Monere [Mythos] - To fill, to lay
Summary
| In need of solitude, after a string of high intensity assignments, they've long needed the time to tend to the other. In ways that only they can define. Warren exhausted by miles run needs an excuse, to spend more time alone and away from his duties - to which Malaphin supplies, to fill him to swell.
Characters | Diviyoni-Jacob Warren and Malaphin the chimera
Contents | Oral, Tentacle, Ovipoisition, Egg-laying, Over stimulation
Length | 11,125w
As early morning light breaks through the late autumn clouds, life breathes in the dense cusps of the dew wrought forest. Through the bitter spruce and the sundered birch, sat beneath the weary old cabin's overhang, he stares - past the empty gravel road riddled with spots of underbrush and fresh sprouts, where the abandon of tire tracks sit saturated with the morning runoffs. His sight follows them off into the distance as he takes a long draw from the canister, fiddling with the cord harness as he contemplates heading down to the old mill.
He'll need to head down anyway; to warm up the old generator so they'll have some electricity to spare for the coming month.
Leaning back, picking himself up from the old wood step, Warren's throat vents sigh as he heads back inside. Twisting the canister, settled down just inside within the boundaries of the low cabin light - his infared carries him through the comfortable dark. Alchemical mockery of candles settled along the open surfaces of the walls outline it in minor sets, giving just enough for the cave borne ossisgari to not rely on his fog sight.
Carried back into where the chimera rests, surrounded by collectives of alchemical light.
Laid away, body shifted torso down, their chitin reflects the vibrancy of their internal glow as they coil upwards, grazing the ceiling as they lay among a coveted nest. Pillows that shift as they reach for the ossisgari - catching him as he leans in, drawing him down into the nesting of pillows and blankets that makes the cabin's bedroom. Malaphin's breath settles him, bringing Warren at ease as he lies against the chimera still rousing from a deep slumber, their golden flesh bleeding light into the sharing silence.
Claws draw through his ragged hair, petting as Warren tiredly curls against Malaphin.
"Morning," the chimera purrs, a hand drawn against Warren's nape, stroking as they remain in recline, their other hand searching for a forgotten passage. Above them traces of light stares lazily past the nighting curtains, bathing them into an ethereal lazy morning glow. "Did you sleep last night?" Their unattended hand finds their book - offered to them by the ossisgari's weary own.
"No," Warren sighs, resting his temple on Malaphin's chest, a hand roaming over where their body folds divide, where soft armor meets chitin plates and soft vibrant grips, where tangles weave alchemical energy into the cubic rods. "Patrolled all night along the perimeter with Demeter - checked a few surface nodes," he relents, burrowing his head against the chimera's robe.
"Told you not to worry about it," Malaphin lightly teases, clawed fingers plead through auburn, creasing towards the bonespurs breathing settled steam. "Relax, Divi, they'll take care of it. Just worry about the plants, that's all you should be worried about." A kiss plants to Warren's temple.
"Right," Warren stretches out - his claws pressing against the cull of blankets set aside before he pleads himself up into a lean as a hand follows his hip - above the sprawled out chimera. Humming between the space, their features meet in the shared silence, for a moment as the chimera's chitin makes the walls sigh. "I'll be back then," he quanders, a hand pressed between them, drafting them apart. "Get those plates of yours cleaned, collect the rods."
Pulling his legs up beneath him, Warren collects his hair.
Patting his thigh, Malaphin chuckles, "don't worry about those, love. All taken care of." Setting their book upon their chest, looking back from where they rest among the fabric nest, they gesture to a twine of gloves. Ones worn with age, stained with dirt as they collect the strays of concentrated alchemia, as while the sigils on the back of the chimera's hands glow.
With a sedentary grin, Warren shifts, "I'll get the supplies then," and eases himself from the floor.
Within the idle shadows of the cabin it doesn't take long to locate the parcel of bathing supplies; though it mostly holds those varieties dry and firm, he checks them against the manifest. Faint anxieties that are just as easily laid to rest, setting the items aside before collecting the jugs and heading outside. As he does he strips himself of his shirt and jacket, his vents breathe in deep, refreshed as petrichor laced air furls through his chest and opened throat.
After casting out the stagnant water he drops the hose into the first jug, turning on the water feed line before walking off. Taking a short walk around the cabin's outer perimeter and the bounds of the small settled garden - a brief check that they're still isolated save for the wandering wildlife, satisfied when he's certain the only ones that may pry view of their silence being of unattuned flora and fauna. He switches the jugs as the water pressure remains slow - another half hour he can spend in the garden. To weed out the distraught of leaves, of unwanted growths, to prune the plants of branches and bulbs that are subsequently disposed into the compost heap.
As the second nears the lip waterline, he leaves the hose to seep into the garden bed trough. An idle collection of water he'll return to later.
Heading back inside, Warren further strips himself almost bare as the jugs are set off to the side of the bedroom entry. His movements are carefully watched by the resting chimera, as his sweat laden body bends and stretch his weary limbs, exhaling idle wisp of steam as he fills the bucket with the mixture of water, salted soap, and minor additives. While Malaphin sets their book aside, casting it far enough it won't be damaged, Warren fully strips himself bare, carrying over the bucket, a brush, and a fresh cloth. His phone dropped among the rest of his belongings.
Malaphin meets him as he sets them aside; helping him ease down to sit across their stomach, hands drifting to the tether stripes that crease the ossisgari's thighs. Warren makes himself comfortable over the golden tangles, knees pressing against the chitin as the individual limbs coil inwards. "Want to start at the end?" They query, twisting the end of their segmented body against the ceiling where it still sits suspended.
Warren, once again managing his hair to keep it out of his face, nods. "Figured to work through there before having you turned over - know it takes a lot to move all this." He soaks the cloth in the water mixture, as well as the bristle brush.
Stretching out their upper body, hands folded behind their head, Malaphin sighs with a resigned nod. "Good call, just give me a minute to pull it down -" stopping short as they feel Warren shift, kneeling above them and giving a full view of his ass. It only draws them upwards to where their end pieces itself from the ceiling, end limbs curling around the fixtures as their body twists to expose the junction of chitin and fur. "You mind?" A light question as Warren cups the chitin, their own hands idle against Warren's shins.
“No,” Warren chuckles as he looks back. “Go ahead, I could use a massage anyway,” he smiles, carefully running the soaked cloth through the underside of the chimera’s final section, dividing around the limbs that hold it above.
"Of course," Malaphin smirks, watching as Warren works through their fur to rid it of idle mats, or more precisely to admire the ossisgari's back muscles. To drift down from the strong shoulders, the divides that lie over Warren's spine, towards the idle flicker of a tether tail that holds the bristle brush at the ready at this side. Watching him, Malaphin allows their hands to wander - tracing the tether divides in Warren's thighs as he begins to move down and around to the back of their chitin plates. He roughly brushes around them, to rid them of the idle grim which coaxes the chimera to sigh, into a sense of bliss as it echoes a relieving itch to their armored skin.
