Eggobees

“Bless--you--” Solara breathed, eyes rolling upward as he got her in just the correct spot with that sneeze. Hooo, this was her favorite part. This was always her favorite part.

His rhythm was knocked askew for a moment as he sneezed again into his shoulder. Even in the moonlight, Solara could see how his nostrils glistened in the aftermath. She breathed out her blessing again, reaching one hand to wind in Opal’s disheveled hair. Solara pushed herself upward as she lay beneath him, nestling her lips just against his ear. She hummed out her secret name for him, the one she only whipped out when he was nearing the end of a particularly sneezy romp around for them. It always got him hornier than anything to remember the title that would be bestowed upon him the minute they married… 

“Prince Opal.” 

He let out a quavering little moan, temple lolling against hers. Opal kept himself steady with one arm and used the other to cup her tit in hand. Oh, he was close. He only ever held her tit when he was horny beyond belief. All she needed was one or two more--

Opal turned his head away from her slightly, aiming this sneeze to the sheets beside her. She shivered with delight at feeling a fine mist dust across her arm. He rocked into Solara again, chin quivering as another sneeze snuck up on him just after. “Hih! Hdtchuhh! IHHdsheuh!” His hand gave her tit an involuntary, but firm and welcomed squeeze with each sneeze. 

Fuck, she loved the double ones, those two that were religiously attached together in the middle of his horny sneezing fits. Solara didn’t even have it in her to bless him at the moment. Her head fell back onto her pillow, thighs shivering around Opal as he quaked in her again. She came with a high moan, one that even the thick mansion floors may not have fully been able to disguise. Opal sniffled just near her ear, making another shaky little moan wind its way out of Solara just after. 

“Opal…” she exhaled slowly, every inch of her tingling as he gave one more thrust into her, and then another, just before--

“HHHDtsheuh!” he sneezed with vigor before gasping just the moment after. Opal’s forehead fell to Solara’s shoulder, remaining there as he bucked against her, riding out the orgasm at hand. He panted, hand falling away from Solara’s breast so it could support him. A moment later, he eased himself out of her but remained leaning over Solara. She reached down between them, fingers curling around his cock to give it a few finalizing rubs. He gave one pleased little exhale and rolled over on the bed, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. 

Solara wasted no time in rolling on her side, scooting close to Opal. She nestled her nose against his neck in just the spot she knew he liked, making him shiver with the touch. She didn’t speak yet. There was always one lingering—

“Huhuhh…!” 

There. 

“IhhdTCH!” he sneezed into a curled fist, aiming somewhat away from Solara in his tipsy, post-orgasmic haze. She bit her lip to keep back a giggle as her head bounced on his shoulder. The last thing she wanted was for Opal to think for a moment that she was laughing at him. She knew he could get irritated with his honeymoon rhinitis and didn’t want to tack on any extra annoyances on top of it. 

There we are, Solara thought with a comfortable sigh, closing her eyes as she placed a kiss just at his jawline. “Bless you,” she whispered, trailing one finger along his bicep and forearm. 

Opal took in one dragging sniffle. His eyes closed as he gave his head a shallow shake, leaning into Solara’s nuzzling. He wrapped both arms around her after a moment of collecting himself. His nose nestled in her hair, the bridge crinkling as he continued to sniffle. 

“Thanks,” he breathed, eyes sliding slut behind foggy lenses. Solara’s heart jumped in her throat with delight at his stuffy voice. She tried to play it cool, not wanting to seem over enthused. 

“You’re welcome,” she chose to simply whisper, setting a kiss along his jawline. She snuggled into Opal’s embrace, looping one leg across his thigh. Using two fingers, Solara trailed her hand along Opal’s chest and down his side. Just as she expected, he shuddered and squirmed as she tickled one of his most sensitive spots. Opal valiantly tried to cover up an almost-snort of laughter. 

This almost-snort, apparently, triggered that runny nose that always came after an orgasm for him. Keeping one arm around Solara, Opal used the other to reach for the small pile of handkerchiefs that Solara always set nearby before they had sex. He brought the top handkerchief, one-handedly, down to his nose to sniffle into. After apparently failing to make much of an impact on his nose’s current state, Opal gently nudged Solara to ease her off of his chest. She didn’t question it and sat up, allowing Opal the chance to sit up as well. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and removed his glasses, setting them on top of the handkerchief pile. He raised the cloth to his nose and blew it, creating a low gurgling sound that made Solara’s heart flutter in her chest. 

Solara lay back down in bed as Opal tended to his nose. She reached to his warm back and began to rub ginger circles into the area just above his tailbone. Opal went through one more handkerchief before he was done, letting out a slow and tired breath. 

“Okay…” he murmured, getting back in bed with Solara. She snuggled up into his arms immediately and closed her eyes, relishing in the ticklish feeling of his goatee brushing her forehead. “Done for the night.” 

“You’re sure?” she teased, trailing a hand down to lightly stroke his cock. It twitched in response, but was still too sensitive to get hard again. “I’d go again if you wanted. Didn’t you have fun?” 

Opal huffed out a half yawn, half chuckle. “Did have fun, but also quite tired of sneezing.” 

Solara fought a happy little squirm. She hummed fondly and gave Opal’s cock a little trace with her index finger. “You wore yourself out…” she cooed. “Prince Opal.” 

He sniffled, eyebrows knitting slightly as he looked to his nose in annoyance. He scrunched it to the side, and that seemed to chase off a tickle for the moment. Opal seemed conflicted for a moment as Solara continued to stroke him. She recognized the thought process in his eyes and knew he was debating whether or not another orgasm was worth a sneezing fit.

As always, the odds were in her favor.

As always, the odds were in her favor.

As always, the odds were in her favor.