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Unearthly Lust (DonVoltonus and AndNich123)

"Well, not exactly..." He patted her belly. "A lucky accident really. With the embryos dead, his seed seems to have converted them into his own eggs. It would explain his inability to fertilize your own eggs."
 
"His eggs," she asks shocked. "I have his eggs inside me now? I will give birth to his eggs? Does he know?"
 
"Yes, doesn't particularly care though. Not the fatherly type, and at best we might get one viable hatchling. Ancient species and nano-technology aren't the most viable genetic brew."
 
"Somewhat. Large insertions are no issue, you have a secondary incubation womb. Sperm can reach the eggs, but that not an issue unless it's caustic...or electrified. Basically, when you're pregnant, just let me tell you what to mate with."
 
She was shaky standing on her feet at first. Her hand grabs at her forehead. "I feel....hungry, but I want to walk around the ship some more. Would you come with me? Tell me more about the different beasts behind the doors?"
 
"Certainly." He smiled, leading her to a long hallway, many doors of different designs lining the walls.
 
She stopped in front of one door tracing her fingers along the designs she saw. "What kind of beast is behind this door?"
 
"He's known as a construct, living stone. Quetzecoatal, an Aztec god or something like that, was based on one of these stone snakes I believe.
 
"I'm growing rather fond of dying, but I do want to keep the eggs safe. If you're certain they will be alright, can I go inside?"
 
She nods. "I can do this by myself." Grabbing the doorknob, she opens it and steps inside. The door closes softly behind her, and she looks around for a sound or anything to let her know something about this creature."
 
"Beautiful," she whispers inspecting the stone statue before her. She moves with her hand stretched out towards it preparing to touch it.
 
It shifted in a shower of terra cotta dust, slithering around and turning to face her, eyes glowing red.
 
She jerked with her hand still outstretched. Callie was staring into the glowing eyes as the dust settled. "Beautiful," she repeated.
 
She gasped trying to keep eye contact with him until she felt his tail rubbing her. "That feels nice," she whispers to him.
 
Two deep clay brown cocks slid out near his tail, coated in a shiny, oily substance, rubbing against both of her holes. The "organs" were twelve inches each, with pointed heads, ridged shafts, and thick, squarish knots.
 
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