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"oh-oh-hmmm"
“Come on Caine, concentrate”
"I'm- I'm trying I-ah-!"
"You asked me to show you how to code and now you're not even paying attention, how unfortunate"
"I am- I am I-" A loud moan escapes him again, eyes rolling back into his jaws as he gags on his next breath. "Fu- god, Kinger please-"
A sigh behind him, like the human is disappointed in him, the hand on his hip is steady and keeps him still, completely unable to move no matter how much he desperately wants to. "Come on, you know how to do this- well you should anyway"
Caine can't see him, but he can imagine Kingers face behind him. Blue eyes lidded, his free hand curled into a fist and propping his head up on the arm of the chair while he relaxes back into the seat.
Caine tries to focus on the screens in front of him, eyes blinking rapidly to try and clear the arousal and blurriness. His hands shake on the keyboard, his stomach clenches so hard he can't get a breath in.
Numbers roll past him on the screen, blinking in and out of existence, but he honestly can't catch them.
The cock inside of him- no, no not a cock. The tentacle, writhes along his insides, dragging along his walls in such a way Caine knows is to torture him.
It stretches out to its full length and he chokes, head falling back and back arching, before it spirals and begins to thrust. “oh, oh fuck-”
"Come on Caine" Kinger says again, the hand on his hip moving to the bulge in his stomach and a clothed chest pressing to his naked back.
"Concentrate"
He tries, he really does, but the cock inside of him is fucking him so hard that it steals his breath, he can feel the skin of his stomach distending with each press in. His cunt making slick sounds as the tentacle writhes inside of his body. "I'm- its-"
"If you want us to move on" Kinger whispers pointedly, the hand that rests over Caines stomach suddenly pressing down, making the pleasure increase tenfold. "You have to install the update"
Caine whimpers, head falling to his chest and eyes wide as he stares down at his body, watching his cunt be speared open on that thick length. "I'm- I'm trying-"
Kinger drives up into him, once, twice, before stilling beneath him once more. "Try harder"
Caine falls against the desk, legs closing as best they can as his hands fly over the keyboard, he has to correct his spelling mistakes as he goes due to how shaky his typing is, but he manages.
The finds the plugin he needs, he finds the activation code, and he's quick to move it over to Kingers own systems, not allowing himself to falter despite the way he can't stop shaking and rolling his hips.
The code updates- and Kinger moans loudly behind him. "Fuck-" He whimpers when the sound is breathed into his shoulder, the warm breath ghosting over his naked skin. "God, yeah I can- yeah well done baby, fuck-"
The cock inside of Caine swells, the girth expanding enough to make Caine wheeze. "Kin-"
Suddenly he's being lifted, his chest and stomach slamming hard on the desk in front of him, his body phasing through the screens as he scrambles at the edge. He screams, feeling Kingers hips collide with his backside in a steady but devastating rhythm.
He can hear his own cunt now, squelching as Kingers length drives in and out of him, the appendage licking along his walls and dragging against his insides in a way that makes him dizzy.
"Ah-!hn-!hnnn-!" He can't find the words anymore, his feet unable to touch the ground as he’s pounded into, all thoughts apart from pleasurepleasurepleasure escaping him. "Hm-ngk-!"
"I can feel them-" Kinger gasps above him, hands on either side of Caines head as he drives him against the desk, "In- I can feel them moving Caine, are you ready?" The human sounds breathless, his own voice shaky and high pitched. "Caine-"
"Pl-please-" He manages to get out, eyes crossing from pure pleasure. "Hmm-hmmplllease-" He can feel them too now, right at the base of Kingers cock, the- the eggs.
"Oh, oh fuck they're- Caine-" Kinger curls over him, his forehead meeting Caines shoulders as he jackrabbits into him, obviously desperate himself. "Caine, Caine-"
The egg moves quickly and without warning, moving up that tentacle that's now stretched to its full length inside Caine, the top pressing right against the opening to his cervix in a way that causes a small amount of pain. It's amazing.
