[ he doesn’t know that, but he’s running purely on horny brain at the moment, and just wants to do anything and everything capable of making the things he’s feeling more intense. ] Scaramouche, [ reaches for it, running his fingers along its edge as soon as he’s taken it out. ] Scaramouche. [ reaches past and brushes his fingers over his cheek. ] More, Scaramouche, more, please, give me more. I want you. Need you, [ his breath hitches as he frantically tries to up the pace. ] Scaramouche.
[ He's so captivating like this, and if he's entirely honest, for just a moment he feels his heart flutter. Stupid sexy brat and his stupid cute face. He'll put the sword in Childe's hand, giving him freedom to do whatever he wants - and then grabs on his chin, leaning in to kiss him roughly as he indulges him, picking up the pace ]
[ he had just wanted to see the sword come out and the novelty of it, so as carefully as be he sets it aside. returning his focus to Scaramouche he kisses him back, groaning into his mouth as he uses that word, the head of his cock leaking precum as he turns his head to murmur against his cheek, ] Yes, it’s me, I want to be bred, breed me, breed me, Scaramouche.
[ He feels like he's the one losing it now, with Childe begging him to breed him. odd as it is, there's something especially hot about hearing him ask it like that.
He's going to bring his hand to Childe's cock, jerking him off fast and rough, keeping the same pace of his thrust and trying to get him to come. He himself is not so far, and with one final thrust, he ends up coming inside him, slumping against him immediately after ]
[ childe comes as soon as scaramouche does, trembling as he tries to come down from such a steep high. ] ...breed me, don't stop, keep going, Scaramouche, fuck me- breed me- fill me up more. [ he's a touch out of sorts at the moment, his chest searing with a pain unlike no other as bright purple veins start splintering out from the (former) wound on his chest. ]
[ It should be worrying that his body is reacting to the Gnosis like that but right now he just finds it hot. And he smirks, enjoying the way Childe is begging for more, and thinking he should give just that ]
A--aah ... I just finished fucking you and you still want more? How greedy.
[ It's a dream, after all. But he will pull back, off of him and instead lower himself so he can start trailing kisses down from his chest to his stomach, paying attention to some of those purple veins ]
But if you really want to be bred so bad I wonder if I could make it happen.
It sure sounded implied. [ a laugh. ] Hah, that feels... nice... [ the purple marks glow when scaramouche gets closer, seeming to react to his own affinity for electro. ]
You... think so? [ looks intrigued. ] Do it then, Scara, breed me.
[ he's smirking at that, placing a few other kisses on his skin, down to his tattoo and then finally to the head of his cock, tongue lapping up any leftover fluids ]
Mmm. But if I breed you, you will have to give birth for me. You'll do that, right? Give me a spectacle worth watching.
[ childe tenses, jerking his hips the moment his tattoo is touched. his face flushes, color trailing down to his neck and making the purple static outlines even more obvious. ] Yes, of course, [ his fox ears appear, as do his tails, and he starts shifting his anatomy some to make his asshole slick and ready for Scaramouche. ] I’ll do it, I’ll do it for you, Scara, if you breed me I’ll give birth as many times as you ask. [ he threads his fingers through his hair, hand shaking as he has to keep from forcing him down onto his weeping cockhead. ]
[ he'll take him into his mouth with no hesitation at the encouragement, one hand going to the base of his cock while the other moves to his thigh and down his legs, prompting him to move it up his shoulder. Once Childe does that, he'll bring his hand to his hole, fingers pushing into him, enjoying the knowledge that he just shifted for him, while he's already full of his cum.
He'd like to keep sucking him off for a while more, but this isn't the time - he promised to breed him after all. So he will move away, but make sure to bring his other leg over his shoulder as well, hands going to the back of his knees to bend him, ass in the air and exposing his hole. Good thing he knows Childe is flexible. ]
I'm going to pump you full of eggs. You're going to be so full for me, and after I'm done I'll just fill you up again.
Over. and over. again.
From now on, you're my bitch, Tartaglia.
