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Grace watched Simon from across the room. The house was small enough that Ryland could almost see his partner from anywhere.
It was a blessing and a curse. Simon looked beautiful in the setting sun of their dome. His dark hair was tied back and his movements were graceful. Grace couldn’t help but admire him. Especially when Simon was in his stupid little chest harness thing. Grace didn't even know what it was for. Maybe it was specifically engineered to drive Ryland crazy. Especially since Simon had been so... Grace tore his hungry eyes away from his husband and looked back at his notebook, scribbling another thought. The pop of oil in the pan and clinking of metal was a nice background noise. If only Grace could focus on his musings and not take peaks at his mate’s muscular back.
Simon had taken a liking to cooking and was naturally amazing at it. It was a blessing, since Ryland knew his chef skills left much to be desired. The problem with cooking was that it made the kitchen hot. Simon wasn't worried about being unguarded in their home. Whenever he felt the need, he stripped off his shirt without a second thought. It was an amazing sign of trust, but it left Grace to stew in his growing lust. He tucked his notebook in between his teeth. The nibbling helped quell his neediness. Unfortunately, it only made him want to bite his husband's golden skin. In fact, a few of his marks were visible on Simon’s shoulder. Grace’s teeth indented his book’s cover.
Granted, Ryland didn’t think his horniness was entirely his fault. Recently his partner had been…different. Not in a bad way, just intense. On the first day, Grace joked that Simon was in his cycle. Now, he didn’t think it was a joke. Especially since he noticed the growing pouch in Simon’s lower abdomen. Anyone else would be fooled into thinking it was just a bit of fat, but Grace knew fat didn’t grow that fast. One day, it wasn’t there, the next day it was. Grace wanted to examine the lump, but Simon seemed intent on ignoring it. Or maybe the man didn’t notice his changing physique. He was too focused trying to fuck Grace’s brains out. Ryland looked at his notes. Between bouts of sex and food, Grace tried to compile his findings and thoughts.
They knew Simon wasn't human, at least genetically.
The road to testing had taken a lot of talking and trust. It had been half an Earth year since they tied the knot- or bracelets. That was enough time for Simon to get comfortable. Grace held his husband’s hand as his blood was drawn by Eridian scientists.
The findings were astounding.
For starters, Simon’s genome was a hybrid mutation of human, eel, fish, and…something that couldn't be identified. It was unlike anything Ryland had seen before. The next discovery shocked all of them. Simon had eggs. The man had a womb. It was nonfunctional, from what they could tell, but still held a clutch of eggs.
Simon initially did not take the news well. The insecurities he had been silently dealing with bubbled to the surface. There were tears, some screaming. Ryland let him get it all out. He had to explain to Rocky why Simon was reacting the way he was. Eridian’s were hermaphroditic. Ryland had to give him and the other scientists a human biology lesson. Grace then comforted Simon. While his husband calmed down, Rocky began to excitedly tell Simon how they could have pebbles at the same time. To Grace’s shock, that perked Simon up. He listened with rapt attention as Rocky began to talk of children. Simon eventually joined in. Adrian spoke of their and Rocky’s plans to try for an egg.
Simon’s melancholy was forgotten.
Grace just sat there as the three became giddy with baby fever. He let them gush, not wanting to ruin the mood by pointing out that they didn’t know if Simon’s eggs were viable. Hell, could they get them out. Would Simon need surgery? That also brought up the problem of an artificial womb.
Thankfully, the trio thought of that. Adrian and Rocky declared they would help make an incubator. The rest of the day was spent designing and tinkering. It all happened so fast that Grace’s head spun.
“Now just need eggs out Simon!” Rocky declared, when all was finished.
That made everything pause. Adrian and Rocky were understanding. Simon didn’t want to go under a knife, not now, not yet. When they left the lab, Simon was in high spirits and Grace was dumbfounded. All things considered, the day had gone better than he had expected.
They settled back into their usual routines. Erid grew hotter and the sun grew bright. The Taumoeba seemed to be working overtime. As the heat rose, so did the chatter on the planet. Finally, one day, Rocky knocked on their door to share the exciting news.
“It is cycle time!” Rocky announced. He told Ryland that he and Adrian were going to try for an egg. The formation of pebbles was definitely a process. The mates each laid an egg and hoped they would combine to make their child. No wonder Rocky screamed when Grace explained how human babies were made.
The Eridian year was only 45 Earth days. Apparently every year, the cycle occurred, but not every mated pair participated.
“Pebbles hard to make. Need right conditions. Need luck,” Rocky explained, “Astrophage made very hard.” That's when Grace learned that the sun played an important role in Eridian breeding. The eggs needed heat and light. Rocky mournfully told him of the eggs that never fused or those that fused who didn't hatch. Rocky asked for a hug after. Grace held him close and even pressed a kiss to Rocky’s suit. The Eridian trilled and shook off his sadness.
