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Standing there amid the bodies of her colleagues, her heart in her throat, body paralyzed with fear, Lynda Hansen prepared herself for death. While her life failed to flash before her eyes, in what she was sure were her last seconds she reflected on what had brought her to this point.

Dr. Lynda Hansen had been part of a small expedition that set out what the rest of the academic community considered a wild goose chase. At 28 she didn’t feel she had the luxury to pick and choose, and so took the opportunity to accompany the more senior paleontologist, Dr. Saul Harper, on this fossil hunt. The journey took them to Peru, where the group – the two paleontologists, two graduate students and a guide/translator, traveled as far as a plane could take them. They proceeded by boat up one of the Amazon’s many tributaries, their goal to follow it to the base of the Andes.

The reason for their journey had been a paper on a tribe in the area who seemed to worship an idol resembling a large reptile. While most of his colleagues had dismissed the possibility that the totem was an actual animal that went extinct ages ago, arguing it was likely no more real than a chimera, Dr. Harper was convinced otherwise. He agreed that such a creature no longer walked the Earth, but it wouldn’t be the first time that uncovered fossils sparked a myth.

Dr. Harper was wrong, as evidenced by the massive creature that was even now standing over his mangled body. When they first heard the rumbling hiss, they thought it was a rock slide. When the monster was in their midst they realized, too late, that they were wrong. The reptile must have been 30 feet from his nose to the tip of it’s tail, and had moved faster than anything that big should be able to. The whirlwind of tail, tooth and claw had killed the entire group in a matter of seconds, but had left Lynda unscathed. As it slithered slowly and sinuously towards her, she got a good look at it. It looked somewhat like a Moloch horridus on an insane scale. Instead of thorny spines, the reptile was covered in crags, patterned in tans, browns and greens. No wonder we didn’t see it she thought. Perfect camouflage, and an ability to stand stock still. We could have flown right over this thing and never spotted it. The creature regarded the trembling woman, it’s slitted eyes focused on her, it’s long tongue tasting the air around her.

Do not run. Do not resist. You will be allowed to live.

Still paralyzed with panic, Lynda thought she was going insane as the reptile appeared to talk to her. Then she realized she never actually heard anything. It’s putting those ideas inside my head! she thought, realizing her brain was interpreting the communication as speech. She stood still, knowing she had no choice. The thing could tear her to shreds before she took a single step.

We lay our eggs in your kind. For many generations, the nearby tribe has served, but they have grown… incompatible. Offspring are hatched weak, die within days. You are a different… strain. Submit, and you will survive.

Lynda still couldn’t believe this was happening, that this was being asked of her! This… thing… could apparently fertilize it’s own eggs and needed an incubator of sorts. She knew of insects that did that sort of thing, injecting their eggs under a human’s skin. The newly hatched larvae would then burrow out of their host, and Lynda almost fainted at the thought of this creature’s offspring doing the same to her. But it said I would survive. She wasn’t sure if the reptile was ‘telling’ the truth, but she knew she had no choice. She didn’t doubt this was still a reptile, coldblooded and implacable. If she was of no use to it, she would die. She couldn’t speak past the lump in her throat, so she just nodded to the monster regarding her. It seemed to understand.

Shed your clothes.

She proceeded to obey, her trebling hands fumbling at her clothing until she stood naked in front of the lizard. The beast regarded her, and Lynda had no idea what was going through it’s mind. She knew that to a human her body would appear very attractive. A pretty face, normally framed by shoulder-length russet hair that was now bound in a ponytail, and very lush curves. It had been more of a bane than a boon in her life – as a student she was plagued by rumors that it wasn’t her academic work that earned her grades. Worse, some professors believed them and had made inappropriate advances. But those were humans. This thing isn’t looking for a mate, doesn’t care about my sexual characteristics. I’m alive because I was the only female in the group. With that realization it became clear to her what part of her anatomy would be of interest to this thing. The part of her that was designed to incubate immature offspring. And just like that the fear of having eggs violently injected into her flesh was replaced by a dread of an entirely different violation. A gravely hiss brought her focus back to the lizard as it harried her to a large flat rock, about 2 feet in height.

On your back.

