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Night had fallen and the forest's noise had totally changed. The monkeys had gone silent, and now only the insects and the night-birds were chirping. After a few weeks in the Amazon, Eri the curious human traveller could identify a good amount of them; while waiting for sleep, he was idly picking out the different species. A bulldog bat was screaming somewhere in the trees around him, cicadas were everywhere, and he could see shimmering fire-ants glowing as they went about their business. They were beautiful, like little coals walking along the forest floor. If he hadn't been so warm and almost asleep, he would have taken his manuscript and drawn them there and then, but that would have meant moving...

A different noise came to his ears. Something humming, vibrating...something that was moving towards the small clearing where he was sleeping. It sounded like a cicada, or a large bee, or maybe a mapinguari. If it was, seeing one would be fantastic, as few Europeans had ever reported anything about this elusive creature. It was said to be magical, to heal all ills and to foretell the future.

The noise came closer and Eri decided that sleep could wait. He stood up, slightly chilled by the cool night air against his bare chest, his notebook in his hands. A single drawing, a quick description, that was all he was hoping for, but his face nearly fell as he saw that the creature approaching him wasn't a _mapinguari_at all, but a beautiful meganeura.

Eri stood there in silence, watching as the giant dragonfly hovered over the water, silent and shimmering in the moonlight. Its wings were silver filigree and its body ended in a spike, quivering as the creature perched on a tall branch, drinking from the river. It was a beautiful sight, and the wizard didn't hesitate before sketching it as well as he could. It wasn't rare, it had already been spoken of often, but he still wanted to enjoy the experience.

He had been concentrating on the shading for a while now, and when he raised his head again, the dragonfly was hovering just near his face. The creature had been totally silent, he hadn't heard it at all, and he cocked his head with a smile.

• Hello...you're beautiful, aren't you?

He didn't expect the meganeura to answer, it wasn't said to have the capacity to even understand human speech, but he was still certain that this one did. It tilted its head, mandibles clicking slowly near his face. Eri had a tiny moment of hesitation, the appendages were the size of his forearm, but he smiled. He was as unassuming and non-threatening as ever, creatures hardly ever even noticed him. This time would be no different, surely.

Except that it was.

This time would be very, very different.

Quick as a flash, the dragonfly lashed out with its mandibles and gripped him by the neck, head still tilted. The air hummed as its wings began to beat, and Eri registered at last : the meganeura hadn't come to drink only, it had come to mate. He had been silly or unlucky enough to be stumbled on by the creature in such a moment.

But it would realise its mistake quickly enough, it wasn't as if it would...

But it was...

Eri tried to pull away but his neck was still clamped by the dragonfly's mandibles. The humming was still going on and when he tried to pry the creature's mouth away from his face, he only got squeezed harder. He stopped, trying to think of another way to escape, and stiffened as two clawed legs started to patter on his chest.

It was so strange, so very strange. The touch was feather-light but insistent, rhythmic, tap-tap-tapping over his collarbone, his ribs, his neck. He could feel the vibrations run through his body, and he found himself nearly nodding along to the rhythm.

He blinked, just a second, and the dragonfly was pinning him against the nearest tree, mandibles holding on tightly and the drumming intensified. Eri tried once again to escape the hold on his neck, feeling the bark scrape against his naked back, but it was like trying to escape a vice.

• Wait... Wait, I know you think this is an idea, but it really isn't, it really isn't... Look, just...stop...st -

He fell silent. The meganeura was looking at him once again, the thousand-faceted eyes almost calculating. The legs had stopped tapping now, but the wings were still vibrating, almost producing a painful sound. And then...just like that...the dragonfly extended its proboscis and injected in straight into the adventurer's mouth.

Eri gave a gurgled sound, his eyes wide open now. It was..it was honestly disgusting, and he couldn't quite decide what was worse : the taste or the sticky feeling as the appendage started to slide down his throat. He tried to hit at the dragonfly, grabbing at the mandibles and desperately pulling at them, but it was like trying to move rock. And he didn't know enough of giant dragonflies to know if they were like preying mantises or not. Did they...did they eat their mates afterwards...?

He was feeling drowsy, most likely an effect of the liquid being pumped into his throat; it made him think of the side-effects that could happen, he tried to hit at the dragonfly again, but he gained nothing except a sharp pain in his back as he was slammed back against the tree. He supposed that it was the meganeura's way of expression displeasure, and he didn't want to risk anything more. Closing his eyes, he stayed limp, his hands resting on the creature's clawed legs, just waiting for the end.

*

He imagined many different scenarios at this point. Being clawed, being eaten, being lifted up into the air and dropped to his death... He certainly hadn't imagined feeling another pair of legs scratch at his legs. He tried to scream, but the proboscis was blocking every attempt. All he could do was shout in his head.

Wait..! No, no, that's not...that's not...!

