...! Let us out!

We break out into a wider space, the stone floor covered in sparse sand. I fall onto all fours, the hard surface pressing uncomfortably against my knees and hands.

"Huff... huff..." Gasping for breath, I notice a stone tile beneath my hand that presses down. The way we came from starts to close with the triggering of the pressure plate.

"Where... where are we?"

I collapse onto the ground and roll onto my back. There's a bridge a few meters above, made out of wooden planks.

"I... I..." Iris's chest heaves up and down as she lies next to me. "I think we're back."

The tunnel looks similar to the ones we had been in before, and the woodwork of the bridge looks new. Faint light shimmers on the other side of the bridge.

We hear faraway, faint words: "Khentkaus- her family-"

"T-that's Miss Anning's voice!" I shout and meet Iris' gaze, tears of relief shining in the corners of her eyes.

All of a sudden, I feel self-conscious and cold. "Maybe we should put on some clothes now..."

Iris sits up on the sand, her naked form and bare buttocks against the sandy stone floor. "Yeah... quickly, before they arrive."

We put on our dresses, and I help Iris with her more complicated outfit, adjusting the cloth straps that cross over her chest. We look each other over, and try to freshen up, to not look like we've been squirming in the sand, orgasming, and giving birth.

Feeling like we've done our all, we begin waiting underneath the bridge. Soon, steps start to echo, growing closer and closer. The bridge's wooden planks start creaking, and with each approaching step, sand falls down the cracks.

Then, a light shines through the plank's gaps straight at us.

"Iris, Floret? Is that you?"

"Oh, h-hi."

Miss Anning looks down at us through the cracks and then peers over the bridge's flimsy wooden beam railing.

"How'd you get ahead of us?"

"Uh... we walked?"

"Sorry, we were feeling a bit adventurous," Iris says.

She looks at us incredulously for moments that seem to drag on forever before she finally shakes her head. "Oh, whatever, just don't do it again, alright? It's not safe to wander around, you might get lost."

"Noted," I say, bowing my head. "We're sorry for the trouble..." Miss Anning definitely has that same teacher energy as Thorndal does. I feel guilty already, despite technically doing nothing wrong.

"Well, get up from there, and let's continue. Students, this is why it's important to listen to instructions, even though we've mapped this tomb as well as we could-" Anning starts leading the students ahead, who look at us curiously as they pass.

The edge of the pit isn't too far from the bridge's level, and with the help of some jutting out stones, we manage to climb up.

The teacher's voice echoes from ahead as we start to follow the group, dead last.

"As I was saying about the great mysteries of this step tomb, the sarcophagus of Khentkaus has never actually been found, leading to much conjecture-"

"Psst- Iris... Do you think that was...?"

"S-surely not... And it's not like we can tell anyone... they'd ask too many questions." Iris brushes over her stomach.

"Right. I'm sure they'll find it on their own eventually."

***

The sun is setting, and Mary gets out of a taxi in front of the hotel. The driver comes to help her with the numerous bags, filled with paperback books, DVDs, and boxes containing plastic figurines.

"Thanks." She manages to carry all the bags, four hanging from each arm as she waddles through the automatic hotel doors.

I don't even want to think of how I'm supposed to get all this home...

"Welcome back! Oh? Do you need help with those?" The receptionist asks and is already on her way to help.

"Y-yes, please!" Mary gives half of her bags to her, and they start walking up to her room.

"Do you know of any stores nearby where I could get a suitcase? I think I'll need an extra one to take these home..."

"Of course. There's a store a few blocks away, called "Sandy Sandals", it mostly sells shoes, but many don't know it also has various travel bags in its catalogue."

"That's perfect, thanks. Though I think I'll go there tomorrow."

"Understandable. It's getting late, and you must be exhausted, being the whole day out." The courteous receptionist smiles charmingly. "Do you wish for me to drop these bags in front of your door, or is it alright for me to enter your room?"

"Just... leave them outside, please."

"Of course."

They arrive in front of Mary's room, and the receptionist puts down the bags next to the door. "Have a nice rest, and a blissful sleep." She smiles and takes her leave.