“But now sun is bright! Perfect for pebbles!” Rocky cheered. He seemed intent on making sure Grace and Simon would be well taken care of before the cycle began. “Rocky and Adrian be busy. Very busy. Simon and Grace be alone.” He then proceeded to tease Ryland about how happy Simon looked to hear that. The Eridian insisted, “Grace and Simon try too!” The Eridian then began rambling about their children playing together. “Simon in cycle. Must try! Please try, statement! Rocky and Adrian pebble play with Simon and Grace pebble! Teach pebbles to swim! Simon and Grace, please try! Works of encouragement!” By the time Grace got Rocky to the biodome door, his face was bright red.
After Rocky left, Simon threw Grace over his shoulder. The man carried him across the beach and into their house. Maybe Rocky was right, maybe Simon did have a cycle.
The man had been insatiable.
Grace’s theories on why were half-baked and Simon didn't seem intent on helping his research. The man just claimed that all the baby talk had gotten to him and that it was a week to themselves.
Grace didn't buy it, especially with that mysterious pouch. Something biological was going on. He felt compelled to get down to the bottom of it.
Simon's prayers had become more frequent. He had even slipped into desperate pleading in English. Ryland looked at his notes. He couldn't get to his lab, so theories would have to do. The scientist was mostly surprised by his own stamina. Grace knew it wasn't just from his own lust. He had six orgasms in one day, two back to back. That was unheard of for him. It was like he had fallen into heat with Simon.
Maybe that was it. Ryland racked his brain to remember anything from marine biology. Granted, Simon was part alien, eldritch horror fish-eel, not some Earthly combination. He did know most sea creatures had spawning seasons. Mostly once a year. It was the Eridian equivalent of summer. Hell, that was why Rocky and Adrian were mating.
Grace gnawed on his pen. That meant Simon's eggs were viable, even if it appeared there was no way to access them. Were they causing it? They had to be, but that didn't answer Grace’s returned ferocity. He tried to parse when the urge would change from his own want to something more.
After kissing.
Was Simon's saliva doing it? Grace remembered when Simon came in his mouth that morning. The fluid tasted sweeter than it had before. Not to mention the intense heat in his gut that followed. It made Ryland finish in his pajama pants. He had only gotten peeks at Simon’s recent production of semen, but he knew it was different than it had been before. More clear and clingier. The scientist wondered if his husband would let him collect some fluids to study. Grace nibbled on his pen and wondered how to broach the subject.
“I can hear you thinking,” Simon teased and wiped his hands on his apron. He turned off the stove and placed the pan to the side. His adorable mate was curled up on the couch. Ryland loved balling himself up. Simon admired his ruffled blond hair and askew glasses. There was a growing blush on the man’s face. It made Simon’s stomach tighten. For days he had felt… odd, but he refused to dwell on it. If his mutated body wanted to fuck his husband stupid, who was he to stop it? Especially since Grace wasn’t complaining. The man met Simon’s lust with his own. They were having a grand time trying to defy nature. Hell, maybe they could.
Grace groaned at the sight of the apron. Fuck, when did Simon put that on? Ryland didn't know he had a thing for the hot house husband look, but very little surprised him now. Turns out he was a bit of a freak. Who knew? Grace wondered if he should ask for a sample now, before they got distracted again. The only problem was that the overwhelming lust only happened at specific times. The aphrodisiac didn't come about from chaste pecks. Ryland realized Simon may not have control over its release, but his mood did affect it. When Simon wanted to leisurely share gentle kisses, there was no overwhelming heat. Grace would need to rile Simon up to get a sample. Ryland quickly wrote that down. He then began to brainstorm how he could do it without getting distracted himself.
“What do we have here?” Simon snatched the notebook from his angel. Grace gave him an adorable pout, but didn't try to get it back. Simon scanned the open pages. He squinted at the ramblings. His eyes went wide. “Are you studying me?!” It wasn't shocking per se but it did make his chest tighten. Maybe Ryland wasn’t enjoying himself. Was he just going along for the ride for some data? A hurt carved opened Simon’s chest. He gripped the book until it creaked. “Guess you would like being married to a freak,” he said bitterly and tossed the notebook next to Grace. Tears flooded his eyes and he tried to blink them away. “Fuck,” he hissed and rubbed his face. Why was he crying? His stomach churned and twisted.
Grace immediately felt like an ass. He knew Simon's moods had been turned up to eleven. Ryland internally kicked himself for not explaining himself before Simon read his theories. He stood from the couch and gently cupped Simon’s face. The man refused to look at him, ashamed of his emotions. That wouldn’t do. “Sweetheart, I like being married to you.” That got the man to look at him. “I just…I've been thinking about…” Grace bit his lip, wondering how to word what he was feeling. Simon was looking at him with those gorgeous black eyes. They made Grace confess, “About…what you pray for… and what Rocky suggested.”