"Oh god-" He cries out when he feels the egg begin to push itself in, the surface firm and unyielding inside of his body. "Oh, oh-" He tightens his hands on the edge of the desk, whining when Kinger grabs his hips more to lift his lower body off of the desk. "Kin-kin-"
The eggs presses into him with a gush of slick from the tentacle and it settles heavy and solid in the deepest part of him, making Caine buck and writhe on the desk at the agonizing pleasure that tears through his body.
He's being moved again and he's limp, unable to fight back as he's pulled up on his knees on the desk, Kinger straightening up to his full height behind Caine and continuing to fuck into him as another egg moves up his shaft.
A hand wraps around his throat and Caine scrambles at the arm, his tongue lolling out and eyes rolling back as his ability to breathe is hindered. "Gnh-!" He chokes, feeling the egg shove its way into his cunt, spreading his walls wide, before dropping into his womb.
"Fuck you're so wet" Kinger moans against his shoulder, free hand moving to grab one of his legs and lifting it, Caine almost falling as his body is tilted to the side, one knee still tucked under his body. "So fucking wet around be Caine, sucking my cock right in"
His hips never slow, they never pause even as more eggs begin to force themselves into Caines limp and shaking form.
He feels dizzy, unable to count as more and more enter him, various sizes, different shapes, all of them stretching him in brand new ways he and his body isn't used too.
"Oh fuck-" Kinger hisses, hands tightening, making Caine gag when he can't get anymore air in. "Fuck this one- oh fuck Caine this one is huge-!"
Sure enough, Caine feels it begin to move. It spreads his cunt open on the way in with a wet squelch that echoes in the office, sliding against his walls slowly as it moves deeper inside of him.
Caine starts shaking- god it had to be the size of Kingers fist- his head tilting back as he desperately tries to get in air and think through the mind numbing pleasure.
It's painful in a pleasurable way, the way his cunt stretches wide open and the way he can feel every movement. He can feel Kingers tentacle pulsing inside of him, each wave pushing the egg further and deeper inside of him.
It kisses at the entrance of his cervix and he gags at the feeling of it, feeling it lodge itself right at the top and unable to go any further because of how rigid and tense his insides are. "Ki-" He's almost worried he's going to pop or tear, it feels like he will.
"Breathe" Kinger groans against the side of his jaws, hot breath fanning over his teeth, hand tightening on his throat. "Relax and let me in"
Caine tries, he really does, but it's hard when he knows this isn't the last egg, there's only more to follow. It doesn't help that he can't exactly breathe right now either.
He shifts his free leg, spreading himself to the maximum he's able to, placing one hand on the table below him as best he can, hips pressing down to try and force his cervix open. It doesn't work.
He's sobbing now, desperate to be filled, desperate to have those eggs inside of him but they just won't move.
Suddenly he can breathe and he takes a gasping and choking breath before it's stolen once again when thick fingers twist and rub at his clit. The pleasure crests hard enough to make him scream, his head falling back and back arching out as his cunt clenches and then gushes around Kinger, his release leaking out of where they're joined to soak the table.
His contractions makes his insides shudder hard, before his body relaxes too fast and the egg is finally pressing into him and dropping heavily.
The moment that eggs falls into him, more follow, too many for Caine to count, too many for him to prepare for.
A steady stream of small eggs, a large one, a few medium- they're all fucked into him in a steady stream, each one joined by even more slick and fluid.
He cums again, he can feel how his cunt leaks and gushes, how his walls go so wet that each movement makes a down right disgusting sound. His lips stretched around Kingers cock are sticky and dripping with his numerous releases, his clit swollen and throbbing in time with his racing heart.
He can't see, his vision completely whited out as he lets out loud and debauched noises like a cat in heat, voice cracking wails and desperate groans that shake his whole body.
He's pushed back onto his hands and knees and he collapses, feeling that cock inside of him continues to pump him full of eggs and slick, so much so he can feel his stomach press against the table and hanging heavy below his body.
Through it all, Kinger keeps fucking into him, each slap of his hips against Caines ass making him stumble and scramble for purchase. His claws shaving away the top of the wooden desk.
"-fucking look at you, clenching so hard around me, sucking everything I give you, letting me destroy your greedy little cunt-" Kinger says, gasping for air, his hands grabbing Caines waist and using his grip to fuck Caine back on his cock. "Just going to lay there and take it, huh? Like nothing more then a toy?"
