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“Okay, careful… careful…”
The eggs required a steady hand. If he squeezed too hard, cut into the casing instead of the membrane, or just startled and dropped a specimen, he’d be left with a gooey mess in his insides. Which, granted he’d initially come into wanting, but wasn’t too productive to leave within him. It carried the risk of clogging up his writing or seeping down into the hydraulics of his hips.
But god it was worth it for that dick-
“Eep!” Tenna startled at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, as the egg tweezed in his hand pops, speared by the tweezers he’d been slowly extracting with. Letting out a sigh, he sets it in a pan with a few other broken specimens. ”Shoot! …Well, at least I got it out first…” And he turns his case to the intact eggs. Half dozen broken (no thanks to Sneo’s enthusiasm), half dozen intact, positioned comfortably around a mixture of foliage and peat that made the container within steam. With the right hot lamp and enough misting, there was a chance - however slight - that they could even see some nymphs from this batch!
The thought got an excited little tingle up Tenna’s spine. The method was unconventional, but so far this had been the best way to get egg samples (and was definitely not something he did with the bug for entirely other purposes.) If it had a chance of restoring a species, surely it was worth a shot, right? Not just a species - a people, perhaps! One that everyone could benefit from knowing! Sneo after all showed signs of intelligence - what if they had secrets that could benefit everyone?
Or what if he doomed the mainland to an out of control race of gigantic, cannibalistic mantis men with parasitic larvae!
Tenna shuddered and shook his head. You’re catastrophizing again, Ent. Sneo can be perfectly reasonable!! Under… extremely specific circumstances and with very high end motivators… but reasonable, none the less!!
Most of the eggs have been cleared from his inner cavity, but it’s worth it to give another feel through the sticky mess clinging to his insides. “It’s a wonder I haven’t shorted out yet. Thank goodness I’m insulated around my cables...” Bugs often preferred moist and muggy environments - it had been a precaution taken when he first got the TV show. Now, it felt like a relief, knowing that he could get plowed and not worry about a cum shot sending him to the shop for a week. No he’d only have to worry about getting there if Sneo felt cheeky enough to pull a hip out of socket or rough up his neck joints. Now he could feel the weight of one more when shifting his hips, so where…
Aha! There you are.
Right near the base of his abdomen, settled against the crook of his hip. It was hard to believe such a big bug like Sneo made such tiny eggs during a normal lay. It felt barely bigger than a chicken egg in his palm. “Number seven, intact. Well you’re a lucky little one, aren’t you? Wonder how your chances will be with your siblings?”
Then, Tenna paused.
… how good would any of their chances be? Really?
Tenna had gotten his fair share of eggs from Sneo. That much was true. And since acquiring the big bug and working with him, the success rate of the little ones was… small.
Sneo’s species were parasites as nymphs. They would be injected directly into a living host, where they would then gestate, and once hatched, would consume them from inside out. And of course Tenna had tried to simulate that environment. Warm, wet containers, with decomposing plant matter to simulate the feeling of being held within an organism, with food provided quickly upon hatching. But the nymphs who did make it to hatching would wolf down the dirt instead, and die quickly of impacted digestive systems. But god forbid he thinks of putting them willingly in another living animal!!
The most he’d ever been willing to try was the corpse of a recently deceased gator from the park. And the poor thing had begun to rot before he recognized none of the implanted eggs had even made it to hatching.
There was just something he was missing here. Some aspect of the life cycle he couldn’t replicate outside of a living organism. And he was not about to volunteer an animal who couldn’t consent OR one of his staff. Sneo was his project - and, well… his mate. And Sneo seemed very protective over his mates. Far beyond getting fucked to death, a potential volunteer might not survive the hatching process. And even then, only a handful of his staff even knew about the uh… situation between him and the specimen.
And it wasn’t like he could just carry one to-
…
Oh. Oh that was a dangerous line of thought, wasn’t it? Tenna bit his glass lip.
And it wouldn’t work! If substrate or a corpse didn’t work, how would a robot work better?