Simon went from forlorn to hungry in a millisecond. “Angel,” he purred and grabbed Ryland by the waist. The teacher giggled as he was whisked off his feet. Simon kissed the smile from his lips and put the man back on the couch, climbing into his lap. He could feel Grace's cock hardening underneath him. “You want my seed?” he teased and nipped at the man's bottom lip. He could taste the blood building up under Grace’s skin. It made Simon growl. He wanted to taste it. He needed to. Simon bit down harder, making Ryland gasp. Blood exploded on his tongue. Heat coursed through him. “Angel,” he whimpered and dove in, shoving his tongue in the man's awaiting mouth. Grace grabbed his ass and pulled him closer. Simon braced one of his arms on the back of the couch. His other hand grabbed Grace’s hair. “Want you,” he confessed into the kiss, “wanna breed you.” Ryland gasped and shook with a full body shudder. Simon pulled back to slip off his apron. Before he could continue, Grace pressed a hand to his chest. Simon whined at the contact.
“W-wait!” Ryland gasped. Fuck, his mouth was tingling. His cock was pulsing. Blood rushed through his veins like a rocket. He wanted to forget his questions. He wanted to let pleasure whisk him away again. His curiosity won out, for now. Grace managed to wiggle from under Simon. He wouldn't be able to focus with the man touching him. Ryland whined as soon as he was away. He grabbed his clothed cock and squeezed his eyes tight. “Give me a second!” he begged through grit teeth. Grace took a deep breath. None of his thoughts were on the right track. All he wanted to do was let the man bend him over. A shiver ran down his spine. That idea was tantalizing. He finally looked at Simon. The man's chest was heaving. He had a white knuckle grip on his discarded apron. Grace walked back till his back was to the wall, “I- shoot, I want to…” He licked his lips, tasting the mix of Simon and blood. Ryland realized he was going to ruin his pants.
“What do you want, angel?” Simon asked. Grace's eyes roamed his uncovered chest. It made the ex-con chuckle. “Want the full experience?” He got up and began stalking toward his husband. “Want me to seed you properly?” he asked. Simon grabbed his cock through his pants. Grace's eyes shot down to it. “EDEN had flaws, but we knew how to breed,” he purred.
Grace let the wall catch him. His knees were too weak to support him. “Shoot, Simon,” he panted. The heat in his gut turned into an inferno. He whined when Simon pressed against him. The man was burning up. Another symptom? Ryland looked at the man’s chest. The marks he had left look so beautiful. Some were still red, others purpling. He wanted to leave more. He wanted to scratch and bite. God, he felt like an animal. Simon pressed his forehead against Grace’s. They were both panting. It made Ryland’s glasses fog.
“What did you call it?” Simon asked, placing his hand on Grace’s hip. His fingers slipped under the man’s shirt, causing his angel to moan. Simon loved how vibrant blushes looked on Grace. His angel looked like a tomato. He couldn’t help but tease the man. “When we talked about EDEN and Earth? Something exchange?”
Ryland whimpered as Simon began rubbing his side. Every touch was electric. God, he was sensitive. He swallowed, throat clicking loudly. “Cultural exchange,” Grace answered.
“Yeah. Cultural exchange.” Simon chuckled, “Let’s do that. Let me show you how we make life.” He pulled Grace to him, chest to chest.
“You haven’t been?” Ryland tried to tease back. Unfortunately, he sounded too needy for it to land right.
“No,” Simon admitted. “EDEN’s way is a whole ritual. Praying. Fucking. Making sure you’re full and dripping with my seed.” Grace shut his eyes then took a deep, shaky breath. Simon loved how much the man tried to hold back. A hedonist who enjoyed denying himself. His angel was a paradox. It made Simon want to turn him around and fuck him against the wall.
Grace looked down at the growing wet spot in his lounge pants. Screw it. Simon was in his spawning season. The Eridians were in their cycles. When in Rome. He nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Show me how it's done in EDEN.” Simon smiled so wide that his outer teeth shifted. Grace touched the pouch on Simon’s stomach. It was hot under his hand. “Tell me more about your culture, Mr. Grace.” Simon growled, pupils blown. The man captured Ryland’s mouth in a hungry kiss. The scientist moaned and let himself be pulled away from the wall. Ryland wrapped his arms and legs around Simon as he was whisked away to the bedroom.
Simon moaned as he savored the taste of Grace on his tongue. His angel was whining into a pillow. Grace’s frantic hands were clawing at bedding and tugging it loose. Simon gave the man's plump cheek a slap. The responding gasp was muffled. It made the weight in Simon’s stomach heavier. For days, the ache was only numbed by orgasms. Now, it had turned into a low vibration deep in his gut. He wanted. He didn’t know what, but he did.
