...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.
I do. I... I like when you're happy. I love your smile, Kunikuzushi... [ drags him into a kiss. ] C- Can't move well though, you'll need to pull out, so I can lay them for you.
[ he kisses him back, kissing his cheek as well immediately after, smiling like he's so happy and proud of him right now. And then he'll pull back, careful so he won't make things worse ]
I can't wait to see how nice your hole will look after you're done with them.
[ as soon as he's pulled out childe moves his hands to his side to scoot backward an inch or so. he slumps against the bed and brings a hand to his stomach, panting like he's a few moments from passing out... which isn't completely untrue. ]
[ he feels his face color at the statement, knowing his poor hole is going to be stretched wide open. ] Do you... intend to fill it after... [ he uses his other hand to reach for scaramouche. ] Come here. I want you to feel me pass them, help me soothe my poor belly... this is, it's so much. [ too much, really. ]
[ but he'll start pushing, the last egg scaramouche had left him with big!!! and making the entire starting process that much harder. ]
I... I do. I don't think I could stand not being filled. I need dick, your dick, I... you have to fill me, Scaramouche. I bet we can, ah, write a contract, give you tentacles or two dicks or... or both. You can have it all to fuck me, just me. [ his face twists as a mix of a cry and a groan escapes him, the egg pressing firmly against his twitching hole until he's finally able to pass it. a splash of cum follows suit, and then two of the smaller eggs as childe's face flushes red. ]
Aah, so good. Look at that, you were able to lay three of them already.
[ he kisses behind his ear, hand still on his belly but he's going to let it wander down to his horny tattoo, clearly knowing what he's doing ]
Maybe I should just plug you in with all the toys I have here, mmm? Keep your hole full and satisfied while I rest. I wonder how long you'd even be able to resist if I did that.
[ his hips jerk and he cums that instant, another couple of eggs passing as he frantically fucks the air. ] Ah, h- hah, Sc- Scara, I... [ he can't make a complete sentence, and just stammers some more nonsense, but eventually his eyes focus and he huffs a laugh. ] Tie me up and... plug me up, rest, and then you can fuck me after... I'm just... just a whore, a slut, all I'm meant for is to be fucked and filled...
[ It really is tempting to do just that, and for a moment he's seriously considering it. He could just plug him and leave him there, desperate enough that by the time he gets to fuck him he'll just beg him nonstop. But he knows they've been at this for a while, and Childe is likely just as exhausted. So while he's releasing pheromones, this time it's to calm him down. He kisses his neck, and then scoops up his cum, bringing it to his own lips to lick ]
You're my whore, Tartaglia. And I love you for that. Just a little more now, and you'll have laid all my eggs. Mmm ... maybe I should take a picture of you after.
[ he seems to mellow out, which is probably good, since he's working himself up from passing the eggs and coming another few times. ] And... and that's why you should fill me until you're ready to fuck me again. [ he reaches for him, messily kissing him. ] Just a little more, I'm almost there, do you... like how I look? [ he doesn't say anything about the picture, but he doesn't look like he likes the idea, instead focusing on passing the eggs, which he finishes while cumming once more. ]
[ he doesn't stop with those pheromones, and after kissing him he shifts, moving on top of him again, trailing kisses down his chest and stomach and then his inner thighs. He licks a wet stripe between his legs, and finally moves to his hole ]
[ his embarrassment is through the room and he turns a darker shade of red as scaramouche moves in between his legs. childe looks aside, nibbling on his lip as he nods. ] Good. I... I wanted to do good, be the best whore... [ he sets a hand on his head, messing up his hair as he pets him. ] Am I allowed to rest? Maybe we could share a bath...
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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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I can't wait to see how nice your hole will look after you're done with them.
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[ he feels his face color at the statement, knowing his poor hole is going to be stretched wide open. ] Do you... intend to fill it after... [ he uses his other hand to reach for scaramouche. ] Come here. I want you to feel me pass them, help me soothe my poor belly... this is, it's so much. [ too much, really. ]
[ but he'll start pushing, the last egg scaramouche had left him with big!!! and making the entire starting process that much harder. ]
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Do you want me to fill it in? Ah, but at this point you won't really be satisfied with just my cock, mm? After having taken in so many eggs...
[ he presses down on his belly, a little laugh as he does ]
Look at you. Such a beautiful perfect whore, all for me.
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[ he kisses behind his ear, hand still on his belly but he's going to let it wander down to his horny tattoo, clearly knowing what he's doing ]
Maybe I should just plug you in with all the toys I have here, mmm? Keep your hole full and satisfied while I rest. I wonder how long you'd even be able to resist if I did that.
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You're my whore, Tartaglia. And I love you for that. Just a little more now, and you'll have laid all my eggs. Mmm ... maybe I should take a picture of you after.
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...that was, that was so many.
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[ he doesn't stop with those pheromones, and after kissing him he shifts, moving on top of him again, trailing kisses down his chest and stomach and then his inner thighs. He licks a wet stripe between his legs, and finally moves to his hole ]
You did such a good job for me.
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