Caine sobs at the talk, shaking his head as best he can. "I'm- I'm not a-a toy-!" He tries his best to deny it, but Kinger doesn't slow down in his devastating thrusts. "I'm- I'm not-"
Another egg, the largest one yet, shoves in deep enough to make Caine struggle at the table, the feel of it overwhelming and on this side of too much. "Kin-gmmmm- mmmm-!" He can't keep doing it, his stomach hurts, his cunt is sore and the rest of his body feels numb as he fights as best he can against Kingers grip. "Hmmm-gmmmm-"
He can hear himself dripping onto the floor and he doesn't doubt there's a puddle now, he feels gross, he feels so used that he's embarrassed-
"The great ringmaster" Kinger growls against his shoulder, his own voice rough and obviously close now too. "Nothing more then a warm hole for me to fuck"
Kinger buries himself deep, lifting Caines lower half off of the desk with the force of it, before the tentacle pulses and seems to vibrate inside of him.
"Fuck-!" Kinger presses him down on the desk, hands grabbing his calves to straighten out the AIs body before he's letting out a shout of his own. "Fuck-"
More slick, more warmth, more leaking out of him and falling to the floor. But even more fills his cunt and womb, spilling over the eggs and smoothing out his bulging stomach in a way that makes Caine gurgle- he knows it's impossible, but he feels like he's going to cough the cum deep inside of him out over his jaws.
The cock inside of him gives a few more, steady pumps before it's going still and resting inside of him, Caines body going completely limp and his hands moving to grab at his own cramping stomach, feeling how the skin stretches and burns around the eggs nestled deep inside.
They both heave for air, the room smelling like sex and cum, before Kinger is slowly pulling out.
The sound it makes as he retracts makes Caine clench- wet and sticky and loud in the room around them, and Caine lets out a sound of pure panic when he feels the eggs try to move out- "ah-!"
Immediately Kinger is pressing his hand against Caines cunt, "Hang on, I've got-" After a bit of shifting, Caine feels the hand move away and then something solid and cold press right inside of him, keeping everything in. Kingers cum, Caine slick, the eggs. All safe and sound.
The plug inside of him is thick enough to keep him stretched open even as he shivers and clenches around it, his clit aching and lips numb when hands move to scoop him up. "Steady" Kinger murmurs against his top jaw. "I've got you, I've got you"
Hes lifted off the desk and bundled into a lap, something soft wrapping around his shoulders "Caine? Baby can you hear me?"
He whines, pressing his face against a strong shoulder and pulling the robe tighter around himself. But he nods.
A large hand moves over his stomach, rubbing at the stretched skin and pressing gently at distended sides. "Can you talk?"
Caine tries to get his jaws to cooperate, tries to get his mind to focus and say something, anything, but he's still too overwhelmed. Instead he whimpers and shakes his head, hands grabbing Kinger as best they can.
The human only hums, still rubbing over Caines stomach, before his voice shakes Caines whole body. "You did amazing" Kinger kisses his teeth, the touch soft and gentle. "You did so well for me baby, so perfect "
Caine shakily hums, eyes opening to stare down at his own stomach, his teeth flushing when he sees just how large his stomach is now compared to how it normally is. "....hm-" he coughs, hand slowly lifting to rub at his teeth. "Hm"
Kinger chuckles softly, before he seems to settle back against the chair. "....did you still want to...y'know?" He sounds flustered when he says it, and it makes Caine smile weakly.
"Yes" He manages, cuddling closer and curling an arm around his stomach. "For a few days"
Kinger hums above him, kissing his teeth again. "Only three, right?" Caine nods and Kinger lets out a tired sigh. "We'll have to come up with something to tell the others, they might get worried if they don't see you"
He feels fond at the mention of being missed, and his body slowly begins to warm back up in a pleasant but gentle way. "Hm, you'll come up with something"
Above him Kinger laughs, humor in his voice. "Oh so it's on me, got it" Caine shudders as he's shifted slightly, huffing when the eggs move in his stomach as he lifted up. "Right, nest time" Kinger breathes, his steps careful and slow as he moves towards what Caine assumes is the bedroom.