Further still Warren works to clean the sedentary chimera's body, carefully working around every joint, every ligament, every limb. Giving each part of the chimera's body special attention to which his nude body barely even registers anymore. Too taken by textural relief as each suggestion is taken in stride; their small insectoid limbs easily manipulated with not a bare of resistance beneath Warren's strong fingers. Drawn settled as together they move to change out the bedding, the ones which bore the chimera's central weight as their centipede properties easily hold them steady without moving too far out of position. Left to lie upon their stomach, Malaphin stretches out as Warren's hands are upon them again - massaging their junctions, cleaning the plates that connect towards their abdomen.
Arms crossed, lying upon them with a sigh, Malaphin's sight falls closed, leaning into the pleasant hands that clean along their back and spine. They caress around the spikes that flutter with their muscles and bones, each motion that draws serene as his hands knead against them. "Mmh, Divi," they sigh.
"Yes?" Warren whispers, leaning against their body as he sits upon their lower connection. Brushing along the edges of their chitin spine, "how do you feel?"
"Great," the chimera hums, leaning into the hands resting at the sides to their neck, kneading the cloth against the scales coveting their nape. "Think the only way to improve would be somewhere we could risk getting water all over," jokes, glancing back as they feel Warren lean into them. "If you're done… might be your turn, love."
Warren smiles, a short snort, "could go for a good shower honestly." He leans against Malaphin's back, sighing as he stretches his weary muscles, "or a warm bath."
"Well I can't really help with the water pressure," Malaphin smiles looking back. "Let me roll over, see what we can do with what's left."
Removing himself, Warren sits to the side as Malaphin turns their body over once more, lying back against the nestle of pillows and meeting him once more hands to thigh. Cloth still in hand Warren runs it against Malaphin's chest, easing the chimera to sigh as fingers stroke down into the of their not-stomach. Their own hands meet Warren's chest, suggesting him to sit back as beyond their golden tangles have made space for him - "go on, clean up," Malaphin hums, hands following as Warren moves.
"Oh, if you so insist," a smile returns - and Warren rests back into the bed of golden tangles. Cloth still in hand, legs laid out on their side of the chimera's head, he begins to wipe himself down. Of once well clung sweat, of idle sap that once clung to his skin, against his tired muscles abdomen and thighs. Further still as Warren so overtly shows, spreading himself before the chimera as he cleans between his thighs. Briefly spreading the folds of his groinal slit before working around his legs.
Malaphin's claws meet them as he returns to soak the cloth again, spreading over inner thighs and dancing upwards. "May I?" They sigh.
"Yes," Warren breathes, bearing himself for the wandering claws as he reclines with a settled exhale. Leaning into the touches that graze his body, legs tilted aside as claws touch amongst the edges of his groinal seam.
As Warren runs the damp cloth around his shoulders, stretching out to meet the gentle touch of the chimera's soft flesh at his back, he sighs. Sight laid half as he watches the chimera tenderly touches him, spreading white flesh bare in the damp autumn air. "Mal," he briefly breathes, setting the cloth aside, resting back as his own hand meets the chimera's at his white.
"How's your body been healing up?" Malaphin levels as their palms return soft, cupping at the ossisgari's thighs.
"Think everything's properly healed now," sighs, "Demeter wants to keep us off the field until things calmed down still. Until we know the rot won't come back for certain. They're still investigating the cure for others with it, lucky that ossisgari's are so close to cretaes." A laugh levels, "don't worry, I'm not going to pull something dumb while you're like this, Mal."
"You shouldn't anyway, with me or not," the chimera chides, "now come here, let me eat you out."
"Oh, just like that?" Warren smiles, adjusting himself, "no more of the coy tenderness?"
"Unless you got other plans," Malaphin chuffs, well aware of the arousal peeking from the ossisgari's seam. "Doesn't exactly look like you're down for just a cuddle when you flash me both holes."
"That obvious huh," sighs, crawling into a kneel.
"Yes," faces blunt, hands adjusting as Warren crawls forward towards their face, "you aren't exactly known for being subtle." And their mouth meets Warren's body, kissing the peak of his glans.
With a well worn sigh Warren falls into the motions, letting the cloth lie aside his thigh as he leans into the chimera's mouth, warmth embracing as his sight turns downwards with a smile. "Still ain't done," mildly complains, brushing the cloth along his tether lined thigh.
"Nothing stopping you," Malaphin grins, mouthing along Warren's seam, tongue tracing along the edges as their hands graze along the ossisgari's sides. "We can go slowly," they purr.
Warren hums, leaning back towards the bucket far too used. "I mean - give me a minute to toss this out, refill it."
"Not like I'm going anywhere," the chimera taunts, reclining as they lick their mouth of the moisture trace. Neither do they have to wait much longer - meeting Warren again once more as he kneels above them, shoving the pillows aside as he makes space. Well wedged between the drake's thighs, Malaphin's arms coil around him, pulling them close as tongue meets flesh once more.
With a cloth soaked in clean water lies over his chest, Warren sighs as the warmth meets him once more. Leaning into the kisses, the slow seductive grazed along the edge of his seam, he rides Malaphin's adoring mouth as he continues to wipe himself down. It leaves merely a trace of a subtle glisten to his skin as he breathes, sight cast aside as the chimera is illuminated in his arousal light. Further as he wipes water along his limbs, against his back, across his breathing vents, he relents against the mouth drawing him ready - embracing him outside and in as Malaphin hums into his body. That is until he gives in to tearing himself away. To wipe his intimate body down once more as he takes special care of his expressing form.
As his vents breathe heat, he turns himself around, tail coiling around the hand that holds against his hip - suggesting him backwards as he squeezes new water from the cloth. Easing back, welcomed by the gentle pair of hands, warmth meets his rear.
"Mal," he sighs as he finishes wiping himself down. Hips begging him back into the embrace before it fades again - moved forward as breath meets his lips. Kisses draw him to yield as he holds the cloth at his throat, breathing past the cool fabric as water drips down his chest. Grazing him just as hands draw him exposed, opened back to Malaphin's mouth tracing the bridge of his skin.
Held with sighs, tracing the cloth down between their bodies, he embraces the gilding flesh that drifts from the chimera's torso. Holding it as they coil around his fingers, dancing in illustrious ways as it wavers in time with his heart beat - read by the chimera's palms holding him wide. Water soaking once more, pelvis shifting back, he meets Malaphin's chitin limbs. Coaxing each to follow his hands as he follows their mouth - where each delve into his body draws a fresh exhale, a simmering response, a yield as he groans as it swirls his walls.
Further still he has to sit up to attend to what remains of the chimera's elongated body, and even still Malaphin follows; eating him out front to back. It spurs him to move faster, to be ready and done with the cloth bath as Malaphin rewards him at every junction meet. Another bodily hold, a vibration into his body, drawing trembling sighs that draws him to pause, and to chide Malaphin for distracting him before holding his tail high all the same.
At the final bend, too close to complete, his phone rings.
