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Hah, I can do that. Just tell me what you’d like me to make, and I’ll prepare it just for you. [ childe shudders, rocking into their hands, but ultimately trying not to come. not yet. ]

I’m ready for you to breed me Scaramouche.

[ it's all the confirmation he needs, and he'll take that egg, wasting no time in pushing it against his hole. With how wet Childe is, he knows he's ready to take it, but he likes the spectacle, and so he'll take his time as he pushes it in, watching his hole as it sinks inside of it ]

Does it feel nice to be bred by me, like this, in the real world?

[ it slips in with little to no resistance, childe sighing as he buries his face in his arms with a smile. ] Feels incredible, Scaramouche. I… never thought this itch would be scratched, and the feeling coiling in my gut is… it’s bliss.

Your partners lack creativity if they haven't been able to satisfy this. Well. That's better for me now, isn't it?

[ he'll keep his fingers on the egg even after it's fully in, pushing it as far as it can go before pulling them back and reaching for the second egg, pushing it in once more ]

Now you're my bitch.

Better for you, because now it’s something that only you have any right to do. [ he groans this time, pressing back against the egg as its slid into him. ]

Hah, you sure like saying that, huh, calling me your bitch. I guess I can’t say anything, since you’re, you’re breeding me, huh?

[ he'll take his time with this egg as well, just enjoying the feel of it sliding into Childe and the sight of it. But he moves onto the next one faster, pushing into him, wanting to see if he'll reach his limit soon ]

Don't you like calling me your cockslut as well? I thought you were into that kinda talk.

[ it does get more of a reaction out of him, cock leaking as his hips jerk and he jerks softly. ] I don’t want to come until I’m full and you’re inside of me. [ looks back at him, face flushed. ] I… I do like it, I’m your cockslut right now, your whore, your bitch… your mate.

[ he smirks at Childe himself saying it - there's something especially hot about that, and he loves that. ]

If you don't want to come, then we should put a ring on you. I bet you have something like that lying around, don't you?

I do. In the bedroom. Please put it on me. I don’t want to come until you’re inside me, but this is already becoming a lot.

So good, telling me exactly where it is.

[ he'll reward him with a kiss behind his furry ear, and then he's going to get up, looking for the ring. It doesn't take him long to find it, and when he does, he hands it over to Childe ]

Put it on yourself. I want to see it.

[ he takes the ring in one hand and huffs a laugh, trying to avoid removing the other for fear of coming. ] …alright. [ he turns himself slightly and gives his cock a stroke for show, harnessing all the restraint he has as he puts the ring in place. ] Th- there. [ he laughs, but it’s a bit broken as he’s right at the edge. ] We should get back to it, right, you only got two in…

So hungry for more.

[ he'll move to his front to tip his chin up and kiss him, rough and fierce from the get go. But he'll listen to his request, pull back so he can resume where he was and take care of pushing a third egg inside of him ]

Halfway through now.

[ childe returns the kiss, cursing their positions, because he would like to stare down scaeamouche, but he knows that, like this, it’s probably easier. ] Would you have me any other way?

[ brushes one of his tails across his cheek. ] You like when I’m drunk on you… and I like it too.

I do. Like this I can be sure you're not thinking of anyone else. Just me.

[ once he's certain he's pushed the third egg all the way inside he'll move to the next one, a little faster now, a little rough- mostly because he's getting impatient and he wants to be inside of him ]

I can't wait to see how you'll cry and call my name once I'm inside of you.

I couldn’t imagine thinking of anybody else right now. [ childe grunts, feeling the pressure increase as scaramouche ups the pace. ] Getting impatient, Scara, then hurry up! [ moves a hand to his stomach, pressing his fingers in to feel the subtle bumps of the eggs. ] Fill me then, you’re not the only one. I want you inside of me.

[ it's all the encouragement he needs to grab the last two eggs and shove them inside of him, one after the other, just making sure they will properly enter him before he grabs on his hips and flips him over so he can move on top of him ]

I can't wait to see you give birth once more, Tartaglia.

