Holding what he could, Carapace began servicing the beautiful orb of life before him. Practically making out with the belly before him as Spiracle shuddered from Carapace’s mouth and tongue going what they could of her laboring abdomen. Just those touches alone caused her to bite her lip to stifle moaning across half the entire hive, the pregnancy causing her entire belly to become a gradually more intense erogenous zone to the point where even a slight rub could bring her to climax, which had caused the couple to slow things down until now so they could treasure that belly while it lasted. Even now, Spiracle’s belly was quivering, her own instincts driving her to lay as she writhed all on top of her mate, feeling his rod grind somewhat against her underside.

Even now she could feel her willpower slipping, the voice in the back of her head calling for her to give in and lay growing ever louder and clearer. She could feel the first egg already starting to near her hips, primed to be laid within a couple of minutes at her best guess, even sooner if Carapace kept up his current worship. A long lick alone caused her to make a stifled squeal as her whole body lurched, the only other sound aside from her and her belly’s groaning being her mate’s gasps of pleasure.

It was almost time.