He hardly has to scramble to reach for it - sitting back upon Malaphin as he holds it to his head. "Hello," he briefs - shivering as Malaphin kisses his glans.
"Warren, good, you're still awake," a rough feminine voice answers over the other end.
"What's it, Demeter?" Warren tries not to wiggle as Malaphin teases him, stroking his ass and kissing beneath his tether tail.
"Cretae node in the south ranch is showing some signs of wear this morning, could you happen to check it out later?"
"Maybe," Warren levels - it's a few miles off from the cabin they're hiding in - "if it's nothing serious it can wait for tomorrow - what type of wear is it?" He has a quick inhale as Malaphin kisses him again, wiggling in their palms.
"Kit's saying it looks like it shed fibers, they haven't had a lot of experience with the nodes getting all knotted up like that. She's just concerned, shouldn't take more than a quick peek." He can tell she's exasperated, a long drawn sigh echoes from the other side. "Called me like six times to check on it after we split."
Warren returns the sentiment, though more to hide the shiver tracing his spine. "Tell the kit I'll be down tomorrow, I'm not in the shape to run off over there until nightfall."
"I hear you, I'll pass that along."
And Warren can't disconnect fast enough - pelvis begging against the tongue pressed into his body.
"Cretae duties?" Malaphin traces Warren's spine, drawing their mouth from glans to rear.
"Until they have someone else to take over," Warren sighs, tossing his phone aside. "I just don't have the energy to transform again, don't want to run off in the open for an hour to check what could be a very mild wear on a young node."
"Mhm," the chimera frowns, drawing themself back to look above to where their tail section hangs above, cradled as two limbs knead against the other in idle contemplation. Looking back to where the condensed rods of alchemical energy have been stored, their hands knead Warren's thighs in thought. "I can give you an excuse, get you all knocked up so we can sleep the day away."
When Warren glances back, Malaphin gestures to the rods.
"I can channel them through like eggs, I'll just need to make a few adjustments."
A moment holds pause; Warren shrugs. "I can't see why not," he chirps, "was kind of thinking the same thing - not like that, but it sounds better than just getting me fucked to exhaustion!"
Patting Warren's ass, they smile. "Go ahead and clean up, I'll get my body ready."
He nods; picking up what remains of their light bathing routine he chucks out the used water, setting the jugs aside as storage. Making certain the tops are twisted tight.
As he's away, Malaphin adjusts their body to accommodate the oviposition intentions; extending the inner workings of their genitalia along the alcoves of their segmented spine. The facilitation of oval creation are turned inwards - lining upon the innards beneath their golden flesh, shrouding the multitude of eggs they can cast as near boundless amount of energy is redirected to cultivating their growths - still in process as Warren returns to them, meeting in a kiss. "Will take a bit before they're ready," Malaphin smiles, "the eggs, that is."
"How many are you brewing up for me?" Warren chuffs, holding his cheeks as kneels above the chimera, satisfied when their warm breath is upon him again.
"As many as you're willing to fit, love." They kiss the bridge between for a moment, caressing his thighs as their sights meet. "Go ahead," they purr, motioning upwards, "give them a kiss, they've been aching to meet you."
A glance is all Warren needed met with the dangling of twinned arousals that divided between the shroud of the chimera's final section. Hung low as the limbs they're settled between lean from the support, limp in Warren's hands as he reaches up, knelt forth as he cradles one within his granting palms, breathing against the golden tone as Malaphin meets him once again.
Tongue pressing broad over the ossigari's flesh, they breathe into him as one of their succinct members is kissed. Traced around the quad split head as the other hangs aside, drafting a gentle firmness as saliva laced fingers stroke over the glans mimicry, across the narrow behind the gilding crown as lips trace the other in much the same manner. A breath holds taut as Malaphin continues to explore him with their tongue - testing against his walls as their arms hold him steady, towards their mouth and the thrust of golden tongue.
Warren can't help but squirm as finger prevade against him; petting him, dividing him, teasing him as claw tips graze his glans before retreating to his outer thighs. A conversation held naught as their movements speak for them - needing for attention, for more as their mouths meet the others' arousal. Though, as one moves upwards, kissing the taut muscle, another strokes a tender head. Warren's hips yield as Malaphin kisses his ass, breathing sighs through his throat vents as one of the chimera's members occupied his mouth.
Still yet fingering the other head, intrigued as lubricant drips between the split crown, his walls are met again - gasping as Malaphin holds him still. “Mal,” he begs, holding one cheek aside as he glances back, shifting. “Careful,” parts barely a sigh.
Hands crawl over his body, palms meeting his pecs and giving them an encouraging squeeze as their mouth pulls away. “Want them all up front?” kissing the ossisgari’s hand.
“I -,” drawn to a pause, Warren looks to the pair before him. Snagged in a realization he looks back, shifting his hips with a broad smile and a nod. “I can handle them both ways,” he suggests, “granted, it might take me a bit to shift my mass to accommodate them.” His mouth meets the less entertained member, thumbing against the split head. “Be damned by accuracy, I’ll try for as many as you have, Malik.”
“Come here, then,” Malaphin purrs, slipping themself between Warren’s thighs as their arms worm themselves out from the kneeling pin. Hands drawn to the ossisgari’s hips they pull him back, to sit upon their front as the pair of erections retract back into their final section. Large spindled limbs hold against the cracks in the wall, easing the heavy body back to the floor as hands plys idle to Warren’s body. Stroking his glans, claws prodding towards his walls - clawed feet press them against him. Pleaded for as Warren guides the hands with his own, lying back upon the chimera as their immense lower section moves around them - curling into a surrounding wall as together they lie back into the cushions.
Mouths met, Warren pulling Malaphin into his own, his gloss black meets suggesting gold, pressing into a coil before their temples lie upon the other. Serene as Warren pulls his other leg over so it isn’t pinned beneath the chimera’s heavy body as their hollow chitin coils around them.
As fingers still play, his legs hitch over the centipede coils as they draw tighter; comfortably even more so as they rest beneath his knees, cradled by a chitin limb marked by a golden jut. Movements that breathe with each gentle exhale, granted between the indulge and withdraw, as teeth meet and depart while fingers spread the soaking white and hands pull their bodies together. Warren’s hands play over the chimera’s spine, dancing in tandem as his other presses at the chimera’s glow where it departs their ribs. A sensitivity that encourages for more as sweat laden smiles meet, indulging deeper as Malaphin chokes Warren’s breath, making him breathe from the vents lining his throat.
And, as they withdraw, fingers spread Warren to the warmth of their glowing gold innards.
“Malaphin,” sighs with half-lid eyes as their heads lie together. “Got everything all set up, now,” he removes his hand from the chimera’s golden ribs, licking it clean before grabbing their bearded chin. “How big we talking,” his hips shift as fingers withdraw, stroking his aching glans.
"Well," Malaphin hums, palm dragging to hold at the ossigari's stomach. "Want them more egg shaped, or like the rods? A bit oval," their hand plies over Warren's gut, grabbing at his pudge side to front as their final section begins to ease over, body shifting so the tilt of hips are less extreme. "Might take a while..."