Simon opened his eyes. While he was disappointed he couldn't see Grace’s face, the scientist wanted authenticity. EDEN’s rituals were very detailed. To create life was a privilege, and it needed to be done correctly. The tantalizing arch in Ryland’s back made Simon's cock pulse. He wanted to plunge into the man and bury his seed deep. Ryland was perfect. His angel was perfect. The vibrations intensified. Something was shifting, but he ignored it. He had a mate to breed.
Simon pressed a sloppy kiss on Grace’s fluttering hole. It clenched against his lips. “Angel,” he purred, “so good for me.” A hiccup made him realize Grace was crying. He loved when the man got overwhelmed with pleasure. Simon wanted to push him further. He dived back in and shoved his tongue into Ryland’s hole. The scientist wailed, letting out choked moans and sobs. Grace’s legs spasmed, toes curling. Simon grabbed the man’s trembling thighs. Despite Grace's own muscles, he was so easy to manipulate under Simon's hands. The ex-con knew that was something the scientist enjoyed. Grace loved being manhandled. His angel even sometimes tested that strength, wiggling and trying to get away from Simon's grasp.
He never made it far.
“Simon! Wait! Oh-,” Ryland whimpered into the pillow. He hiccuped and couldn’t stop trying to shift his hips. He wanted away. He wanted more. Grace groaned as Simon found his prostate. A string of precum connected the tip of his cock to the sheets. The sensation was so lewd and foreign that it made his face burn with humiliation. Speaking of burning. Simon was a furnace. The man's temperature had been high for days. Grace was perplexed how the fever seemingly had no effect on his husband. Well, no effect aside from random bouts of horniness. Simon's fiery tongue licked over his prostate. Pressing, swiping, and flicking over the bundle of nerves. Grace cried out and desperately wanted to grab his weeping cock. Why did Simon have to be so good at taking him apart? His stomach fluttered and ached. Simon's aphrodisiac wasn’t helping. Grace wondered how the fuck he was going to get a sample. Simon used the hold on his thighs to move him back and forth. The combination of licking and thrusting turned his body into a livewire. Grace tried to warn, “I’m close! I-”
“You need to,” Simon gave Grace’s hole another sloppy kiss. He took his right hand off of Grace and spat on it. His angel whimpered at the sound. Simon grabbed the man’s dick. Ryland smashed his face into their bedding, causing the mattress to squeak. His angel wailed. The muffled noises drove Simon wild. He stroked the man’s cock at a frantic pace. “The bearer has to orgasm before you bed them,” Simon recited. “It opens the womb.” He shoved his tongue back into Grace's hole.
Ryland screamed, thighs shaking as he came in Simon’s hand. He smothered his face into the linens, shortly cutting off his airflow. It prolonged his orgasm and made his body lock up. Simon didn’t stop stroking him. Ryland jerked and flailed. He lifted his face up and gasped into the air, “Simon!” Grace panted, “please, please! Wait-” Ryland hiccuped, tongue suddenly heavy. It felt like his brain was leaking out of his ears. His hole was throbbing, pulsing in time with his rapid heartbeat. The aphrodisiac? It hadn’t made him this sensitive before. Was it getting more potent? Grace yelped as Simon's tongue left him. The humid air felt like ice on his burning skin.
“Shh,” Simon soothed and gave Grace’s hole a final kiss. “It's alright, angel. It's okay,” he cooed as he slowed his strokes to a stop. Simon looked at the cum drenching his fingers. He fought the urge to suck them clean. Instead, he slipped them into Grace. His angel winced, but didn't protest. Simon purposely avoided the man's prostate. He wanted Grace overwhelmed, but not hurting. As he fingered the still twitching man, he explained, “Child-bearing is a burden. Those that carry it out deserve this pleasure before enduring.” Simon pistoned his fingers. His cock was begging to be buried in the tight heat around them. Simon licked the taste of Grace off his lips. Ryland began meeting his fingers. He supposed the sensitivity was gone. Simon smiled and brushed the man’s prostate.
Grace cried, “Simon!” It got a chuckle from the man behind him. Ryland wished he could articulate himself, but only half formed babbles escaped his lips. Fuck, he wanted more. He wanted Simon's cock. His stomach was burning. He couldn’t think. Simon was taking every thought from him. “Simon! Need it,” he finally managed to beg. Grace arched his back and spread his knees. It gave him better leverage to fuck back on his husband's fingers. “Need it. Need it. Please. Please!”
