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Later that night, in the height of the passion, you feel your instincts acting up. Instead of cowering and submitting, you begin to push back against her hips- showing you your love. It's beyond the sexual- but this is the closet you can be with her.
<span class="mu-r">”Mommy... I love you mommy! Squeeze me good Mommy! Thank you- Thank you! Thank-”</span>
Your lover leans forward and aggressive puts her mating clamps around your next- tightly squeezing your neck in the most vulnerable space- your body instantly goes limp from the reflex- the same place kittens are held as they are carried. The sensation of fear and anxiety which would normally creep up your spine seems strangely absent.
<span class="mu-r">”Y-Yes! Yes, take me Mommy! I love you! I'm all yours! I love you! <span class="mu-i">Take me!</span>”</span>
She bites down hard- severing your spine and cracking the vital bones at the base of your neck- the briefest instant of pain spikes through you before being replaced with nothing but the purest sense of pleasure as your brain is flooded with death hormones- the predatory female claiming your life now.
Below you, your penis ejaculates every drop of your seed into her waiting womb- being absorbed into its depths, as your spent physical body gives off all of its energy on this final impregnation. Her body greedily begins its synthesis of sperm and egg in overdrive at this final gift- the gift of your entire body, which she will consume, bones and all, which will fuel her for many days. Despite its unorthodox nature; your death will all but guarantee your reproductive success- not only will she be readying multiple fetuses inside of her all that all belong to you, one by one, to pawn off to other males- which is the norm for your species given the uncertain paternity of your female's offspring, but when she consumes your flesh and organs your antibodies and genetic code will permanently merge with her own, attacking future zygotes that stray too far from your own genome.
As for yourself- your final moments of life are in the embrace of your lover, your brain hard-wired to feel only pleasure as the hallucinogenic hormones in your brain are released, feeling nothing but the endless pink warmth before and behind you. The lack of oxygen to your brain is killing you- but you feel warm and safe and secure in your grasp- a willing and happy sacrifice to your one true love. You spent your life trying to find a meaning, to fill the void, but in the end- filling a stomach was all you had to do...