"Yea," Warren sighs, pushing pillows beneath his hips as his clawed feet play at the chimera's chitin, toes playing with the sickle limbs that carry the final section over to lie between his thighs. Looking down between his adamant flush draws ever warmer - the twinned erections resting at his inner thighs. "Did they get bigger?"
Guiding Warren to look over, a rumble rolls through Malaphin's chest. "Just only slightly - so they can easily pass the eggs through."
"Fair," Warren sighs, one hand of his own moving down to himself, spreading himself open as he watches the ends twitch, crowns flexing the duct entrance as mucus continues to seep. "What material are they going to be?" he queries, wiggling as one rolls down to his stomach, leaving a trail before it withdraws.
"Conglomerate, I have enough in my reserves to craft about 36 sizable ones. Don't think they'll break down inside you, if that's alright?"
"Mhm," Warren bites his lip, feeling the mucus draft towards his ass. "Can I try one? To see how my body reacts."
"Certainly, my dear Divi," rumbles, reaching towards the one that drools lubricant across his inner thigh. Together they watch; Warren taking note how the structure flares, how a section draws taut as a bulge begins to slide through the slender organ. As the tubular muscle squeezes, flexing into firm as a section knots itself into a lock, a slightly rounded shape drops into Malaphin's hand. Though, before offering it to the ossisgari, they sample it themselves; smelling and tasting it.
But doesn't allow Warren to hold it himself.
"Ah," Malaphin teases, holding it just out of reach. "Let me," and offers it to him - a gesture to consume it without touch.
Though it does bring a tinge of annoyance - a stubborn characteristic - Warren accepts with an open mouth.
Like a piece of a succulent fruit he takes it in its entirety - even as it bulges in his mouth from the prevalent heat that steams through his enamored throat, barely melting in his mouth. It leaves the mild earthy taste to linger before swallowing it whole - pressing both of his respiratory systems until it begins to slide down his throat, sinking into his combustion organ. A warm gasp breathes as it sinks into his gut.
"How is it?" The chimera curls.
"Using parts of your flesh?" Warren wonders, leaning over on an elbow.
"Had to make it a basis from something," the chimera smiles, "same process I use for the rods. They just take a fraction compared to these." Looking down to where the pair of mighty erections lie on the crest to Warren's thighs. "Should mean they last longer inside you than any other composition. Since you rival a blast furnace when you're so close to fogging over."
With an uneven sigh, a momentary pause, he nods. "Fair, but we'll see how they do inside me," he yields as he takes his place back into the midst of Malaphin's coils. And, as Malaphin draws them ever slightly tighter, Warren settles comfortably with his legs caught high - the organs rest upon his stomach, the sickle limbs gently crest his hips.
Both of their hands meet at his groin - spreading their mess.
"Would be easier to fit one in my ass first," Warren sighs, reaching around himself as Malaphin leans against his chest. "Seeing as, you know," a chuckle parts, holding one cheek aside as he feels Malaphin's claws direct the crown down between his thighs. He can see the furred section arch back, the sickle limbs easing over his legs as it all retracts - granting room as their hands meet behind him. "Mal," Warren breathes, arm curling around to their neck.
"Easy, dove," the chimera coos, guiding the head of the snaking ovipositioner to the ossisgari's ass. One finger extended, teasing against the muscles, they hold it still. Weighing the pressure as Warren's hand abandons himself to hold at their arm. "Easy, open up for me, Divi," their voice carries in a whisper, leaning to kissing the outstretched throat.
"Ah, Mal," Warren breathes, angling his hips to meet the erection held at his hole. Breathing slow as it begins to take, swarming his senses as each hesitant clench gives way for more.
"There we go, love," Malaphin kisses Warren's throat white, hand withdrawn when they're certain it wouldn't be pushed out of the ossisgari. "Now the other, when you're ready." Their hand rests over the drake's stomach.
"Mhm," settles a minor whine, wiggling around the pressure as the chitin limbs dance against his hips. And again, his hand moves down - spreading himself as beneath his tail wraps around the one pressed inside his ass. "Malik," he sighs before their mouths meet, indulging into another kiss as the chimera directs the other into him. Breathing into the other as his hips hitch as it easily makes its way through his white coils, pressing into him firm.
"There we go," Malaphin sighs into Warren's mouth, shifting as their end section moves. "Divi," their voice yields - holding against his stomach as the chitin limbs curl around the ossisgari's hips, pulling the bodies close.
It draws him to shiver, voice creaking as the girths hold themselves in full, making their way deep into his body. Pumps that are only driven by the organs themselves as the end section holds it still against his hips, creasing him as his feet knead against the furred top, hands holding Malaphin tight as the chimera's body fills him taut.
"Mal - oh fuck," Warren whimpers, back templing as the dual sensations opens him up further, sloppily as he can feel mucus soaking his tail and the skin of his inner thighs. "Fuck," he breathes, enamored as they tunnel into him - making even more space in his body for anticipation of the coming lay.
"Sssh, dove," Malaphin kisses his throat. "Almost there, give me a few more,"
"Mhmm!" Warren's face curls with anxious umber, mewling into Malaphin as his hips temple for the double penetration. Already too close to stop it, he lets go; muscles in his loins contracting around the barrage, simpering as the heavy tail section keeps him pinned in place. "Oh, Malik," he heaves, holding the chimera's face, spurring another seductive kiss as the pair merely decrease their speed - wedging forward to test his ability to stretch.
"Easy," Malaphin breathes, leaning into Warren's hands, "ass first? Or alternate - I should be able to switch out if one gets to be too much." Their voice chimes as they run their claws through his hair, dividing it from the light braid as they kiss again.
"Alternate," Warren breathes, "I should be able to fit most in my front - made a pocket for them." He sighs, tail flickering on the dampener fabric.
"You mean a womb?"
A huff, a sigh, "whatever - not calling it that exactly."
"Is it a little further?" Malaphin teases, spurring one to explore.
"Yea-aah there, right there," his feet twitch, legs pressing against the tail section as the crown teases at his second entrance. "Don't, exactly know how easily it'll take eggs." He shivers.
With a smile Malaphin kisses his neck. "Relax," their hand roams over the ossisgari's stomach. "Let's figure that out first, shouldn't be too hard."
As the organ gently presses further, claws meet the drake's glans, tenderly stroking the aftereffect orgasm to renew. Inside the crown shifts shape - an arrow teasing with a pairing explorative nodes searching for the mimicry of a cervix. Petting external, internal, it all begins to give way as they rut one to the other - Malaphin stroking the penetrated white fibers that dance around their golden organ.
"Ah," Warren sighs, an arm stretching back as he temples into the stretch, the pressure to his inner cavity, "there."
"Hold on," the chimera whispers as their breathing shares, shivering as Warren holds tight around them.
