[ damnit. he knew he should have taken more time to think about the stipulations of that contract. he might have been able to feel it. still... the bulge in scaramouche's neck as the tentacle fucks his throat and the wet sounds coming from him as he chokes it back are more than enough to keep him turned on. he fills him after a couple thrusts, planting his hands on either side of his head, so he can watch him work the tentacle. ] You look so good, Scaramouche, ... [ he leans to the left, moving his right hand to his stomach. ] Are you ready? I can't hold back anymore. You're so hot and tight around me. I'm not going to be able to keep from coming... [ his thrusts because faster and sharper, eventually stopping altogether as he keeps himself buried inside scaramouche, coming with deep groan. once he's suitably full of cum, childe starts rocking slowly - beginning to pass egg after egg after egg. ] I... I wonder how, how many you can take...
[ He can't hold out for much longer himself, and between the tentacle fucking his throat and Childe hitting every single one of his weak spots, he ends up coming again, groaning loudly around the tentacle and letting out wave after wave of pheromones as he does.
He's letting himself get influenced by them too, losing his mind as he chases more of that pleasure, as Childe fills him up with eggs right here, in the real world, just as Pentium had done before.
It feels different, somehow.
But it's just as exciting. And if he could talk, he'd tell Childe just how much he loves it. Is his stomach swelling up? He wonders how much Childe is going to enjoy the sight of this ]
[ the pheromones have him losing his mind, and Scaramouche continues to fill the air with them. he rides out his own orgasm a lot longer than he might normally have, chasing the pleasure until he feels he might burst from the overload. he’s still got his hand on Scaramouche, so he can feel each subtle bump of the eggs he’s fucking into him. he removes the tentacle from his mouth, instead using it to fuck himself as he leans down for a kiss. ] How does it feel, you almost have eleven, …you’ll carry them for me, won’t you, keep them until I give you permission to lay them…
[ childe keeps interrupting him with kisses, unable to keep off him for long. he needs him. he needs this. ] And you look so good. [ childe rubs his stomach, slowly easing out of him, so he can lavish his full belly in attention. ] You can lay them after you’ve fulfilled the results of your contract. [ his lips quick, and he wonders if Scaramouche will be able to like this. ]
Let me sit on your dick then, Scaramouche. You don't have to move if you don't want to. [ or, rather, if you actually can't. ] Of course I will. Did you want me to put any laws in place?
[ he smirks at that, and though he is changing the shape of his dick juuuust for this, he nods at the question, his hand reaching for Childe's horny tatoo ]
Yes. I want you to make it so I can knot you, like this. I want you to keep you in place on my cock until I'm satisfied.
[ as soon as scaramouche's hand makes contact with his tattoo a bit of cum oozes from the tip and he jerks his hips. ] Ok, hm... Scaramouche's dick is going to knot until he's satisfied with how much he's fucked me. [ that can be a law, right, so he removes the hydro tentacle from his own ass and fucks himself straight onto his barbed dick. ] What else? I can have 2 active at a time.
How about... I mirror my tattoo onto you, so everytime it's activated we both feel it? Because, yeah, I can't help you if you're fucking me... and you're already permanently knotted in me until we're both satisfied.
What do... what... what do you want my tentacles to, to do? [ it's getting harder and harder to think and to talk, his hands finding scaramouche's shoulder to hold on as he starts fucking himself on him. ] So... so be it then. [ he'll activate that as his second law. ]
I want them - to force their way into you alongside my cock. I want you to be stretched open just as much as I - as I feel.
[ he'll bring his hand to his tattoo, pressing against it and releasing pheromones at the same time, clearly wanting to drive them both more and more crazy ]
A- All of them? [ his face turns a bright red and he stammers, unsure if he'll be able to take them all, but his concerns are instantly placated the moment scaramouche touches his tattoo and releases another cloud of pheromones. ] O- Okay... okay... [ he leans forward, pressing scaramouche into the bed and using his weight to keep them there as he spreads his legs just a little bit more. ] ...they're yours to control, Kuniku, all... all five...
[ he insists, even though he knows it's a terrible idea. But he's really not thinking clearly now, and Childe feels so good, he wants to just absolutely ruin him. So he does ]
I'm - getting close, I'm going to fill you up so good, Tartaglia ...