Simon groaned. His cock was twitching in anticipation. The weight in his stomach shifted down. It sat heavy in his mons pubis. Mons pubis, God, Grace was rubbing off on him. Stupid, sexy, beautiful scientist and his stupid formal textbook words. Simon looked down and noticed the skin of his pelvis looked swollen. Not big enough to snuff out his lust, but definitely noticeable now. Before, it looked like a bit of fat on his stomach. Now it was a noticeable…thing inside him. Ryland whined, hips moving enticingly. That immediately washed away any thoughts other than his husband. “So eager,” Simon purred and pulled his fingers out of the man. He used his messy hand to stroke his own cock. Grace’s cum and fluids made his fist slick. It set Simon’s stomach alight. The burn made his mouth dry and his hips buck. He looked down at the swollen part of his pelvis. The expanded skin was now red. Simon tried to focus on the changes to his body, but Ryland was whining again. “Fuck,” he growled and grabbed his mate’s hips, pulling him back. The man yelped and looked over his shoulder. Grace’s cheeks were glistening with tears. His blue eyes glittered in the low light of their room. Beautiful. His angel was so beautiful. Simon pressed the head of his cock to Ryland’s hole. “Ask,” he commanded.
Grace whined. He looked Simon in the eye. “Please,” he whispered. Simon tilted his head, as if considering. The man’s flesh hand came down on his ass. The crack echoed in Ryland’s ears. The pleasured-pain made the scientist moan. He wiggled his hips, feeling the tease of Simon’s cock head against his hole. “Please!” he cried and panted against the sheets. “Please, Simon, fuck me!” That only got him another smack. It made Grace grit his teeth. His cock twitched, pulsing in renewed interest. What the hell did the man want? Another smack made fresh tears fill his eyes.
“Properly,” Simon ordered. The hum in his body was growing, even his hands were shaking. He leaned over Grace, placing his hands on the bed. Ryland stared at his braceleted wrist. His angel moved forward and kissed the metal. Grace then looked back at Simon. Those blue eyes had a haze that the ex-con knew well. Ryland was in his happy place. It melted Simon’s heart. He couldn’t keep up his demanding tone. Ryland made him weak. Desperate, weak, and oh so in love. “Angel, did you forget?” Grace nodded. Simon went down to his elbows. He peppered kisses on the man’s face. Ryland’s face was so warm. Simon let out a trill. The noise was new, but he couldn’t focus on it. He clicked and chirped, laying a few more kisses. Grace made his own little high-pitched noises. Simon pressed a final kiss to Ryland’s temple. He then recited the bearer's plea into the man’s ear.
Grace whined and squeezed his eyes shut. God, he could feel the rush of blood in his face. No doubt it was bright red. The teacher reminded himself that he had asked for this. He wanted this. He had dreamed of this. Ryland swallowed his humiliation. He rose up on his elbows. Ryland bullied Simon’s head to the side. If Simon got to whisper filth in his ear, Grace would return the favor. He nibbled the man’s ear lobe. His husband shuddered, letting out a chirp. Ryland smiled. At least he could give the man a bit of his own medicine. “Seed me, Simon. Plant it deep in me. Make it take root,” Grace begged, “Breed me.”
Simon was drooling. He didn’t care to wipe it away. The man sat up again. He grabbed his cock and guided it into his mate. His husband. His angel. His Grace.
His.
Simon moaned. He looked up at the ceiling and thanked a God he didn't believe in. Tight, wet heat enveloped him. It squeezed and pulsed around his cock. No matter how many times Simon took him, Grace was always a vice. The feeling made him lightheaded. “Angel,” he whimpered. He fully sank into Ryland. It caused the swollen part of his pelvis to press against Grace. Simon doubled over. His breath hitched. Chirps made his throat jump. Tears flooded his eyes. “Love you. I love you,” he sniffled. His mind fogged. “Love you so much. Love you, angel,” he hiccuped. Simon gripped his mate's hips. He looked down. The swollen part of his pelvis was throbbing. He thrust once. Simon’s mouth fell open, eyes rolling back. The feeling was intoxicating. Drool fell onto Grace's back. It rolled down his spine. Fuck. Simon noticed the pink tinge of his spit. He tried to follow that train of thought, but Ryland pulsed around him. Simon moaned anew, mind erasing any questions. More drool fell from his mouth. “Angel,” he whined. Simon felt like a beast. He groaned and looked down at his mate. Grace was looking at him from over his shoulder. His husband’s arms had given out. His wet face was pressed against their ruined pillow again. The blue of Ryland’s eyes were swallowed by the black of his pupils. They were wet and wanting. Simon grit his teeth and growled.
Ryland gripped the pillow, knuckles turning white. He felt Simon pulsing inside of him. Why wasn't his mate moving? Simon’s growl shook him to his core. Grace was about to beg again. He opened his mouth but that was when his husband began to thrust. “Oh my god!” he wailed. Simon's thrusts were ruthless. The iron grip on his hips left no room for Grace to escape. Ryland had no time to prepare himself. Simon had gone from 0 to 100 in a blink. The violent slap of their skin filled the room. Moans bounced off the walls and ricocheted into Grace’s ears. He grabbed his own hair and pulled.