His hand stilled. It stroked its thumb over the soft surface of the tiny egg still in his womb - HIS CHASSIS. His chassis. He didn’t have a womb. He had a few openings where things could wind up sometimes. That’s it. And frankly he was blessed that he could clean those parts out with a quick blast of the hose and a towel dry. Did he really want to push his luck with a baby?
… a baby.
A baby-
A nymph it’s a nymph it’s not a baby it’s a creature it’s an insect it’s a monster it’s -
Too little, too late. He could feel his systems begin to overclock, his screen darkening. He looked back at himself and felt a little like he was outside of his own body. A nervous little giggle came from his case.
It wasn’t a big secret that Tenna adored kids. Smiling little faces with chubby cheeks and tiny little laughs, full of so much curiosity and delight in the natural world around them. A lot of adults found bugs creepy or scary, but not kids. Kids had to learn that fear for the most part, and they could observe and admire insects as deeply as Tenna did. Could see just how cool they were, not like their parents could. If he had his way, that’s how he’d raise his.
… but he couldn’t be a parent. Not how he wanted.
Sure, he could always adopt. He’d built a reputation as a good person, a dedicated scientist. But he wasn’t built with the capacity for life like a normal parent would. He couldn’t start fresh. Even if he were considering a robot, would they even look anything like him? Was that vain to want one like him? It would be unfair expectations to put on a child that would be his, but would never be his.
Yet from that first day he’d met him, Sneo had rutted desperately enough to prove him otherwise. He’d found some quality in him that was suited to, or perhaps beautiful enough, to consider as a mate. And bred the ever living daylights out of him for hours after. And as he laid there on the canopy floor, stuffed to the gills with eggs and the largest bug he’d encountered in his life curling around him, the euphoria he’d felt when running a hand across his middle had sent electric shockwaves through his body.
He’d hoped at the time that this was nothing more than a new kink, and in a way, that much was true. He just couldn’t get as hard anymore without thinking of that powerful, glistening carapace on top of him, wrapping those jagged blades in front of him to hold him there, pumping him so full he could barely move. And he’d run his hands over his stretched silicone later and feel those sparks dance up his back, hesitating to open himself up at first just to look at himself in the mirror. Admire just how huge Sneo got him this time. And the thought would hit soon after.
God I look pregnant.
The first time it had hit, he still remember the jagged claw marks he’d left on the bathroom counter, gripped tightly while his other hand dove past the bump into his pants, and he’d deliriously mumbled about how huge he felt, and what a good dad Sneo had turned him into, letting the wave crash over him again and again and drag him into an undertow of disgust and condemnation that had him destroy the entire batch within his chassis in a mix of rage and grief.
Because none of that had been true. As painful as it was to admit, he had to emphasize that. He couldn’t get more attached than he already was.
… But the feeling never quite left. And every time he and Sneo made love (it wasn’t love it was instinct and desire and primal need but could he really call it love) - that thought would linger like a parasite in its own right.
I’m so big. I could have a baby. I could be a dad.
And now here it was. Once again. A viable egg, still sitting inside of him. Teaming with the potential for life. To take a whole clutch to term would be wildly risky, but a single egg? That was more reasonable, right? Wasn’t that how normal pregnancies worked already?
Come on, His conscience speaks. It’s already bad enough you let him fuck you again and again. But you haven’t gone so far off the deep end you’d pull a stunt like this, have you? It’s not a real baby. It’s-
“I mean… I’m warm. Almost too warm sometimes.”
… you’re joking.
“A-And I know the most about his species compared to anyone else! I could monitor it twenty-four-seven! Make sure it’s still progressing normally!”
Oh god you’re not joking.
“And if it does die or something goes wrong, surely I can just remove it again, right??”
Tenna leaned forward, gripping the countertop, taking a deep breath. He focused on himself in the mirror. “Okay, Ent? You sound insane. This is insane. You know what these are capable of. You-“ He swallowed, “This isn’t a baby - no matter h-how bad you want it to be.” And god he cursed his voice for cracking there. Talking to himself and somehow that was the worst part. The part that made him wince. His hand moved back, down to the open panel, gripping the door.
His reflection looked heartbroken, donning an appeasing smile, “But… if I’m the only one who knows him like this, surely I’m doing others a favor by taking full responsibility?”