[ And that's all he says before he pushes inside of him. He's considering changing his anatomy as well, so he can feed the fantasy of breeding him a little better, but not yet. He's always enjoying it when Childe shifts while inside of him and so, he'll do the same ]
[ childe turns his head and groans, the color on his face darkening as scaramouche moves his leg over his shoulder and sinks a few fingers inside him. ] S- Six, [ he chokes on the rest of whatever he had half a mind to say, arching toward his mouth and feeding more of his cock into him. ] mouth, your mouth, it feels so good. [ a grunt follows as his other leg is moved and he’s more or less bent in a mating press - his feral instincts going absolutely wild as scaramouche’s words send him over the edge and he comes. ]
Yes yes yes yes. Scaramouche, [ he trails into a whine, already hard again as he feels his body slipping into its heat cycle. whether he did it without realizing it or the thought of being bred spurred it on suddenly he doesn’t know, but he can’t think of anything else but getting stuff full of scaramouche’s eggs. ] I’m… heat just for you, I’m ready, so ready for you to fill me. I’m your bitch, mate me, fill me up until I can’t take it anymore.
[ He assumes this is part of the dream, too, not actually aware that Childe truly does go in heat. and right now it's a big turn on, so even if he was not entirely into the idea of breeding originally, well - being able to actually act it out sure changes things.
There's a laugh, a little cruel and a touch unhinged, at seeing Childe so desperate for him. ]
You already came and I barely even slid into you, what a hungry cockslut. Just look at you.
[ His voice is on the edge of breathlessness as he rocks into him, setting out a punishing pace from the get go and moving his hands to his ankles to keep him into position. It's only after a few more minutes of that he finally does shift his own anatomy, increasing his size and taking inspiration from the shape of "magical beasts" from stories and fantasies he's read in his life.
It's a dragon cock basically.
And as he keeps fucking him Childe will feel him sliding something into him, small eggs that will grow in side later ]
[ childe doesn't mind the laughter, cruel though it might be. it's kind of a turn on, if he's being honest, because scaramouche is the alpha, his alpha, and he's chosen him to breed. the thought of him choosing someone else crosses his mind briefly and he catches himself growling in jealousy. he manages to curb that though, because he should be thankful that he's getting dicked down. ]
Look at me. Just... just look at me, only me. I'm a slut for your cock, I need it, I... I need it, Scaramouche.
[ childe swears under his breath as he almost comes again, simply because scaramouche is changing himself to be able to breed him. he cries out, sound swirling into a groan as he thrusts back against him in an attempt to meet his pace. ] All of them. I'll take each and every one of you have to give me. Don't give them to anybody else. Me, just me!
[ Childe really must be into this whole breeding kink if he's reacting like that to this. Well, it's fine, he's going to play along and have the time of his life doing it. ]
Now you're playing jealous?
[ he keeps filling him with eggs as he fucks him, one after the other, giving him no respite even after those eggs start growing inside of him, and already he's picturing it - the bulge that will grow in size even more than just from his cock, the way Childe is going to release those eggs, how he's going to enjoy the entire deal.
The idea alone is enough that he's already feeling himself at the edge, and the way he's fucking Childe is not helping with that. He feels so hot and tight around his cock and now he wonders if he'll get loose after he's done with the eggs ]
Finally you're where you belong. Right under me, getting fucked while you - beg for me to breed you.
...jealous, I can't help it. I'm greedy and I want you. IwantyouIwantyou. [ and he knows that doesn't make a lick of fucken sense, since he's not exclusive by ANY means, but he can't help but feel territorial about all of his lovers. ] Full, Scara, feeling so... so full already. [ childe groans, trying to move a hand to his stomach to caress it as it starts to swell. ] How... how many? How many, Scara, are inside of me?
[ childe is on edge too, and on the cusp of coming again, but he manages to avoid doing so, because the thought of coming along with scaramouche seems nothing short of blissful. ]
I, hah, yeah, beneath you, being bred, full of... full of you and... [ he's not making much sense, but he also doesn't give a shit. ] More, Sc- Scara...
[ And of course it's a number he picked deliberately, for the significance it has to Childe. It's only right that he would birth 11 eggs for him now, isn't it? Childe won't have to beg for long, because between how absolutely sinful he looks and how Scaramouche is fucking him, it really doesn't take him much longer to come, filling Childe in with his cum. His seed.
