childeishly | 🐳 imeeji; inbox 2.

[ he keeps moving his hips toward him, trying to force that knot inside him as if that's not going to be painful. But he wants it, he wants it so bad - he always feels amazing when Childe stretches him open beyond his limits ]

I don't care if you break me. I just want you ... a--ah, look at me, fucking myself on your cock, so desperate for more. Anyone who saw me would know - that I'm your bitch ...

I, I don't want to break you. [ childe noses along his neck and then sinks his teeth in, marking him. at this point he manages to knot him, forcing it past his rim, and immediately cumming. he shudders, moaning against his slick and bleeding skin. fuck. this is a high he can't imagine having felt before... but that's just because he doesn't remember shit right now. he takes his teeth out of him, licking at the mark as he starts rocking into him once again. ] I'm going to cum again. I'm not going to stop until I breed you.

[ it doesn't take him long to come after Childe does, his knot feeling like too much all at once, and the pain from the bite just enhances the feeling. He's seeing stars, unable to focus on what Childe is saying. It takes him a few moment to even register the word "breed" you, and when it does, he gives him a weak nod, followed by a moan ]

L-love ... love your knot. It always feels so good. Come on, fill me with more cum and - with your eggs. I'll lay them all on this counter for you.

...this is, it's a lot, I think it might almost be too much. I, I can't think straight. [ he's losing himself. ] Fuck, Pticka, you're too tight... [ he swears he's going to cum against without reprieve, but he's doing his best to hang on. ] Is that something I can really do? [ he had just been running along with his instincts, but now he's genuinely curious, because the idea of actually breeding him is stirring something new in him. ] And you can, you can lay them too?

T-that's right ... that's right, you can - you can fill me with eggs, and I can lay them for you. We - we always enjoy that ... it's so thrilling. You love - seeing my belly grow so full, just for you ...

And I love feeling it.

... [ childe slows for half a second, picture all of this, and then the next minute he's doubling down and fucking scaramouche twice as hard and twice as fast; his knot slapping against his abused hole. ] I'm going to do it then. I'm going to breed you, for real, fill you with as many eggs as humanly possible. Is that what you'd like, what you'd want, ..? I... I can't imagine what it'll feel like, but if youre' talking about it like this, then... it's got to be great.

[ Fuck, he's not going to be able to hold on for long at that. He tries to, though, tries his best to stop the orgasm that's coming, but with Childe going like that he can't really. He lets out a sharp cry as he comes, still holding tight to the edge of the counter ]

F-Fuck, Ajax—

[ as soon as scaramouche cums and tightens around him, his name ( his real name ) on his tongue childe follows suit and cums, flooding his insides with more than his seed. he shudders, keeping himself buried deep as the strange sensation of the eggs getting passed along nearly rips another orgasm out of him. he pants into the back of scaramouche’s neck, his name tangled in his breathless moans. one, two, three… he keeps going, hips jerking occasionally as the sensation just overwhelms him and short circuits his senses. ]

[ they have done this so many times already, and yet it's as thrilling as always. There's something special about getting bred by Childe, about feeling so thoroughly his like this. And it's especially addicting now, where it's another first time of sort for Childe. He doesn't really remember, after all ]

A--ah ... just like that, you're filling me so well. C-come on, put a hand on my belly. I want you to feel it as - as you put more eggs inside me ...

…y- yeah, are you, are you sure… [ it feels like he could be doing better, since he can barely focus on breeding scara as he drowns in the flood of incredible sensations this brings about. he ends up cumming again, the next egg joined by another deluge of cum as childe’s meek ‘okay’ is followed by a hand on his stomach. he bodily shudders to scara’s back, fingers kneeding the soft skin as the eggs slosh around. ] … [ he could get addicted to this. ] You want… more? I can give you more, there’s… still room… [ he starts thrusting a bit more frantically, bent on giving Scara exactly what he wants. ]

Yes — I want - I want more ...

[ he wants to sound more demanding, but it comes out as pleading despite his best intentions. It's good - too good, and as he moves back on Childe's cock he thinks he can get off just to the feeling of fullness. ]

Do you — like this? I want to hear - how it feels for you ...

It feels incredible. It’s a mind numbing pleasure I have felt… you’re so tight, and with each egg I pass along to you it feels like you get tighter and hotter and… [ he presses his fingers into him, groping at his stomach. ] You look good like this, bred, my little husband… you’re going to lay all of these eggs for me, huh, right here… [ he kisses the back of his neck. ] How many more eggs do you want?

I - I want eleven in total. That's your number, so — I want your mark—

[ that last word is cut off by a cry, and he bites on his lip, rocking his hips against him, eyes falling shut as he feels each egg pass into him ]

[ it takes an enormous amount of restraint to avoid cumming right then and there. ] Eleven it is. Just a few more then, you can do it… [ he eases the remaining couple of eggs into him, cumming once more, because he can’t exactly help it at this point. everything has him feeling like he’s teetering on the edge. ] El- Eleven. [ he rubs his belly, hand soon trailing up to his chest to pinch and tug at his nipples. ]

Does the rest of your body change when you’re full of eggs, to accommodate? To prepare? Are your cute little tits going to swell too?

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