Enter Sectian Ch. 7 - Sex Stories

Enter Sectian Ch. 7

... pouted. "But a mean opossum ran out and ate one!"

"The opossum wants to live too."

"I don't care."

What she did care greatly about was when her mother brought home a sectoid in its computer mouse size stage. "Oooo, it's cute!" The adult child delighted. Pamela refrained from rolling her eyes. A cockroach was a cockroach by any name, according to her sensibilities.

She had saved the ugly insect from rats and other critters vying for each scuttling treat which thrived on the garbage bins. That day, Pamela appointed herself Keeper of Sectoids. She realized that the current swarm was depleting rapidly into the stomachs of feral, urban predators.

Pamela scouted ten locations, each at least two blocks away from any other, which had sufficient refuse to harbor hungry sectoids. She lugged their stainless steel bucket of larvae and grubs to the first of their new habitats. She would continue to populate that location until the local pests discovered the yummy morsels and begin to deplete them. Then she would stock the next location and the next, hoping that the hungry predators would eventually forget the locations they had eradicated. And she could circle around to the first one.

That circle of plenty and lean would take many, many months to navigate. In the meantime, Pamela's home would never lack the incredible sexual experience of mating with a sectoid.

There was also the remote possibility that one or more women in the neighborhood would find themselves ...

... transfixed by the weirdly evolved insects and be receptive to their unique attentions...

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"Homeless Scientist Get's Rich Selling Folk Aphrodisiacs" The clickbait title grabbed Pamela's attention. She read with great amusement, the brief article.

"Dr. Jurgen Cambria, once a chemical engineer during the second Iraqi war, was summarily banished from the scientific community after smuggling invasive creatures into North America. He lived homeless for several years before establishing a small business that made suspicious, perfume aphrodisiacs. The fallen charlatan's business has, to date, a valuation of several million dollars."

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Adeline's shouts and cries fell on pleased ears. Mother and daughter now lived with doors always open - for added safety. The daughter, upon returning from her job, undressed in her bedroom and began masturbating. Not long there after, Lady Bug crept slowly to the young woman's room. She was moving slower than usual but would likely survive another week or two to serve both women's rapacious desires.

Pamela lay on her bed, diddling her pussy, while Screwball was latched to her milk engorged breast and sucking the nutrition through it's needle like proboscis. The aroused woman shivered from the painful grasp of Screwball's mandibles. Her orgasms with the next-to-last stage of a sectoid, weren't nearly as strong or prolonged, but she preferred them to the overwhelming and draining experience of being fucked by and implanted with Lady ...