The second wave hits, another deposit of twenty eggs that presses against my already-full womb. I watch my belly expand further, becoming visibly rounded.
“Also ensures female returns,” he continues. “Creates biological bond before emotional choice.”
“That's fucked up.”
“That's evolution. Ensures strongest offspring from pairs that stay together.”
The third wave makes me come. Not a regular orgasm but a breeding climax that starts in my womb and spreads outward. My whole body convulses, pussy clamping down on both cocks so hard he roars. The pressure makes the fourth wave release immediately, thirty proto-eggs flooding into my already swollen womb.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Too much!”
“Body says different. Still pulling me deeper.”
He's right. Despite the impossible fullness, my pussy won’t stop clenching, won’t stop milking his cocks for more. A deep internal pressure builds as my womb contracts, struggling to make space for the impossible volume of proto-eggs. The fifth wave comes with another breeding orgasm an orgasm born in the core of me, radiating out to every trembling limb.
“A storm’s coming,” I pant as the first proto-eggs release, the change in pressure a new sensation against my skin.
I can smell it. Feel it in the pressure drop. “Again?”
“Season for storms.”
By the fifth wave, the sky has opened up, rain hammering the surface of the pool around us. He shifts, extending his hood to shield me from the downpour, a living umbrella.
“This is becoming a pattern.”
“Female needs protection during breeding. Natural instinct.”
Waves six, seven, and eight blur into a single, rolling climax, each one a direct response to the deposits. My pussy won't stop spasming, milking him for more. The proto-eggs fill me beyond capacity, my belly swollen tight as a drum.
“Why are you protecting me?” I ask through wave nine.
He’s quiet through waves ten and eleven. My belly is enormous now, skin stretched tight and shiny.
“Female is first in forty seasons to stay angry,” he finally says during wave twelve. “Worth protecting.”
“That's it? I'm entertaining?”
“Female is... unexpected.”
Waves thirteen and fourteen blur together. The final wave, fifteen, comes as the rain stops. My belly looks like late pregnancy, impossibly round.
His cocks begin to soften, but we're still locked by the secondary's coils.
“Too tired to move,” I explain when he starts to carry me to shore later.
“Observed fact,” he says quietly.
I'm too exhausted to bite him for it.
I don't remember him settling us on the moss bank. But I wake briefly in full darkness, surrounded by his coils, warm and inexplicably safe. My pussy still throbs with need, still drips constantly, but the edge is dulled by exhaustion.
The skirlings are calling to each other. Closer than before. I can hear at least eight distinct voices.
“Tomorrow they'll try,” he says quietly.
“Try what?”
“To take you. Pack is hungry. Female would feed them for days.”
