I've been fingering myself for an hour. It doesn't help. Makes it worse actually. My body knows the difference between my fingers and his cocks. Won't accept substitutes. My clit stays swollen, jutting out, so sensitive that even my torn pants rubbing against it makes me gasp. My nipples are hard as stones, visible through my thin shirt, aching with each heartbeat.
When I return to my shelter, there's more food waiting. Placed exactly where I usually sit. He knows my patterns, my preferences. Has been watching long enough to know I favor my left hand, that I sit with my back to the tree, that I arrange things in specific order.
The violation of being known that well makes me want to scream.
But I eat the food. Drink the water. Take the purple fruits that will make the next few hours bearable.
By evening, I'm crawling more than walking toward the pool.
He's already in the water when I arrive. Both cocks fully emerged, ready. The sight makes my pussy gush so much wetness it runs down my thighs like I've pissed myself. The primary is thicker than I remember, ridges swollen and pronounced. The secondary coils in that pattern that makes my insides clench in recognition.
“Don't carry me again,” I say as I wade in. The warm water—he's heated it somehow—immediately makes my pussy throb harder.
“Female was cold. Skirlings?—”
“I don't care about skirlings. Don't carry me. Don't coil around me. Just fuck me and leave me alone.”
“Female protests but sleeps better in coils. Observed fact.”
“Fuck your observations.”
He moves closer. The water between us heats further from his arousal, from mine. I can see his pre-cum leaking, making the water shimmer with pheromones. “Female wants breeding?”
“Female needs breeding. Different thing.”
“Is it?”
I launch myself at him rather than answer. This time he's ready, catches me without the restraining coils. I wrap my legs around his lower body, positioning myself over his primary cock. The tip is already leaking steady streams of pre-cum that make my entrance tingle where it touches.
“Slow—” he starts.
I drop down hard, taking half his length in one motion.
“FUCK!”
The stretch burns, borders on damage. Each ridge catches and drags against my entrance as it passes, the sensation like being turned inside out. My pussy floods with wetness, trying to ease the way, but it’s still almost too much. The ridges are designed to lock in place, to prevent withdrawal. Going in, each one has to force past my entrance, stretching me wider than seems possible.
“Female will hurt herself.”
“Female will hurt you if you don't?—”
He grips my hips and thrusts up as I push down. The primary hilts completely, the base—swollen thicker than my wrist—stretching my entrance to its absolute limit. I scream, but not from pain. From relief. From finally having something inside me after hours of crawling need. My pussy clenches around him so hard he actually groans.
“Tight,” he hisses. “Tighter than yesterday.”
“Shut up and—oh fuck!”
The secondary joins the primary, its spiraling motion a disorienting counterpoint to the solid pressure. The sensation is indescribable. Where the primary fills me with solid, ridgedmass, the secondary threads through whatever space remains. It coils immediately, creating loops inside me that press against different spots. Three coils. Then four. I feel each one form, the secondary threading through my cervix, anchoring in my womb.
“Now we wait,” he says, but his voice is strained. I can feel his primary pulsing inside me, ready to deposit.
“I know how it—ahhh!”
The first wave of proto-eggs releases. I can feel each sphere as it travels up his length, passes through the primary's tip, and deposits in my womb. They're warm, almost hot, and I count them as they enter. Ten. Twelve. Fifteen in the first wave alone. My belly begins to swell visibly, skin stretching to accommodate.
“Why?” I pant between waves. “Why proto-eggs first? Why not real ones?”
“Body needs preparation.” His coils wrap loosely around me, supporting my weight as my legs shake. “Human anatomy not meant for serpentine clutches. Proto-eggs train the womb, teach it to expand, to accommodate.”