Simon moaned as Ryland tightened around him. He watched as Grace tugged at his hair. “Angel,” Simon hissed, “so tight. So good. My angel.” He knew he wasn’t going to last long. It was all too much. All of his senses were drowning in pleasure. The swollen part of his pelvis was pressed with every thrust. Whatever the pouch was, it felt incredible. It was all pushing Simon close to the edge. Thankfully, he didn't need to abstain from finishing. The ritual called for three. “The first for passion. The second for purpose. The third for assurance,” he recited as the knot in his stomach tightened. “Three is the number of life.” Everything was sensitive. He could feel every hair on his body, every pore in his skin, every stream of blood in his veins. “Three makes one whole,” he rumbled. “Three to bear fruit,” Simon hiccuped. His head fell back in rapture.
Ryland yelped as he was fucked into the mattress. “What?” He couldn't comprehend Simon's cult babble at the moment. He let out a scream as Simon’s pace became frenzied. The man seemed intent on leaving his ass red from fucking. “I-” Ryland shuddered as Simon began to hammer his prostate. Grace bit his own arm. The flesh between his teeth was the only thing keeping his orgasm at bay. His stomach was pulsing. God. It felt so empty. His teeth broke skin. Iron filled his nose. Simon suddenly dropped to his elbows again. It made Grace yelp in shock. Simon grabbed his bitten arm and licked it clean of blood. The man slowed his pace. Simon sucked a bruise on the wound. Grace moaned. He blinked the tears from his eyes and clenched around Simon’s cock. The man let go of his arm. Simon panted like a dog. He then started his frantic pace again. Ryland wailed, “Simon!” The man forced Ryland's head to the side and pressed a kiss on his cheek. Grace was left panting into the growing humidity of their bedroom. Simon started making guttural noises in his ear. “Ar-are you?” Thankfully, Simon knew what he was going to ask.
“Yes, yes,” Simon answered, chasing his own pleasure. “Need to- Just one. I- I promise I'll- after,” he hiccuped and began to lose rhythm. His stomach was pulsing.
Faster, faster, faster.
Grace cried, “D-don't pull out!” His nails raked across the sheets. Simon shuddered above him. His hips snapped roughly before stilling. Simon's cock was deep. Ryland sighed as heat flooded his insides. Simon let out a ruined moan. Tiny thrusts followed, trying to push the spend impossibly deeper. Simon was whimpering in his ear, mumbling half formed prayers. The teacher pressed his forehead against his pillow. Every thrust pressed him deeper into the bedding. It caused short bursts of cutting off his air. Was he cumming? It felt like it, but nothing had left him. His cock was still hard and bobbing against his stomach. A dry orgasm? He can do that?! Grace screamed into the pillow a final time. Simon finally stilled, shaking against Grace. Ryland lifted his head up and gasped. He took in lungfuls of air. Oh, he was lightheaded. Grace tried to wipe the sweat from his brow on his pillow. “Fuck,” Ryland panted. He realized how hard he was trembling. Grace whined and willed his limbs to relax. It was hard. His body wanted more. It needed more. Yet, he was exhausted. The paradox made Grace’s mind spin. His cock pulsed, dripping on the bed.
Simon pressed kisses along the back of Grace's neck and down his spine. A bit of iron coated his tongue. Blood. Simon hissed and sat up again. The swollen part of his pelvis was now crimson. The realization didn’t linger. His mind was too focused on breeding. Simon looked down. The sight of his cock buried in Grace made him shudder. “Angel,” he whimpered as he slowly pulled out. Ryland tensed, trying to suck him back in. It almost made Simon forget about the ritual, but he knew that would disappoint Grace. He pulled out. The pop of his head leaving Ryland made him whine. Simon used his thumbs to spread the man’s fluttering hole. A thin trail of his and Grace’s spend was escaping. His own cum was…clearish? Why was it clear? Grace’s hole clenched around air. Once again, his brain went blank. Simon wanted to lick the man clean. He abstained, for now.
Grace hiccuped and let his head rest on the pillow. The spot below him was damp with tears and spit. Simon was caressing his ass like it was a long awaited prize. Ryland whined as he was turned onto his back. Strong hands rubbed his thighs. The cool of the xenonite prosthetic was a balm on his burning skin. Ryland's vision was hazy. Both from bliss and the lack of his glasses. He stared up at their ceiling. The fan looked like a flower through the blur of his tears. Grace’s breath hitched as his legs were spread and Simon got in between them. He expected a kiss, some cuddling, instead Simon pushed his cock back in. Grace yelped, “Wha-”
“We're not done,” Simon groaned and set a steady pace. He bit his lip, cock still sensitive. The pouch in his pelvis was vibrating. The ex-con grit his teeth. He fucked through the shocks running up his spine. He needed to keep going. He had to. “Remember, Angel?” he asked and placed his hands on the bed. They caged Grace's head. His husband’s short hair was a mess. It was adorable. Simon rolled his hips, hitting the spot that made Grace moan. Simon wished he could swallow the man whole. Ryland’s face was glistening. “You’re so wet, angel. Inside and out. Look so good. Feel so good,” Simon praised. Ryland hissed through his teeth, but didn’t push him away. In fact, the man grabbed onto Simon's harness and pulled him closer. “Just two more. You can give me two more,” Simon encouraged. “Can't you, angel? Can't you give me two more?”
