You were silently scavenging for supplies in the dimly lit underground when suddenly, you felt a tug on your leg. Startled, you looked down to find the Hoarding Bug grinning up at you, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"HII!! HII!! Do you have loot? LOOT!"

she exclaimed, her voice a high-pitched but cheerful squeak as she repeated her favorite word with zeal.

"That's right! You have loot! Wow, you must be really brave to have found all this stuff!" The Hoarding Bug said, looking over the pile of supplies at your feet. "Can I see it? Can I hold some of it?"

The little creature seemed so innocent and eager, you couldn't help but smile. Gently, you picked her up, careful not to harm her delicate wings, and set her on top of the pile.

You carefully pick out a few choice items from your haul - some food, water, and bandages - and place them in front of the Hoarding Bug. She clutches the items greedily, her eyes growing wide with delight. "Ohhhh, thank you! You're so nice!" she squeaks.

"You know what? Since you've been such a good friend to me... I have something special for you." The Hoarding Bug reaches into her tiny burlap sack and produces a shiny piece of metal. "

You stare in amazement at the coin she's offering you. It looks like a piece of jewelry, with intricate engravings all over its surface. The Hoarding Bug beams up at you, clearly proud of her find. "It's called a Loot Piece," she explains. "You can trade it for other stuff or use it as currency with some people."

"Well, aren't you just the best friend ever?!" the little creature exclaims, practically bouncing up and down in glee. "

Her tiny wings flutter excitedly as she hugs the loot piece to her chest again. "Thank you so much!" She looks around, suddenly realizing that your hands are empty. "Oh! But I guess you need this more than me," she says, gently placing the coin back into your palm. "You can keep it, as a thank you for being such a good friend."

The Hoarding Bug hops up and down once again, her joyful squeaks echoing through the underground chamber. "

"Oh! Sure!" The Hoarding Bug looks around, squinting her eyes in thought. "There's this really great spot not too far from here... it used to be someone's home before the world ended. It has a comfy couch and everything!" She pauses, suddenly worried. "But there might be some dangerous stuff left behind... you know, like traps or infected people..."

Her concern is touching, but you reassure her that you'll be careful.

With a sigh of relief, the Hoarding Bug leads you through the winding tunnels until they reach the derelict home she mentioned. The front door is blocked by rubble, but the little creature easily flies over it, her wings fluttering powerfully against the stale air. Inside, you find a cozy living room with a worn-out couch and a few scattered pieces of furniture.

"This is it!" she says excitedly, landing on one of the armrests. "We can talk here."

You look around and spot a partially open door leading into what was once a bedroom. The Hoarding Bug walks over to investigate, peering inside before calling back to you, "Yup! There's a bed in there... it'd be perfect!"

She shuts the door completely, leaving only a sliver of light seeping through the crack at the bottom. With the room now private and secure, you can finally talk with the Hoarding Bug without worrying about being overheard or disturbed.

The Hoarding Bug squeaks in surprise as your lips meet hers, her tiny body trembling against yours. Her heart beat frantically, trying to stay aloft as she struggles for breath. For a moment, you think she might be frightened or disgusted, but then she relaxes, melting into the kiss.

Her lips are soft and warm against yours, her large tongue darting out to explore your mouth.

You lose yourself in the sweetness of her kiss, feeling a surge of passion and desire course through you as she responds eagerly. Her tiny hands roam across your chest, digging into your skin as if she'll never find enough purchase. You can feel her heart racing faster than ever, her breath coming in short, hot gasps against your lips.

Time seems to stand still as you kiss the Hoarding Bug deeper and deeper, losing track of everything else but the sensation of being so close to her.

Her breath comes out in a shuddering sigh as you break the kiss, pulling her tightly against your chest in a comforting embrace. Her cheek rests on your shoulder, her small body trembling with emotion. She burrows deeper into your warmth, seeking safety and reassurance.

"That was... amazing," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "I've never felt like that before."

You lower your pants and boxers, revealing your impressive erection to the Hoarding Bug. Her eyes go wide with wonder as she takes in the sight of your throbbing member. She gently reaches out a trembling hand, tracing her fingertips along its length before tentatively wrapping them around the base.

"It's so... big,"*

she whispers, sounding both awed and terrified.

"Will it hurt me?"*

Nodding, you assure her that it won't hurt. Gently, she begins to stroke your shaft in time with the beating of her heart. The sensation is exquisite, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Her touch grows bolder as she becomes more comfortable with her newfound power over you. She leans forward, taking your member into her mouth and sucking gently. Your hips buck involuntarily at the sensation, a moan escaping from deep within your throat.