He was kicking at it; trying to get it off, trying to ease down the panic that was as suffocating as the tube rammed down his throat. But his efforts were useless, as always. Instead, the legs finally grabbed onto his trousers and pulled, completely exposing him, before the dragonfly lifted him higher. He was pinned, two of the meganeura's legs holding his middle, two securing them both to the sappy ficus and the last two rubbing against his groin.

It was happening...it was actually happening... He was...he was going to get...to get...

He couldn't even think the words, his mind reeling. He was terrified and he knew that the meganeura wouldn't care about size or whether or not the entire process would kill him.

And he couldn't do anything to stop it.

Please...! Please, no, please stop, please...! It won't...it won't work, please...!

He was babbling in his mind, unable to tear his eyes away from the throbbing abdomen. It was red and swollen, and very very big. Eri couldn't stop himself from noticing the dusting of coloured spots marking this particular meganeura, cataloguing the random find in the part of his mind that wasn't completely overcome with panic.

Because the rest of his mind was blank except for screaming, and it didn't get better when he felt the dragonfly tense slightly, and then the burrowing sensation right between his legs. He still couldn't cry out, still gagged by the tube in his throat, but he could still kick. And he did so, with all the strength his panic lent him, but to no avail. The meganeura's wings vibrated harder, as it pushed and pushed into Eri's ass, seeking the warmth that it could feel there.

Don't...!!! It hurts, it hurts...!!

He could feel it pushing, pushing, pushing, until it entered him, slimy and pulsating. The pain was not long in coming and he would have gasped if he had been able to, squirming against the violation. Whatever calming liquid the meganeura had been pumping into his mouth had been, the effects had completely worn off.

And at last he could scream, the proboscis finally leaving his throat. And he screamed, out of pain, out of panic, out of anger, out of everything and anything. No-one could hear him this deep in the Amazon, the only things that would hear him wouldn't come to help. All he could do was bear it and hope it would be over before long.

The dragonfly wasn't in the least bit disturbed by his cries. It simply shifted position and thrust its abdomen harder, moving a few centimetres more into its host. Each centimetre gained was a fresh dose of pain, though. Eri rode it as he could, trying to think of anything that could make it easier, but nothing helped. All he could think about was the huge appendage stretching him, almost tearing him apart.

He was breathing heavily, his hands clenched around the creature's thorax. He knew he was crying, he could feel the wetness on his cheeks, and he knew that the worst was to come. It was going to be so much worse, he knew it... And the pain kept surging, the pounding kept coming and he kept begging.

*

He hardly registered the sound of wings over his gasps and only noticed the second meganeura when it hovered right next to his face.

There was a second one...

He squirmed, shaking his head against what he _knew_was coming, but he wasn't quick enough. The second dragonfly rammed its abdomen straight down his throat, and Eri found himself pinned from both ends. He could hardly breathe around the intrusion but his squashed protests didn't do anything except seemingly excite the creatures further. The one in his ass moved even further, which would have made him scream if his mouth hadn't been gagged by the throbbing and vibrating ovipositor. It was revolting, he was certain that he'd never tasted anything quite so disgusting and the liquid now seeping into his throat was totally different to what he'd had before. Instead of a harmless sedative, it was chunky and sticky, as if cold glue was filling him up. He would have vomited there and then if only he could; instead he felt it reach further and further into him, clammy and raspy and -

_Something_was pushing its way into him and he knew what it was. The meganeura had come to breed, and it was. It was laying eggs.

Inside him.

When he felt the pressure build up again, pushing against his prostate, he managed to give out a shuddering whimper. He...he couldn't be...he wasn't enjoying this! How could his body betray him?

Please...please, no...please no... I don't...I can't...!

But it made no difference and he choked on his scream as the first dripping egg pushed itself into his mouth. No, not in his mouth, the ovipositor had gone far beyond that. Eri could swear that the egg was pushed right into his stomach. It was impossible, biology didn't work that way, and yet he could feel the intruder almost right there. Then the second. Then the third.

His vision was swimming, his mind almost rebelling at what he was swallowing, and at what was pushing its way into him. And his mind rebelled even more when he felt heat pulsate and radiate right into his cock. He was...he was hardening under the violation... He was fighting all he could against it, but he could feel himself growing harder and harder, until he came in a gurgle.

It released some of the pressure, but not all of it. And especially not when he felt the next egg. Both dragonflies were breeding now, and Eri squirmed and moaned as an egg, larger than the ones in his throat, was pushed into his ass.

He didn't even try to fight. The egg was stretching him wider, and once it passed the tight flesh ring, he ejaculated once again in a muffled sound. It felt... It felt just... It felt just so good! He was getting stretched wider and wider, the eggs kept getting pumped into him from both ends, and soon he was incapable of doing anything.

