Prologue 1.21 Threesome

Vespa flashed a mischievous smile as she tossed back her pollen-filled orange hair and spun around. Her thorax had grown a little bigger after every breeding, leading to a back end that Reed felt proud of. Another feature of the game, every NPC aged and changed under physical stresses like in real life. Her long royal wings fluttered over the sex toy she decided to add to their bedroom fun. After all an Ovipositor needed something to deposit her eggs within. His wasp queen stretched out on all fours lifting her stinger so he could see her tight horizontal slit creak open, exposing its juicy pink interior. She shook her rear, not moving the bed thanks to the sex toy she brought to their marital bed.

He remembered nights when he curled up with her and imagined that this was truly his life forever. This was really reality, and Reed had hundreds of children he could call his own. The man who sold his soul to the game and spent every waking moment collecting degrees, joining research groups, and even becoming a founding member of an Entomology research guild. While most of his colleagues were Japanese men who never grew out of beetle battling, he considered them members of his family.

Reed took off his robe exposing his partial Entonoid wasp body. Originally, he chose the race for the perks and special classes that came with it. Intelligence points actually made him smarter due to his connection to the quantum computer running the world. Most of the principles behind the phenomenon were considered government secrets. What wasn’t a secret was the size of his penis.

A massive rod of pink flesh with a spear-like tip rose at the wafting scent and slow opening of his wife’s clenching love slit. He used his second set of arms to fold his robe and tossed it aside before picking up a horse vibrator for his wife’s sex toy in the bed.

The struggling blonde centaur stared at him with nothing short of lust-filled eyes. The green-eyed half-elf centaurs were so adorable. He especially liked the way her long wrinkled black slit winked, exposing a black and pink malted clit at him. Wasp Queen perks, aphrodisiac venom, and good old-fashioned charisma points had turned the centaur into a horny mess in their bed.

He used his favorite lube spell, conjuring a tiny wasp nest that spewed lube wasps that quickly covered the enchanted flesh-crafted donkey dong in his lower hands. The poor girl was going to need to get her small horse cunny stretched for his wife's big egg-filled ovipositor. She couldn’t simply lay her eggs; after all, they needed a nice warm hole to fill. Even if he planned to harvest them after giving them gene therapy. When they hatched, there was a host prepared that would carry them to term far better than some mass of horse flesh. But what a mass she was; he liked the blonde hair, green eyes, and pointy ears.

Reed’s dick was already hard; he approached his wife, conscious of the stinger that she pointed out of his way like the centaur would her tail already did with her tail. He lowered himself and pointed the flared tip of the dong against the girl’s puffy black lips and ripped them up and down, getting flashes of pink every time she winked. Once he was sure she was ready, he pushed nearly three feet inside of her, and the centaur moaned with every inch. Then he flipped on the vibrations and watched the girl wink and cum herself into a puddle.

Already the girl pulled up her bra, exposing inverted nipples only to suck on them, freeing the pink little love caps lost in her own world of vibrating fullness pleasure. A cough took his attention away from the centaur bringing him back to the massive slit staring him in the eye and the pulsing pink flesh within. He rose and placed a hand on her fuzzy lovely thorax sending his wife into a frenzy of dripping as her lovely slit poured lubrication in preparation for their mediation. His hard cock rose, pointing like a spear as the beginning of an ovipositor stretched out of the slit. Reed pressed his hand into her creamy slit and felt it pulse with a warmth he would miss for the rest of his life.

This was going to be the last time; that’s why she added a centaur instead of a horse. He wanted to tit fuck one of those busty girls for so long but would only do so if she agreed. The centaur rolled under his wife, pushing her hooved in the air but keeping her horse belly under his wife. Vespa used one of her free hands to grab the massive donkey dildo buried only halfway into the centaur and pushed it back in as deep as it would go.

“She’s so much tighter than I expected. I hope I don’t hurt her. Do you want me to do it while she sucks you off? While she’s busy with your cock I can mount her and drive my big ovipositor deep inside her. I’m going to split her open.” Vespa said.

“I love it when you talk dirty to me. I would love it if you filled her with your eggs while she’s busy licking your juices off of me.” Reed said.

Reed pressed into her slit and felt her muscled insides press against him from all angles. Ripples and folds squeezed against him as she worked his cock like a pump, hungry to suck out what she needed. He groaned as he tried to pull away, only for her cunt to pull him every so slowly back in, and then his first orgasm hit. He felt rope after rope of sticky sperm fill her before her slit relaxed enough for him to pull back. With his cock her ovipositor extended stiffening.

A mass of pink flesh wider than a man’s forearm stretched out, rippling and bringing his softening cock back to life.

“I need all of it,” Vespa said and lifted her thorax higher. She turned, tossing a leg over Reed, spinning her ovipositor, and giving him another intense experience. He pressed forward into her stiffening insect pussy as it sucked once more, as Vespa bucked her hips. This was it; he could feel himself cum again as her cunt edged down to his base, sucking until she screamed in her own orgasm.

“I’m so full,” Vespa moaned before leaning further back as her ovipositor slowly slid off of me. Not a drop of sperm was lost as she turned her attention to the centaur. “I’m ready if you are. Give those centaur titties a good fucking.” Vespa said.

I moved to the front of the centaur, who managed to shove both nipples in her mouth while she watched us with a side-eye. My cock, still erect due to my high vitality, was ready to fuck the centaur’s throat. I grabbed her massive titties and pulled them free from the girl’s mouth. She groaned before rolling back over and raising her tail to Vespa.

“That is a mighty fine cock you have there.” The centaur girl said.

I flashed a smirk. Vitality was the secret ingredient in that regard. “Give me a tit fuck. I want to feel those breasts you were having so much fun with.” Reed said.

The centaur spread her breasts before freezing. Vespa winked at me as she prodded the centaur with her prehensile ovipositor. It pressed against the centaur’s still winking black cunny, pressed and prodding, soaked in wasp honey. I watched the centaur’s green eyes widen as the tip went in. To see a creature renowned for cock size get filled in such a way was satisfying.

I pressed my cock between her breasts, and the girl licked my tip slowly at first before tasting more. Before I knew it, she shoved the tip to the back of her throat. Then the first egg, larger than any I had ever seen, stretched out of Vespa and slowly passed to the centaur. I lodged my cock in her throat just as the massive egg stretched her thick wrinkled black lips. Her hot throat constricted on the spot as I fucked her throat and breasts. Then the girl grabbed her own tits and started moving. She only paused when another thick egg filled her up.

My eyes closed as the centaur slowly brought me to a climax. I let it happen, filling the girl’s throat with my cum while I watched Vespa close her own eyes in pleasure. Her image fucking a centaur’s fat cunt was the last thing I saw in Ubel. I awoke in my pod in a vat of oxygenated fluid, unable to log back into my account. Before my eyes, my account was deleted and I would never again return home.

I remained floating with atrophied muscles and so many experimental procedures locked in a safe place to eventually turn myself into something other than a human. The DNA sequencing was there to turn me into something close to my avatar. What else could I do when my human body didn’t feel right? Two arms never felt so limiting.