She calms her breath. It is heavy, hastened. An unfamiliar excitement electrifies the senses. A pretense of discipline and brave stoicism is close to bursting.

" -haah- ... I ... Can't believe I'm doing this ... finally ..."

However, this female has been trained well. She mutters to herself. Faint, stifled whispers. She awaits the commencement of her sacrifice. Her utterances are excusable. She is bolstering her resolve.

Skin temperature is elevated. Subtle squirming. Instinctive probing as to the strength of her shackles. Her ankles and wrists gently pull and twist. The cold steel does not budge. She is bolted down firm. A female with ten times her physical strength, exactly as hopeless. She is settling into her peril.

The chamber is deathly quiet. A deafening hush saturates her. A nervous gulp is cacophonous squelching in her ears. It's warm. Every breath feels thick. The light above is not akin to sunlight. Something less familiar. Unsettling.

She relaxes further, controls her breathing. A curious glance upward. An egg. She knows exactly why it is there, what it is for. An apprehensive glance downward. Beyond her exposed sex. An egg. She knows why they are here. A further realization. Her chest grows heavier, emotions of horror and delight swirl within.

It's quiet again.

...

Then, a squelch not of her body.

...

The silence is broken. The first egg hatches. Another petrified glance upward.

"Hohh... Oh ff-...!"

The second egg oozes open. Glistening beads of slime trail down their sides. It is happening. She knows what is about to happen to her. Instinct wrestles with her body. Both wrists and ankles wriggle and writhe, protesting their bondage.

Her first glance at a facehugger. Its upper leg segments, squirming, at the mouth of its egg. The female's sexual organs increase in temperature. They prepare for their violation. Her jaw relaxes, lips obediently parting. She already anticipates the taste. Her throat tenses up, bracing for invasion. It cannot be avoided. Any moment now.

A loud squelch. They jump atop of her. It happens punishingly fast.

"No- NOOO!!! NO-MMMGHH! HEEHHHGGHH~!!!! Mh-HMMGH...!!"

Her resolve breaks as her body is entered. She is smothered, breathing wrestled away. It provides little air, stifling her panic. A warm, slick long ovipositor. Her throat spasms before accepting the intrusion. It worms its way past unhindered. A tickling from deep within her chest, then her stomach.

An unbearable tickle in her groin. It bucks her hips, her shoulders quiver. A hot, firm probe parts her groin. It pushes up. A muffled, agonized yelp. Her cervix yields to the invasion, relaxing to the oncoming ovipositor.

Her body is reacting exactly as it should. She has been trained well.

She is going to be pregnant ❤

"MMMGGHH!! HEEELLHHHGGH!!!!"

Maddening horror, panic. An yet, overwhelming euphoria. Physical bliss. Maternal ecstasy. She does not desire rescue, no undoing of her sacrifice, yet her instincts force themselves out. A mere release of tension. A jubilation in the perilous role she has undertaken.

Then, strained gulps. No squelching? She asphyxiates? Her chest heaves. No. Her hugger is bringing her to heel. Control her breath. Control her passion. Then, a softer gulp? Muffled squelches... the first egg is being laid.

Her hips shiver. A delicate whimper. Bare stomach twists, then relaxes. The second egg has been laid.

...

She rests. Pregnant. Body temperature elevated. Docile. She has resigned her body. It gestates her new young.

All that is left, now, is to wait.

Wait for her... fulfillment~ ❤


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This is another idea I've had on hold for a LONG time (possibly for a few years now), and finally finished up. I'm very happy with this final result \>3</

The round, shining light from above was an unplanned addition. What started as a lighting experiment for funsies ended up sitting really well with me :0c I like the slightly more ominous vibe it provides, implying that not only is she bolted down, but she's also somewhere deep below in a strong stone structure. She couldn't escape even if she somehow wriggled free of her shackles >:3

I had originally planned a kind of X-Ray version of this image too, but decided against it. If this had a more "laboratory" kind of setting I'd have considered it, perhaps with a kind of camera overlay too, but since I preferred the more archaic stone setting this time, I'll save the X-Ray idea for another drawing c:

The story for this one I went back and forth on a bit too, until I settled for this more uncanny narrative style. What do you think her "fulfillment" will be~...?

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