As a hand ventures into the tangle of their golden glow torso, caressing the sensitive golden as the last section limbs ease and shift. "Need to be sure, there's not too much friction in there."
"What are you -" Warren shivers, legs kneading as a sensation makes the answer - spilling over inside out as prelude mucus saturates his insides. "Ahhh, oh fuck me," again he shivers, toes splayed as the girths fill him up once more; they tunnel deep inside him, knots growing along the midsections.
"Almost there, dove," Malaphin cups Warren's hip to their own where their body divides. "Just wanted to make sure you're well lubricated." Their thumb guides Warren to look to them, locking into a partial gaze.
"Won't last too long in there," Warren taunts with a kiss, "better hurry up," removing his hand from the chimera's torso.
"Of course," the chimera sighs, squeezing a groan from the drake, "you're still warm in there - make a good incubator."
"Oh shut it," Warren gasps, feeling as the knots press against his walls in tandem. Almost locking around them if it weren't for the over spilling lube that coats them. "Going to boil them with all the goo you unloaded into me," he heaves, groaning as the ends press deep - the crowns flaring to rub at his walls.
Locking inside him.
"Mal!"
"Sssh," Malaphin leans into him, kissing his temple, his throat, holding against his stomach as arms curl around to their back. "Relax, first set are on their way, Divi." And, as the sickle limbs yank at Warren's hips, the organs begin their gentle flux - girth increasing as the first of many begins to move.
It weighs heavy inside his mimicry of intestines, deposited with a slop as the next presses at his mockery of a cervix - stalled by pressure until the sickle limbs push him down, popping into his inner cavity to lay the first of many.
And Warren squirms; legs kneading as he's locked around the filling penetrations, held still by the heavy tail section and moved by the chimera's lowest limbs. Unable to do more than enjoy the process as Malaphin kisses his throat, enamoring him with gentle touches as the second set makes its way into him.
"Here's the second, love," the chimera cooes, brushing his hair from his face, tilting them into a kiss that Warren viciously returns as his breathing heaves. Third and fourth are as heavy as the last - hinting him for the final weight that will settle in his gut at the end of it all. As their mouths depart, temples pressing, Malaphin's voice lies low. "Fifth and sixth - how are you doing love?"
"More," Warren exhales, a hand roaming down to his stomach, his groin where it fingers over the coming swell of the sixth egg. "Oh fuck, they're big," he groans, legs curling as the heaving thrusts pass them beyond the knot holding his body, to the length buried inside of him.
"If you need a pause, just tell me," Malaphin cooes, hand meeting Warren's hand. Claws guiding over the golden flex that buries into Warren's white.
He nods, back arches as the weight inside him grows. Fifth and sixth: laid.
Resting the divide of teeth against his forehead, Malaphin breathes slow as the limbs pull Warren complete - the sickle limbs like a vice as the pace of thrusts improve. An inhale, and exhale mark the deep press, for the seventh and eighth; ninth and tenth. Warren shivers as he yields - eleventh and twelfth - and grips the chimera's arm. Squeezing.
"Mhm," he barely makes out, overtaken by the intoxication of being laid out. "Hold ohh-on," whispers, drooling.
"What is it - need a moment?" The chimera cooes, relieving the pressure to the ossisgari's loins.
"I-ah think that's enough, in my ass," he trembles, kneading his legs around the tail. "Can you, hold on and check?" His eyes narrow, pupils wide as alchemical heat rises through his throat as steam.
Holding a hand to Warren's stomach, the sigil on the back of Malaphin's hand glows. In search of the echoes of the eggs as the weight pressing there begins to yield. "Will take a moment - might have to shift them, get a sense of where they sit inside you, dove." They look to Warren - and he nods.
"Go for it - Just, want to be sure it hasn't got rerouted to my combustive gut. You know," he gestures, wiping the drool from his mouth.
"Mhm," the chimera almost sits - leans to him as their hand moves over his soft stomach. Inside Warren the mass shifts, the girth reducing so it can search beneath within his body. Made narrow it easily presses pass the rear clutch - coiling around them in a count as their hand follows as the ossisgari writhes. "Top most one is here," they sigh, cupping Warren's side just beneath his rib cage, where he exhales dense steam from his vents.
"Mhm," simmers a restless whine, "how many did you have for me again? 36?"
"36 to start, we shared one." Malaphin reminds him with a thumb to his lip. "12 laid. 23 left. That's the max, but we can stop short, just means I'll have to reabsorb the ones that are left."
"Oh, right," the ossisgari sighs, hand kneading where the chimera's hand departed. "Mhn - yeah think that's enough back in there, rest can fit up front."
"Okay," the chimera purrs, kissing his forehead. "Just give it a minute - want to make sure none of them get lost in there." Slowly, cautiously, the girth stirs inside Warren - spinning around the clutch dragging moist mucus to web around them as he groans and lets out an embarrassing squeal. And, as once it is done, retracts completely, leaving only a sticky plug in its wake. To seal his body until the eggs are ripe to be laid.
Hand lied across face - Warren's face runs hot.
Malaphin cools him down, pulling the hand aside and kissing his cheeks. "You're doing well, Dove," rumbling as they kiss him once more. "Almost half of them, do you need a moment?"
"No," Warren breathes, pulling the chimera to meet him. "Fill me up with what remains - where are you going to put that one now?" He notions to the one lingering on his stomach, "might as well try and see if it can fit beside the other one."
"You sure?"
Warren nods; already well past the point of inhibition. "Do it, stick both of them far inside me, lay those fat heavy eggs inside my belly."
"It will stretch you out like I could ever before," Malaphin warns - directing it beside the other as they kiss the warmth of throat vents.
"Just try me," Warren sighs, staring down at the dual. "Let them ruin me."
He gasps, groaning into an idle whimper as the second makes its place beside the other. Where it sinks him deep into submission as they press tightly inside, filling him so achingly complete that the knots have to notch themselves one-to-one. Filling his canal so temptingly taut, stretching him out as they both narrow against his chamber entrance.
"This," Malaphin sighs, taken into the depths of intoxication sensations as their body trembles, fighting for dominance with themself. "Is going to be difficult, Divi."
"I know," Warren whines, pulling Malaphin against him. "Queue them up, fill me with your eggs, Malik," he kisses the chimera's beard, rubbing cheek to cheek, "just take it slow, even if it takes all morning." He glances to the window far above them, where morning light bleeding through the curtain as outside he can hear the birds sing and the slow seep of water from the hose.
Mouth hovering over the ossisgari's throat, Malaphin kisses the anxious throat vents, nipping the sensitive white. "Very well - hold on then, love, for it may take some time."
As saliva traces, they smile together as temples press.
Carefully - almost slowly - the chimera's organs swell with their remaining clutches, stretching Warren to the point all his noises are creaks, speaking only with his hands as he pleads the chimera close as they move with each body carving thrust. It's a dance they soon sink into - easing the eggs to lay one after the other as his stomach begins to swell. Of one, and two, one, to three collapsing into him he holds a hand against his gut, his other holding the chimera in a vice as they simmer in the filling motions. Swaying as the bulk catches inside him, pressing to give away before suddenly cradling into place.
