Dasha lounged on the wooden bench by the river, her seven-month belly rounding out the light sundress that clung to her skin in the summer heat. Her husband was miles away on another business trip, leaving her alone with hormones that turned every breeze into a tease and every thought into a craving for sex. She had skipped the panties on purpose, feeling deliciously exposed as she spread her thighs and let the fabric ride up. "These damn hormones have me dripping like a faucet," she muttered to herself with a wry laugh, her fingers already tracing the slick folds of her pussy. "Frequent sex? Try constant hunger. If only something wild would wander by and scratch this itch."
She plunged two fingers deep, working them with urgent rhythm while her free hand cupped her swollen breast. Sweat beaded on her neck and trickled between her breasts as she panted, hips rocking against the bench. Her pussy grew wetter, dripping onto the wood below, the wet sounds mixing with her soft moans. "Harder, just like that," she whispered to no one, building the tension until her ass clenched and her body arched. An hour melted away in this horny haze, the sun warming her skin while she chased release.
A low buzz cut through the air, and a massive beetle the size of a man landed nearby, its iridescent wings folding with a sharp snap. Its full insect body gleamed—segmented legs, armored thorax, twitching antennae, and a blunt muzzle that lowered toward her. The creature's appendage-cock emerged, hard and ridged like a chitinous ovipositor, already glistening. It sniffed at her exposed pussy, mandibles clicking. Dasha met its alien gaze without flinching, strong and unyielding. "Well, aren't you a bold one? Smelling what's mine? Go on then—my husband's away, and these hormones won't wait."
She spread her legs wider, guiding the beetle closer with a commanding tilt of her hips. "That cock looks painful in the best way. Fuck me rough, bug, but don't think you're in charge." The creature thrust forward, its ridged member stretching her dripping pussy in one brutal push. Dasha gasped, pain flaring sharp before melting into waves of pleasure that made her pant harder. "Fuck, it's thick—yes, deeper! My ass is clenching just from this."
The beetle pounded relentlessly, legs gripping her thighs as its wings buzzed with effort, each thrust jolting her pregnant belly. Dasha laughed through gritted teeth, witty even as sweat poured down her back. "Hurts so good—keep that hard cock moving! My pussy's swallowing you whole. If my husband knew a giant insect was railing me, he'd lose his mind." She rocked back to meet every slam, fingers digging into the bench, her body slick and dripping with arousal.
Pleasure built fast, her clit throbbing as the rough fucking pushed her over the edge. Dasha came with a sharp cry, pussy pulsing around the invading cock while the beetle's wings flared. It followed moments later, flooding her with thick, sticky cum like condensed milk—ropes of it pumping deep, overflowing her pussy and coating her thighs in a gooey mess. She panted, strong and satisfied, even as the excess dripped onto the bench. "That's a load worth bragging about."
The beetle withdrew slowly, its muzzle nuzzling her belly in strange affection before buzzing its wings again. Dasha adjusted her sundress over the mess, a sly smile playing on her lips as fresh heat stirred in her core. "Round one's done, but these hormones say we're not finished yet."
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