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[ childe brings their joined hands to his lips for a kiss. ] A breather? [ he laughs, setting a slow pace with which to fuck him. ] I can't wait for him to see my mark on you, especially stretched out when you're full of cum and eggs and just so incredibly mine. [ fuck dottore. he's staking claim on scaramouche. that stupid bastard had his chance, but now scaramouche is HIS, and childe is feeling incredibly territorial. ] I wonder what he'll say to all of that. [ he sets a hand on his womb, smoothing a few fingers over the mark as he starts picking up the pace. ] Maybe I'll give you two big eggs. [ he gives a laugh, kissing the corner of his lips. ] What do you say to that?

[ he’s already feeling overstimulated, and he loves that. He kets out a soft groan as he moves his hips, matching Childe’s movements and keeping his gaze on him. His face is flushed and he looks absolutely fucked out, and yet he hasn’t had enough yet.

He loves the possessiveness and jealousy. He always does. ]

Y-yes! I want them - the biggest you can give me. I want - my belly to be full for all to see.

[ not that he plans on letting others see him like that, no matter how hot the thought is. But it’s a fantasy.

He brings childe’s hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles, imitating him from just earlier ]

Does that mean - you’re fine with me messing with him, so long as he can see your marks?

Edited 2022-10-22 20:31 (UTC)

[ childe smiles, brushing his knuckles over scaramouche’s cheek, enjoying how absolutely fucked out of his mind he looks. if he could keep him like this, bouncing on his dick all day and all night, then he absolutely would. a cum hungry slut like him deserves nothing less. ]

[ another shudder as he thinks about showing Scaramouche off, making it known far and wide that he’s off limits. ] Y- Yeah, [ said breathlessly. ] I’m going to fill you so good, more cum, and a big egg you’ll be able to feel… and I’ll be able to tease… [ he strokes a hand over his stomach. ]

[ his hand is captured though, and brought to Scara’s lips for a kiss, his own cheeks coloring… though the embarrassment is short lived. ]

[ is he fine? he… doesn’t know, and he certainly doesn’t want to think of another guy fucking his boyfriend while he’s dick deep in him. he hastily flips their positions and fucks Scara into the blankets, cranking up the pace to hard and fast as he punches the air out of his lungs. ] Close, I’m close, … ready for my knot?

[ Fuck, this is too much. He feels himself close to another orgasm already - every thrust into him stimulating him more and making the line between pain and pleasure blur even more. And when Childe switches positions, well, all he can do is stay there and moan - cock painfully hard again.

He can't quite form words when Childe asks him if he's ready, so he nods a few times before a verbal confirmation comes ]

Y-yes, I want it, give it to me, please—

[ childe slams a hand down alongside scara's head to steady himself, the other going directly onto the back of his head to shove him even further down into the soft nest beneath them as he starts trying to force his knot into him. he should have done this a little sooner he realizes, because it's already starting to swell, making it that much harder to force in. ] I know you can take it, Scaramouche, your whore of a hole loves my knot. [ a few wet slaps of their slick flesh and childe is thrusting harder, growling above him, his sharp teeth tearing into his bottom lip as he finally makes it into him, and that vice like squeeze immediately has him coming. ]

[ he curses, his chin hitting his chest as he can do nothing but ride it out, his vision going white as he sees an array of stars. ] Good, so good... [ he fills him up, the hand on his head moving to his stomach to feel the slosh of cum. ] N- Now... now for the eggs... [ he licks his lips. ]

How many?

[ It's probably not surprising by now how much into it he is - Childe being rough, forcing him down as he forces his knot inside him, the insults and the degradation. They both share this sort of taste, after all, and if there was any doubt about how much he loves it, his entire body is shaking as he comes the moment he feels Childe's knot finally push past the rim of his hole, making him feel stretched impossibly wide.

Childe is definitely not the only one seeing stars, because it takes him a few moments for him to even register the question ]

You - you said two big ones ...

[ but will he be satisfied with them, even if they're big? The question is just making him think of how nice it always feels when Childe pushes his limits. ]

... M-more is fine. Until I can't take it anymore? I can - I can take as many as you want to give me. I know I can.

[ childe is a bit thankful that scaramouche needs a minute, because it gives him time to recover too. he catches his breath, and then leans down to deliver a couple of kisses to the back of his neck and along his shoulder, a sweet nuzzle to the side of his head given after. ] I did, but... I think I want to give you more. [ and he's thinking about when he'll have to lay them and how difficult that may end up being. ]

...mm, you do need to show off what good little bitch you are, don't you, ... [ he starts rocking his hips, his breath catching as he passes along the first egg. they're not as large as he promised, but they're still pretty big. ] How perfect you look bred. [ a second and third egg follow, a few soothing rubs given to scaramouche's stomach. ] Let me know if it starts to hurt. We're going for six... [ and then a fourth follows. ]

[ he's already feeling like he's ready to burst, and he loves that. This is exactly what he was chasing, and the only thing that'd make it better would be if Childe actually pumped him full of pheromones. Then he really wouldn't have to think. ]

I - I can do it. I can do six, it doesn't hurt, it's fine. Y- you like seeing my belly full, don't you? Feeling it - like that ... so I want to give you something nice to look at.

