CoC Oviposition Anemone

The tentacles on this girl sing a siren song and beg you to sample their venomous, greedy caresses as you plunge your egg-layer into her... even the small, blue feelers around the reclining girl’s pussy call to you. Your insectile abdomen pulses as eggs shift, lining up for deposition, and your long, black ovipositor slides out, pulsing in time with your heartbeat. The idea of having those feelers stroke your strange organ while you unload your pent-up eggs sounds so good that a drop of honey oozes out, filling the air with a sweet scent that makes your antennae tingle. The anemone’s eyes light up as your black shaft drools, and she leans forward, catching the nectar on a finger and raising it to her lips.

You watch with mounting arousal as she rolls your nectar on her tongue; her eyes widen at the taste and she smiles ingratiatingly at you. “Sweet... more?” she coos, pursing her lips at you.

“As long as you stop making that stupid face,” you reply.

The anemone looks quizzical, but wraps a hand around your egg-laying organ, pulling it closer. You allow her to draw you in and press the black, wet tip to her mouth, and she raises her other hand to it and begins to stroke. You shiver in pleasure as another gob of honey forms, and the anemone, watching your reaction, smiles slyly. She slides two of her tentacles into each palm, adding the caressing, sticky sensation of her stingers to the handjob! Your legs wobble as your blood vessels loosen and your ovipositor fills with warm, fluttering heat; it feels so fuzzy that you don’t even notice when it begins oozing your nectar constantly. You do notice, however, when she lifts your prong to her lips and brashly sticks her tongue right down the hole!

A wordless groan drops from your mouth as the girl’s small, cool muscle probes the inside of your ovipositor. She strokes the base eagerly, forcing more of your honey to the end to be lapped up; every time a glob rises to the top, her tongue greedily scoops it up, tracking a tingling, ticklish trail along the nerves on the inside of your black bee-prick. Fuck, there’s no way you can hold back... the first of your eggs is pushed from you, forcing the anemone’s lips apart as it enters her mouth.

“Lumpy... ?” Your intended receptacle pulls away grimacing as several more spurt from your organ, and deposits the one from her mouth into the lakewater alongside them. The ovipositor in her grip squirms, wrapped in hands and tentacles, dropping spheres slowly and unsatisfyingly into the water as she decides what to do.

You have no such vacillations; you’re gonna violate her. As good as the tongue felt, your body wants to put these eggs in something. Boneless, you’ll never make it to her pussy, but... any hole’s a goal. Grabbing the anemone’s face in both hands, you stuff your black organ into her mouth, right to the hilt.

“Mmmf!” The blue girl struggles and tries to pull away as the next batch of eggs slides into her; her hands dart to yours, trying to pry fingers loose, but your grip is vice-like with renewed intensity as you focus on your release. The slippery spheres barrel down her throat like marbles as the madness washes over you and settle heavily on her stomach. It doesn’t take long before you finish, pushing your cargo down her passageway in a neat, orderly line.

Relieved, you pull your shrinking tube from the wet mouth; a few straggling eggs fall from it, dropping into the water. The anemone looks plainly queasy as she rubs her stomach.

“Hard...” she moans, pressing down on her midriff and frowning. “Yucky...”

That’s too bad. Gathering your things, you giggle at her and depart.

You grab 4 gems and 24 XP from your victory.
There is a shriveled tentacle on your defeated opponent. There is no room for a shriveled tentacle in your inventory. You may replace the contents of a pouch with a shriveled tentacle or abandon it.