Ryland nodded. He hiccuped, fresh tears rolled down his face. The teacher didn't think he could, but he had done other impossible tasks. He held onto Simon’s harness to hang on for the ride. “Kiss,” he begged, “kiss me, please.” The beauty above him smiled and leaned down. Ryland moaned as plush lips met his.
Simon dropped to his elbows so he could tangle his fingers into Grace’s hair. The sensitivity subsided and left behind a wave of bliss. Simon slowly rolled his hips. Grace whined and pulled him closer. Now they were chest to chest. Simon gasped at the feeling of Ryland’s heartbeat against his own. The man kept his fingers on the harness but used his thumbs to play with Simon's nipples. It made the ex-con’s hips buck. The pair whined. “Angel, angel,” Simon pressed kisses all over Grace’s face. His hips picked up speed. He felt something shift in his abdomen, but everything was too good to stop. Ryland whimpered, throwing his head back and gritting his teeth. “I know, angel,” Simon tried to soothe. “I know, just hold onto me. Just two more. You can do it, angel. I know you can. You’re so good to me, angel. My Grace. My saving grace,” he praised.
Ryland wailed. The adoration was bad enough, but then Simon began to hammer his prostate. There was no way he was going to last. “Fuck, fuck, please-” he began to babble nonsense as his mind fogged. “Want to- fuck- Simon! Seed me! Please! I-” Grace was drowning in waves of sensation. His body twitched and jerked as sparks rocketed up his spine and through his stomach. Fresh tears rolled down his face as Simon began to really give it to him. “Ah, ah, ah-” he panted. Ryland’s knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping Simon’s harness. It was the only grounding point he had. The teacher moaned and withered under his mate. “Simon, please I- I-,” He grit his teeth and shut his eyes tight. He was so close.
Simon looked down at his angel. His beautiful, weeping angel. Ryland was lost in pleasure. Tears stained his red cheeks and spit overflowed his kiss swollen lips. “I love you,” Simon whispered in awe. He pressed his forehead against Grace’s. The man’s skin was hot to the touch and slick with sweat. Simon licked the tears from Ryland’s cheeks. The taste of salt on his tongue made him moan. He rubbed the sides of the man’s face with his thumbs. Grace leaned into his xenonite hand. Simon chuckled when the man let out an adorable noise from the caress. “Does that feel good, angel? Am I making you feel good?” Simon asked. He couldn’t help but tease the scientist.
Grace pouted but nodded. “Yes, yes,” he admitted and locked his ankles behind Simon’s back. “So good. Feel so good. Love you. Love you,” he rambled. The grip he had on Simon’s harness was making his palms sweat. Pleasure was making his tongue loose and his mind dizzy. “Please, knock me up,” he begged. “I want it. I wanna get pregnant. I want it. Please, please-” The man yelped as Simon began to slam himself deeper. Ryland groaned, stomach clenching at the feeling. How was he that deep? Grace panted and began clawing at the man. “Yes! Yes!” he screamed. Ryland dug his nails into Simon’s back, earning him a growl. Grace was able to feel it against his chest. “Inside! Inside! Please, inside! Fuck! Fuck!” Ryland winced when Simon began to roughly kiss him. The man’s teeth cut his lip and Grace had no doubt that his teeth did the same. They coated each other’s tongues with blood. Something about sharing it made Grace’s stomach tighten. “Please,” he begged between kisses, “please, please-”
“Yes!” Simon groaned. He circled his hips, burying himself as deep as he could. “Need to-” His voice hitched up a few octaves as the tension finally snapped. Something moved forward. Simon’s jaw dropped open in a silent scream. His brow furrowed as he pushed and pushed. It made his stomach roll over and over. “Yes, yes- Take it! Fuck, take it,” he growled and buried his face in his angel’s neck.
Grace yelped as his hole stretched around something. “Wha-” the question died on his throat as it slipped inside. “Oh!” Ryland’s head fell back, body convulsing as something settled within him. “Ah- Simon!” He screamed as another mass followed. It stretched his rim, then went back. He tried to look between his and Simon’s bodies, but all he could see was their chests. “What is-” Grace grit his teeth as a second mass entered him. Nothing hurt. In fact, it was deeply intoxicating. It reminded him of cleaning his ears with a q-tip. The feeling was so foreign and rare that it was mind melting. Grace’s toes cracked with how hard they curled. Ryland let out a guttural noise as the second mass settled inside him. Grace knew he was a weak man when it came to pleasure. It was why he tried to steer clear of it. Whatever this was, he could definitely see himself begging for more. He was already jonesing for his next hit. What was being pushed in him? The realization came just as the third mass pressed against his rim.