[ childe's not so sure he believes him, but... he's having a hard time convincing himself to care. six. he wants to do six too. and his horny brain has taken control, so he nods, purring his response into scara's ear. ] I do, I love seeing you bred, full of my cum and my eggs, my little bred bitch, ... [ he kneads scara's stomach, searching for the eggs he's already pushed into him. ] H- Hah, you're already nice to look at, but I'll praise you, worship you, lavish your full belly in all the attention you could ever want. [ he does actually start to leak out some pheromones, because all of this talk is making himself high as a kite. ] I'll take care of you, be the best for you and the eggs... you'll see... [ he snaps his hips, the fifth pushing it, and as childe continues to ramble the sixth finally pushes in - a little bit bigger than the rest, so it can plug him up. ] Ahh, so good, so full, all mine... mine mine mine. [ he crowds scara's space, draping him in his tails and gnawing on his shoulder and up toward his neck, eventually biting where his scent gland would be if he had one. ]

[ the pheromones are really the nail on the coffin of his sanity - and whether he would have tried to stop him from pushing all those six eggs in or not, well, it doesn't matter anymore. As it stands he's perfectly content with the way Childe is worshipping his belly, calling him his little bred bitch.

It's a pity he doesn't have a scent gland, because he truly would love to be marked by Childe properly, let everyone know he's taken just with a sniff ]

Y-yes, that's right, I'm your bitch, I'm — made to carry your eggs and take your cock. L-look at me ... I'm so full right now, it hurts so good, Ajax—

[ childe buries his face in scaramouche's neck. he might not have a scent gland, but childe's going to pretend he does. he groans against the skin, lapping at it when he can think to do so. he rocks his hips as another orgasm builds, which... isn't good for scaramouche. childe scrunches his face, sitting back as he reluctantly changes forms to be able to slip out of scaramouche. ] ...you're killing me, Scaramouche. [ he takes his dick in hand and starts stroking himself. ] Sometimes I wish my stamina was shit. [ no he doesn't. ] But, but yes, you look beautiful, turn around. Let me see you in... in all of your glory. I want to touch, and kiss, and touch... [ he licks his lips, jerking himself off a little faster at the thought. ]

[ There's a soft whine as Childe pulls out of him - he's full with his eggs, yes, but that's not enough. When he asks him to turn around he does so - but he's visibly struggling, the eggs making it hard to move. He lays on his back, legs spread open for childe as he props himself up and looks at him, his eyes focusing on his cock ]

Do you - like what you're seeing?

[ he brings his hand to his belly, feeling up the eggs ]

I'm so full for you. Show me how much you like it.

I think the answer's obvious. [ he jerks himself a little bit slower, more for show, at this point, from base to tip - a thick bead of cum oozing out from his weeping red head. ] Mm, you are, [ once again he licks his lips, baring his fangs at him. ] I could devour you whole, ... [ he growls, working himself up. ] I will, I will, but... in a minute. [ he crawls closer and crushes their lips together for a heated kiss that's tongue, teeth, and fire. another growl spills into his mouth as he brings a hand to the tattoo he has on his womb, deft fingers tracing it and reveling in the bump of each of the eggs as he does so. ] I love you, love you so much, look at you, all for me, all mine, mine, like this you're all mine... [ he rubs him a little bit harder, more roughly, his eyes swirling a hypnotic mix of purple and blue as he sits back to drop a kiss right onto the mark's center. ] Perfection.

[ he's getting more and more excited with each passing moment, and the touch and attention to the tattoo on his womb only makes it worse ]

A--ah ... I really - wish I could parade around for all to see. Make them all know I'm yours. You should - just fuck me out in the open and let them watch, make them all jealous that they're not the ones they'll get to breed me.

We should do that in a dream sometime. Give me control and I can make it seem like I'm fucking you in front of the entire production. During a game. Maybe... for a game. [ he should shut his mouth, this is making him harder. the thought of having to fuck scaramouche to save their lives or something equally stupid. his fogged ass horny brain is eating it up. ] Make them jealous, yeah, not to mention they all get to die afterward. [ he laughs, kissing his way down to scara's dick. ]

[ would he like everyone to die because they couldn't fuck him? oh yes. He absolutely would. So as ridiculous as the fantasy is, it's working as well as everything else to get him hot and bothered, and by the time Childe's working his way down to his cock, he's fully hard again. It's always like this with him, isn't it. They're keep escalating until they're both exhausted ]

We - we can do that. Yeah, I'll let you tailor the dream to your tastes and then — then we can have fun and see everyone get fucked in an entirely different way.