Walking on shaky legs, Lynda made her way to the rock and lay down facing up, grateful for the lichen and moss covering the surface, softening it slightly. As the reptile positioned itself above her, she noted with relief that it’s ventral segments weren’t ridged. Her relief was short-lived as her eyes wandered down, in time to see a slit at the base of the creature’s tail part, exposing the tip of it’s penis. No, it’s ovipositor she thought. The appendage wouldn’t deliver seed, it would deliver fertilized eggs inside her. Lynda still wasn’t sure how it would do that without causing fatal damage. This morbid scientific curiosity disgusted her, until she realized the source of it. A new species. A new sentient species! She was understandably focused on her own safety, but it now dawned her that she’d made one of the greatest scientific discoveries of all time. If I live to report it…

The reptile shifted, it’s member sliding out further as it approached Lynda’s crotch. She spread her legs, since there was no doubt in her mind anymore that this beast would want to penetrate her. The organ now stood fully unsheathed, a rod of pale-purple flesh about ten inches in length and almost two inches in diameter, with a tapered tip and some sort of nodules of varying size dotting it in a seemingly random pattern. The reptile maneuvered the organ with surprising precision until the tip wedged between the human female’s labia. The contact must have stimulated it, the tip starting to leak some thick fluid inside her. The sharp, acrid smell of it reached her nose, but to her surprise, Lynda found her nostrils flaring as she instinctively inhaled more of the stench. She found herself breathing deep, the scent having a sedating, slightly euphoric effect. A pheromone. Something to keep the host docile and receptive…

The creature seemed surprisingly gentle, pushing into her with a slow and steady pace, the slime it was leaking helping lubricate her passage. She knew this was not due to it being considerate of her – predators that found themselves at the top of the food chain could take their time copulating, since nothing was going to challenge them. Prey had to breed fast, to spend as little time in a vulnerable position. And she had no doubt that the creature on top of her was also at the top of the food chain. She was surprised how well she was taking the best’s member. She wasn’t a virgin but her sexual experience had been fairly limited, and the ovipositor was the largest thing she’d ever had inside her. Fighting the haze of the reptile’s pheromone she realized there was a strange tingling feeling in her genitals, the sensations seeming a bit distant, slightly numb. A muscle relaxant she thought, realizing how this thing intended to deposit it’s eggs inside her womb.

She was proven right when she felt the creature bottom out inside her, almost half it’s length still outside. It continued to leak into her, the strange substance leaking out of her, filling the air around them with that intoxicating musk. Lynda was now fighting to keep a cool head and breathe deeply, but every breath she took was laced with that almost narcotic scent. It soon drove every other smell out of her mind, even the blood of her colleagues still clinging to the lizard’s scales. Her fear of the creature was gone, replaced by a strong desire to stay close to it. The sensations coming from between her legs, though muted by the relaxant, were also making it harder for her to think straight.

She felt a slight prodding of something slim against a barrier deep inside her. Realizing the creature intended to pierce her cervix, Lynda braced for the pain. To her surprise the pain never came, even when she felt the pointed tip slip inside her womb. She realized her vagina was almost numb now, most of the sensation being the feeling of her pelvic and abdominal muscles stretching around the invader. It was the lubricant the reptile was secreting that was responsible for her state, the aphrodisiac having amplified her sex-drive to the point that even the muted sensations had brought her close to climax. She felt the slim tip start to engorge, slowly forcing her cervix to expand around it. She was stretched open at a maddeningly slow pace, and what should have been agony was a stinging so faint it only made Lynda hornier.

She wasn’t sure how long it’s been since the lizard penetrated her, her hazy mind now teetering on the edge of a massive orgasm while she panted underneath the beast. At some point it started to withdraw it’s monstrous member a few inches, the nodules dotting it’s length rubbing Lynda’s inner walls in such a way that they clenched around the intruder. Lynda bit her lip, trying to fight the drug and the sensation coming from her pussy, afraid she might come so hard she would pass out. She noted with relief that there was no blood on the reptile’s ovipositor, meaning it had somehow managed to dilate her without causing harm. It pushed itself back in slowly, and immediately pulled out again, settling into a steady rhythm of shallow thrusts. It was more than Lynda could take and she felt herself come around the length lodged deep inside her, her own juices washing out some of the reptile’s slime.

She managed to stay conscious, her sweaty body now writhing under her assailant. Looking at it’s member she noticed a bulge at least five inches in diameter forming just outside it’s genital slit. The next thrust bumped the bulge against her labia, and the one after that had slipped the whole thing inside her. For a moment she thought it was some sort of knot meant to keep them locked together during their mating. No, it’s not mating with me. It’s laying it’s eggs. she thought and realized what the bulge was and where it was going. She was proven right when the bulge traveled even further up her birth canal, thrust forward every time the lizard plunged inside her, and kept there when her vagina clenched around the retreating organ. She watched with amazement, now being able to see the bulge travel past her mons pubis. A particularly vigorous thrust pushed the egg inside her womb, and Lynda came again. She was dimly aware that when the reptile’s tip left her womb, the egg remained inside her, her belly now slightly distended.