He pulls back, catching his breath as he looks in awe at the state Childe is in right now ]
Now you're truly fully of me — aren't you? With that amount you must be properly bred now, mmm?
[ childe huffs a laugh, because in spite of the haze that’s filled his head the significance of the number isn’t lost on him. he yanks scaramouche down for a kiss, keeping his hand on his stomach as it swells even further with the addition of his cum. ] Scara, [ murmured against his lips as he joins him in coming, coating the underside of his bulging belly. ]
Do you… like how I look, is it good enough, I’ll… I’ll take more if I have to. [ anything to please him, and keep that delightfully sinful smile on his lips. ] Feel… incredible. So full and so bred… so happy… [ he tugs scaramouche close. ] Feel them, eleven eggs, all ours. [ he’s a bit uncoordinated, but he manages to take his hand and press it into his gut. ]
[ this is starting to feel like it has to be more than just a fantasy, but it's hot as hell, and he likes it. There's another quiet laugh, and he kisses him again, delighted to see him so happy with his eggs. ]
That's right, they're all ours.
[ he'll press his palm against his belly, taking his time to enjoy the feel of it. This was truly the best idea he's ever had ]
You look breathtaking like this, my dearest Tartaglia. Bred and full of my eggs, so happy to be mine.
[ it’s plush, skin taut, but all that cum has formed a cushion to the eggs. if he presses hard enough he’ll be able to feel the individual shapes of each of the eleven. childe holds his hand there, basking in the feeling of being so perfectly full. ] Scaramouche. [ he kisses him, desperate and edging on needy. ] Finally… bred. I have never felt so… so… Scaramouche. [ and he just continues to kiss him until he’s breathless, holding him closely, because he’s his. ] Let me clean you up. I’ll show you I’m the best mate.
[ this is just!!! delightful!!! He loves that, the way he says finally, how satisfied he is. So this is something none of his other partners can give him. He wonders if he could get him addicted to this, so he could truly be his and his alone. ]
How cute.
But I already know you are. I chose you to bear my eggs, didn't I?
[ all signs point to probably. the feeling is intoxicating and he’s still hung over on how thoroughly fucked he is. ] …you did, [ he pecks him again, this time softly. ] thank you. [ he shifts, a lot more effort than he would have imagined needed to sit up. he grunts, keeping a hand on his stomach as he catches his breath. ] Sit. let me clean your cock. [ getting on his hands and knees his stomach rubs on the floor, making him shudder as he fluffs up, intent on doing anything and everything to please scara. ]
[ he sits down as he's asking, his eyes taking in the image of Childe so full of eggs his stomach is rubbing on the floor, and he wonders if maybe that was a little too much - but given how nicely he reacted to the number, he feels like it was just right. ]
Come here. Clean me up like the good little slut you are.
[ scaramouche had chosen a good number! he takes his cock in hand to steady him, lapping at the head and clearing it of any cum. ] Look at how big you are, Scara, the perfect breeding machine. [ and he licks a stripe up its length. ] Do you like how I look like this, bred, full, and on the verge of birthing?
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Now who's the one - getting bred?
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He's going to bring his hand to Childe's cock, jerking him off fast and rough, keeping the same pace of his thrust and trying to get him to come. He himself is not so far, and with one final thrust, he ends up coming inside him, slumping against him immediately after ]
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A--aah ... I just finished fucking you and you still want more? How greedy.
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[ It's a dream, after all. But he will pull back, off of him and instead lower himself so he can start trailing kisses down from his chest to his stomach, paying attention to some of those purple veins ]
But if you really want to be bred so bad I wonder if I could make it happen.
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You... think so? [ looks intrigued. ] Do it then, Scara, breed me.
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Mmm. But if I breed you, you will have to give birth for me. You'll do that, right? Give me a spectacle worth watching.
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He'd like to keep sucking him off for a while more, but this isn't the time - he promised to breed him after all. So he will move away, but make sure to bring his other leg over his shoulder as well, hands going to the back of his knees to bend him, ass in the air and exposing his hole. Good thing he knows Childe is flexible. ]
I'm going to pump you full of eggs. You're going to be so full for me, and after I'm done I'll just fill you up again.
