[ 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. ]
[ he wants to see him truly get completely broken, and to make things worse, he's going to rub against his horny tattoo again, just before he moves back, making sure the'll be some distance between them as he sits on his knees, legs spread apart to give him as good a view as possible.
There's cum leaking down his thighs - a mess they both made, and he groans as he starts pushing out the first one ]
E-eleven, huh? Just to mark me as yours even further?
[ childe nods and uses the ability after he's fucked himself with it for a moment, the toy still moving and vibrating even after he's taken his hand away. he shudders, loosening his grip on his dick, so he can start jerking himself off... but scaramouche's hand falls onto his tattoo and he rubs it mercilessly. childe cums, he can't help it, because all of this is too much, but he doesn't stop jerking himself off... instead working toward another orgasm. ] You... you looked good full, so full, and they're mine... I had to... I'll never get another chance outside of a dream...
[ there's a breathless laugh at Childe's words, at looking how wrecked he is. He's not much better and yet it still feels like he's the one calling the shots here, even if pushing out egg after egg is making him feel like he's losing his mind. He knows he's going to come again and his entire body is trembling ]
It's - so good, feeling this in the waking world, knowing these are your eggs, aah ... I want to be yours — forever.
[ compared to childe he sure IS calling the shots. childe might have attempted here and there, but he's bending to scaramouche's will due, in part, to the pheromones. he continues jerking himself off, coming again as scaramouche pushes another couple of eggs out. ] You look so good. Come here. I want you in my lap when you lay the final few. [ and he wants to kiss him. the i want to be yours forever has him pausing ( at least for half a second ) but it's not something he acknowledges, because he's not sure scaramouche knows what he's saying right now. ]
[ He definitely does not know what he's saying so that's a good call. But he knows what CHILDE is asking, so he will move over his lap, leaning in to kiss him - though it's sloppy and unfocused as he lays the last few eggs, pushing him past his orgasm ]
[ as soon as he's in his lap childe circles an arm around him, removing his hand from himself, so he can take scaramouche in hand. he starts jerking him off as he rocks his hips, rutting against him in a daze. ] Fuck, Scaramouche, look at you, laying my eggs... being such a good mate... you're the real bitch, aren't you, trying to hide it, but... you take dick so good, like you were made for it, made for me.
[ There's a breathless moan as Childe starts rutting against him, and even though he's feeling spent there's something extremely exciting about it, about being used in such a way, about Childe telling him he was made for him, to take his cock. He loves it. ]
That's - that's right, I was made just to be your cocksleeve. I love it - I love it every time you stuff me full, I love being so full of you, having you call me your bitch.
You feel so good... I want to bury myself inside of you again, but... I'm your bitch for the evening, right? You need to breed me, fuck me full of eggs, so what are you waiting for? [ nips at. ] Fuck me. Fill me.
Good. [ he kisses him again, sitting back and spreading his legs. ] Are you going to push them all in? I bet we could write a contract that allows you to breed me with your own eggs... or perhaps another law...
I do enjoy the thought of using the same eggs. That way they'd be really ours, right? But ... being able to see you writhe underneath me as I fuck them inside you is such a nice thought.
...alright, let's see. [ childe starts moving the eggs aside as he makes a new law, one that allows each subsequent fuck to end in breeding if chosen. he'll also turn any pain into pleasure. ] I want you on top of me, fucking me full, ...the feeling is so much different than just shoving eggs in like we normally do. I love it, Scara, and I want you to do it.
[ he does move on top of him once he asks, leaning in to kiss at his neck, biting down shortly after ]
All right.
Then I'm going to breed you just like you want me to.
[ he said he'd need to recover but he's hard again, so he wastes no time in lining himself up against Childe, teasing him for a few moments before he pushes in ]
[ childe cries out as scaramouche joins the dildo that's still in there fucking him. it would hurt if not for the second common law, though he had already been suitably stretched. ] I thought, I... I thought you were going to rest... [ not that he's really complaining. ]
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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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[ he wants to see him truly get completely broken, and to make things worse, he's going to rub against his horny tattoo again, just before he moves back, making sure the'll be some distance between them as he sits on his knees, legs spread apart to give him as good a view as possible.
There's cum leaking down his thighs - a mess they both made, and he groans as he starts pushing out the first one ]
E-eleven, huh? Just to mark me as yours even further?
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It's - so good, feeling this in the waking world, knowing these are your eggs, aah ... I want to be yours — forever.
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Mmm-!
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That's - that's right, I was made just to be your cocksleeve. I love it - I love it every time you stuff me full, I love being so full of you, having you call me your bitch.
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I do enjoy the thought of using the same eggs. That way they'd be really ours, right? But ... being able to see you writhe underneath me as I fuck them inside you is such a nice thought.
Can you actually make it happen with another law?
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All right.
Then I'm going to breed you just like you want me to.
[ he said he'd need to recover but he's hard again, so he wastes no time in lining himself up against Childe, teasing him for a few moments before he pushes in ]
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[ he starts rocking inside him, matching the pace of that dildo, not wanting Childe to get any respite ]
You still feel so nice and tight, even after taking so many tentacles ...
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