[ 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. ]
Breed me, yes, I need to be bred. You might be a good bitch, but I'm... I'm even better. I need your cock, Scaramouche, fucking me nonstop. [ he moves his trembling legs around scaramouche, trying to help him fuck him deeper and harder and faster. he's craving more. feeling desperate for dick as he frantically tries to match their pace. ] Just for you. I... I should get the tentacles back, I love being so full. And... And you like them too, right?
[ their brains are half passed scrambled, oops. childe kisses him following that remark, groaning into his mouth. ] …this makes me wish you had been out onto Wild City. We could use or pheromones nonstop. [ and get nothing done apparently! ] I’m going to cum again, Kuniku, I… [ he digs his heels into scara’s back, crying out as he comes again, teeteringnon exhaustion at this point. ]
[ It's a little nice to think of how things would have gone if he had been on the same Unit - if nothing else, he could have sabotaged Morax so much more efficiently. But he doubts he would have settled as well as he had in another Unit. Not that it matters, as nice as the thought of sabotaging Morax is, it's not enough to keep his focus when Childe feels hot and tight around his cock, when his legs are wrapped around him, and when he can hear his voice like that as he cries out his name.
He groans, following shortly after, coming inside of him and trembling with exhaustion. ]
I'm - going to fill you with eggs now.
[ it's all the warning he gets before he begins, and holy shit. The feeling of actually passing on the eggs inside of him is one he could definitely get addicted to ]
[ childe can barely think, the muffled sounds coming at of scaramouche’s mouth telling him something… probably. he nods, another sharp cry ripped from his lungs as he feels him start to pass eggs. this is so much different, so much more hot and fulfilling… ] H- How many… [ he manages to ask, rocking against him as he feels his middle start to swell and grow taut. ] Six, eleven, seventeen?
[ Wouldn't it be nice to fill him so much. If he were a little more lucid he'd say it's not going to be possible, but right now he's just as hopped up on pheromones and too into the moment. So he nods, shifting so he can kiss him as he keeps fucking those eggs into him, one after the other ]
It's - so much better when it's real ones, isn't it?
[ if he hadn't turned pain to pleasure he would have probably asked scaramouche to stop, but since he made the decision to make that a law all the pain from being overstuffed only makes him moan and beg for more. ]
Much better, so much better, love this feeling. [ he grabs for scaramouche's hand, missing a couple of times, but eventually he takes it and brings it to his egg filly belly. ] Tell me you love me.
[ he smiles at him, squeezing his hand in a very rare moment of tenderness ]
I love you.
[ it's a little breathless, but clearly genuine, and immediately after he rests his forehead against Childe's. It's only once he's passed each and every egg, for a total of seventeen, that he pulls back ]
That - should be enough. I wonder if you could die from this.
[ childe smiles and rests his head against scaramouche's, closing his eyes, and reveling in the affection for another couple of seconds, before he echoes the sentiment of 'i love you'. as soon as scaramouche has finished passing along the eggs, childe removes that law to make another, because, yes, he's sure he could die from this, especially if the adrenaline and intense pleasure wears off. he makes it so nobody can die. ] I... I shouldn't stay like this for too long, but... but it feels good. I'm so full, it's making it hard to think, so much... pleasure... everything's tingling.
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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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[ which is bad because no, he wasn't ]
I'd love to - just keep you full of cum and eggs, mark you as mine alone.
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He groans, following shortly after, coming inside of him and trembling with exhaustion. ]
I'm - going to fill you with eggs now.
[ it's all the warning he gets before he begins, and holy shit. The feeling of actually passing on the eggs inside of him is one he could definitely get addicted to ]
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It's - so much better when it's real ones, isn't it?
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Much better, so much better, love this feeling. [ he grabs for scaramouche's hand, missing a couple of times, but eventually he takes it and brings it to his egg filly belly. ] Tell me you love me.
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I love you.
[ it's a little breathless, but clearly genuine, and immediately after he rests his forehead against Childe's. It's only once he's passed each and every egg, for a total of seventeen, that he pulls back ]
That - should be enough. I wonder if you could die from this.
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Do you... do you want to see me lay them?
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I want to see how much you'll enjoy it. You really are the perfect, breedable bitch. And you want to please me, right?
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