Drawn almost hoarse, he collapses into another weak orgasm, legs twitching as the fourth clutch of six settles inside his chamber. "Five more," the chimera sighs against his throat, "24, and 6, hmm, Divi. You're so warm, going to cook those eggs well," they joke.
"Hmm," Warren whimpers, "gods, I feel so fucking bloated, Mal." He holds his stomach, made firmer by the eggs that fill him taut. "Don't know how many more I can fit in there," complains. His legs anxiously plea, almost limp on the chimera’s coils as the chitin legs hold around his hips. Holding him completed around the organs.
"I can relieve them lower down, you know," Malaphin kisses his throat, allowing the girths to depart the ossisgari's guttural chamber. "If you still want them."
Well drenched in sweat, Warren nods. "Best to do that," he exhales, "that'll be certain I can't move for a while. Completely fucked up and stuffed," his voice creaks.
"As you ordered," Malaphin teases, "will take us a while to relieve them too - I'll take care of you until then, love."
"Mhn," leaning back, Warren's hand explores the two burrowed deep inside him, easily filling him with the last remaining eggs. "I'd love that, genuinely." His weary voice chirps, purring as the last egg seats itself within his pelvis.
As the ends of the chimera's organs begin to depart, they leave a sticky sealing mass in their wake - filling his remaining space, holding the eggs firmly within his pelvis as he holds the chimera close. Flushed with sweat, his body once left agape, Warren feels the mess clinging to his skin, his thighs, his well worn out white by the seminal plug front to back.
Malaphin, once more, kisses him.
And Warren bites back, still hungry for the chimera as consciousness begins to trace away, sinking into the chimera's arms as they lay him down amongst the makeshift nest.
"Rest well, my dearest Divi," Malaphin brushes the hair from his tired eyes, kissing them closed as the ossisgari falls asleep.
Clutching his stomach, Warren groans.
Afloat in a cloud of brief nausea, piecing together his fragmented recollection, he begins peeling himself awake, fighting off the exhaustion that clings to his sight as stares off sightless, in thought towards a nondescript middle distance before he tries to move. He's halted just as quickly as his abdomen lies swollen, heavy, keeping him sedentary and unbearably warm as his freshly woken limbs try to shake the sleep numb nerves.
As his sight lies bathed in the brisk of an alchemical fog, he looks to the window for some hint for how long he's been asleep - only to find the sky bathed in a setting orange.
"Fuck, how long have I been out," grumbles beneath his breath, groaning out the aches as he tries to remove himself from the prone lied amongst the nest of pillows and cushions. A fussing that turns him to the blanket weighing heavily upon his body, reaching around it only to find the cradling grasp of a chitin limb lying over, cradling him towards the dozing chimera at his back. One of two, he eventually finds as the other twitches beneath his side, coveting him in the mess of blankets before heaving the first from his body, lying it aside his hip.
Leaning over the best he can, Warren flinches, his coils entangled still with the sticky mess that still saturates between his thighs. Less of a moisture, more of a residue slime that holds him anxiously well aware as each shift of sleep tired limbs echoes down to his sensitive white; an attention that daunts him further, to self inspect himself as a hand quests down where his glan aches. Long stimulated even within his sleep.
Hand pulled over his eyes, “fuck,” he heaves, pleading his temple as he can barely shift himself away from the relieving numbing pressure within his pelvis, his hips, his belly. Swollen still with the chimera’s makeshift eggs, he’s almost certain that they’ve somehow become larger within his ambient heat. What would’ve been a heavy concern only belies mild at most as he knuckles against his eyes, fielding a relation for the bites of nausea that ills against his throat. Fingers questing exploratory and yearning - until they’re laid there’s not much he can really do - weighted down by the clutches even as his limbs slowly return to their senses.
Casting his leg aside - there's not much he can do.
Hand still dove between his thighs, he spreads the saturating mess that clings to his coils and aching glans, cupping over his sensitive white as he tries to find himself amongst it all. Uncertain of just how much he may have endured as he slept, traced with but the briefest of what may have been a wet dream he draws himself out. Although his vulva cast coils lie sticky with Malaphin’s sealant, his glans is not as well inhibited. Eagerly, it aches to half mast as his fingers coax around the edges of his messed seam, tracing around it with sticky wet fingers, wrapping around his encumbered girth.
Aching for reprieve.
“Malik,” he sighs, gingerly brushing the blanket aside beneath the resting sickle limb, looking over his egg swollen stomach as he pulls a pillow up beneath his head. His breath whispers as his strokes ache slow, trying his best to keep quiet and to not rouse the sleeping chimera; even as the chitin limb idly curls against his side and bundles the blanket aside. Though, even further as his breath aches hot, furthered by the sticky matter that messes his fingers, his nerves made a blistering fire where every touch makes him shiver, it falls to the wayside. Squirming, barely coherent to muffle his breath as it heaves into the pillow curled into his arm.
Sight cast aside, enamored with the blistering warmth that dances his nerves on fire, he fists into the sheets - both hands knuckling white as he burrows himself into the jerks. Claws simply shattering him into another orgasm - aching, well spent, his dry orgasm heaving as his body contracts around the eggs, casting him into another full body writhe.
Claws dance up to his throat, gentle to guide him from the saliva soaked cushion.
“The prince finally wakes,” Malaphin purrs, leaving a kiss to trace along Warren’s chin.
“And so has the brood bearer,” the ossisgari huffs, aching out the weak orgasm as his after twitches are directed aside by a chitin limb, rubbing against it as he tries to teeter aside. Squirming around the ache within his overfilled gut as a hand palms against it - he can tell for certain his anatomy has been thrown out of wack by the chimera’s eggs simmering inside of him. “Oh, Mal,” he groans, hand holding over their palm as the chimera leans over him, their tail end hanging over them like a gloomy chandelier. “I think they’ve swollen, I can’t move.”
Malaphin’s arms curling around him, their hands help him lean against the pillow collective. Their chin resting on Warren’s tilt exposed throat. “Well, that was the plan, wasn’t it?”
Warren grumbles. “Yeah; but, fuck,” his voice bubbles, directing the chimera’s claws to himself, “so warm, so hot.”
“I can tell,” they dismiss the plea for touches, holding around the egg swollen stomach, “went after yourself as you slept, what were you dreaming about?”
“Can’t recall,” Warren heaves, body curling towards the chimera’s resting body, lying beside them in the nestle of pillow and blankets. “Must’ve been swell seeing me like that, all stuffed up and needy with your eggs.” He does try to stem from going at himself once more, holding over the chimera’s cradling palm. “Oh, if anything I need these eggs out of me; it’s gotten me unbearably hot.” A smile laced with saliva tilts back, his closed eyes kissed by the chimera.