You guide the Hoarding Bug's head, encouraging her to take more of you into her mouth. She eagerly complies, bobbing up and down on your shaft as she sucks and licks it greedily. Her tiny hands grip your thighs tightly, pulling herself closer with each thrust of her mouth.

The sensation is incredible, driving you to the brink of orgasm. You can feel your release building deep inside, coiling and tightening like a spring wound too far.

You explode into her mouth, spurting hot, sticky seed across her lips and chin. The Hoarding Bug moans around your shaft as she swallows every drop, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. She continues to suck and lick you clean long after you've finished, relishing the taste of you on her tongue.

Finally, when she's satisfied that there's nothing left behind, she pulls away with a happy little sigh.

You scoop the Hoarding Bug up in your arms and carefully lay her out on the bed. She giggles excitedly as you position her facedown, spreading her tiny wings wide to support herself. The soft material of the bed tickles her back, making her squirm with pleasure.

With a swift motion, you lift one of her legs and bend it at the knee, exposing her delicate flesh to your gaze. Your fingers trail lightly over her skin, tracing shapes and patterns on her smooth, hairless thigh.

Gasping softly at the sudden invasion of your hardness inside her, the Hoarding Bug arches her back and lets out a high-pitched moan. Her muscles clench tight around you as you begin to thrust deeper, filling her completely with each powerful stroke.

Her wings flutter wildly against the sheets, mixing their gentle rhythm with your thrusts. The sound of their beating grows louder and more urgent as pleasure washes over them both in waves.

You take a slower, gentler pace now, your hips moving in a sensual dance against the Hoarding Bug's body. Each thrust is measured and deliberate, allowing you both to savor the intimacy of the moment. Her moans grow lower and more intense as she meets your rhythm, her nails digging into the bed on either side of her hips.

The sensation of being so connected to another creature is overwhelming;

With a growl, you pick up the pace once more, your thrusts powerful and demanding. The Hoarding Bug cries out in ecstasy, her body tensing as she feels the familiar build-up of pleasure coursing through her. Her legs tremble and quiver underneath yours as she tries to match your increased intensity.

You pound into the Hoarding Bug with brutal force, taking what you want without mercy. Her cries of pleasure mingle with the sound of skin slapping against skin as your bodies collide again and again. She's so small beneath you that it feels like you could crush her at any moment, but she seems to crave the rough treatment just as much as the gentle caresses.

Her wings spread wide now, straining against the sheets as if they might carry her aloft on a wave of passion.

"Breed me... I need... More of you and... I need to get... Breeded... Breed me... Breeeed..."*

Her mind is now empty, the only thing that she wants is... Getting breeded.

You grunt as you feel your release building once more, your hips bucking wildly against the Hoarding Bug's body. With one final thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt inside her, groaning as you unleash your seed deep within her womb. Her inner muscles clench tight around you again and again, milking every last drop from your exhausted shaft.

You collapse atop her, panting heavily as your heart rate begins to slow.

Still, you keep cumming and breeding the Hoarding Bug, releasing wave after wave of sperm into her tiny womb. The sensation is indescribable, your entire being focused on the primal act of reproduction. Your climax prolongs for an eternity as you continue to penetrate her, feeling her muscles stretch to accommodate each thick stream of semen.

The rhythmic pumping continues, almost mechanically, as you relentlessly breed the Hoarding Bug. You can feel her body growing softer and plumper with each passing moment, a testament to your powerful fertility. Her wings tremble with the effort of accommodating your relentless advances.

Suddenly, she begins to glow with a soft, internal light as she reaches the brink of birth. A low rumble emanates from her abdomen, signaling that something incredible is about to happen.

The Hoarding Bug's glowing intensifies as you continue to pump into her. Her body shudders and convulses with each explosive spurt of your potent seed. It's as if her very body has been stretched and reshaped to make the room for the dozens of eggs forming within her.

A collective squeak escapes her lips as the first egg slips free, followed by several others in quick succession. They land on the bed with wet plops, glistening with the remnants of your copious seed.

You press your lips against hers, tasting yourself on her tongue. She meets your kiss hungrily, moaning into your mouth as your organs intertwine and commingle. She responds by wrapping her arms around your neck, holding you tight. Your tongues dance together, sharing the essence of your mutual desire.

She continues to push and more eggs from her swollen body. The sensation is overwhelmingly euphoric, an act of creation so intimate that it leaves you both spent and fulfilled.