The creature wasn’t finished and Lynda soon felt the sensation of another egg being forced past her lips, the mammoth ovipositor still leaking that intoxicating slime. Having realized she could survive this, Lynda let herself go, moaning and screaming in pheromone-fueled ecstasy. Every time an egg was deposited inside her the young woman would climax, turning into a panting, writhing mess underneath the lizard. After the second egg she didn’t bother counting, surrendering herself to the sensations coming from her lower body, groaning and squealing as the bulge in her abdomen became more and more prominent.

At some point she realized the shaft inside her was withdrawing all the way out of her. She gave a needy whimper as it popped out of her, looking through lidded eyes past her swollen belly. The slick organ was retreating back inside it’s slit after depositing who knows how many eggs inside her. The lizard slid back, stopping when it’s head was level with Lynda’s crotch. It’s massive tongue snaked out and in several swipes managed to clean the human female’s soaked groin. After that it raised it’s head and let out a loud gravelly hiss. It sobered Lynda somewhat, being the same sound that had announced the beast’s brutal attack on her group. The reptile then turned around and slithered away in the direction of the mountains, leaving the egg-laden woman behind.

Lynda had managed to sit but didn’t trust her shaky legs to support her weight yet, since there seemed to be much more of it. She ran her hands over her taught belly, now looking like she was about seven months pregnant. She prodded her opening gently, noting that sensation was starting to return now that the reptiles slime had been removed. She was relieved there seemed to be no tears, and slipped a few digits past her distended labia. About two inches in she felt something hard and rubbery and realized how the eggs would stay inside her. The reptile had left some sort of plug to keep them inn, which would likely dissolve by the time they were almost ready to hatch.

While she was pondering what she would do until then, she spotted a pair of men from the village emerging from the forest, carrying a litter. She realized they must have been waiting nearby, summoned by the lizards parting roar. While she felt relieved to see people again, she was also worried. They had either known or suspected what would happen to her expedition, and let them go anyway, following them only to collect the female their god had laid his eggs in. Still, she was hundreds of miles from civilization, weak, exhausted, and had no survival skills. She allowed the men to put her on the litter and take her back to their village.

*******

It had been a little over two weeks since Lynda was brought back to the village. She was given her own hut on the edge of the settlement. The villagers kept a respectful distance from her, but otherwise carried on with their lives. She was shocked by how normal this seemed for them, to have a naked woman filled with a monstrous reptile’s eggs live among them, and wondered how far this went back. Not knowing their language meant she would have to wonder. She was comfortable enough, having plenty of furs to sleep on and being given regular meals that she suspected were better than what most of the villagers got. The first few days she entertained the thought of leaving, making her way back to the civilized world, and more importantly delivering the scientific discovery of the age, currently housed in her womb. Nobody was stopping her from leaving, but she soon realized they didn’t have to. She knew all she would have to do was to find a stream that would lead her to a river and that river would lead her to the Amazon and from there to civilization, but outside of the small village was the rain-forest that she had no idea how to navigate or traverse.

So she spent her days in her hut, sleeping, eating, and leaving only to answer the call of nature. Waiting for the eggs to hatch, and hoping that after that the villagers would help her get back to her world. When she slept, her dreams almost always revolved around her encounter. Many times she would relive the attack and wake up panting, covered in cold sweat. Other times she would relive the other part of that day, also waking up sweaty and panting, and no less disturbed. On the morning of her sixteenth day in the village she was having one of those dreams, but this time when she submitted to the craggy beast it felt more pleasurable as the reptile penetrated her and proceeded to fill her with it’s offspring. She was woken up by the sunlight shining through the open flap on her hut. The young girl that brought her morning meal stood in the doorway, with a full bowl and wide eyes.

Coming to, Lynda realized there was a smell in the hut, one she hadn’t smelled in about two weeks. The girl set the bowl down and dropped the flap. Lynda could hear her talking excitedly to someone, but still couldn’t understand a word. She slipped a hand between her legs and wasn’t surprised to find she was leaking something viscous. She knew what it was before she brought her hand close to her nose and inhaled deeply, the stink of the reptiles slime quickly washed away on a wave of euphoria.

