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[ 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.

Edited 2021-11-02 22:17 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

If only I could keep you like this forever ...

[ 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?

I do.

[ he lets out a soft, pleased sigh as Chile works on cleaning his cock, his hand immediately going to the back of his head, stroking it gently like he's praising him ]

I made this cock just for you, you know. To satisfy and breed you, and give you all the eggs you deserve. Are you happy to finally be able to lay eggs? It looks like you've been waiting for a long time.

[ he shuts his eyes and smiles, inclining his head and leaning up against his hand. his ears twitch, tails swaying to relay how happy he is. ] … [ he goes silent at that, marveling the cock made for him for an extra few seconds, before giving it a kiss. ] I am. I don’t know if it happens to everybody, probably not, but on choosing my animal I feel like some of my baser instincts just kind of… kicked into overdrive. I’m sure it sounds stupid, but I could tell I changed, even if just a little bit… [ his corruptions also haven’t helped. ] But since then I have thought about it. Breeding someone or getting bred… scratching that impossible itch… But now. [ he crawls closer, climbing into scaramouche’s lap and squishing his belly between them as he loops his arms around his neck. ] This is ours. I don’t want to share it. Promise me this is ours, Scaramouche. Our special secret. [ captures his lips in a kiss that’s full of fire. ]

[ Oh. This is a little dangerous. If he's giving him something only he can have, it's going to feel more than just a convenient fuck, won't it? Luckily Childe doesn't require him to answer - not with how he caputres his lips and starts kissing him. He kisses him back with that same fervor, his hand going to the small of his back, keeping it there as pulls him close, enjoying the feeling of him against him ]

You can breed whoever you want.

But if you let someone breed you, actually breed you, I will get angry, all right?

[ smiles against his lips, but it swiftly turns into a frown, like he’s been reprimanded, but it’s only because he feels bad, ] I don’t want to see you angry again. [ he sinks into his lap, mostly, ass up high because his stomach keeps him from laying down on him properly. ] Just you, Scaramouche. [ and he sits up suddenly to kiss him again, looking delighted. ] No one else can fill me like this. [ and he twists around to lay on his back, staring up at him. ]

That's right. I'm the only one who can breed you, Tartaglia.

[ he smiles at the sight, at how incredibly lewd he looks right now, laying on his back, exposing him just like that. ]

Come on then now. Aren't you eager to lay those eggs for me?

I am. I want to be right here, Scaramouche, in your arms. [ he reaches back to loop his arms around his neck, tugging him down at a bit of awkward angle for another kiss. it’s interrupted by a groan, his hands flying to his stomach as he shifts uncomfortably. ] Six. [ childe whines, spreading his legs as a splash of cum leaks out. ] I’m ready. I’m ready, Scara. [ his hole twitches, face twisting as one of the eggs starts widening his hole enough to slide right out. it brings with it some more cum, childe’s breath hitching as he reaches down to finger himself open. ] I’m… Im getting hard again, Scara. This feels weird and good and… good.

[ Childe's not the only one getting hard again. He laughs, amused at the sight and enjoying every moment of it, making sure to look closely ]

Hahah! Look at that. You're getting them out and getting off of it. You're so beautiful, so breedable and only mine to.

That was just one, you know. Will your hole even be able to take the rest?

[ childe looks a bit embarrassed, especially as scaramouche tries getting a closer look, but then he swiftly realizes, no, it’s fine… this is his mate, his alpha, and this is something he should be able to see if he so desires. ] It feels good, so good, and I want more… [ he digs his nails into scara’s thighs as he forces another one out, nearly coming, because it feels like he’s edging himself. ] Nine more, and yes yes yesss, I’ll make sure to do it. You won’t be disappointed. [ he finally comes again, throwing his head back to cry out loudly and lewdly when the sixth egg comes out. ] Scara… tired, I’m getting tired…

Edited 2021-11-02 23:53 (UTC)

[ he'll lean in to kiss the side of his head, shushing him and bringing his hand over his stomach, caressing it lightly ]

You're doing just fine. Just a little bit more and you'll have given birth to all of them. It feels good, doesn't it?

[ he'll apply some pressure on his stomach, trying to help the process along ]

Just let yourself give in to the pleasure.

It does. It feels so good. I don’t want it to stop, Scara, I’m just… I’m tired. [ he turns his head to kiss him, but instead groans as pressure is applied to his stomach. more cum spills out, an egg following suit, and his hole is stretched open further. he pants, face flushed red with beads of sweat forming on his brow as another push nets them another egg. he comes dry this time, shuddering as he works hard to get the rest of them out… the last joining the sticky pile with a resounding plop. ] …now, now I feel too empty. [ he complains, sitting up slow, so he can gather the eggs into his arms and then ferociously attack scaramouche with kisses. ]

[ he'll kiss him back immediately, and he's definitely tempted to fill him up again - if not with eggs, definitely with his cock. ]

If you want to be full again, I can be inside of you for as long as you want.

Let me ride your dick, Scaramouche, as you fill me up all over again, [ he sets the eggs aside, so he can cup his cheeks. ] but don’t leave me. Breed me again, but keep me stuffed full of your cock, your come, your eggs. I want that, I want to feel so full and so close to you. [ brings his tails around him, providing a bit of a fluffy cushion to his back. ] I’ll give you a nice view.

That's going to be a long, long dream if you want me to keep you filled up, Eleven.

[ but he still tugs him close ]

Are you sure you can take that?

Who says I’m interested in seeing it end, … [ he gives him a sharp smile, eyes glinting dangerously. ] Of course I can take it.

…but when the dream finally does end will you come to Wild City and spend the rest of the night with me?

... Should you be asking me that? [ a pause, and then ] I'll come.

Yes. [ rocks into him. ] And good. [ kisses him, biting his lip. ] Now what are you waiting for, Scaramouche?

[ he's going to bring his hand to his hips, holding onto him as he shifts position, letting his cock slide between Childe's cheek, teasing him like that for a few times before he finally aligns himself against his hole, pushing into him shortly after ]

Aah ... it is loose after all. Those eggs sure opened you up.

[ childe flushes a deep dark red. ] Sc- Scaramouche, don't... [ bring attention to it, though any complaints are swiftly lost to a moan as he sinks back into him. ] You gave me so many. [ he takes his shoulders in hand and starts riding him. ] But I still feel good right, the best, ..?

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