...no, don't cum yet, I'm not full. You have to fill me up first, and then we, and then... then we'll come together... [ he digs his nails in, gripping scaramouche tighter as he rides him just a little bit faster. ] Hurry up and fill me, Scaramouche!
[ he's trying his best, but he's only human and he's pretty much at his limit, so with Childe digging his nails in and riding him like that, he's done for. But the good news is that he still has the presence of mind of forcing those tentacles inside of him, one after the other, right as he's coming inside of him ]
[ he feels his stomach balloon out from the tentacles shoving themselves inside him along with scaramouche’s perfectly time orgasm. he cries out, riding him that much harder and trying to force the tentacles to cum as well. ] Fuck me more, I’m the best the bitch, the only cum dumper cock sleeve you’ll ever need. Fuck me, Kuniku, fuck me harder.
[ There's a short, breathless laugh at how desperate Childe is, and though he's pretty much spent he keeps going, moving the tentacles to make sure to keep fucking him, just as relentless as Childe had been with him earlier ]
[ he kisses him, taking that as a compliment, because he’s the omega here, the bitch meant to take anything and everything. ] Breed me. Fuck me full of eggs. I… you’re the alpha, right, I’m just… fuck me. [ he kisses him again, murmuring the same mantra over and over. ] Let me carry the eggs. [ he moves a hand to scara’s stomach, groping and rubbing and growing increasingly more frantic as the tentacles continue fucking his abused hole. ]
[ he is having trouble thinking straight. about anything besides scaramouche and getting dicked like the cock slut he is. his own pheromones never had this effect on him. maybe his heat did coupled with them, but it had never been to this staggering a degree. ] Make a... make another contract with me. You can, you... you can fuck them into me or something. [ somehow. the logistics he doesn't give af about atm. ] And I... I'll be your bitch for... for another hour, an omega just for you to fuck and fill... you'd like that, right?
[ he brings his hand over his stomach, stroking it a little possessively, clearly thinking about it ]
My very own cumdumpster, always ready to take my cock, fitting me so perfectly. If you want me to be able to force these eggs inside you, you'll have to do more than something you want. Put some real effort in it, mmm?
[ he's not wrong. ] ... [ childe complains as he stills himself on scaramouche's cock, trying to collect his thoughts to think of something he could give him. ] Not much longer, but... you can control that, I can let you decide... [ the tentacles finally start to dissipate, having spent their allotted time fucking the two of them. ] We can bring those back too. Or... or maybe I can give you another dick.
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He's letting himself get influenced by them too, losing his mind as he chases more of that pleasure, as Childe fills him up with eggs right here, in the real world, just as Pentium had done before.
It feels different, somehow.
But it's just as exciting. And if he could talk, he'd tell Childe just how much he loves it. Is his stomach swelling up? He wonders how much Childe is going to enjoy the sight of this ]
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I'll keep them - I'll keep them for as long as you want me to.
[ he glances down at his belly, and then focuses his eyes on Childe, absolutely loving the way he's fucking himself with his own tentacle ]
I feel so full. All - all for you, aah ... it feels so good.
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I want to knot you ...
Will you be able to ride my cock?
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Yes. I want you to make it so I can knot you, like this. I want you to keep you in place on my cock until I'm satisfied.
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I think that works well enough.
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[ he'll bring his hand to his tattoo, pressing against it and releasing pheromones at the same time, clearly wanting to drive them both more and more crazy ]
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[ he insists, even though he knows it's a terrible idea. But he's really not thinking clearly now, and Childe feels so good, he wants to just absolutely ruin him. So he does ]
I'm - getting close, I'm going to fill you up so good, Tartaglia ...
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You look - just as full as I do now ...
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Aah ... does that mean I should lay them for you and then force them inside you? Is that what you're asking, Tartaglia?
You're right. You're my good bitch in heat, and you're the one who should be carrying my eggs.
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[ he brings his hand over his stomach, stroking it a little possessively, clearly thinking about it ]
My very own cumdumpster, always ready to take my cock, fitting me so perfectly. If you want me to be able to force these eggs inside you, you'll have to do more than something you want. Put some real effort in it, mmm?
How much will you be able to last without coming?
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