"Thanks!"

As the receptionist leaves, Mary unlocks the door and starts hauling all the bags inside. On her bedside table, there's a few paperback books left out, as she recalled. Filled with loads of pictures, many wouldn't see the appeal of.

Narrowly averted traumatizing yet another hotel employee... I should be more careful. What if the cleaner had visited while I was gone?

After all the treasures are secured inside her room, she closes the door and sits on the bed, starting to go through her bags.

She takes out a first-edition comic book of Arcane and Lustful, the original source material that was then adapted for the screen:

Titled, "The Breeding of a new generation," with a splash text of: "With great looks, comes great breedability."

On the cover is a human woman, Lacej, with her eyes closed. Facing sideways on her right is an angel, and on the left a demon, both hanging their heads, clasping their hands in prayer. Lacej has a skimpy bikini on, and her pregnant stomach is red on the demon's side, and shining white on the angel's side.

On the back cover, the plot is summarized as so: "A human woman is impregnated in her sleep. Unbeknownst to her, she's awaiting twins, and not just any twins--the future Queens of Heaven and Hell. Demons and Angels' numbers have been drastically decreasing, due to becoming infertile from their eternal inbreeding. Coincidentally, both factions chose her as a host for their future. How will Lacej survive the trials of working a part-time job, looking after two divine children alone, and trying to hide them from the curious eyes of the world? At least her children seem to grow up devilishly fast, but that only means more trouble when her teenagers have powers the world isn't meant to see.

Ah... the first season. I think it's my favorite. The humorous whimsy of it could never be replicated in the later seasons, and for good reason.

She takes out the next comic:

"The children of the future and past." A text is in two parts around the cover: "With the celestial world at the brink of annihilation, will it be remade or stay a slave of the past?"

The cover has the demon Nezletina and the angel Dislaney, their backs against each other. Both, very naked. The demon is holding her head high and looking up into the horizon, with a look of a heavy burden and uncertainty. As for the angel, she has tears in her eyes, holding her hands in a prayer, her head in a sorrowful downcast.

This one's plot synopsis reads: On their eighteenth birthday, the twins, two opposites of the world, are reclaimed back to their homelands to rule them. Will they take the course of their forebearers, and continue the Endless War, stoke the flames of the eternal conflict? Or will the bonds they forged growing up together alongside their mother stop the sharp decline of divine history?

Ah... I still tear up thinking of the scene where they are unable to find common ground, and turn their backs on each other for good. Damn I hate politics, even if they are fictional, if only there were any voices of reason on each side for the good of all Celestial kind, instead of working for their own short-term gain.

Finally, she takes out the comic of the latest season:

"The clash for the worlds." Mary traces the phrase on the cover with her fingers: "Heaven and hell--they are both the same in the end."

On the cover, the angel and demon have their hands joined together, but behind their backs, they each hide a weapon. A sharp, wicked dagger in the demon's hand, and a conjured lightning bolt in the angel's grasp. It's a faraway shot, with the surrounding area being a desolate battleground, with angelic and demonic forces fighting with brutal weapons and devastating magic. Some of the forces are diving straight at the two naked women.

The backcover synopsis paints a bleak picture: The Queens are unable to come to a peaceful resolution, their beliefs and politics driving them to continue the war their forebearers set into motion thousands of years ago. Has the time for a peaceful resolution passed for good? Will this be the final breath for all of celestial kind? Is it time for them to fade out into oblivion? Their only chance would be to put behind their differences, to save their dying out races by becoming one. Populate their world anew with hybrid children.

It hurts to see my- Lacej's children fight. I hated how Nezletina tried to assassinate Dislaney with the false promise of negotiation and peace. I understood why she tried it, but still... How could they possibly still mend the rift they've torn between each other?

The fourth season is rumored to be the biggest of all three, the climax of the whole story. Lacej, the Professed Destroyer in Angel's myth, and the Promised Savior in the Demon's chronicles, arrives at the celestial battlefield in search of her children.

...

I wonder how she'll react, seeing what has become of her children.