Over. and over. again.
From now on, you're my bitch, Tartaglia.
[ And that's all he says before he pushes inside of him. He's considering changing his anatomy as well, so he can feed the fantasy of breeding him a little better, but not yet. He's always enjoying it when Childe shifts while inside of him and so, he'll do the same ]
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Yes yes yes yes. Scaramouche, [ he trails into a whine, already hard again as he feels his body slipping into its heat cycle. whether he did it without realizing it or the thought of being bred spurred it on suddenly he doesn’t know, but he can’t think of anything else but getting stuff full of scaramouche’s eggs. ] I’m… heat just for you, I’m ready, so ready for you to fill me. I’m your bitch, mate me, fill me up until I can’t take it anymore.
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There's a laugh, a little cruel and a touch unhinged, at seeing Childe so desperate for him. ]
You already came and I barely even slid into you, what a hungry cockslut. Just look at you.
[ His voice is on the edge of breathlessness as he rocks into him, setting out a punishing pace from the get go and moving his hands to his ankles to keep him into position. It's only after a few more minutes of that he finally does shift his own anatomy, increasing his size and taking inspiration from the shape of "magical beasts" from stories and fantasies he's read in his life.
It's a dragon cock basically.
And as he keeps fucking him Childe will feel him sliding something into him, small eggs that will grow in side later ]
I wonder — how many you'll be able to take.
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Look at me. Just... just look at me, only me. I'm a slut for your cock, I need it, I... I need it, Scaramouche.
[ childe swears under his breath as he almost comes again, simply because scaramouche is changing himself to be able to breed him. he cries out, sound swirling into a groan as he thrusts back against him in an attempt to meet his pace. ] All of them. I'll take each and every one of you have to give me. Don't give them to anybody else. Me, just me!
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Now you're playing jealous?
[ he keeps filling him with eggs as he fucks him, one after the other, giving him no respite even after those eggs start growing inside of him, and already he's picturing it - the bulge that will grow in size even more than just from his cock, the way Childe is going to release those eggs, how he's going to enjoy the entire deal.
The idea alone is enough that he's already feeling himself at the edge, and the way he's fucking Childe is not helping with that. He feels so hot and tight around his cock and now he wonders if he'll get loose after he's done with the eggs ]
Finally you're where you belong. Right under me, getting fucked while you - beg for me to breed you.
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[ childe is on edge too, and on the cusp of coming again, but he manages to avoid doing so, because the thought of coming along with scaramouche seems nothing short of blissful. ]
I, hah, yeah, beneath you, being bred, full of... full of you and... [ he's not making much sense, but he also doesn't give a shit. ] More, Sc- Scara...
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[ And of course it's a number he picked deliberately, for the significance it has to Childe. It's only right that he would birth 11 eggs for him now, isn't it? Childe won't have to beg for long, because between how absolutely sinful he looks and how Scaramouche is fucking him, it really doesn't take him much longer to come, filling Childe in with his cum. His seed.
He pulls back, catching his breath as he looks in awe at the state Childe is in right now ]
Now you're truly fully of me — aren't you? With that amount you must be properly bred now, mmm?
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Do you… like how I look, is it good enough, I’ll… I’ll take more if I have to. [ anything to please him, and keep that delightfully sinful smile on his lips. ] Feel… incredible. So full and so bred… so happy… [ he tugs scaramouche close. ] Feel them, eleven eggs, all ours. [ he’s a bit uncoordinated, but he manages to take his hand and press it into his gut. ]
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That's right, they're all ours.
[ he'll press his palm against his belly, taking his time to enjoy the feel of it. This was truly the best idea he's ever had ]
You look breathtaking like this, my dearest Tartaglia. Bred and full of my eggs, so happy to be mine.
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How cute.
But I already know you are. I chose you to bear my eggs, didn't I?
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[ he sits down as he's asking, his eyes taking in the image of Childe so full of eggs his stomach is rubbing on the floor, and he wonders if maybe that was a little too much - but given how nicely he reacted to the number, he feels like it was just right. ]
Come here. Clean me up like the good little slut you are.
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