The door is pushed open and Caine closes his eyes as he's pressed into the ring of blankets and pillows on the mattress, moving to lay on his side as sighing in bliss when Kinger immediately climbs in behind him.
"Okay?" He nods at the question, stretching his legs out until they pop and then going limp on the bed, feeling completely at ease as he closes his eyes. "Tired" He whispers, and Kinger presses along his back. "Sleep?"
Another kiss pressed to the back of his bare shoulder before a robe is being tucked over his exhausted body, Kinger scent tickling his senses and making his mind settle. "Sleep" Kinger says softly. "I'll be here when you wake up"
Caine smiles to himself, resting one hand on Kingers that's resting on his stomach, before he allows his systems to go offline.
!!!
Caine doesn't move from the nest two days, completely confined to the bed as Kinger waits on him and as selfish as it sounds, Caine loves it.
Mostly.
On the second day, after staring at the ceiling and being extremely bored, he had tried to open up his screens to sort through some requests from the cast, only to be stopped by Kinger coming back into the room.
"Ah no, you need to rest" Kinger says as he dismisses the screens, ignoring the way Caine grumbles. "You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow"
"Yes, tomorrow" Caine huffs, crossing his arms over his chest as best he can due to the bowling ball attached to his midriff. "Not right now"
Kinger laughs and moves up on the bed, hands reaching out to rub over Caines stomach gently. "Still" He whispers, looking half distracted as his blue eyes lid and stare at bulging skin. "You need to keep your energy up"
Caine watches him for a moment, feeling large but soft hands rub over his skin and sides in an almost worshipful way, like Kinger is touching something precious. "I'm not made of glass" He says gently, placing one of his own hands on his stomach. "Nothing will happen if I play with requests"
Kinger hums, obviously not listening, before he's bending over to kiss Caines stomach, "still" He says against white skin, making the smaller man shudder. "Keep resting"
The care makes Caine burn and he can feel himself grow wet around the plug still sat inside of him, but he tries to ignore it.
Only when he shifts his legs, it makes a sound. Wet and sticky, loud enough for Caine to freeze and for Kingers eyes to dart down. "Oh?" The human sounds interested, which doesn't help Caines sudden arousal. "What brought that on?"
Caine feels his gums flush, and his eyes skirt away. "Ah well, you've just been very....nice and kind so-" He shrugs, trying to hide how affected he truly is. "I don't know, there might be some sort of Pavlov effect"
Kinger chuckles, eyes meeting Caines own. "Oh I'm sure" Then his gaze darkens, only slightly. "Did you want me to help you out?"
Caine feels himself clench, a soft breath leaving him when his stomach aches and his cunt throbs. "Please" He nods weakly, hands moving to press on his stomach so it doesn't move around as much.
Kinger leans over him, their mouths pressing together in a kiss and Caine whines at the feel of it- his tongue being licked over by one so much smaller then his own. Drool slips down his jaw and he huffs into the kiss, feeling Kingers soft lips and wet tongue press over his teeth.
It's wet and messy, but nothing new, especially with the last few days.
Kinger is pulling away then and moving down, hands grabbing Caines thighs and spreading them open - causing an even wetter sound to escape Caine, much to his embarrassment, before he's ducking his head down and out of sight.
Caine shudders when fingers spread his cunt lips, the plug shifting inside of him when he clenches, before hes gasping when a tongue is pressing against his still swollen clit. "Oh-"
He's been aroused since the first day, a constant, steady heat burning in his stomach and groin. It's been hard for him to ignore so he had taken to pressing against the plug for some sort of relief when Kinger was out of the room.
He shudders when Kinger sucks at his clit, feeling teeth press the hood back and a thick wetness swipe against the sensitive and throbbing tip. "Kinger-"
Hands move to his sides and rub over the marks there- they had appeared yesterday morning and Caine had been amazed by the sight of shimmery, soft, off white skin on his sides where his skin was stretched.
Kinger had explained that they were called stretch marks and that most people had them in some way, normally when losing or gaining weight.
(Kinger had also mentioned that those who were pregnant had them, and had been quick to reassure Caine he wasn't when the ringmaster had begun to panic)
It was also obvious that Kinger liked them with the way he would stare at them and trace them, his fingers moving over the skin and the way he would look like he was entranced by the sight of them.
