Slither - Edward Lee [120]
"Take these off and fuck me," came the next desperate whisper. "I can't stand it anymore. I've got to have you in me..."
Just hearing her say that almost spent him. This would be tough. Even if he got that far, how long would he last?
Only a few of his closest friends knew his secret: that he was indeed a virgin. He'd told Nora some contrary jive because-well, it seemed the right thing to do, not to mention that he had the hots for her, and not to mention that she was his boss.
But ... this?
No one would believe him, and he didn't care.
Cringing, he was about to pull the gun out of his waistband and push his trunks down when the situation's true gravity slapped him in the face:
Wait a minute! I've got an alien bomb I've got to get rid of, two people to find, and a boat to get on ...
I don't have time to have sex!
"Annabelle ... we can't do this now. There's some stuff you don't know ..."
The wanton desperation on her face ... changed.
Suddenly her face turned blank, like a sleepwalker's ...
She sat upright, still straddling his groin. When he looked now, it seemed that her belly was swollen, and...
Ooooooooooh no...
Her skin seemed to be tinged with the faintest offyellow streaks overlain by tiny red spots ...
"Get off me!" he shouted, shoving up at her.
Very softly, she said, "I'm going to sit on your face and feed you my worms ..."
Her fists were suddenly in his hair, holding him down. She kneed herself higher, trying to position her groin over his mouth....
Loren almost fainted when he glimpsed several narrow wormheads peeking out of the folds of her sex.
He tried to lever her off his body, couldn't, but found enough room to grab the pistol and swipe it upward.
When the gun's blue-steel top strap clacked the back of her head, she fell over.
Loren's heart was a squirming lump. He crawled away backward, stood up against a tree, and aimed-
Several pink worms-pencil-thin and a foot longsquirmed farther out of Annabelle's sex. Her strangely pushed-out stomach seemed to be churning.
She was getting up-
Bam!
He squeezed a shot off into her belly.
Loren managed to not pass out when he witnessed the results of the shot.
The bullet gave her a second navel. Upon impact, a half dozen foot-long worms darted from her vagina, along with a slew of crawling ova. More ova foamed out of the bullet hole.
Then a ten-foot worm snaked out of her mouth, and began to sidewind very quickly toward Loren.
Loren ran faster than he ever had, not at all sure that it would be faster than the worm.
(VII)
Slydes dragged the skinny dark-haired woman by the crotch of her one-piece swimsuit-a convenient handle. He wasn't quite sure why he didn't just kill her right there, but he supposed it was curiosity more than anything.
She might know something.
And Slydes definitely wanted to know what these worms were all about, and those little yellow things, and the shit that had happened to Jonas. The skinny woman might have a clue.
It didn't take him long to get to the farthest head shack, where Jonas grew the bulk of his pot. He dropped the woman, made for the door, but stopped short.
Shit, I gotta piss like a racehorse, it occurred to him.
What didn't occur to him, however, was this: Why the sudden need to urinate when he was so severely dehydrated?
Slydes immodestly opened his pants, then began to go ... or tried to. Jesus, he thought. His bladder felt bloated, but only a trickle popped out. I ain't got all day! He pushed, pushed harder, then-
"Ahhh, there she goes."
Suddenly Slydes was voiding his bladder like a floodgate just opened. A few seconds later, though, something struck him as ...
Not right.
Slydes looked down-and blanched.
He expected to see a golden arc of urine. But urine wasn't what his bladder was voiding.
It was an arc of BB-sized ova.
Oh, my fuckin' shit!
He couldn't very well stop now; he had to get them all out. Slydes pushed and pushed, thrusting his pelvis ludicrously forward. The clotted stream just kept