[ and with that, he's going to line up his cock against him- pushing in, though with the eggs, it's certainly a struggle ]

[ grunts as scaramouche doesn't take much care in filling him with the final two eggs, though he's immediately disoriented and given little time to reflect once he's flipped. his eyes land on his superior, mouth open as he huffs a laugh, trying to keep his bravado at its max, but he's already feeling so full and having scaramouche join in is certainly going to send him sailing over the edge. ]

T- Tomorrow though, I... like I said, Scaramouche, I want you to stay inside me all night lo- [ the remainder of the word is clipped as he starts easing himself in, the stretch not too unlike what he felt in the dream, but the sensation is definitely stranger outside of it. ] F- Full, so full. [ he tips his head back and groans, nails digging into the bed for purchase as he tries to ground himself. ]

[ Oh. He wants to stay all night with him and the eggs inside of him. Wow. He doesn't know if he's going to be ablet o handle that but it certainly sounds hot ]

Can you really take that?

[ there is a long pause before he adds ]

I don't want to hurt you more than necessary just this once.

[ Then again, if he's in heat ... it might be what he needs to make it go away. ]

You feel - so tight, Tartaglia.

I don't know. [ ...no. that sounds pathetic. what kind of mate would he be if he couldn't handle *that*. ] I mean I can. I know I can. [ but something strums in his heart at scaramouche's concern. ] I'll be fine. It's not that much. [ he cracks a lopsided smile, about to add something else when one of the eggs brushes his prostate. he jolts, crying out, and shifting beneath scaramouche as his hands fly to his dick. close. he's close. but the ring... his fingers brush it as he starts to jerk himself off. ] F- Fuck. [ he simpers, pupils blowing out as the egg doesn't give him a single second of reprieve, simply resting against his poor, sensitive bundle of nerves. his mouth drops open and he starts panting, murmuring nonsense, as his desperation hits its peak. he feels like he's going to explode. the pleasure is still rising exponentially and its a lot, too much, ] Let me come, please let me come.

... No.

[ he should let him, he's been so good. But he looks amazing, desperate like that, and he wants more of it. So he starts moving, rolling his hips - slow but steady, making sure the egg will keep hitting his prostate over and over again ]

I want to see how desperate you can get for me.

[ childe tries to call out his name in protest, but it's hard, no, impossible to do so while he's being driven m a d. the constant battering of his prostate is somehow worse, a not so subtle thrum of pleasure beating him each time scaramouche thrusts one of the eggs into it. he babbles some more nonsense, trying to force at least one coherent though, so he can beg. ] P- Please. I... I... need to, please.

Aren't you being — selfish? I should come before you do, shouldn't I? Then — satisfy me properly, and I'll fill you as much as you'd like.

[ the good news is that he's pretty much at his limit. The bad news is that he's bringing his hand over Childe's on his own, moving it away so he won't be tempted to disobey him ]

You are so beautiful when you're at my mercy.

... [ oh. he hadn't thought about that or... much of anything, really. but scaramouche is right. being the alpha does mean he should get to come first. childe's purpose is to satisfy him and he's clearly doing pretty poorly if he's got to be scolded. he murmurs an apology in between all the other nonsense pouring out of his mouth as he moves one of his hands back to the bed to help with his leverage as he shakily helps match scaramouche's pace. ] I'll be better, just don't stop. I want you to come, I want to see you satisfied.

[ This doesn't feel as nice as he thought it would - he assumed Childe would fight back, complain in his usual lively way. But like this, when he's in heat, he really is just submissive, isn't he?

He'll give him a kiss to the cheek - trying to signal that he's doing a good job as he keeps rocking into him. And it's only when he knows he's just about to come that he shifts, bringing his hand around his cock to take off the ring and murmur in his ear ]

Come for me.

[ he doesn’t think at all, instincts kicking into overdrive as Scaramouche removes the ring. he rocks back against him that much harder - seeing white - and coming the instant he’s told to. he covers himself in his own sticky seed, chest heaving as he pants to catch his breath. he murmurs a few choice snezhnayan curses as he promptly falls from cloud nine. he fixates his gaze on scaramouche, one hand moving to smear some of the cum he’s stained with, hand rising toward his superior’s lips. ] Taste me. [ now that he’s no longer stuck in the mind numbing haze of mounting desire he can think more clearly and what he wants is to see scaramouche squirm. ] Let me please you.

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