[ 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.
I won't put any rule on you that won't let you come. You'll have to be good and resist on your own. I'll keep on edging you on and you'll have to resist coming, for 30 minutes.
Or ... I could get you to fall asleep and wake you up with a belly full of eggs, after I've had my way with you some more.
I... I don't think I'll be able to. I'm already so close. I can't hold out for thirty more minutes. [ he bites his lips. ] I want to watch you lay them if you're just going to fit them into me afterward. [ he starts moving again. ] I feel so empty all of a sudden, Scara. [ now that the tentacles are gone. ] I thought you were the best...
[ he's going to reach over to the dildo he used just earlier, lining it up against Childe as he leans in to kiss at his neck and starts rocking his hips into him again ]
I - want to lay these eggs for you too. I'm feeling at my limit, I want you to see, want you to jerk off to the sight.
[ childe moans against his mouth. ] ...Scaramouche. Scara. Kuniku. [ he kisses him back, though he's having trouble hitting his lips. ] Do it then, lay them for me, I... I want to see. I could easily jerk off to that. I know it's going to be incredible, you'll look so beautiful... [ he reaches behind and helps scaramouche shove the dildo into him, crying out as it immediately rams into his prostate. he grabs his dick hard, to keep from coming as he moves himself off scaramouche. ]
Lay them. Lay my eggs. Let me see. [ because he's well beyond his own limit and just barely hanging on. ]
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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 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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I won't put any rule on you that won't let you come. You'll have to be good and resist on your own. I'll keep on edging you on and you'll have to resist coming, for 30 minutes.
Or ... I could get you to fall asleep and wake you up with a belly full of eggs, after I've had my way with you some more.
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[ he's going to reach over to the dildo he used just earlier, lining it up against Childe as he leans in to kiss at his neck and starts rocking his hips into him again ]
I - want to lay these eggs for you too. I'm feeling at my limit, I want you to see, want you to jerk off to the sight.
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Lay them. Lay my eggs. Let me see. [ because he's well beyond his own limit and just barely hanging on. ]
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