“I can tell,” Malaphin purrs, palms crawling over the drake’s body, holding him close over sides and vents, cupping over his heavy pecs as they kiss once more. “I can feel it, like an overloading furnace every inch of you feels blistering,” a short gesture shows their palms - scaled to protect their skin, “shouldn’t have worried about you getting chills, or worry about covering you while you slept.”
“Well, the gesture was appreciated, love,” he sighs, brushing the chimera into another temple press, yielding into the hand on his hip. “But, oh please, help me lay these, I don’t think I can take the heat anymore like this, stuffed up, unable to move.” Steam whispers from his mouth, along his throat, a conscious heat fired by every gentle touch.
“Just hold on,” whispers as chitin limbs hold over the thrown over thigh, careful in the embracing grip as the chimera’s body shifts, easing him to arch back in the cove of their golden flesh. “I can take care of it, dove; just breathe. Slowly for me.” A hand held against the ossisgari’s pelvis, the other coiled around ribs and chest, they hold their scaled body close, warmed by the drake’s internal heat.
“I’ll try,” Warren sighs, shifting back to the cooling touch of the prehensile flesh that presses against his hips, his thighs. As his tail coils around whatever it can manage to hold, he holds over the chimera’s hands, following them as he stifles his steaming exhales. “Mal,” he breathes, sight lasping closed as the plush flesh cushions his body, cooling him along his spine as their bodies press. Unspent as he follows the guiding palms, baring himself to them as he opens up to the touches flowing from his backside, his ass, dividing between his thighs.
Touches he grants entry, yielding to the tender palms with a sigh.
“There,” Malaphin kisses his neck, tracing beneath the grace of a bonespur, “is that better, Divi?”
A nod; “yes,” Warren relieves as his thighs are cast open.
Partly laid on his back, their joined hands return to his loins.
“Malik,” a sigh breathes; claws trace around the sticky mess that holds his coils captive, ginger in their graces as each coil is yielded free of the saturating binds. Part for part, Malaphin breaks down the seal that covets the clutches, stroking the space between gently to ease further entry for the lay. As the claws dance against him, pleading him, opening him further to the cool sigh of the chimera’s golden internals, Warren holds Malaphin close, embracing them as their temples press and ease. “Won’t enjoy cleaning all this up,” he huffs, giving himself into the palm separating his white from the sticky matter.
“Don’t worry,” Malaphin vies a light laugh, mouth pressing to temple, “planned for it to be incredibly messy once we’re done. Already set something down to keep it all contained, whatever heat you have inside there and the eggs.”
“You going to break them down after all this?” Warren looks sideways, head tilted down to where he watches the chimera’s hand dove between his thighs.
“Of course,” they vie, “won’t expect you to find something to do with them after going through this.”
“Yeah,” Warren’s voice is light, sighing as he can feel the last of the sealant break away from his coils, open to the cabin air once more as he can feel the pressure shift. And, with his very first muscle contraction one pops free; and he quivers, holding a pillow to his mouth as he withholds a gasp.
“Good,” Malaphin sighs, hand gently pressing aside the white seam, “want to take care of the remaining four in there? Or take care of the other seal.”
“I think the ones in front are the ones that have swollen,” Warren’s voice is muffled, holding over his gut. “The ones in my ass can wait until they’re all out… leaves a little stimulation in the meantime,” he laughs, head leaning against Malaphin’s own. “Let’s take care of these -” he huffs as he squeezes another out, dropping over thigh and into the cove of golden, “and work them out of my stomach - they’re squeezing the shit out of my guts and my mass - can almost feel my combustive gut in my throat.”
“Got it,” Malaphin shifts, adjusting so Warren has better support beneath his chest as their hand continues to ply around his groin - stimulating as the remaining three eggs eventually pop free covered in orgasm mucus. ”There we go.”
Breathing slow, Warren pleads Malaphin’s hands on his body, to roam over his gravid stomach to ease gentle pressure - shifting the eggs inside him. As their temples lie together, joined hands roam as a pair along the four most outer bounds of his swell. "Follow me," Malaphin breathes between them - for not their hands, but for the breathing pace.
Sharing in their reclusive space, the ossisgari and chimera breathe in time. Timing to three before their hands give his swollen stomach a gentle press.
"Breathe," whispers as Warren falls out of sync, pelvis snapping into the awaiting golden as an egg finds its path. Still inside him, he still keeps pace with the chimera. His focus less on the pressure in his gut, nor the saturation of his walls or thighs, but granted by each furling breath. Kissed with another deep inhale as another works itself from his squeezing coils. Lapsed from the tangle of white as claws cup him, holding the egg against him as he breathes a soft relief.
23 to go.
Discarding it aside, claws stroke him as he follows their pattern on his own, shifting the eggs lied inside his stomach as once more they breathe in sync. Holding as the chimera's palm splits, held open as the coils splay with a soft tightening of muscles - pushing another one free to an awaiting palm. "You're doing good love," Malaphin sighs, temples lying soft as their head meet aside, "keep it up, tell me if you need anything help."
"Hmm," Warren sighs, leaning into the chimera. Briefing a kiss. "Would be so much easier to let my kiln drop in," he breathes, working another egg to sink from his chamber.
"But there's no fun in that, is there?"
"True," he sighs, letting a mild groan yield as he presses the egg from his body, slicken by the trace they left inside him. "Nowhere near as enjoyable."
21 remain
"Malik," Warren breathes as their faces meet, drawn into another fulfilling kiss as he continues to coax the eggs towards his canal. Pleading against his stomach as his vents breathe in his steed, furling light as saliva traces in their afterglow. "Here comes 21," his voice is light, enamored as the chimera massages his coils open, ready to lay the next as his muscles tighten, forcing the egg from his body to another soft choir of sounds. Of his relief, and of their approval. Unrepentant as they tend to his whines.
Gender touches yield him for more, relaxing into the pleasant pressure that begins to take hold. Relief guiding him as more are worked from his coils, laid into an attentive palm as Malaphin guides him with kisses and synchrony breaths. Even as the clutches swell larger, it's only when one gets caught does it delay their intimate ritual - Warren snarling as he squeezes around it hard, gasping as it, inevitably,
breaks.
"Hmm," he grunts, face basking in soft umber as he can feel the shards dance inside him, the internals hot within his walls as he squirms. "Mal, problem," he steams, "I broke one."
"How's -" Malaphin pauses, just briefly as their fingers hold against the drooling that departs the ossisgari's hole. "Hold on," they shift, meeting his face with their own, "keep you breathing steady, I got you."
"Mhn," Warren complains, holding a hand to his aching entry to his chamber, egg shattered into two. Graciously the aches last not much longer, shivering as the chimera's cool flesh presses inside him; searching, exploring, yielding for him until he relaxes to find the sticky remnants. And, ever so gently as he wiggles around the searching grips, the remains are pulled free, dropping out of him with a sigh.
One of many swollen in his body.
"Malik," he heats, leaning into Malaphin. "Care to help me, with the next few?"
"No worries," they purr, filling the ossisgari with another squirming piece of themselves. "This should make it easier; breathe in."
