LOCKE

Sale price$59.90USD

Ovipositor Size: M
COLOR: AlienSilver

Meet Locke, an alien insectoid creation shaped with a striking biomechanical aesthetic, featuring a pronounced skeletal spine running along the form for an otherworldly, textured feel. Inspired by xeno anatomy, Locke's LoXeno eggs showcase a distinct chitin-like shell design, bringing a bold extraterrestrial touch to every detail.

To better highlight and transmit the sensation of those skeletal details, the inner chamber is made slightly thinner along the spine side. 

- Designed by MicroDragonMae

Locke

Near the Darkstream Dungeon on the Nothosaur Mainland lies a hidden lair wrapped in a warm, heavy mist. There is none of the foul, rancid stench usually associated with lesser bugs here. Instead, the air is thick with a rich, earthy fragrance, like soil waking up after a fresh rain. Locke sits poised on a plush divan right at the center of the nest. As the highest-ranking, most intelligent insectoid female in this region, she is intellect and beauty. She has the figure of a mature human female. Her sleek chitin armor accentuates her massive breasts and soft, curving waist.

Dragging your exhausted body, you accidentally stumble into her domain. You're taken aback—stunned, really—by the sight of such an exotic creature. But you aren't afraid. Locke leans down: "You look so tired. Why don't you rest a while before you go?"

Just like that, your defenses completely crumble. *How could a creature this beautiful ever hurt me?* you think to yourself. You slowly walk up the stone steps and settle down. Wrapped in that fragrant air, a wave of pure comfort washes over you... it feels amazing. So soft, so warm. It's Locke's tentacles. Slowly, you lean back, letting yourself sink right against her thick, soft abdomen. The incredible elasticity and sheer warmth of her flesh instantly melt away all your tension. "Hmmm...this feels so good," you sigh...

Those two tentacles feel like the gentlest things in the entire world. They wrap around you in a tender embrace, their delicate suckers and fine, velvety cilia trailing over your neck, your chest, and your thighs. The caress leaves a tantalizing, tingly sensation in its wake, making you slip completely under her spell...Near Locke’s heavy lower back, her most primal desires are already kicking into overdrive, furiously pumping out fluids. *Squelch, slosh...* The sound is deafening in the dead quiet of the lair. You glance back, and it’s clear Locke isn't even trying to hide it. The tip of her massive tail, now slightly flushed, heavily folded, and pulsing with blood, has split wide open. A thick, stringy, crystal-clear aphrodisiac nectar is pouring out of her ovipositor cavity without restraint, dripping *pat, pat* onto the blanket. The air is so hopelessly saturated with sweet, intoxicating pheromones that it’s almost suffocating.

You stare at Locke’s gaping tail cavity... and reach out. The exact moment your fingertips are about to brush against those pink, fleshy folds, they are instantly drenched in the scorching, viscous fluid. The sensation is unreal—like the slickest, highest-grade lubricant, pulsing with a dizzying, feverish body heat. She doesn't stop you. Instead, she lets out a low, deeply carnal sigh: "Ah... curiosity really is your most beautiful trait."

Her embrace tightens. The sheer force of it is undeniable, yet she holds you so gently that you’re simply pinned, melting into her soft flesh. Then, with agonizing slowness, she lays you back down onto the blanket—handling you with a delicate care, as if you might break. You look up to see her tail arching high, trembling with excitement. The fully dilated ovipositor looks like a wet, warm, yawning abyss, the tender inner flesh twitching and contracting in sheer desperation, squeezing out even more stringy, glistening slime. *Gurgle... squelch...* Your heart is pounding, torn between raw nerves and wild anticipation.

"Ngh...!"
The moment that scalding, heavily ribbed, and velvety-barbed cavity slams flush against your body, locking the two of you together with absolute, seamless precision, a sharp, choked groan escapes your lips. It is incredibly hot, and impossibly wet. Locke’s tail begins to rhythmically and violently squeeze. Her inner flesh feels alive, hungrily sucking and clamping down around you, forcefully pumping a never-ending torrent of nectar into your body, driving you through wave after wave of blind, shattering ecstasy... Just when you think it's over, a heavy, powerful squirming sensation ripples through the deepest depths of her tail. Along with a frantic, localized spasm deep within her inner walls, the first egg is forced out... then a second, and a third... A massive deluge of fluids completely glues your bodies together, leaving everything a beautifully ruined, slick mess.

Who knows how much time passes. The only sounds left echoing through the lair are heavy, ragged breaths and the messy, wet sloshing of slick bodies rubbing against each other.