The third egg comes faster, and I realize he's timing them to my orgasms. Each egg enters when I'm at the peak, when my body is most open, most receptive. The pleasure is continuous now, one orgasm bleeding into the next with no rest between.
Three eggs pulse inside me. The glow under my skin brightens. The secondary tentacle adjusts its pattern, finding new ways to stimulate me, ensuring I stay in this state of constant overwhelming pleasure.
“Please,” I'm begging now, though I'm not sure what I'm begging for. More eggs? Less stimulation? I can't think clearly enough to know.
The fourth and fifth eggs come together.
The sensation of two eggs passing through him simultaneously, entering me while I'm mid-orgasm, nearly breaks me. My body doesn't know how to process this much input. Pleasure, fullness, the deep rightness of accepting his eggs, the relentless assault on my clit. It all combines into something that makes my vision go white.
“Halfway,” Aylth manages, but I can hear his control fracturing. “Female is magnificent. So tight around this one. So wet. Her pleasure makes this one want to breed her whiletransferring eggs, but cannot. Must focus. Must give her all of them.”
His words barely register. I'm somewhere beyond language now, beyond coherent thought. There's only sensation. The constant stimulation. The eggs settling inside me, five of them now, five tiny lives pulsing in my womb. My belly is starting to swell, the glow visible even through my closed eyelids.
The sixth egg is larger than the others. I feel it stretch me more as it passes, feel my body adjust to accommodate it. When it settles into my womb, it positions itself at the center, and I feel the other five arrange themselves around it.
The secondary tentacle increases its pressure, and I cum so hard I nearly pass out.
“Female's body learns,” Aylth says, his tentacles tightening around me. “Knows how to hold them. How to protect them. Six more to go. Female can take them. Female was made for this.”
Seven and eight come in quick succession, and I'm sobbing now. Not from pain but from the intensity of sensation. I've been cumming continuously for nearly an hour. My body is oversensitized, overloaded, every nerve firing without rest. But I can't stop. The secondary tentacle won't let me stop.
The pleasure is too much. I need it to ease. But I also need more eggs. Need to be full. Need all twelve inside me where they belong.
Nine slides into me, and my womb pulses around it. Ten follows immediately after. My belly is noticeably rounded now, glowing bright enough to light the entire nest. The eggs are arranged in a pattern I can feel but don't understand, each one pulsing with its own tiny rhythm.
“Two more,” Aylth says, and his formal speech is completely gone now. “Female glows like stars. Like ocean at midnight. This one has never seen anything more beautiful.”
Eleven enters me, and I'm making continuous sounds now. Gasping, moaning, crying. My hands clutch at his tentacles, needing something to hold onto while the pleasure continues to build impossibly higher.
The secondary tentacle pulses harder, faster, pushing me toward something beyond normal orgasm. Some peak I didn't know existed.
“The last one,” Aylth manages. “The twelfth. Female has done so well. Taken everything. This one is so proud. So grateful. Female is perfect. Perfect.”
The final egg feels different. Smaller, more delicate. It travels slowly through his tentacle, and even through the overwhelming pleasure, I feel its vulnerability. When it enters me, my body recognizes it as the youngest, most precious.
The secondary tentacle pulses one final time.
The orgasm that hits me is beyond anything I've experienced. Not just physical pleasure but something that encompasses my entire being. Every cell celebrates this completion. My womb contracts gently around all twelve eggs, securing them, protecting them, claiming them as mine to nurture.
I'm screaming, shaking, completely destroyed by sensation.
Aylth's lock releases, and he withdraws both tentacles slowly. The secondary leaves my clit, and the sudden absence of stimulation is almost as overwhelming as its presence. I'm left gasping, trembling, my body still experiencing aftershocks.
But I don't feel empty.
Twelve eggs pulse inside me. Twelve tiny lives arranged in perfect pattern. My womb holds them gently, protectively. The glow from my belly is brilliant now, creating shadows across the entire chamber.
“Female did it,” Aylth says, and he's shaking too. He pulls me against his chest, and I feel the fever is gone from his body. The pressure that's been building for days has finally released.“Took all twelve. Carried this one through continuous pleasure. Accepted everything.”
I can't speak yet. Can barely think. I've been cumming for two hours straight, and my body doesn't quite remember how to function without that constant stimulation. Every nerve ending still fires randomly, making me twitch and gasp.
But I can feel the eggs. All twelve of them, warm and alive inside me. They pulse in synchronization now, twelve tiny heartbeats that echo my own.
“They're perfect,” I finally whisper.
“Female is perfect.” His hand rests on my glowing belly. “This one has imagined this moment for forty seasons. Reality exceeds every imagination.”
We lie tangled together, both of us wrung out, both of us transformed by what just happened. My belly rises between us, curved and glowing. I can already feel my body adapting, my womb adjusting to support twelve developing lives.