He does -
"Breathe out," and they begin to flood him with mucus, lubricant that creases every wall and squirm, saturating and sticky as it warms into where the remaining eggs still collect. Overspilling as the tendril departs his white, drooling as the chimera's claws return, fingering as their process begins once more.
"Oh Mal," Warren breathes, caressing his stomach as the wet claws hold him open, splitting his sensitive white. As another egg drops out of his chamber, walls taut as he spends the time readying the next, he yearning Malaphin into another heated kiss. Breathing mouth into mouth, he groans as he pushes one out of himself, just as large as the last, and other more that lies against his thigh. Left there as Malaphin pleads to his sensitive white.
"Let's get the rest of those eggs out if you," Malaphin breathes, hitching Warren's leg up further into the crook of their elbow, holding him anxiously open as the eggs mess between them mucus soaked.
"Mhn please, Mal," Warren sighs, holding Malaphin's head against him as their left palms move as one over his belly. Pressing, searching for the stubborn eggs that threaten to lodge themselves inside him. One, after another, they work through the threats of becoming egg bound; enamored with each successful departure as they begin to pile up between them.
Yearning, Warren holds himself as Malaphin coaxes another through his internal entry, pressured out as he squeezes the chamber taunt - only a handful remains. Malaphin counts six firm shapes beneath Warren's fat, muscle, and skin.
"Let me," the ossisgari sighs, grazing his moisture slicken hand from his saturated white. Banishing the chimera back to his loins as he moves to lean, looking over the estranged clutch that lies between his thighs. "Fuck, no wonder I couldn't move," he jokes, gazing upon the sizes of the eggs that once filled him taut. Palming his own stomach top to bottom as he squeezes out the rest, caught in the chimera's palm as they kiss his neck.
"You did beautifully, my dove," their voice purrs, cupping against his side as they trace the furl of throat vents. "Four more," and graze to his nape, attentive and teasing as their palm awaits the next as Warren pleads them from his gut.
"Still have the ones in my ass," Warren reminds, sighing out the pressure of another egg. "I trust those would be easier than these? Since you spun around them before sealing them." Another sighed from his body, laid amongst the rest as claws tease his glans.
"Mhm," Malaphin resides at his side, making space between ass and curling tail. "Once I work the seal free, I can guide them all out, one by one."
"You webbed them all together?"
"Of course," Malaphin sighs, kissing his back as he works the last two through his canal. "They're set one by one, can't, really do that with such a massive clutch."
"Fair," Warren sighs, breathing relief as the final eggs pop free from his canal. Stroked by the chimera's claws as he lies tired, almost spent.
"Not going to have the energy for the run like this," Malaphin sighs, fishing down for an egg. "Would you at all mind?" And offers it to Warren, "eating at least this one - I can work out the ones in your ass and donate some energy after."
With only a brief hesitation, he agrees, taking the egg as he follows the chimera's guiding palm. Swallowing it whole, he leans against the cushions as his ass wavers in the air, exposed completely as he looks back to where the chimera moves to sit - a palm at his sealed ass. "Careful," he pauses, wiggling as their mess of mucus is drawn up from the mess of 29 eggs. Some as large as tennis balls.
"I will," Malaphin cooes, kissing a tether stripe that crosses over Warren's spine. "Just relax," their claws gently plead against the sticky mess, dividing it from skin and hole.
Sigh breathing into a pillow, Warren yields to the chimera's gentle hands. Where claws turn finger blunt as they rid of the sticky mess, they massage his body front to back, parting around the stem that connects it to eggs obstructing the ossisgari's insides. A base of matter keeps it all to form as the sealant fully departs, broken down by the chimera's coaxing hands.
"Ready?" Malaphin's voice is gentle as they part fingers around the stem, following it into the ossisgari with a gentle pull. "I'm going to remove them one at a time. And only pull slowly when you relax, okay?"
Warren nods as he looks back, still partly enamored with the volume of eggs he had managed to fit inside him, face coated flush as he holds the pillow against it. "Mhm," his breath sighs, wiggling around the fingers as they preside further, relaxing with the gentle pull easing him back via his ass.
Blunt fingers finding the first, Malaphin kisses his hip.
"Relax," purrs as they remind, pulling the stem gently as they apply opposing pressure to the egg. Keeping in control as Warren fully relaxes to the swell presenting in his rear, easing to it as he opens up around it with a hum.
The first pops free; and Warren wiggles.
A groaning sigh.
"Good, good," Malaphin rewards him with a kiss, rubbing the crest between his thighs and ass. "Five more, Divi."
"Mhmm," rolls through Warren as he can feel fingers inside him again, dividing around the stem, coaxing the entire length of eggs to retreat through his makeshift guts. Tail hiked back, he breathes deep as the next makes it out just as easily, popping from him, shattering him into a stimulated wiggle, a huff into the pillow.
For a pause, the chimera wiggles the stem between their fingers, teasing him into another writhes as they move inside him. Feeling it all, pressing inside heats his breath, leaking wisps of steam as moves to hold his aching glans.
"No," the chimera whispers, tracking his hand down to the pillows. "Not until they're all out, Divi," forwarns, making another gentle pull on the egg beading stem.
"Mal," he barely complains, curling around the pressure centering on his ass, gasping as the next egg swells larger at his walls. He can't help but squirm, knuckle pressing against his inner thighs as he tries to fight the aching desire. Drawn almost taut, he buried his drooling mouth into the pillow, aching as his muscles push it free.
Popping from him, sticky and wet.
"Good," Malaphin purrs against his hips, rubbing his aching hole as they pause. "Enjoying it, huh?"
Looking back, the ossisgari nods. "It's been a while," he levels with a sigh, squirming as the chimera's claws enter him again in search for the next egg. "Need to try it more, getting fucked in my ass," he hums. Groaning as he can feel the next one draw him taut, feet curling at it swells in him - gasping as it pops free.
"Two more," Malaphin purrs, rubbing his aching hole. "Maybe after you take care of the node, we can feed that hungry hole of yours." Casting over a smile.
It's returned as Warren wiggles around their hand, sighing as pressure builds again. "I'd love that, and to do it like our first time," he parts, humming as Malaphin keeps the egg passing slow, giving Warren space to breathe as it departs.
"Outside, among the stars?"
"Half dressed, covered in dirt and grime, riding you out until morning light," Warren smiles, beaming back.
He gasps as Malaphin swats his ass.
"Now now," the chimera laughs, easing the last of the eggs from the ossisgari's body. "Keep that fantasy alive for tomorrow," and, as Warren again yields to the pressure, the last egg pops free. Dropped among the others; they kiss his hip. "Let's get you cleaned up and dressed, will take me until morning light to reassess all these back into their composites."
With a sigh Warren drops himself back among the nest of laid eggs, sticky front to back as his tail sways. "Give me a boost, my dear," he leans back, to embrace the chimera once more as their heart lies golden, exposed among their flesh and cradled by Warren's saturated hands. Cleaning them as they transfer energy one to another as they kiss.