Caine moans when fingers rub at his clit gently, his hips lifting off the bed slightly before they fall back down. "I can't move" He whines, head rolling back. "I can't- I can't-"
"You don't have to" Kinger groans into his cunt, his voice shaking the plug buried deep in Caine. "Let me take care of you"
Caine feels the pleasure in his body skyrocket at that, at the care in Kingers words, at the way the human runs over his stomach and thighs then he starts to shake, how he kisses and licks at his throbbing clit when Caine whimpers.
His orgasm builds slowly and gently in the pit of his stomach, and when it crests Caine shudders hard before going limp on the bed, his body feeling tired but relaxed as Kinger licks him clean and then moves back up to lay beside him. "Hm, thank you" He murmurs, cuddling into Kingers chest.
Kinger only pulls him closer. "Of course, anytime"
!!!
The next morning, Caine wakes to soft patting over his stomach and a dim glow of a screen off to his side.
He doesn't want to be wake right now, his body feels heavy and tight and kind of chilly as he lays on the bed. His stomach feels bloated and it takes him a moment to remember why it feels like that, and when he does he flushes.
He had been the one to bring this little thing up with Kinger a few weeks ago, purely curious and confused as to why some found the idea attractive.
At first he though it was a pregnancy thing, and that had put him right off until Kinger had explained that no, it was more like a breeding thing. The idea of your partner being looked after while they were most vulnerable, taking care of them, being responsible for putting them in that state.
Kinger had also showed Caine a video of someone laying eggs and- wow. That had been what Caine had wanted to try.
He's not new to sex, not by a long shot, but he and Kinger had been pretty vanilla when it came to the bedroom and Caine had wanted to branch out- but he had been afraid of how to do that.
After seeing that video however, Caine had been obsessed.
After a long conversation, negotiation, and talks about what Caine would do if he was genuinely uncomfortable (he would simply snap his fingers to rid of the eggs, so not a big deal) Kinger had agreed.
How it came down to Caine actually being the one to cause the update to put the mod into affect Caine will never know, but he certainly wasn't complaining!
Besides, Kinger being dominant like that was....very eye opening.
Speaking of.
He hums and opens his eyes to see Kinger sat up in the ring of pillows and blankets, his eyes focused on the screen as he seems to scroll through the information. Caine had given Kinger admin controls a good few months ago now, and it was still strange to see him work without a monitor.
He's wearing his robe, so Caine can assume that he's been to the rest of cast at some point and he wonders just what the man had told the rest of them in regards to his absence.
Kinger hums and his eyes glance to Caine before looking back at the screen. "Good morning, how do you feel?"
Caine shifts to press his jaws on Kingers lap, a trill leaving him when hand immediately begins to pet at his top jaw. "Good" He murmurs, shifting his legs and shivering at the feel of the plug still inside of him. "Hm, stomach feels...strange though"
It's tight, tighter then it had been yesterday but not completely uncomfortable. He shifts slightly and can't stop himself from whimpering when something moves. "Oh, Kinger-"
The hand on his head pauses. "Caine? Everything okay?"
The ringmaster tries to say yes, but a sudden wave of pure pleasure rips through his body and he jolts in the bed, a sharp whimper leaving him. His legs spread on instinct, his hips twitching against the bed. "Oh, oh god it-"
He's rolling onto his back before he can think about it, his chest beginning to heave- something is happening, something that's making his arousal spike so high and so hard it steals his breath. "Kinger-"
"Shh, baby it's okay, it's okay I've got you" Kinger is moving, leaning over him and rubbing at his side before he's taking Caines hands in his own. "I think the eggs want out" The human breathes, sounding just as affected as Caine at the very idea. "Come on, up on your knees"
Caine scrambles to listen, still letting out tiny little whines as he forces himself to sit up, then get his knees beneath him. The eggs shift, rolling around in his stomach, before one drops-
"Fuck!" He cries out, falling against Kingers chest and grabbing on to his robe as the egg, one of the smaller ones, presses against the plug stuffed in his cunt. "Kinger, Kinger it- oh god its-"
Fingers move down to spread his lips apart, the slick making a sticky and wet sound as they're separated. "Oh, baby the plug is- I think it's falling out-"
"The eggs!" Caine whines, eyes rolling back when more begin to join the one trying to come out. "They're- oh god they're trying-"
Kinger feels around until he can get a grip on the plug, and he presses it in deeper-
Caine shouts, back arching and a sudden orgasm rolling through his system when the plug presses right against that sensitive spot inside of him, the eggs rolling and slipping along his walls as he clenches. "Kinger-"
Suddenly, pressure and-
The plug is falling out of Caine with a gush of fluid, his cum, Kingers cum, slick- all of it drips and leaks out of him-
The first egg follows, stretching his cunt open and rubbing at the underside of his clit, before it's falling between his legs.