He shook his head and glared back, “I don’t have to take responsibility for anything! My insides are insulated from fluid, not from bug bites!”
“I can just add more protein to my diet!! Call it a new trend! Watching my figure!”
“I’m a robot!! I can’t even gain-“ Tenna ground his teeth together, “No, this has gone far enough as is, this could kill me-“
“But listen-“
“I can barely hide the affair!! How am I supposed to hide a pregnancy??”
“Okay okay but-“ And his reflection holds up a finger, “Imagine how cute he would’ve looked as a baby.”
“…” Tenna drummed his fingers against the open chassis door. “… he probably looked so cute as a baby.”
“So cute-“
“And I really could just… probably terminate it, if something went wrong. It’s not like Sneo is running out of eggs anytime soon.”
“And folks have done far more extreme stuff for the sake of research!!”
He stared at himself for a long beat, still gripping the edge of his panel. “…” Finally, Tenna sighed, shaking his head, “No, no this is stupid. And dangerous. I’m putting my foot down. I’m taking this out-“
“Bawss, youse doin’ okay in there?”
The doorknob rattled.
Tenna froze, his screen turning a ghostly white.
Oh fuck I forgot to lock the door.
Acting on instinct, Tenna slammed the panel shut and turned around to see Mike poking their head into the bathroom, “Youse been takin’ a while in there -“
“FINE! Mike!” Tenna bared his teeth in a brilliant smile and tried to ignore the sweat pouring down his screen, “Just fine!! Just ah - spaced out for a bit! Relaxing work, egg preservation!!”
“Ohhhhh… is dat why youse were talkin’ to yourself?”
“……………………………………………………. Yes.”
“Oh dats alright then.” He then glanced at the eggs in the little bug carrier and pointed them out on the counter, “Youse want me to get those over to da lab?”
“O-oh! Yes, ah. Get them into incubation, set up a baby monitor for noises! I’ll go ahead and dispose of the duds.”
“Sure thing, bawss. I’m on it!” As they grabbed the container, they couldn’t help but comment, “Wow, got six of ‘em dis time? Gotta be a new record!”
Seven, actually. A thought Tenna refused to vocalize, already feeling like he might throw up on the spot. “Yep!! It's uh. Pretty impressive!! With how rough he was!”
Oh god that’s right, Sneo WAS rough. Did this mean no more bug dick till it was out? He really was sacrificing a lot for science.
“Well, I won’t keep ya. Go ahead and clean up, bawss.”
“Ahaha! Will do, Mike! Will do!!” With a wave of his hand, Mike was off, leaving Tenna alone in the bathroom. Shakily, he actually remembered to lock the door this time, then leaned his back against it. Sliding fully down to sit on the floor. One hand rose to feel his middle - still a bit tender from getting stretched and pounded earlier, but flat. Thin. He wondered idly how long that would last.
Was he really doing this?
Tenna shook his head, clenching the hand on his belly into a fist. From his angle on the floor, he gave his reflection one more awkward, strained smile.
I can remove it if something goes wrong. Just like before. It’s fine.
Tenna took a breath, mostly to assure himself and his creased brows back in the mirror.
“What’s the worst that could happen?”
💕🐞💕
It wasn’t the first time he’d woken back up to his wife being absent. He’d half woken earlier, when he’d gingerly pried off the bug’s claws so he could hobble off to the enclosure exit, hiking up his shorts and not even bothering with doing his belt or fly again, instead just forcing it to cling for dear life off that plump ass of his.
The bug was half tempted to lazily stretch and pounce on him again, just to be sure his eggs really took this time and to see if he could go hard enough that he couldn’t even wobble out of here. But a nap won out over that notion. And he got whiny in an annoying way if the bug pressed him while he was still tender. So it was that he’d found a cozy spot where the natural sunshine peeked through the open skylight, down through the artificial canopy, stretching out on his back to soak up some rays.
Sure, he couldn’t freely wander as much as he’d have liked, but the bug had quickly grown comfortable with captivity. No longer did the threat of another predator, far larger than even him, loom over his shoulder. Food was fresh and plentiful, and Tenna was always coming up with new ways to bring it to him to keep his mind sharp.