Eggs.
Ryland’s eyes widened. The eggs Simon had. Simon was laying eggs in him. The third egg was pushed in. Simon huffed and grunted. Whatever he did was making the egg rub back and forth on his prostate. Over and over. Suddenly, Simon roared and the egg rushed deep inside of him. That pushed Grace over the edge. He wailed as an orgasm ripped through him. His voice was strained and guttural as he cried out. Grace’s back arched as he convulsed and shook. Simon began to move his hips again. It fucked the eggs impossibly deeper. Ryland screamed. He lurched forward and bit his husband’s shoulder. Grace hung on for the ride and he was railed stupid.
“Breed. Breed. Breed,” Simon growled. He buried his nose in his angel’s neck. It felt so good. The feeling of relief at each push left him wanting more. His angel pulsed and shook around him. It drove him wild. Simon chased his own release. The slap of their skin was wet and obscene. Ryland bit down hard. It made Simon lock up. He flooded Grace, shuddering through his orgasm. Ryland’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, head thrown back. Simon felt Grace’s cock pulsing between their stomachs again. The mess between them made their skin slick. “Angel,” Simon sighed in relief. For a moment, he did believe in God. Only a perfect being could make a heaven like this. Simon looked down at his husband. The man was still shaking and dazed. Simon kissed all over Grace’s face. The sweat and tears on the man’s skin made him glitter in the golden light of their room. “So good. Doing so good for me,” he mumbled against Ryland’s temple.
Grace went limp against the bed. He let Simon caress and move him as he pleased. Ryland’s tongue was heavy. Everything was vibrating, a low frequency that lulled him into a stupor. Tongue, teeth, and lips explored him. The ceiling fan above him seemed to spin and was tripled. He looked down his body and saw them. The eggs were nestled in his lower abdomen. It created a small pouch. Well, that answered what had been inside Simon. Grace wanted to touch them, but his limbs refused to work. Simon began making clicks and trills. The man held his hips, thumbs pressing against the sides of the newly formed bulge. It made Grace’s cock throb. His head flew back as he moaned. The blob of the ceiling fan began to blur and quadruple. “S-Simon!” He reached down and grabbed his husband’s wrists. Grace blinked his tears away and noticed how huge Simon’s eyes had gotten. There were only slight edges of white. It reminded Ryland of a shark. A shark who smelled blood in the water. “S-Si- Ah!” Ryland yelped as he was pulled up.
Simon sat Grace on his lap. The man whined and began to wiggle his hips. It drove Simon crazy. “You remember the first time?” Simon asked, an edge of madness in his voice. “Was perfect, so perfect. You make everything perfect, angel. My angel.” All barriers were dropped. In moments like this, he could be unguarded. Ryland loved him. Every part of him. The horror, the hunger, the obsession. Grace didn’t shy away. He didn’t run. Simon kissed Ryland’s temple. “Angel, angel,” he whispered and began to thrust up.
Grace hissed and shot forward to bite Simon’s neck. The man groaned and grabbed his ass. Ryland clutched the strap along Simon’s back. He let the man move him like a fucktoy. Grace whined and withered, holding on for dear life. He wrapped his legs around the man. The eggs were pressed between their bodies. Every brush of them made his cock pulse. Simon seemed to enjoy how hard he was biting. The man was moaning and whimpering up a storm. Ryland hiccuped. He squeezed Simon close. His teeth broke skin. Fresh blood flooded his mouth. Simon roared in his ears. More fluid flooded him. Grace could feel it stretch his stomach. His orgasm punched him in the gut. Grace screamed around his pound of flesh and shut his eyes tight. Simon slammed into him a few more times. The man kept whispering his prayers over and over and over. Ryland shuddered a final time before unclenching his jaw. Blood rolled down his chin. He panted and went limp against his mate. Grace rested against Simon. He lazily licked at the wound he created. His husband purred. The rumble tickled Ryland’s chest. Grace panted. He felt so heavy. The teacher slowly moved his hand to his own stomach.
Oh.
Grace looked down. A wave of relief washed over him. His stomach wasn't grotesquely distended. It was kind of cute in fact. A little bump of life. Life. Fuck, Simon put life into him. He rubbed his skin and felt the eggs. Simon began kissing his temple. Grace leaned into the affection and sighed as Simon’s hand joined his. The ex-con whispered a new prayer. Ryland shuddered.
The man was thanking God he was pregnant.