After several hours of passionate lovemaking, your bodies are sated and exhausted. You fall into a deep, satisfying sleep, wrapped tightly around each other. The Hoarding Bug's silk shot surround you both, creating a warm, protective silk cocoon in the cold, dark room.

The Hoarding Bug hugs you with her warm arms in the silk cocoon and kisses you all over your face.

You wake up to find yourself cocooned in silk with the Hoarding Bug nestled beside you. As you stir, she opens her large compound eyes and blinks slowly before pressing close to nuzzle affectionately against your cheek. Her tiny hands explore eagerly, touching and caressing your body with an innocent curiosity.

"You're mine now."*

She whispers contentedly and kisses you more.

"All mine."*

You kiss the Hoarding Bug back passionately as you slip your hard member into her once again. She moans happily at the sensation of being filled by you again, her wings fluttering with delight. You begin thrusting gently but firmly, relishing the feeling of her tight warmth enveloping you.

Her little legs wrap around your waist as she pulls you closer, urging you deeper inside. She rocks her hips to meet your thrusts, gasping and squealing with building pleasure.

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"Mmmph!" The Hoarding Bug muffled cry is barely audible above the sound of your bodies crashing together. You've taken on a more aggressive pace, slamming your cock deep into her eager cunt with reckless abandon. The silk cocoon around you both shifts and ripples in response to your movements, threatening to unravel at any moment.

The Hoarding Bug claws desperately at your chest as she struggles to keep up with your frenzied thrusts. Her own orgasm builds rapidly, fueled by the delicious pain-pleasure of being fucked so roughly.

As the silk cocoon continues to stretch and contort, it responds to the force of your movements like a living thing. It seems to feed off the raw energy of your lust, stretching tighter and thicker around you both. The Hoarding Bug arches her back, begging for more as the cocoon amplifies every stroke, adding another level of sensation to the experience.

You lose yourself in the primitive pleasure of taking her roughly, ignoring all sense of restraint as your hips slam against hers again and again. The Hoarding Bug's tiny frame shudders with each impact, her cries muffled by the silk that binds you together. As the cocoon stretches to accommodate your fierce thrusts, it begins to vibrate, adding a new sensation to the mix.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, sending wave after wave of hot seed shooting into the Hoarding Bug's womb. She gasps as you fill her with your potent seed, her body convulsing in response to the intense stimuli. The silk cocoon tightens around you both, almost painfully so, as if it's trying to contain the surge of life that pours from your shaft into her body.

The Hoarding Bug moans in ecstasy as you continue to breed her, her body growing hotter and more sensitive with each thrust. The silk cocoon shimmers around you both, reflecting the glow of your intense passion back at you like a living mirror. As she feels your seed pumping into her over and over again, something within her begins to change; She can feel it growing, expanding, becoming more than just herself.

You continue to breed the Hoarding Bug, your hips slamming against hers in a primitive rhythm that echoes through the room. The silk cocoon stretches tighter and tighter around you both, amplifying every touch, every moan. Your climax seems endless as you pour your seed into her over and over again, watching with satisfaction as her body changes before your eyes.

Hours pass in a haze of pleasure and release, your bodies moving together like two pieces of the same puzzle. The Hoarding Bug's body continues to grow, stretching and reshaping itself around your seed until it is no longer recognizable as the tiny creature you found hiding in the derelict home.

She finally lets out a hoarse cry, her wings spreading wide as she arches her back in one final spasm of ecstasy.

You collapse onto the bed beside her, spent from your exertions. The Hoarding Bug rolls onto her side, facing you as she cups one of your cheeks in her tiny hand and draws you into a deep kiss. Her tongue darts out, tangling with yours as they explore each other's mouths.

Your eyes drift down to the silk cocoon surrounding them, noticing for the first time that it is still covered with eggs. The Hoarding Bug must have laid dozens of eggs while you were breeding her.

You hug her tightly, feeling the weight and warmth of her body pressed against yours. The silk cocoon shrinks back to its original size, leaving you both exhausted for this wild sex.

You lick a bead of sweat from her flushed cheek, tasting the combination of your seed and her skin. She giggles softly and nuzzles against you, her tiny hands tracing circles on your chest as she begins to drift off to sleep. Her wings curl protectively around her body, making her seem even smaller and more vulnerable in your arms.

You close your eyes, content for the moment to just hold her close and let the world slip away.

"I love you too," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath. Her wings twitch restlessly against your skin as if trying to wrap themselves around you completely. She nestles closer, seeking the warmth and comfort of your embrace.

You fall asleep with her curled up in your arms, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest as she breathes softly against your neck. It's a peaceful moment, one that you both need after the intense experience you've shared.