If my kids left me without an explanation, I'd certainly feel hurt.

I just hope they can still find an understanding, and that the story won't end in a tragedy.

In addition to the comics, she also found a series of figurines she was still missing from her collection. She can't wait to get her hands on them, so she unboxes three of them, however, making sure not to damage the packaging so she can put them back in for transportation.

She arranges the limited edition figurines on the edge of the TV stand, all sitting on its edge. It was a welcome surprise to find such risque figurines in a country definitely not known for such culture, but Mary wasn't about to question it. It's just more of a testament to what a backwater place Perennial Bloom is.

Nezletina, the red-skinned demon, is first. She has an alluring and wicked grin on her lips, a hand beneath her chin, framing her face. She sits with her legs crossed, her perky breasts bare and graceful like the rest of her body. Large bat-like wings open behind her, which are sharp, almost hurting to touch, as are her devil horns.

Dislaney, the angel, sits with her legs together, but her thigh gap shows off her pussy, of course. Her feathered wings surround her body like cradling her, hands in prayer, and eyes awash with tears.

Then finally, their mother, the human Lacej. Mary places her between the two. Her pose is relaxed, hands reaching out with a big grin on her face, and her eyes are happily closed. It was the most expensive of the bunch, coming with replacement parts, for example, arms that fit perfectly around the shoulders of her children.

Mary switches out the arms and puts the three close together, forming a scene like a family portrait. She runs her fingers over Lacej's huge breasts and caresses her pregnant stomach.

Then, she looks down at her own body. Tears force their way out, like rivers they stream from her eyes. She sits on the bed, hands covering her face.

It's so unfair...

Why can't it be real?

Won't some divine force impregnate me, too?

...

That's what it would take, a miracle.

Mary cries for a few moments, until she's able to calm herself, get her breathing back to normal. She dries her eyes and sighs deeply.

I wonder how Floret's doing...

She stands up, brushes her tight sweater as if it had suddenly become dirty, and packs the figurines and books back up into their packaging and bags.

Mary leaves her room and finds Floret and Iris's door. She knocks and waits, but there's no answer.

Are they still not back?

She tries the handle, but it's locked.

Not even her phone helps her, as there's no new messages.

Mary walks to Gloria's and Jed's room and knocks. There's no answer here either.

She tries calling Gloria, then Jed, then Floret. None of them answer her.

...

Where's everyone!?

Mary tries the handle, and it's locked as well.

She takes out the keycard for her room, it's a sort of flimsy laced paper card with a barcode. It reminds her of the keycards cruise ships often used for their cabins. Back when she was a student at Perennial Bloom, their whole class went on a field trip on a cruise. There was a bunch of trouble on that trip, one of the most notable being that the students discovered you could enter other people's rooms if you swiped a keycard, any keycard, really fast through the reader.

I wonder...

Should I...?

Maybe they just didn't hear me...

Mary sets the keycard into the reader and then swipes with a fast wrist movement.

Boop! The lock blinks a red light, and the door remains shut.

Right, that was a stupid idea. Of course, they've fixed such a ridiculous issue in every system. That was so many years ago by now...

Mary stares at the lock.

She hovers the keycard above the lock for only one hesitating second, until she starts swiping it across it over and over again.

Boop! Boop! Boop! Beep!

A green light is accompanied by the lock disengaging.

Oh my... I still go it.

Mary looks around the corridor, feeling like a criminal who just lockpicked a door. Thankfully, she spots no witnesses.

I could still just shut it...

But I'm... I'm worried about Floret. That's right. And about none of them answering their phones.

Yes, that's it.

I'm not in the wrong for... entering their room.

She grabs the handle and pushes the door open, stepping inside quickly.

"Oh yes, Jed! Right there!"

Mary freezes and spots the bed, in clear view from the door's entryway. Gloria is lying on her back among the bedsheets, and Jed is railing her hard. The sounds of their lovemaking, the gasping of their breath much too audible.

W-what-? I-

The door closes behind Mary with a clack, and they both look at her.

Oh no...