F--fuck ... Ajax — I want your cock again.

[ and this is the reason normal dates just aren't a thing with them, no matter how hard they may try. things escalate once, and then they just keep on going and going and going. seeing scaramouche get excited at the ridiculous notion has childe's own excitement rising and soon he's bursting at the seams, wanting to stake his claim in front of everybody and then punish them for thinking they could touch him, for thinking that they could win against them, ... ]

H- Hahahaha. I'll tailor it to our tastes. I want you to get off on it as much as I will. [ he sits up and gives him a kiss. ] I have... so many ideas... [ childe swallows, some part of his brain trying to grab the reins and yank back on them. ] But you're already so full... [ still, he finds himself rutting against his stomach. ] I'll hurt you.

[ Childe is right, if he fucks him again he'll likely hurt him. But it's so difficult to resist and hold back, and immediately he's letting out a soft, needy noise as Childe starts rutting against his stomach. ]

F-fuck, so you'll fuck my belly like this — rut your cock against it, feeling how full of eggs I am? Are you going to - come all over me and paint me in white? But I want more, too...

... [ dammit. he should get scaramouche a muzzle, he's losing his mind listening to him run his mouth, but... he's no better sometimes. ] Is, is that what you want, would it even feel good for you? Doesn't it hurt..? [ childe sets one hand down beside scaramouche, his other moving to the side of his stomach - gingerly pressing against it as he continues to rock his hips into him. ] I could, I... I'm sure I would, ...but what would you want. I want to make sure you get everything you need. Do you really want more? I want to give you whatever you want.

[ he wants more. He wants so much more and the pheromones are making it harder and harder to think clearly. There's another soft whine as Childe rocks his hips - it hurts, yes, but he loves that. ... Would it also feel good if he shoved his cock inside him alongside those eggs?

It would. He knows it would.

But he brings a hand to his head, pulling his hair back a bit as he catches his breath, try to think clearly ]

I want you inside me so bad ... but you're right, I might end up damaging myself. But — but if I can't have your cock in my hole, then I want it in my mouth. You'll do it for me, right? You'll fuck my mouth?

[ childe buries his face into scaramouche's chest and whines. he had been hoping ( secretly ) that neither of them would be any kind of rational... because the feral part of him just wants to throw caution to the wind and fuck scaramouche with wild abandon. he's also ( secretly ) thankful that that's not what they're doing... but he's still going to complain about it. ] I... could, yeah, [ he drops his hand to scara's dick, gliding a finger over the head. ] or... we could try something else. I don't think we'll have another chance either, but... I would need to leave you for a little bit to go grab something. Depends on whether or not you'd like to do a little experimenting.

[ he doesn't want him to leave!! But he trusts childe, and he likes experimenting. That's why the whole fuckery with Dottore is such a big deal after all. He looks at him like he's a little conflicted, and eventually nods ]

Just hurry up, or I'll finish on my own and lay all the eggs. Maybe I'll even send a video to someone else.

[ he gets up and doesn't bother with clothes, since he'll be changing into an animal in a bit. ] If you send a video to anybody I'm going to break your phone into a thousand pieces... [ and then make you eat them. ] I'll be back in a few minutes. [ he turns into a bird and hurries off. ]

[ true to his word he comes back only a couple of minutes later, dropping a bunch of cards by the door, only to start shaking off the snow. he quickly changes back and looks to where he left scaramouche. you didn't call that idiot, did you? ]

[ he didn't, though the temptation was definitely there. Fortunately the pheromones don't make him just horny, they also make him want to please his alpha. And as much as he would like to make Childe jealous and reap the benefits of it, in the end, his wanting to please him won out ]

Hurry up. I'm going to die — if you don't touch me.

...don't be so dramatic, but for being such a good little bitch I'm going to give you a nice big reward. [ he sifts through the cards and looks for the one labeled slime. he grabs it and, yeah, sure... something something bingo. he doesn't give a shit. he's here to be a horny bastard. he changes, although he doesn't look different immediately. as he starts walking toward scaramouche he might notice he leaves behind little blue puddles, like he's... wet, even though he's not. ] I'm going to give you what you wanted and more, Scaramouche. [ childe grins, his skin turning a translucent blue as he splits himself into two - the duplicate turning a translucent purple. it takes them both a moment to come to their sense, but with enough concentrating they can solidify themselves. ]

I'm going to fill you to perfection, Scara. You don't have to worry about getting hurt... not anymore. I won't leave a single inch of you untouched. [ he kneels in between his legs, taking his knees in hand and going back to rutting against him like he had before. he's a little bit more... viscous than before for... obvious reasons, but you can deal, right? the other childe kneels at scara's side and swiftly occupies his mouth, his tongue becoming a tentacle and immediately beginning to fuck his throat. ]

Hey. Be careful with him.

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