"More-" Caine gasps, hips rolling against nothing but thin air. "More-"
Kinger lets him go for a moment, only to get behind him and pull him against his chest, one hand moving down to his cunt to V his fingers and spread his lips apart. "Oh baby-" Kinger moans against his shoulder, biting at the shaking flesh. "Look at you-"
Caine looks down, over his stomach, to see a bright purple egg sliding out of his hole, the hard surface shiny with his slick as he stretches around the shell. "Ohmmm-" He clenches, and it slides out of him with a wet 'plop!' to fall next to the egg already beneath him.
Immediately another one is replacing it, this one smaller then the other two and quickly sliding along his walls and dragging against his skin, stretching his wet cunt before falling out, a sting of cum connecting it to his cunt before it breaks to fall against Caines shaking thigh.
"Fuck Caine-" Kinger was still watching, "Look at you, gorgeous baby, gorgeous"
The praise makes Caine shudder and then cry out, his sudden movements making the eggs move down. Gravity helps to drag them out of him, small eggs falling out of his cunt in wet little squelches to join the pile steadily growing on the blankets beneath him.
Each one is purple and shiny, each one a different size and slightly different shape- each one drags along Caines inside and splits him open over and over again.
When he cums again, two eggs are forced out of him in quick succession, tumbling down his thighs and leaving lines of slick and cum. He's soaked from the waist down, his cunt looks slippery, his thighs shiny. "There's so many!-" He sobs, hands moving to his stomach that's slowly beginning to get smaller. "So- I can't- it's to much-"
The fingers spreading him tremble but stay firm in keeping him open, before Kingers other hand is joining it. "You look amazing" Kinger whispers against his shoulder, sounding like he's in a trance as his other hand moves to cup over Caines hole. "So-"
He lifts his hand and Caine whimpers at the amount of slick that connects the limb to his cunt, branching out like spider webs. "- wet"
The hand moves back down and suddenly two fingers are sinking into Caine, shoving the egg that had been attempting to come out back in. It presses the other eggs behind it back up and Caine can feel one fall back into his womb-
Caine spasms, one hand lifting to grab Kingers hand and rolling his hips against it. He doesn't know if he wants more or less. He can't choose if he wants Kinger to keep touching him or to let him go.
The fingers spread him open, and Kinger moans. "Fuck, you're so open, you're gaping Caine"
The smaller man closes his jaws, humiliation burning in his stomach as the idea- being so fucked open then he'll never be tight again. His cunt never able to go back to normal after this.
The fingers curl, hooking around an egg, and pull-
Caine bucks as the egg is forcibly pulled out of him, the suction sound of it leaving him making him shudder hard enough to shake the bed.
"Look"
Caine can't ignore the order.
He forces his jaws open and down to see the egg, wet, shiny, sat in Kingers palm and dripping. "Oh fuck-" He sobs, tears falling down his teeth as Kinger drops it to clack against the others. "Kinger please-"
More eggs, more slick, more orgasms.
Each peak of pleasure forces Caines body to contract and a few eggs to fall out of him at a time, each one making him let out a sound that leaves him reeling.
The whole time, Kinger talks to him.
"God look at you, you're so gorgeous like this"
"The way your greedy cunt opens around each egg, beautiful"
"Are you crying? Oh, baby don't worry, you look amazing like this. Desperate"
"Your stomach is shrinking, only a few more baby"
The last sentence makes Caine actually look and yes, his stomach is now a lot smaller.
