Ever since you were a young girl, you’d have these strange dreams.

A distant, crooning voice calling you to find them. Gentle brushes against your skin and a promise you could never quite make out in it’s entirety.

“—rebirth—back—mine”

For a while you saw a therapist at your mother’s insistence, but nothing could be done about them. Medication failed to do more than make you sleep walk—you once managed to walk all the way down your street before someone saw you and called the cops—and since they didn’t hurt you… well, what was there to be done, really? It’s just a voice.

Just a dream.

Flickers of light behind your eyelids and phantom sensations of feathers on your skin. The ghost of a thick incense in your nose.

When you hit puberty, your dreams became… interesting. More intense in a way that left you gasping for breath and your thighs damp.

Still just as ghostly as before. Just the barest brush of something between your thighs, curling against your clit. Lips on yours and the sensation of a tongue down your throat.

You kissed someone at a party when you were seventeen, drunk and half mad with the memory of a particularly enticing dream that morning, and realized it was… different than what you’d expected. Their lips, wet with cheap beer and fumbling, wasn’t as smooth. Their tongue nowhere near as long and curiously shaped.

The disappointment left you hollow and strangely sober as you left to go back home.

That night, you dreamed of rough, long fingers digging into your hips. Pricking your skin as something parted your walls and ground into your cervix. That voice still so distant furiously hissing in your ear. Your cunt ached, quivering around the phantom sensation with burning arousal.

You woke up in tears, trembling with your face pressed into the pillow. Ass up with your thighs shaking and drenched. Reaching down to alleviate the overwhelming arousal did little but make you whine. Fingers soaked as you roughly toyed with your cunt and clit. Nothing you did sent you over the edge, not even your best attempt at burying your hand in your cunt to meet that breathtaking size you swore you felt in your dream. You ended up stumbling into the shower at four in the morning, barely able to walk and feeling like you ran a marathon. Your room stinking of fruitless sex and humiliation.

Thankfully, you were able to clean up, wash your bedding, and air out your room before your parents could notice. But the experience scared you off of dating, even casually. If a drunk kiss did that, you didn’t want to know what something more serious would do. Assuming you could even get off.

Aside from your weirdly, sexually charged dreams, you did well for yourself. Graduating with honors and snagging a job that could be done anywhere. So, you travelled. Wanderlust distracting you from the more literal lust you experienced every night.

Your dreams seemingly guiding you to the coast, growing stronger and more real with every mile you travelled in a particular direction.

You never climaxed from your dreams, or out of it, but the proverbial blue balls was normal now. You feared reaching this strange destination somewhat. Concerned that when you arrived you’d finally dream clearly, seeing who was on the other end of your sexual torment only to discover disappointment. Whether that was the dreams stopping completely or that sexual relief you’ve been taunted with until now being pathetic… you weren’t sure.

But this tightrope couldn’t sustain itself. You felt your grip on reality faltering with every delay in your journey. That voice guiding you to move faster.

“Waited so long~ for—ed—mine.”

Until one day you arrived. Late autumn wind chilling your skin as you stopped to look out over the village.

Old with few modern amenities, clearly adopted very recently and only for the benefits rather than a desire to ‘catch up’ with the rest of the world. Aside from those concessions, the place looked like it hadn’t changed in a hundred years. The population small and aging with a thriving fishing industry. Sea-salt coating the pier and ships generously.

You knew this was where you were meant to be. Could feel a sort of… release in your chest and lower belly. The tension that made you snappy for the past three months easing enough to make you sigh.

Eager to see just what made this town so special, you booked a room in the local inn. The innkeeper a wizened old lady who sized you up curiously.

“And what brings a pretty young thing like you to a place like this? I’m afraid you won’t find that ‘city excitement’ here, girly.” She advised with a sharp gaze.

You smiled, shaking your head.

“Nothing like that… guess I’m just… passing through.” You mused.

If you had to guess at the source of your dreams, you would have assumed something more… illicit or sexual. An intense pleasure club ran by some determined, demented demon or something. Not a sleepy fishing village in the middle of fuck-all-nowhere.

“Hmm… well, curfew is at ten. Don’t be late.”

“Curfew?” You asked. “Something happening?”

The old woman scowled.

“… it’s about that time. A pretty young girl goes missing every decade or so. We’re due for another disappearance. Best to not linger and leave first thing in the morning, girly.” She whispered.

You frowned, feeling concerned. You supposed that something like that all the way out here wouldn’t garner attention like it does in other places.

Besides, you had a feeling that one night is all you need to find your answer.

“Alright. I guess I’ll just stay one night then. Thanks.” You mused, accepting a room key.

It wasn’t even noon though, so you opted to see what the town had to offer besides a stunning ocean view.

The shops were small, locally run, and a bit quaint. You browsed a few shops with cute dresses, selecting a sky blue dress with gold embroidery around your calves that fit like a glove alongside gold bracelets that chimed beautifully around your wrist. You had to wear leggings and a cardigan because of the biting chill, but otherwise it was a lovely purchase.

