Meryl stands at the door, illuminated from behind by the firelight from the breeding room. She’s a plumper woman than her daughter, flabs of skin still tightening over her belly after the birth of her twelfth child. Still blinded by the light from her side as she pears into the darkened room looking for signs of the noises she hear… expecting to see her daughter pleasuring herself. Instead, out of the inky darkness emerges a giant Miedo Mosquito flittering into the light.

“B… but… the bells…. The bells didn’t ring….” she whines as six feet of insect death hovers before the distressed mother, staring at her like she’s a wine skin ready to be drained.
“Oh… gods…. Amy.. Amy my baby… not like this…” she cries. She’d once seen her best friend sucked out by one of these things on one of her mercantile trips to the nearby village of Zarful.. She’d had nightmares about that day on all her nights since.

Meryl can see the blood filled thorax and she knows that soon her own fluids will join her daughters, sloshing around mixing together, and her dried out corpse will look just like Amy’s.
Her face gaunt, hair limp, her buxom breasts deflated, guts liquified and removed, and her perfect pussy all dried out like preserved fish.
She opens her hands wide to fend off her attacker, but to the mosquito, it just looks like an open invitation to dine.

“Please don’t take me..” she begged tearfully.

The nightmare beast in front of her ignored her pleas and took her anyway.