<b>RE: A World of Orgasm Harvesters</b><br/><br/>The harvester leaned its green body close to Angie, pressing them together in an unwanted intimate embrace. It's legs wrapped around her body, holding her down and locking itself against her flesh. It's abdomen moved rhythmically in cycles, forcing the long shaft all the way inside over and over again in an attempt to force out a delicious orgasm. Its cock was covered in little bumps, like a gnarled tree branch to stimulate her better. Every time it pushed in, the base of the harvesters body would slam against Angie's clit. A more sophisticated orgasm harvester would employ specialized tools to tease and rub its victim's clit insistently, but this flying bug applied brute force instead of targeted assaults.<br/><br/>It hilted inside her, pressing hard against her cervix, as if trying to bore straight through into her womb. Sending up a roar of chips and squawks, Angie felt something explode inside her. A warmth filled her insides as steaming cum burst from the end of the cock, staining the inside of her womb, rushing out through her canal, and dribbled out of her opening to run down her ass to the grass. As the filth rolled over her beautiful skin, the line cut a path directly over her exposed and puckered anus.<br/><br/>Immediately, Angie could feel the effect of the semen. It was absorbed by her soft folds, sending chemicals into her bloodstream to encourage her nimble, inexperienced body to heat up and grow even more aroused. It was like her own body and the harvester teamed up against her, daring her to let go and cum her brains out. The bug lowered its head, bringing the sphere close, taunting her with it.<br/><br/>The harvester paused, working something out in its cold calculating mind. Then it slipped its head and upper body up through the bottom on Angie's shirt, ruthlessly pulling up against the straining fabric until another tearing sound filled the air. A long tear ran up the side of her shirt and the creature haphazardly lifted the flap up, revealing her breasts only now protected by her sports bra.<br/><br/>To the harvester, they were nothing more than erogenous zones: more tools to get what it wants. With a simple clip of its claws, the sports bra lay in tatters and Angie's small breasts bounced free. The harvester's top pair of legs began to roll and kneed the mounds of flesh, coaxing her ever closer to the unavoidable climax. Pressing hard against the nipples that were growing unwillingly hard due to the aphrodisiac's effect.<br/><br/>Then the thrusting continued, alongside the assault on Angie's chest, combining to each make the other more effective at arousing her. The forceful brushing against her lower nub, the twisting unending rubbing and groping of her chest, the deep unstoppable pounding of the deepest reaches of her pussy, the bubbling warmth of liter after liter of sticky warm cum seeping into her flesh, and her newly emanating brain dripping with unfamiliar pleasure and desperate to set off its reward to be collected by the predator's glowing sphere.