Before he can celebrate (or get upset about feeling so empty) Something large begins to move.
Oh. Oh the big- the one the size of Kingers fist. Oh it was- it was bigger-
"They grew" Caine gasps, eyes wide as he stares at the very noticeable lump in his belly moving towards his pubic mound. "In-inside- they got b-bigger-"
"If they did" Kinger laughs against his jaws, fingers still spreading Caine open wide to the cold air of the room. "It's because you programmed them to"
It's embarrassing because it's true. Caine did do that. He did. That's why he's been so tight last night and this morning. It's why he's been so aroused. Feeling the eggs shift as they grew, feeling his skin ache with the way they moved.
The egg presses down, stretching him so wide it hurts, and the pain only heightens his pleasure, only makes him whine louder and shake harder. He feels the other egg come up right behind it, pushing it towards his entrance, and he can't even brace himself before its spreading him.
"Oh fuck" Kinger breaths, and Caine can picture his wide eyes and flushed face. "Fuck, Caine that-"
Kingers fingers spread his lips more, his hole opening with it, and Caine sees the top of the egg begin to peak out.
He pants, gasping for air that he just can't get, and he clenches himself down to try and move it out- only to sob with agonized pleasure when it slips back inside of him. "I can't-!" He screams it, the desperation tearing his throat. "I can't- I can't-"
"You can" Kinger moans against his teeth, kissing at his gums and free hand rubbing over his thighs. "Oh baby yes you can, come on you can, let it out for me, come on baby let it out"
Caine can't stop shouting, his body shaking, his cunt dripping as he forces his pelvis to relax. He stares, unable to look away, as the egg peaks out of him again, before more and more begins to breach him.
The thickest part makes Caine cum hard enough for his eyes to flash different colors, his hands limp at his sides as he just feels.
He feels his walls convulse, his clit throb, his lips ache, his hole burn. He loves it.
It takes a full three minutes for the egg to move, for it to fall out, and when it does a massive gush of cum comes with it, soaking Caine impossibly more then he had been already.
The second egg doesn't wait for him, it doesn't allow him any break, instead it takes the others place in splitting him open and forcing itself out of his cunt. He whimpers when it finally falls out of him, the sound of his cunt finally able to relax making him sob.
Kinger lets his cunt go to rub over his stomach, pressing down gently before he lets out a shaky breath. "You're empty" He says, and Caine can feel his disappointment, funnily enough. "They're all out, you did so well."
Caine can't stop crying, overstimulated and overwhelmed in the best way possible. He falls back against Kinger, feeling arms immediately wrap around him to pull him close as his legs give out and he cries.
"You did amazing" Kinger whispers to him, kissing along his gums, his teeth, his lolling tongue "so perfect for me baby, you did so well".
"I need-" Caines legs spread, his hips canting because he's empty, he's so empty it hurts. "Kinger please-"
"I've got you" Kinger says to him, shifting them back in the nest and laying Caine on his back, immediately crowding over him as he shrugs off his robe. "I know, I know baby I've got you"
Kinger wastes no time with sliding into Caine, both of them letting out sounds of pleasure- Caine from being filled all over again, and Kinger from finally getting some relief.
"Fuck me" Caine begs, hands gripping shoulders and legs spreading. "Fuck me, please"
Kinger moves quickly, his cock sliding in and out of Caine with no resistance, no pause, no hesitation. "You're so loose" Kinger moans above him, blue eyes rolling back and hands scrambling at a small waist. "So loose, fuck so wet, so good-"
His hands brush the marks on Caines sides, fingers rubbing over silvery skin, and Caine whines. "I'm keeping them-" he croaks, feeling his orgasm building again. "I'm keepin' them"
Kinger goes rigid, eyes screwing shut and hips hitting Caine hard enough to make him yelp before he's curling over Caines prone form. "Fuck"
More warmth fills Caine, more wetness, more slick, and he grins as his own orgasm crashes into him.
Kinger stays inside of him, abiding to the unasked demand as he sits still and lays on top of Caine, hands and fingers still caressing shimmery scars.
"Perfect" Kinger breathes against his collar bone. "Absolutely perfect"
Caine gives a weak laugh, before he closes his eyes.
He'll have a shower later.