"A very special larva," Johan said. "You're ready to sleep now with the beloved. I have done my share. My moment with her is over. Now it is your turn. You should be glad I killed her for you."
Charles knew it was only politeness to agree. But he was caught up in another wave of feeling. This one was directed to eating, to entering the beloved. He found it natural to begin at her white abdomen, and to continue munching until he was inside.
"The townspeople will be very surprised," Johan said. "If there are townspeople, that is."
At the moment Charles didn't care if there were townspeople or not. He only knew that fate had conspired to bring him to the racial dream of an insect, and here, in this red and black place, he could feel something moving in his insides. The final wonder would soon begin. He would give birth.