It felt right to wear them in town, your modern clothes sticking out a little too much—and with that ominous warning at the inn, you thought it was best to blend a little more.

Lunch was at a little café with the best stew you’d ever had, honestly. Homemade bread to die for and milk. Curiously, they offered pineapples on the side, but you’d never turned them down before.

All in all, your trip was pleasant, even if your dream problem was never solved.

“Excuse me, miss, would you like to purchase a charm? They bring good luck!” An older man asked. You turned, just on your way to the inn for dinner.

He ran a stand with racks of stones, shells, and wooden emblems on leather strings. Each one engraved with symbols. Most you recognizes. Plenty of crosses, pentagrams, and other pop culture symbols. But your eye caught something.

A strangely shaped blue pearl, like a shell, about the size of your thumb. A cross with a crescent shape draped over the middle filled with gold. It caught the light and shifted from a dark, ocean blue to a brilliant teal.

You could smell incense in your nose vividly and feel feathers brush your skin. A pleased purr vibrating in your ear.

“…how much is that one?” You asked faintly, pointing to the pearl. It was held with gold wire on a thin strip of leather. The man looked shocked, eyes wide as he looked at you as though making sure. He plucked it from the rack and held it out to you by the strap, never touching the pearl.

You lifted your palm and felt the weight settle. Warmth pressing into you as you smiled. You looked up to see the man smiling as well.

“Free! It’s free! But ah, it’s actually an heirloom. F-From my grandmother! Before you can take it, you should meet my grandfather. H-He’s in the church!” The man stuttered and you had the strangest feeling he was lying. But your head was spinning, that voice from your dreams encouraging you to follow.

Something inside you screaming to run.

“A-Ah, sure? Where is—” The man jolted, seemingly shocked.

“This way, l-let me—it’s this way, miss!” He grinned, gently grabbing your empty hand and pulling you to the church in the center of town. It was old and towered over most of the other buildings.

It was also empty.

“No service today?” You asked as you stepped in, the doors creaking shut behind you. You froze, something screaming that you were in danger for the briefest moment as the man turned towards you.

“No, but there’s a special service tonight. The priest will be pleased.” You looked past the pews and found the familiar symbol that matched your new necklace against the wall. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought it was a Christian church. But it wasn’t.

It definitely wasn’t.

The cross wasn’t draped with fabric to symbolize Christ—you think that’s what it would have meant at least—it was definitely deliberately not Christian. The stained glass behind it a blue bird on fire, and even without looking it up you knew that probably wasn’t a dominant symbol. Not of any branch you’d heard of, at least.

“W-What kind of church—” A rag pressed over your face, a heavy, chemical scent filling your nose. Voices blurred together as you struggled.

“—so many signs!”

“—told you to wait!”

“— can’t risk—it’s definitely her.”

You slept, for the first time you could remember, dreamlessly. No voices. No gentle touches. No burning, taunting, teasing arousal.

You woke up cold and dizzy.

You tried to sit up with a groan but couldn’t, your hands pinned down above you with a rattle of chains. You looked around in confusion, noting that you were slightly tilted back on something plush. What appeared to be a thick cloth beneath you. Your shoes and leggings gone, as well as your cardigan. Leaving only the blue sundress and your bracelets. Gold anklets clicking as you squirmed.

The room was dark and chill with a notable dampness. Illuminated by a large fire on a pedestal several feet behind you. Blue and gold cloth draped on the walls like banners with strange symbols with fire and birds commonly repeated. Behind them seemed to be cave walls, rough and natural formations poking out here and there. Lifting up your head, you could see a large group of robed figures setting offerings on a stone table. The surface you were resting on propping up your hips almost like a chair that had been tilted back.

You swallowed, mouth dry and numb.

“…what’s going on?” You rasped but was ignored. The robed figures fussing over the table one last time. Glancing down, you realized you were wearing the pearl too. Still weak and dizzy, your head fell back onto the cloth. You must have dozed off. Coming to when you felt pressure on your stomach. Indistinct chanting echoing in your ears rhythmically.

“—once again we gather here to offer you a sacrifice! Food and drink and a place to rest your sacred seed or burn yourself anew!” A deep voice intoned, the fire flickering violently. “Bless us with your presence and your gift, oh waking god of old! Keeper of the deep sleep and herald of new beginnings!”

The massive fire cut out, the room cast instantly into total darkness. You gasped, heart thundering in fear as a heavy wind swirled around you.

Then it started.

Small flickers of blue in the darkness around you, resonating with the pearl on your chest. Gold spots of light forming in the air as the man abruptly pulled away his hand, shuffling away into the dark.

Warm air blew over you as the fire burst to life, white hot. Snapping and popping violently before hues of blue and gold danced around the room. You shuddered, breathing heavily as you tipped back your head to look.