At least that’s what his wife told himself. Most of the ‘puzzles’ the bug could figure out in a minute or two, though he did always like the ones where the goal was to tear it apart to get to the treats inside. Those were fun. Nostalgic in a way. The more frustrating ones were the ones where he had to write something out for Tenna or make a statement using those stupid buttons he liked foisting on him. But they got a little more tolerable when he’d pretend to struggle out a squiggle of his face or mash on the ‘I love you’ combo until Tenna gave in and handed over another whole chicken for him to tear into.
Was it degrading, acting like he was dumber than he really was? Maybe. And maybe it would genuinely affect a being who could feel actual shame or embarrassment. Of course, they weren’t the ones getting free meat and pussy on demand and a safe roof over their head now, were they? As far as the bug was concerned, the big guy could test him all he wanted and come out with fewer answers and more questions for how he ticked. Long as he kept getting what he wanted, he’d put up with just about anything.
Except ice blocks. Fuck ice blocks. Fuck whoever thought of putting shit in an ice block and waiting for it to melt. It was good for summer and that was it.
Where was he? Ah, right, missing wife.
See, he’s woken up without Tenna in his arms before. That wasn’t new. Whatever his wife was up to outside of the enclosure kept him busy, and before long, he’d be back to check on the bug and make sure to check on his vitals and run some more of those little training exercises, perhaps even get a night cap after their earlier romp before handing off dinner and stumbling off again. So he’d find something else to do, be it scraping at trees to make patterns or settling in for another nap or three, confident it wouldn’t be the last time he saw his wife for the day.
That evening, one of his assistants darted in, dropped off his dinner, and ran back out the way he came.
No sign of Tenna.
…
Well it was one night. And it wasn’t like the bug was dependent on the guy or anything! His mites could deliver the food too. It was fine. As long as he was back tomorrow.
He wasn’t back tomorrow.
Or the next day.
Or the next.
Now, the bug was feeling anxious. Anxious? Why should he feel anxious about anything? He was top dog around here - the alpha - the rest of those mites didn’t have anything on him! So what if his mate was off somewhere else! Without him. Without saying anything to him. Mates came and went!! And this one hadn’t bitten his head off so he’d done a good job and where was she????
He paced his enclosure, sniffed the air, pressed himself tight against the observation window trying to see his big beautiful wife anywhere. Zilch. Nada. Zero. No sign of that beautiful silvery carapace or boxy head with those sexy antennae. He should have committed that ass to memory if it was the last time he’d see it!
It was almost noon, when the sun catching spot was at its best, and the bug was too wound up to enjoy it. He was climbing up the trees instead. Huffing deep breaths of the air, fluttering his wings to stir the current up. There had to be some inkling of her scent somewhere. She hadn’t just vanished on him!! He wasn’t… he wasn’t getting abandoned again, was he?
Wait - just for a second - a hint of that strong, metallic scent, coming from -
“Sneo? Where are you big guy?”
The scent got stronger as the side entrance slid open and his antennae swiveled towards it. He climbed his way along the canopy to look, a chitter bubbling up his throat when he laid eyes on Tenna. He had a hefty bag in one hand, the other resting over his lean stomach. That much got a huff of disappointment (he never seemed to keep those around) but it was no matter. A trill still echoed quickly from the treetops, darting from canopy to canopy with a low glide, then pouncing at his wife, fully ready to make up for lost time while the day was still young.
Tenna’s head whipped to the sound, his screen flashing, a gasp leaving his throat.
What usually happened was the bug quickly pinning his wife down, rutting into her like there was no tomorrow as she laid down and took every inch. Moaning like she was in heat, the perfect little breeding hen.
What he did not expect was Tenna to very suddenly drop the bag and roundhouse kick him directly in the face, sending his momentum to scatter across the detritus of his enclosure, legs up and cock still twitching in now confused arousal.
Even Tenna seemed to realize this was overkill, landing back on both feet to hurry to the big guy, “Oh my god! I’m so, so so sorry Sneo! I was - you startled me!!”
The bug blinked back at him in utter bewilderment.
