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The stone crab's massive, rocky cock slapped relentlessly against Diana's petrified thighs, each rhythmic strike vibrating through her marble-hard flesh. Even as the liquid masonry continued to pour into her, hardening her internal organs into a solid, grayish-white mass, she felt a terrifying, white-hot pleasure. She tried to flail her arms, to scream, but her voice was a prisoner behind a jaw that had turned to unyielding stone. Her gaping mouth was a silent, lewd gash, unable to emit even a whimper as she watched her own nose and eventually her eyes succumb to the creeping gray.
In a final act of desperation, she slammed a pulse of magic into the floor, carving a deep trench in the metal before her consciousness turned sluggish and stagnant. Her beautiful, defiant face became a cold sculpture, every strand of hair frozen in a silent explosion of dust and lust.
The crab continued to pound its stone seed into the statue's unyielding pussy, the friction creating an awkward, grinding sound that echoed through the lab. Finally, with a violent shudder, the beast gushed a final, viscous stream of petrifying fluid into her womb until it overflowed, spilling down her stone thighs. With a heavy thud, Diana's statue toppled to the ground, the impact cracking the floor.
Even as a mindless block of stone, her nerves were trapped in a loop of permanent climax. Her rigid urethra leaked a final, slow trickle of fluid before the petrification was complete. She was a hollowed-out monument to her own depravity, her abdomen permanently swollen, her open uterus visible through the gaping, stone-hard slit between her legs. The crab, finished with its toy, stomped heavily on her back and dragged her like a piece of common rubble toward the corner of the room to add her to its nest.
Merged into the pile of stones, Diana was lost in an eternal, frozen orgasm—a pleasure so deep it threatened to end her very existence.
Crack. Crack-crack.
Fine stone chips began to rain down as the statue suddenly erupted in a cloud of blinding dust. The crab shrieked and retreated into its nest as a figure emerged from the smoke, her skin once again fair and supple, showing no sign of the rocky prison that had held her. The failsafe spell she had hidden in her own cells had finally triggered, shattering the petrification just before it reached her soul.
"Haaah—I almost stayed like that forever," Diana panted, her voice a seductive rasp. "But gods... turning to stone is so delicious, I almost didn't want to come back."
She chuckled, her eyes dark with a lingering, lewd hunger. She reached out with her magic, shrinking the trembling crab to the size of a palm before teleporting it to an incubation cell.
"System, stop recording," she commanded, her voice regaining its cold, corporate edge. "Data entry: The stone crab provides an A-level experience of wide-ranging, long-lasting pleasure. The sensation of the internal organs petrifying is... exquisite. Recommendation: Apply protective spells to the brain only next time, to maximize the cognitive awareness of the hardening."
As she set about repairing the room, Diana couldn't stop the tremors in her thighs. Her pussy and breasts were still weeping fluid, her muscles aching with a stiffness that wasn't entirely magical. The intense panic of being a helpless statue had provided a psychological high so potent she felt herself peaking again just thinking about it.
"Next time," she whispered, her fingers tracing the lingering soreness of her slit, "let those monsters truly kill this lowly, lewd, and utterly defenseless guardian."
Three days later, the base hummed with new life. The backbone of the Legion was beginning to hatch. Three monsters roared in the darkness, but Diana's eyes were immediately drawn to a Mimic. Usually disguised as treasure chests or cabinets to prey on the unwary, these guardians of the lair were masters of ambush. Diana had never been fooled by one before—but as she looked at the creature's jagged, lid-like maw and the powerful, lashing tongue within, she found herself wondering just how much "predation" its wooden body could handle.
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