Between the seemingly-endless wave of climaxes that wracked her body and the powerful, heady sense of being filled with the toxins, Anna was faintly aware that something had come into the room.  With a low groan, she turned her head to look and she immediately felt a twinge of anxious fear.  That... that was the Bug?  It was huge... and... oh god, that thing must have an immense breeding tentacle.  With a low whine, she lightly bucked her hips forward, her hands letting go of the tentacles beneath her as she senses she'll need to grab at whatever is stuffed into her.<br/><br/>With a squeal muffled by the tentacles pouring toxins into her gut, she is impaled on the tentacles, her ass easily yielding to the thick tentacle and immediately clutching at it.  Her pussy does the same, though it feels distinctly different for the penetrating appendage.  Warmer, slicker, and stretchier, it was clear that this was where she was meant to be impaled, fucked, and impregnated.  Surrendering once more, Anna goes limp and arches, yielding to another wave of whatever changes the toxins create within her ravaged body.