What in the hell was THAT about?? Even rammed to the hilt, Tenna had never once even smacked him, let alone given enough of a haymaker to rattle his limited brains in its head case. It wasn’t like her to be so… dominant.
… how did he get that to happen again?
Tenna finished checking over his face, angling it from one way or another, and let out a sigh of relief, “Phew, no cracks or anything. Though uh… sorry!! Your jaw might be a little sore...” He rubbed his jawline down to his chin, earning a lower chirp from the bug. “I promise that won’t be a regular thing. Hopefully…”
What if I want it to be?? The bug thought, and blinked all six eyes cutely at Tenna. Unfortunately, the robot had quickly moved on, moving off of the bug to instead grab the bag again, trotting back over to him and going to kneel by his head, “I guess it’s a good thing I brought treats then! I just had to take a few sick days, nothing to worry about! Buuut, I got one of your faaaaavorites just to make it up to you!”
One of his favorites?? That certainly got the bugs attention enough to fully lean over so he could stick his head directly in the bag. His wings fluttered, and he emerged with a trill in his throat and a fresh eel clutched between his hand-like pedipalps, munching on it with a little more patience then he’d normally give his food. It half stuck out of his mouth like a stogie as he nibbled, savoring the taste with a content purr.
Tenna gave a little happy tremble of his own, rubbing all over the bug’s head, “You’re so lucky you’re cute enough to find electric eels for, big guy!! You just make the cutest little face!”
“Chirrrr… chiiirrrrrrr~”
Don’t get the bug wrong. He hardly misses home these days. The space and open skies, sometimes he longed for. But he was perfectly content to be here, luxuriating, having his needs met and then some. And yet, he did appreciate these little tastes of home. Enjoying how biting into the central nervous system gave his brain a little jolt, enough to make his hair briefly stand on end. It was as comforting as finding an old candy from childhood again. He couldn’t help but purr, leaning into Tenna’s touch while he ate.
Tenna’s expression softened, and again, he rested one hand over his stomach, his voice coming out oddly quiet as he cupped the bug’s chin.
“I wonder if they’ll make that face too…”
The bug looked over, tilting his head. Who was he talking about?
Realizing the bug was looking at him got Tenna to sit up a bit, screen turning brighter, and move his hands up and away with a laugh, “I-I mean, I’m… I’m wondering if you’d make that face too, if I got another kind of eel! Or if it’s ah… just electric you really like, that’s all…”
That definitely wasn’t all. Tenna was hiding something. He still went back to palming his stomach, using his free hand to grab another eel from the bag with that awkward, appeasing look on his face. It reminded the bug of every time they had to clean his enclosure and needed to shuffle him off to a cramped little holding room for up to hours before letting him back in to stretch his legs, or when he’d get held down for an examination, head cupped so he could just focus on Tenna.
”Don’t worry big guy, it’ll be over in a jiffy!”
But it was never over ‘in a jiffy’. It’d usually be a few hours at best before, during and after of Tenna acting weird and nervous and cagey. And if the bug were a more emotionally mature being, perhaps he would’ve been concerned with how weird Tenna was acting. What did he have to worry about though? Tenna was back again, feeding him a favorite. Clearly wasn’t going anywhere.
“Listen, Sneo?” Tenna cupped beneath his chin, thumbs stroking along where his pedipalps moved more slippery goodness down his throat. “Nod if you’re listening?”
The bug pulled a little more eel into his maw, nodding slowly.
Tenna took a breath, “I’m… I’m going to be checking in, of course, but… I might be a little preoccupied for a bit!” When the bug blinked, Tenna bit his lip, “Right, shorter words- I’m uh. I'm going to be busy. So I might not have as much free time for our uh… usual. Activities.”
The bug’s eyes widened a touch, half choking on the rest of the eel. He craned his head back, gulping twice and thumping on his chest till it was going down correctly. Again, he wasn’t as dumb as Tenna might have assumed. He knew what preoccupied meant. Which also means he knew what Tenna implied with ‘activities’ said in bold undertones. He worked back onto his haunches, the shape of his cock still dragging against the detritus, and nuzzled beneath Tenna’s chin with a low whine.