"M-Mary!?" Gloria pulls the bed covers over her sweat-glistening body. "W-what are you-!? Jed, you told me the door was locked!"

"I- it was!" Jed pulls out of her wife, his sizeable dick still fully erect and twitching.

"Right, um, I apologize for the disturbance. I was worried since nobody was answering their phone, and the door was unlocked..."

Gloria glares at Jed, who shrugs.

"Have you heard anything from Floret?"

"Yes. She messaged me, saying that they're on their way back." Gloria says with words laced in spite.

"Oh... great. I'm glad they're okay."

"So, Mary-" Jed says, and Mary's stomach twists anxiously, waiting for the rest of his sentence. "Got any plans for the evening? Why don't you join us?"

"E-excuse me?" Mary and Gloria say at the same time.

"Is that so weird?" Jed brings a hand behind his head. "You're not in a relationship, right? So, as long as we all agree here, I don't see any issues."

"J-Jed!?" Gloria's mouth opens and closes, unable to get any more words out. She looks between Mary and Jed, seeming almost frightened.

"T-that's a nice offer, but-"

"Mary." Gloria gets up from the bed and stands up, bearing it all in front of her, slight drools of her juices and pre-cum on her crotch and thighs. She stomps over to her and presses a single finger on Mary's chest, making her flinch. "I challenge you to a duel. Whoever can please my husb- Jed, better, wins."

"U-huh?!"

"There will be no turns, we will do it at the same time. Jed will be the judge."

"Umm..." Mary looks past Gloria, at Jed.

"You won't hear a no from me." Jed shrugs, already waiting in bed.

"Is there a prize...?"

"No. Do you accept?"

Mary cups Gloria's sharp finger into her hand and pulls it away. "Do I? Get ready to lose."

"I'd like to see you try."

"You will."

Thunder is in the air as the two women stare at each other. Mary has no idea what Gloria's problem is; they usually got along fine, but lately she's been distant and moody toward her. Maybe this would help Gloria solve whatever is bothering her?

Mary sheds her clothes, and both of the women get on the bed, on different sides of Jed.

"Are both of you ready? I will count you down. Three... two... one... Go!"

Both of them attack Jed's flaccid dick, getting their hands on it.

"This was my idea, back off!" Gloria rubs the whole length of his penis.

"No way!" Mary massages the side of the tip and causes the shaft to slowly rise back up.

Gloria pulls the foreskin away and starts licking the head, with slow, deliberate swirling motions, eliciting a groan from Jed.

Mary follows and starts licking the erect cock as well, at times, her and Gloria's tongues collide, they wrestle for a moment, before continuing doing their own thing.

Gloria plants kisses all over the dick, applying a mild suction with each press of her lips.

Pre-cum flows out and Mary laps it up, pressing her lips all over the head, and sucking.

Mary releases her mouth, startled, as she feels a sensation at her breast. Gloria squeezes her tit, and takes this moment to take control of the situation, sucking on the dick instead.

So this is how we're playing it.

Mary grins and gets closer, squeezing Gloria's breast in return.

"Mhm!" She reacts, but keeps on sucking. With her other hand, Mary caresses Jed's balls, and reaches far down Gloria's body, and finds her already messy pussy. She slips two fingers inside of her.

"Nngh!" Gloria pops her mouth off the penis and catches her breath. Mary uses the opportunity to tease her pussy, and grind her clitoris in between her fingers.

"G-ah, Mary!" Gloria folds at her touch, and using this opportunity, Mary hops on Jed's dick. She inserts the whole shaft into her pussy.

"Aahh-!" Mary and Jed both gasp, and Gloria is left looking with her mouth agape.

Mary starts riding Jed, hopping on the veiny cock. It feels so good, when was the last time-

"Gah-!"

Mary is tackled off Jed by Gloria, their naked bodies impact each other in the soft bed. "That's cheating!"

"Cheating? You didn't lay down any rules!"

"Oh ladies, there's enough of me for the both of you!"

"Shut up!" They both shout.

"Okay..." Jed rolls his eyes, but smiles, crossing his arms behind his head.

