Asexual Reproduction, Part 5

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Summary: Following her eighteenth birthday, Cona begins her inauguration as queen, and starts to undergo daily pregnancies, giving birth to an egg at midnight every night. This will go on for 1 year until the village is populated with a new generation of children. But when an oddity occurs, and two other princesses are discovered, Cona begins to explore her options… Contains: Belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, pregnancy, egg laying, and more.

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Rina had been dragged off to somewhere underground, perhaps a cave. It was dark and damp, a few lanterns the only source of light. She was thrown to the ground in a corner, her wrists and ankles bound behind her. She tried not to put any pressure on her belly, as she watched it heave, now fully exposed without her cloak.

Her leather skirt was still in place, as was her breast armor, both of which seemed to be getting tighter on her by the moment. Rina refused to complain. She made not a sound throughout her torment. Instead she bit her tongue as she received yet another slap across the face.

Rina spat some blood, then glared hatefully up at her aggressor.

Kreptors were savage beasts, known for the crass practices that tainted every facet of their lives, from eating to breeding. As a sterile species, they could procreate only by impregnating compatible races. They would first taint the potential mother with their infectious DNA, after which she would become almost fifty percent Kreptor. They would then mate with her repetitively, breeding her until her body could no longer handle their foul litters.

Rina shuddered, and for once was grateful that her womb was already occupied, and would be employed for at least a year. She had been regretful to discover that she was the Murkle princess, but it was far preferable to what the Kreptors might have had in store for her were otherwise.

Her head jerked to one side as she received another slap.

“Stop thiss,” someone hissed.

The two dozen or so surrounding Kreptors immediately cleared the way for the handsome man from before. He must have been their leader. Translucent scales littered his cheeks, his dark green hair tied loosely behind him, and his skin was just as pale and green as any Kreptor’s. Rina watched the way his fangs protruded every time his lips parted. “She needss her strength,” he stated.

“What will we do with her, Sirce?” a lower-ranking Kreptor rasped.

“We will feasst,” croaked another, eying Rina’s belly. His lizard-tongue darted across his thin lips.

“No.” The one called Sirce stepped yet closer and kneeled down to Rina’s level. She cringed as he ran his clawed finger over her belly.

Her mound had gotten yet larger in the hours since her abduction. She felt incredibly tight, and looked what she imagined to be at term. She wished she could shift from her uncomfortable position perched there on the floor, the remnants of her attire periodically squeezing her tighter. But she refused to reveal any discomfort, and glared resolutely up at Sirce.

“This woman is the Murkle princesss,” he said. “She will produce an egg every day for a year to carry on her speciess. The death of her young will mean the death of her race.”

“Yess!” the others hissed their assent. The Murkles and Kreptors had feuded for centuries. Rina was sure that capturing her was among their wildest dreams.

“But what would be worsse than eating them?” Sirce continued.

“Worssse?” various voices hissed with confusion.

“What if we ussed them,” Sirce continued, still to gliding his finger over her abdomen, his claw scraping, threatening to dig in and taint her. Rina’s belly heaved worse than ever.

“Use them?” the surrounding voices echoed.

“We will raisse these spawn as expendable warriors. Infect them. The Murkles will never take them back. Instead, these spawn will fight the Murkles. Destroy them. And if not, they will be our slavess!”

The room fell silent as the others mused on this prospect. There were murmurs of excitement. Fanged grins appeared on pallid faces.

“And this princess—we will breed her. After the completion of her birth cycle, she will remain fertile. By next year, she will carry Kreptor!”

There were excited hisses. Several Kreptors began to instinctively jerk and fidget their limbs in their excitement. The whole scene was eerie.

The Kreptors had lived in small groups for decades, verging on instinction. Fertility was a rarity for any species since the great wars. To find a healthy and fertile female was a priceless asset—even if said female’s womb was already employed for the time being.

“What if thiss is a trap?” said one.

Sirce shook his head dismissively. “Don’t be foolish. Even they wouldn’t make this kind of gamble. This is their princess.”

“Why would they leave her unguarded?” another questioned.

“Who cares?” Sirce retorted. “She’s oursss now.” He leaned closer to Rina, his nose brushing over her bulging cleavage. It drifted across her chest, and up to her neck. Rina could feel his hot breath there, and then the soft pressure of his fangs. She trembled violently as she felt saliva drip onto her shoulder.

But then he pulled back, and lightly shook his head. “No, not yet,” Sirce muttered, almost to himself. “I must wait.”

Rina took a shuddering breath as Sirce stood. She unconsciously twitched and tugged at her bounds. She was relieved that he had not infected her. She didn’t know what effect Kreptor DNA would have on her current egg, or subsequent pregnancies.

Sirce was now regarding his men. “Feed her. She needs her strength. We don’t need her to die trying to pass her foul creatures.” He walked off towards the entrance to the cavern, disappearing into the darkness, and Rina did not know whether to feel relieved or doomed that he’d left. The other Kreptors closed in on her.