The flap on her hut was moved aside again, by a woman Lynda had not seen before. She guessed the newcomer to at most her age, but though young the woman moved with and air of matronly confidence. Like the other women of the village she was naked save for a loincloth, but unlike the others her dusky skin was covered in tribal tattoos. The dizzying array of lines and swirls seemed to emphasize the woman's full breasts riding high on her chest, as well as her lower abdomen.The pattern seemed strangely familiar to Lynda, and the woman realized where she’d seen it before. The colors were less distinct, the pattern was stylized, but it still mimicked the colors of the reptile she’d encountered. A shaman. she realized, knowing that in a small community like this the woman would be everything from a priestess, to a doctor, a herbalist… and a midwife!

The strange woman knelt by her side, speaking softly to her. Although there was an air of ritual about her, Lynda realized the woman was trying to comfort her, no doubt the same way she would treat any expecting mother. The shamaness knelt beside her, parting Lynda’s legs and placing a large piece of soft, oiled leather beneath her exposed pussy. She began to gently massage her bulging belly and Lynda could feel the slime now pouring out of her and onto the leather mat. As the smell filled the room, she couldn’t help but moan at the woman’s deft touch. Her passage was once again growing numb, but the sensation of relief was pleasant as her body was getting rid of some of it’s burden.

The strange woman took a small clay pot and began to smear something over her hands arms, going as far as her elbows. Over the pheromone-laced stink, Lynda smelled the animal fat the villagers used to cook with. She wondered why the woman would go to the trouble of lubricating herself, seeing as how Lynda’s pussy was still drooling the slick goo. No, not lubricating! It’s a sealant, so the slime doesn’t numb her arms. She whimpered slightly as she noted the woman felt the need to protect her entire forearms!

Once she was done, the woman slipped her thumb and index finger inside Lynda, speaking softly all the while. Lynda watched as the woman spread the digits several inches, barely feeling anything as her lips were stretched wide. Apparently satisfied, the woman slid her entire hand inside, making Lynda moan as her pussy easily swallowed the appendage. She took deep breaths as the shamaness bottomed out inside of her, and then began to prod her cervix with her fingers. The slime must have needed contact with air to have it’s effect, and Lynda once again felt her insides numb and loosen while her sex-drive spiked. The other woman’s practiced fingers teased her cervix into stretching, and Lynda felt an entirely new sensation – that of an egg lining up with her inner barrier and nudging against it.

She gasped when the dusky woman’s other hand started stroking her clit while the fingers of the hand buried inside her spread open. The woman’s assault on her nub was more than she could take and Lynda came furiously around the shaman’s arm. As her vagina convulsed she felt an egg pop past her cervix and the hand inside her slowly withdraw. It then dawned on her how she would deliver – the shaman’s hand stretched the tunnel in front of the egg, while Lynda’s climax-wracked pussy spasmed and pushed it out. Faster that she would have thought the woman’s hand left her pussy, a moment before the ball slid past her lips, tumbling into the shaman’s waiting hand. Lynda looked down at the egg as the woman set it on the mat. The sphere was about four inches in diameter, still slick with its smooth ochre surface covered in splashes of brown and orange.

The shamaness soon slid her hand back inside Lynda, and proceeded to deliver the next egg the same way. She still spoke softly and soothingly, even elbow deep inside Lynda's pussy, her fingers tweaking the other woman's clit as she moaned and gasped through climax after climax. By the time all 5 eggs had been delivered Lynda was panting and twitching, her crotch a mess and her mind swallowed up in an orgasmic fog. She wanted to drift back into a blissful post-coital sleep, but her curiosity wouldn’t let her. She watched as the shamaness carefully scraped all of the slime off the leather mat, depositing it in an earthenware pot that she then covered with another scrap of leather and tied off with a string. It occurred to why the woman was so carefully collecting the slime – the use of narcotics was a common shamanic practice, and if the woman could imbibe the drug in some way other than her vagina she would gain all the benefits of the aphrodisiac without the numbing effect. She could probably drive herself to a mind shattering orgasm with just a pinkie. Looking at the woman’s crotch, she noted her inner thighs were shinny with her pussy’s secretions, the smell alone having a strong effect on her.

Once the jar was sealed, she took a handful of dry grass and proceeded to dry off one of the eggs. Once the shell was clean she slowly blew on it. The rapid drying must have made the shell brittle and a second later it cracked. A small head emerged, a familiar pattern splashed across the nubs that would one day grow into craggy ridges. Even before she saw the look of awe and joy on the shaman’s face, Lynda knew the hatchling was perfectly healthy. And as all five healthy little reptiles were hatched Lynda knew she would never be allowed to leave.