“Ohhhh…” The robot gave a little whine of his own, hugging around the big lug’s big head, “Oh buddy! You know I’m going to miss you too!! Don’t give me that faaaace!” And he cupped the bug’s cheeks, “Look, it’s only for a little bit!! You know I hate it as much as you do but it’s with good reason!”
Can’t have that good a reason! If he could sit and chitchat now, he surely had time to commune with his mate. She’d clearly cleaned up since the last time too, so he’d be primed and ready to take the bug in a heartbeat!… At least, he looked all cleaned up and nice again. But now that he was sitting right next to Tenna, something odd had caught the bug’s attention.
He tilted his head back, sniffing at the underside of Tenna’s chin, across his chest, and along his shoulders and down - antennae twitching and horn-like nose perked up, trying to get a decent track of the smell. This got Tenna to turn red like a Christmas tree bulb, half pinned down by the bug’s hand on his lap, “Oh wow! You’re feeling forward for snuggles today, aren’t you?”
The bug squinted its six eyes and he crept ever closer, sniffing along Tenna’s chassis. Tenna even giggled a little as his antennae brushed over his stomach, lightly nudging at his head, “C-careful! I’m ticklish there!!”
With furrowed brows, the bug sat back, tilting his head left and right.
“Everything up to code there, big guy?” Tenna smiled back at him.
Why do you still smell like me?
The bug couldn’t ask that directly. In spite of Tenna’s desire to hook him on phonics and get him to occasionally hold a pen for treats, their language barrier stayed strong. Mostly out of pure laziness on the bug’s part. Why should he have to learn a thing when he could still get whatever he wanted with a cute face and a well timed button press? Talking was hard and made his throat hurt compared to just chirping. Yet there was a small pang of regret in these moments where he had something to ask he couldn’t just say through chirps and buzzes. Tenna was usually so thorough in cleaning the mess the bug left inside, it was frustrating. So the fact that the mate had suddenly gotten busy AND was slipping up there?
Well. Like most aspects of Tenna, it was really doing something for him.
The bug leaned back in with a chirp and a fanning of his wings, opening his mouth for a lower trill. Tenna stiffened briefly, looking… unusually hesitant. Her own antennae dipped backwards and he bit at his lower lip, “Oh, uh… You’re very forward, huh?” There was that slight crease in his casing, a nervous flick of the head towards the observation window, sighing when he saw it was still closed - yet to reopen again for lunch after he’d anxiously been pressing himself against the plexiglas. Looking back, Tenna swallowed, “Okay, just… just kissing. Okay?”
Bold of the robot to think he’d wait for permission. The last question mark hadn’t even left his lips before the bug was pressing theirs together, taking great pleasure in pushing his long proboscis tongue down his mate’s throat. Tenna let out a deep groan, his fingernails digging into the carapace of the bug’s biceps. From the way he leaned back into the bug, it was apparent just how desperate the guy was for this. It got a wider grin to creep along the bug’s face, gripping around his chest while his larger arms braced Tenna’s back, squeezing the robot between both grips as he explored every inch of his throat.
His screen grew more and more flushed, his thighs shifting, grinding against each other. The scent of his sweet nectar like blood in the water to the bug’s senses, overpowering his own pheromones wafting from the overheating vents of his wife. He knelt forward, bracing the scythes against the ground to rest on the knuckle, sending Tenna tumbling back with a sudden pallor to his screen. “Waiht! Dun buh!!” He yelped, with the bug’s tongue still lodged down his esophagus.
Cute, but nah. You’re drenched for me. I should put more of my scent in for good measure. Is what the bug thought, as he readied his eager cock, reaching for the robot’s shorts. He could already make out the damp line where she’d begun to leak, and frankly after three days without, his wife could stand to make up for some lost time.
A thought cut quickly at the pass when Tenna grimaced, then bit down hard on the bug’s tongue.
Pain and confusion once more lanced through the bug as he drew back quickly, all six eyes wide on Tenna, who coughed, hand over his mouth. He turned to the bug and glowered, frame creasing, and suddenly the bug was the one who felt hunted, pinned when Tenna shifted positions to pin him down by his slender waist, “When I say just kissing it means we’re only kissing! Bad bug!! You need to listen to me when I tell you something!”