Gloria scowls, her eyes serious and scary. "This'll teach you!" She inserts two fingers into Mary's pussy, and rapidly grinds them in her hole.

"A-haah!" Mary squirms underneath her touch, their breasts squishing against each other, Mary stuck on the bottom. She presses Gloria's head down and kisses her.

"Mmmph-!" Gloria resists, but Mary pushes her tongue into her mouth, finding her row of clenched teeth. Gloria surrenders to the kiss and opens her mouth, but she's not done yet. They kiss fiercely, their tongues fighting for dominance, for the other party to submit. The loser is the one whose mouth's defenses fail first, who gets deeper into the other's mouth.

"I'm feeling a bit left out, but you're putting up a good show." Jed comments.

Gloria caresses Mary's clitoris, rubbing it between her fingers. The electric pleasure makes Mary lose the kissing battle, unable to disrupt her in return, her hands can't get between the tight caress of Gloria's body. Gloria emerges victorious, ends the kiss, and brushes her hand over her lips. She gives Mary's clit a final touch before leaving her gasping and on the verge of orgasm, never granting it to her.

Gloria lays vertical on top of Mary to keep her down, and she slams her mouth onto Jed's dick, deepthroating it with a gurgle.

"Nnh-" Jed groans in surprise.

Mary looks at her go, astonished, and partly envious of her talent, clearly attained from years of rigorous training. She lost the battle, but not the war just yet. Gloria made a grave mistake thinking she was out of it already. With her body atop Mary, Gloria's privates are defenseless.

Mary attacks Gloria's pussy with all five fingers, pressed together like a beak, inserting them deep in to her slippery hole.

Gloria loses control of her breathing and coughs, forcing her to retreat from Jed's cock, leaving stretching trails of cum and saliva hanging in the air between them. Her lips are messy and glistening.

Mary keeps it up, and Gloria moans audibly. "H-uaah-!" She gives her a touch of her own medicine and teases her clitoris, making her malleable like clay in her hands.

Mary pushes the reeling Gloria aside, and jumps back on Jed's dick. She gets down low, her breasts against Jed's chest, and uses her hips to rapidly fuck him, going deep in this mating press she had seen in the comics she often read.

"N-no!" Gloria shouts as Jed's face contorts and his mouth opens up slightly in groan.

"H-aahh-!" Mary cries out as Jed bursts his full load inside of her. She keeps her pussy pressed down, fully enveloping the pulsing dick, making sure to catch every drop of his cum inside her.

Mary flops on the bed, spent.

"Mary... y-you're on the pill, right?" Gloria asks.

"Wha...? Oh, sure..." Her words slur as if she's drunk. "Been on that my whole daaaarn life..."

"Oookay..."

Mary seems to fall asleep, her soft breathing occasionally broken up by bursts of snoring.

Jed pats the left side of the bed and looks at Gloria.

She hesitates, but lies down next to him.

"Is there something bothering you?" Jed asks and puts his arm around her wife.

"I..." Gloria starts but zips up again.

"You can talk to me, always, you know that."

Jed grins and tickles her armpit.

"Tell me, I'm a big man, I can take it!"

Gloria squirms and laughs before sighing. She catches her breath and speaks:

"It's just... the way Mary talked to you in the car, and when we arrived at the hotel, it made me think there was something between you two. It made me feel... uncomfortable. Mary's always so flirty with you..."

Jed starts to answer, but Gloria cuts him off immediately.

"I know, of course that isn't true, it was silly of me to be jealous... but I... I only want you to have eyes for me, okay?"

Gloria turns to Jed and runs a hand over his chest.

"I'm not so bountiful or expressive, so... reckless and bold as some... but, you do still love me, don't you?"

"Oh, you're right about two things." Jed flicks her on the nose gently. "You're being really silly and... of course, I love you. Forever, and ever."

"Oh... Jed." Gloria tears up slightly and jumps to hug him.

"We've been through so much, why would I ever want to start over with somebody else? You're all that I need. If anything, I should be worrying if I am worth you..."

"Oh, nonsense!"