One of them pushed something against her lips. Though her stomach gave a mighty grumble, Rina turned away, resisting the offering. Another Kreptor grabbed her head, and parted her jaw so roughly she feared he would break it.

But Rina was mostly concerned about the way his claws pushed into her mouth and brushed her sensitive gums. Foregoing the alternative of becoming infected, Rina accepted the food into her mouth. It was foul-tasking, but soft, and chewy, like animal fat. She chewed and gulped it down, but it was immediately replaced with another handful of the foul-tasting nourishment. Rina forced herself to eat as the food was practically stuffed into her mouth. She was grateful when the Kreptor holding her jaw withdrew his hands.

Rina didn’t know how long the feeding went on. She estimated it was an hour before the Kreptors stopped. By then, she felt full, bloated, and almost suffocated, and she could not determine whether it was the sheer tightness of her belly, or how constricted she felt at her chest as her breasts pushed against her restrictive breast armor.

She wanted to retch, but she couldn’t, even as she tried, her insides refusing to relinquish even a morsel of the feast.

She was flushed and red, her belly throbbing. It looked more massive than she could have imagined it being, and it was sleek with sweat. Suddenly there was a splash of liquid; she could feel it pooling beneath her knees. Rina continued to gasp for breath, the Kreptors stepping back and watching her eagerly.

Rina knew little about pregnancy, having never thought it would be relevant in her life as a soldier. She had briefly seen a photograph of the queen once, heavy in pregnancy, during a visit to the palace. The woman had looked outlandishly fat and abnormal with the large egg in her belly. Rina supposed that she probably looked the same now.

Based on what little Rina knew of pregnancy, she was aware that it was likely midnight, and consequently time to give birth. The sheer concept horrified her, but she suspected there was little she could do to resist it. Not unless she stalled. Not unless she could wait a bit longer, for her sisters, and keep this precious egg out of the Kreptors’ greedy hands.

Rina grunted out as her belly heaved viciously, then seemed to jam hard where it was cradled in her pelvis. Perched there on her knees, she pressed her lips, desperate to contain her grunts. She tugged at her bound wrists behind her, feeling compelled to clutch her belly, to keep it from dropping farther on her torso.

The mound heaved again, and Rina cried out as the egg jammed yet lower in her pelvis. Her thighs quavered, but were restricted by her bound ankles beneath her. She wavered, and in a desperate attempt not to fall on her belly, angled herself backwards. Rina yelped as her back slammed down against the damp rock floor, the weight of the egg knocking the breath out of her lungs. She continued to desperately twitch at her bounds as her body shuddered.

The mass throbbed and jerked consistently, Rina no longer trying to contain her groans of pain. Her skirt tightened as more and more of the egg bore down on her pelvis. Soon the material could contain her no longer, and the clasps snapped, the skirt blissfully loosening. Her hips had widened as they took on more and more of the egg. Rina could feel her loins parting. She cried out, and against all instinct, she closed her knees.

Her skin was burning, the egg pulsating forcefully as it tried to push its way into existence. Rina moaned and twisted, refusing to free it. She would sooner die than allow the Kreptors enslave her people.

The lizards stood around her, watching. They hungrily licked her lips.

“Why is this taking sso long?” one hissed. He watched Rina’s sweat form a puddle beneath her tense body.

“Get Sirce,” said another.

“Nnnrrghhhh…oh…gods…” Rina’s hips jerked, but she refused to indulge the overwhelming urge.

“What’s going on here?” Sirce stormed in. He pushed through the men, then stared down at Rina in shock. Her crouched down and forced her legs open. Rina screamed as all at once, a massive pressure slammed through her. She could feel her panties sliding down, the egg pushing for freedom.

There was a booming noise from outside the cave. Another Kreptor hurried through the entrance. “Sirce, those Murkle whores—they’re here!” he cried, but choked as a gleaming blade slammed through his chest.

Murkle warriors stormed the cavern, Rina’s relief overwhelmed by pain as her egg continued to jam through her. Sirce’s hand wrapped tightly around her arm, and he tugged, trying to get her to her feet.

“No!” Rina cried out as she was pulled to her knees. She furiously tried to support the crowning egg, but her bounds were too strong.

Her knees dragged as Sirce pulled her toward a narrow opening hidden in the rock she hardly imagined her mound could fit through. She screamed in protest, her belly shuddering violently, when there was a whistle in the air. As she looked up, she could see that Sirce had frozen in his tracks, an arrow now protruding from the back of his throat.

Rina just managed to avoid his body as it collapsed. She fell to her side, her whole torso wracked with pain.

“Help me, help—oh gods—the egg!” she cried, as several of the soldiers came to surround her. They untied her ankles, removed her breast plate, and helped to guide the egg out of her anguished body.

Through her combined pain and relief, Rina didn’t notice the shallow cuts Sirce’s claws had left on her arm.