Okay what the hell was going on??? Why was he acting so damn weird??? Hadn’t… hadn’t he been doing a good job? His antenna set back flat on his head and the bug drew inwards to make himself small - an impressive feat for something bordering on twenty feet tall. He really had no clue why Tenna was so moody, aggressive, why he smelled like him, and why he was clearly hungry for his cock but keeping the bug from -
…
Wait what.
No that. That can’t be it, could it? He’d learned the hard way the first time he’d rutted with Tenna, expecting to watch the results of his conquest take root, only to find the robot slender and a little sore, but mostly pristine the next time he witnessed him. Tenna was very good at getting rid of his spawn, each and every time he bred him stupid. A frustration the bug had come to both understand and deal with given enough time.
And yet…
Tenna eyed the bug, from his tongue still sticking out to let the bite cool to the still throbbing shaft poking out of the bug’s slit. His expression relaxed, and a sigh pulled from his case. He reached down, pressing on the bug’s hip, making him stay sitting down, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get so mad. I… I want this to work. I need this to work. And I guess I wasn’t clear enough before.” His massive hand gripped around the base of the bug’s cock and he jolted at the sudden forwardness, every eye shooting open impossibly wide as his mate straddled just his abdomen, “There’ll be no penetrating me until I say so.”
“Chhhriiiii???”
The bug hissed as Tenna pumped his dick, catching some of the pre on his glove to slick against his pulsing rod. He worked quickly, rapidly jerking off the huge bug at speeds the specimen had never seen from his mate before, all while thrusting her own hips against the smooth plating of his abdomen. Trying to get the both of them to cum as quickly as possible. It usually took forever for the bug to actually get a load off into the eager CRT, even when he was fully ready to take every inch, ability to walk tomorrow be damned. Now, he was just so startled, confused and unprepared that he could feel himself close to cumming after only a minute or two of the robot working his shaft. Any thoughts he’d been having before were abandoned by the wayside, and any attempts to reach for Tenna, pull him to plant that warm, wet snatch atop his cock were smacked away so he could keep him pinned.
And god, god it was hot. It was so hot. Never before had the robot been so… forceful with him. It was as alarming as it was deeply erotic, leaving the bug panting through gritted teeth, leaning back further and further to strain into his touch. Every groove of his cold, chitinous fingers grinding so delectably on his cock, even through the soft gloves. Kicking him, biting him, pushing him down and around - it was entirely unexpected, and if it were anyone else, the bug would likely pay them back in kind. But seeing it exploding out of his smaller, meeker wife?? When before he would lie back and take whatever was given?
That was tantalizing. It smelled like a challenge.
Maybe he’d really get his head bitten off by the end, but he was curious now, wanting to see how far he could push his luck, what else Tenna might do to… to… oh fuck!
With a loud hiss, the bug’s dick jerked and splattered across his carapace with streaks of blue-green cum, and he lolled his head back to take deep breaths against the detritus floor. Tenna too seemed out of breath, moving one leg off to get to an unsteady stand. He wobbled like a newborn deer over to the bug’s head, taking a calming breath. He knelt by the bug, hugging around his skull, “I swear this will make sense eventually. Just… bear with me for now?”
Tenna underestimated how smart the bug was. The post nut clarity was hitting, but he didn’t get up. He trailed his eyes after Tenna as he got up, grabbing the remaining eels along the way to set into his feeding area. With the smell of his own attraction clinging to his shorts, it almost blocked out that faint aroma coming from his middle, but with a fresh sample to compare it to splattered across his chest, the bug could only come to one conclusion. Everything funny leading to that point clicked together, leaving no room for doubt.
Tenna…
Was really going to eat him this time.
He’d finally realized who the real alpha between them was and was just nice enough to give the bug some breathing room before he got whatever else he wanted from him! That explained everything!! Of course!! There could be no other possible option!!
Well besides him somehow forgetting an egg in there, but cmon. His wife was at least a little smart. And he’d never missed one before.
No, he was definitely getting his head bitten off. Tenna wasn’t that stupid.