"After all, I'm the one who's unemployed and with a failed restaurant under my belt..."

"Hehe... you've got more under your belt than that..." Gloria grabs Jed's dick. "And something even more wonderful up here, filled to the brim with wisdom," she kisses his forehead.

Jed's hand reaches for Gloria's head, and he pets her hair as they kiss, their lips fitting together as if molded for each other. During their passionate kiss, Gloria feel's Jed's dick slightly twitch in her hands. Their lips separate, and she smiles.

"Mary's out like a light... she forgot all about the aftercare... I guess I win our competition after all."

"That's true, nobody is more diligent than you."

"Oh? Careful there, there's a fine line between compliments and saying something you'll regret." She teasingly walks two fingers along his firm chest, up towards his neck, and cups his chin.

"I propose a new competition."

"Oh?"

"The one whose moans wake up Mary, loses."

"You're on. But be warned, I'm not gonna lose."

"What a coincidence, neither am I."

They gaze into each other's eyes for a while, with serious expressions.

Then, Gloria smirks, her eyes narrowing from her smile.

"Looks like it'll be a long night then."

Jed responds in kind with his gentle smile.

"I wouldn't have it any other way."

His hand descends from Gloria's hair, brushes over her cheek, down her chin, and follows the trail of her neck. "It's our vacation after all, we can sleep in for as long as we want."

***

A door creaks and then closes quietly, but still producing enough noise to stir Mary from her sleep. Gentle light shines around the cracks of the bathroom's door frame, and the sound of rushing water plays.

"I wonder if this counts as a tiebreaker." Mary hears Gloria say, and turns her groggy head to see her hair disheveled, and her naked body sweaty all over, looking at her.

"What do you mean...?" Mary slowly regains her senses, remembering the night and where she is.

"Oh, nothing... How are you feeling? You totally wiped out from my husband's load." She chuckles.

"A-ah, right..." Mary feels her crotch, some of his semen is still liquid, but it's starting to dry up against her skin.

"I recommend you take a shower too. Sadly, it's very small, so we have to take turns."

"Right."

"You can stay the night here, or go back to your room, the choice is yours," Gloria says, strangely benevolent.

Mary looks at the bed and feels the fabric. It's dank and totally messed up. "I think I'll choose my room. No offence."

"I don't blame you. I wonder if room service can get us new sheets at this time of night."

Mary chuckles. "I sure hope so."

They lie in bed with a background orchestra of a calming waterfall. Gloria basks in the afterglow, a big grin on her lips, as she absently stares at the ceiling of their exotic Egyptian mythology-styled room.

A question runs circles in Mary's mind, something that's been haunting her for a long time. She finally speaks, breaking the silence:

"Have you ever thought about having children?"

"Where's this coming from?"

"No real reason, really. I'm just curious."

Mary runs a hand over her stomach, reminiscing how Jed's cum shot inside her, dearly hoping that she'd become pregnant from it. A hope she had experienced so many times, and always been let down in the end. She remembers Gloria asking her about her birth control, but she doesn't remember what she answered. A feeling in the back of her head tells her that she probably lied.

Gloria sighs. "Children are such a hassle, take up all your time, and keep you up at night. I'm sleep deprived enough as it is, and I'm overdosed on kids from being a teacher. And before you say anything, teenagers and young adults, they're all kids to me. Don't even get me started on actual babies, all work and no return. You can't even try to reason with those."

"Well, regardless, I think you'd make a wonderful mother."

"I don't know how you've gotten that impression... What about you then? If you say I'd be a good mother, then you'd be the best of them all. How come you're-?" Gloria stops herself. "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"I-it's okay! Y-you guessed it, got it on one. I just haven't found anyone..."

I'm so envious...

For you... It's an easy possibility with a loving husband there to support you.

To... impregnate you, to have children with. Take care of the kid together, to take care of each other.

I can never have that...

I just can't understand why you wouldn't want at least one... but perhaps...?

"If you can't stand babies... Have you ever considered adoption?"

"Huh...? I guess I'm not dead-set against the idea... as long as they're old enough to be... clean and have a lick of sense in their head. What are you getting at?"