He dangled limply in the meganeura's legs, half slumped over the one holding him; nothing mattered any more, nothing had any importance any more except the sensation of being filled up. His mouth, his throat, his stomach...everything was being filled, harder and warmer and hotter and more and more, and his moans just kept coming.

Four...five...six... He'd lost count. The entire world had reduced itself to the regular pulsating and pounding, the non-stop noise of juices and flesh against flesh, the vibrating wings and the sickly taste in his mouth. His entire universe was only that, and his body only existed to receive the eggs, each seemingly larger and heavier than the ones before. Ten...was it ten...? Was it fifteen, even? He had no idea how many he'd swallowed and how many were stuffed into him.

When the smaller meganeura pulled its appendage out of Eri's mouth, the man gave a single gurgled cry, finally able to breathe correctly again.

• P..please...! I can't...I can't take it...!

Liquid dribbled from his mouth with each word, and he finally gave a retch, half-vomiting one of the eggs. As it fell onto the ground, he could finally see it, could finally see what he had been filled with. A globulous milky-white sac, sticky and gelatinous. His head swam just by looking at it, knowing that he was stuffed with tens of them. He could feel them pressing down inside him, making him beg for release.

Another one burst into him just as he was looking at the ground, another huge egg rammed without any thought right into him, and he screamed, another forced orgasm ripping through him. He was exhausted from coming, exhausted from being used so thoroughly and so violently, and when the second dragonfly finally exited him, he gasped from sheer pleasure. He could feel the slimy liquid running down his legs, and when he was dropped back onto the ground he simply moaned, too drained to be embarrassed by the lewd sounds he made.

The dragonflies had disappeared, leaving him swollen and alone in the middle of the rainforest.

*

How long he stayed there, limp and sated on the floor, he couldn't say. The moon had fallen low, the light was different...he estimated that he'd spent over three hours at the dragonflies' mercy, and he had to move quickly. Dawn was the time when the more dangerous animals came to hunt, and in his state, he would be completely useless against them. But moving from his spot was impossible, each movement made him gasp and tremble. He was still leaking, the sticky liquid pumped into him was overflowing as the eggs pressed against each-other.

He tried to get up, but as soon as he did, a wave of nausea made him fall to his knees. He couldn't stop the gagging and one after the other, three eggs splashed out of his mouth and rolled to the floor, their slimy exterior glimmering in the dying moonlight. He knew he'd swallowed the others, they'd been pushed so into his throat and he'd been terrified and gasping for air.

As for the others...well, the others were another problem. His stomach was in knots, the pressure against his prostate came and went as he breathed, and just getting back on his knees was enough for one of the eggs to start pushing its way out of his ass. In the midst of everything else, that sharp sensation pushed him over the edge once again, and he slumped over, his face to the ground, and moaned as he ejaculated again, working around the egg, willing it to leave his body, to just leave him alone. He had to get it out, he had to get it out.

Gasping, tremors running up and down his body, Eri closed his eyes and tried to push, straining under the effort. He was terrified that it wouldn't come out, that he would never be able to get it out. It felt so big, like it would rip him apart if it ever came out, and it was only one.

One out of many.

• Please...please...please...

He was pleading, tears running down his cheeks again as he begged whoever and whatever could hear him and intercede.

• Please...please I want...I want them out, I want them out! Please!! Get out of me!

No-one answered him. He was all alone, panting and grunting on the forest floor, trying to push the eggs out before he lost all the strength to. But it was so hard, so terribly hard...

Little by little, he could feel the egg make its way out, could feel his muscles clench around it, before he gasped sharply. The egg fell to the floor with a sickly splat, and Eri fell back on his arms, covering the ground in a fresh layer of semen.

An hour had passed, perhaps less perhaps more, and he hadn't pushed them all out yet. He was spread out on his back, breath coming out in short, sharp bursts, and his hands wandering up and down his sated cock. He couldn't imagine being able to feel anything any more, but each time he'd managed to get an egg out, a fresh orgasm had wracked through him. His stomach was glistening with sweat and sperm, but it wasn't pleasure guiding him now, it was urgency. He had to get them out, he_had_to.

With a moan he stroked himself faster and faster, the fingers on his other hand digging into himself, trying to reach the last egg that stubbornly refused to leave his body. He was exhausted, nearly incapable of getting his muscles to do what they were supposed to, but at last his fingers brushed against the slimy intruder still deep inside his ass.

He was too tired and too sore to push it out without help, so he closed his eyes against the sensations and worked his hand around the egg. He hardly registered the pain of fisting himself, rutting on the ground like an animal, but at last, _at last_he gave one last breathless moan and lay straight back, the egg half-squashed in his hand. He'd managed to crush it in the full force of that last orgasm.

*

Eri was only now able to get up, but fell back onto the floor, legs shaking and unsure. He was so tired and the pain of his encounter was washing over him again. There was nothing he could do except wait, praying that nothing would find him.

Praying that he would hear him.

• ...Echo... Help me...