The waves of pheromones swept over both of them. Jacob knew he was a male human. But his body knew it was a female ladybug...in the presence of a worthy male. He was terrified of what his body was feeling—not just a desire, but a need to mate. A need to lay eggs. A need to create a new generation.
Maybe he should just fly away...he tried. Or later she’d tell herself she tried. But her body was frozen. Rede Flye wasn’t so afflicted. He circled Jacob, whispering how lovely she was and how wonderful she smelled.
Suddenly, he was on her. In her. They’re alien parts melding as they locked together. Is wasn’t a simple momentary combination...Jacob had no idea that ladybugs mated for hours at a time. Alien pleasure better than anything he’d felt as a human make washed over him, dragging him under. His humanity, or what remained, was truly in danger of being obliterated.
He hung on, experIencing sex for the first time as not only the wrong gender and species...but as an insect. And god, it was wonderful!