"Hmm... Who knows? Maybe you'll have a chance for adoption still, of a 'kid' who's definitely old enough."

I'd do it myself, but...

I- I can't. I'm not good enough. Not all by my lonesome...

She deserves to have two loving parents.

***

The rest of the step-tomb tour went by without further complications, though the entire time, Iris and I felt the eggs shifting inside our wombs. It's a distracting feeling, a subtle weight in the pit of our stomachs. From the way Iris acted, the way she walked, and glanced at me, I knew she felt it too. In addition to that, my breasts are tight and full, the weight of the eggs making me want to carry my breasts in my hands, but I had to resist the feeling of publicly shaming myself. My nipples were back to normal size, there was nothing I could do to relieve the feeling, the eggs would be trapped inside until the time was right.

At least, our stomachs weren't big enough to attract any undue attention, although it felt like some of the students kept whispering about us, glancing in our direction time after time.

Finally, the class is dismissed, and we scamper into a cab, eager to get back to the hotel and rest after all our hardships and strenuous activities.

As we arrive, the sun has already set.

The receptionist greets us, and we take the stairs toward our room.

Iris holds a hand over her tummy as she walks up the stairs, and I do the same. It feels like the eggs move around less that way.

"Should we let Gloria know we're back?"

"Nah, I'm sure they're already sleeping by now."

"Yeah, they're old like that, we shouldn't wake them." Iris grins. "I'll text her we're back, anyway. If her phone's not on mute, it's her fault."

"Right." I open the door to our room with our keycard, and run up to my bed, and jump on it, on my back. "U-ugh..." I regret it instantly, the eggs rattle and shake inside, testing my limits and self-control. A small constant burn, like smoldering embers of passion, tries to ignite in the back of my mind whenever the eggs let their existence be known in my womb and breasts.

But I'm just so... so tired...

Iris closes the door and goes to her luggage.

"After today, you don't mind if we... sleep together a bit closer than before, right?

"Sleep as close as you like," I say with zest.

Iris starts undressing herself, and once she's done, she turns around and looks at me. Gyrating her hips, she puts on black lace bottoms, so narrow they barely hide her slit. Next, she puts on see-through black stockings, one on each leg. They slightly squeeze her thighs.

"I just thought since... we have the class tomorrow, and our flight leaves in the evening... this is our last night in the hotel. I don't want to have these packed with me for no reason.

"You certainly came prepared. Did you plan on seducing me this whole time? Was 'song-writing inspiration' just an excuse?"

"Don't give me that! I uh, haven't exactly made any solid progress on that front, it's true."

She puts on the final piece, a fishnet bikini top with small black lace decorations. It compliments her small boobs, her nipples poking out of the small holes. "But I had plenty of inspiring experiences on this trip to write about later, don't you agree?"

With her full set on, Iris looks incredibly sexy, she reinforces it by posing, throwing her violet hair over her shoulder, and shifting her weight on one leg. The revealing but obstructing pieces add a layer of desire and mystique to her.

"Definitely."

She gets on the bed and walks to me on all fours. "Time to sleep." She says with an overly sweet voice, but to me, it sounds just right.

She starts peeling away my dress, I help her with only slight movements of my body, and little by little, she uncovers my bare form.

"I'm so happy... Floret." She presses her stomach against mine, intertwines our bodies and legs together, I can feel the soft fabric of her lingerie against me. She straddles my thigh, rubbing her crotch against it, before settling down to a comfortable position.

She presses her head in between my warm, stretched, and filled breasts, curling even tighter against me.

"Me too." My soul soars, and flutters, I hug and caress her. Her scent reminds me that we didn't even shower, still being in the state we came back from the tomb. I'm too tired, too happy to care. Her earthy smell is one of love and care, and I wouldn't interrupt or trade this moment for anything. Our bodies together, our eggs shifting in a delightful way, Iris' gentle breath on my skin. Entangled together, we drift off to blissful sleep. In her embrace, in this moment, none can harm us. Not the very world, or anyone in it.