Towering over the kneeling figures, a man stood in the center of the fire. Gold fabric knotted around his waist and nothing else. But he… didn’t seem human somehow. He was breathtaking, truly, and made your cunt ache on sight. But his chiseled features and golden skin did little to convince you that he was a mortal man. His eyes… they were entirely a vivid sky blue. Liquid gold lined his eyes, smearing into the deep blue stain around his eyes. A stain that matched the arcane markings along his chest and thighs.

He grinned, teeth sharp and a pure white that made your heart flutter.

“Finally, you’ve come to me.” He purred softly, but his voice vibrated the air itself despite how quiet he was. “You’ve done well. You will be richly rewarded… stay if you must, and witness the coming of a new age. Interfere any further and I will carve out your entrails for the fire. Celebrate your coming spoils as I claim what’s mine.” He called, several of the figures shuffling backwards and leaving beyond your sight.

But the man didn’t look away from you once. Not even as he stepped off the raised platform, stalking towards you until he loomed above. Despite his inhuman features, he looked down at you kindly. Hands resting over your forearms and playing with the gold jewelry idly.

“… it’s you.” You finally breathed after a long moment. “It’s really you? After all this time?” you asked softly. The man smiled wide, eyes glowing like the fire behind him.

“Yes, I hope you’ve enjoyed my gifts.” He purred, gliding his hands down your arms, wide palms squeezing as he reached your shoulders. “I’m afraid after so long waiting, I couldn’t handle a longer courtship. Tonight is the night I claim all of you, inside and out. And you will be born anew, finally perfect and completely mine.” He sighed, stepping away to look at the table of fruits. He plucked up a pineapple bigger than your head and tore out a chunk of it with his teeth. Tossing away the leaves, he snacked on it as he returned to you, settling over your thick thighs as he gazed down.

“W-What does that mean—why me?” You couldn’t help but ask him. He grinned, chin damp with juice.

“You’ll see. Your soul and body has been promised to me for over a millennia. My perfect vessel, my precious mate.” He sighed, picking away a chunk and pressing it to your lips. “The chalice to hold the future. To give me back the past. Give yourself to me, that’s all I require. And I will satisfy every aching, longing desire you’ve ever had or will have.”

His body threw off heat like a furnace but he seemed strangely light on top of you. You opened your lips and swallowed the sweet fruit whole, his eyes narrowed with pleasure.

This whole situation was overwhelming. Every moment you looked into his fathomlessly deep eyes, you felt more lost than before. Uncapable of discerning threat and safety—only that they both lay in his arms, exactly where you wanted to be with a desperation that drove the breath from your lungs.

Somewhere deep inside you, you knew it was too late to turn back. As though, even if you tried to deny him, he’d wait for your acceptance. Feeding you by hand patiently, waiting for the burning ache in your cunt to overwhelm your senses.

If you said no now, you knew with absolute certainty you’d be screaming yes in your sleep.

“W-Who are you?” You asked faintly, unable to deny the inevitable any longer. He chuckled, voice carrying over the quiet.

“Oh, and ruin that pretty mind with all that I am? No, you will earn every syllable under my careful watch. Your sweet tongue isn’t capable of holding a fraction of my power yet—but you will.” He leaned down, lips ghosting over yours impossibly smooth and warm. “Take me. Accept your place beneath me, inside you… call out to me as well as your frail body can handle. Marco.”

“Marco.” You responded instantly, delight filling your lungs as his name—part of it at least—settled something inside you. And made your cunt throb with heat.

Marco grinned, lips stretched impossibly wide as his skin shifted. A loud cry vibrating the air as liquid fire pooled in his eyes. Dripping down onto you in bursts. You screamed, startled and afraid. Light burning even as you squeezed your eyes tight. Heat washing over you as several called out in alarm.

And over it all, Marco laughed. Lips pressed over yours as burning heat filled your lungs.

He was burning you alive.

And it hurt. It hurt like time spent too long in the sun, every inch of you on fire. Limbs twisting to get away but only being rewarded by the sound of your jewelry and chains clinking together. His hands, large and rough gripping your soft hips. But even as it hurt, you were aware that a part of you loved it.

The pain giving way like muscle aches in a warm bath. Your clit throbbing as you gasped, starting to arch into every new wave of fire that poured over you.

Slowly, it stopped. Marco pulled away, leaving you gasping and bare against his body save your jewelry. His expression pleased as he played with your chains.

You felt revitalized and so incredibly aroused. You tugged against the bindings, bracelets clattering noisily. Gazing up at him tearfully as he smiled. Almost patronizing.

“M-Marco!” You gasped, arching beneath him.

“Finally, your body is ready for my brood. Look at you, so sweet and gushing for me. Go on, open yourself for me. The time of waiting and teasing is over.” Marco purred, lifting your thick thighs over his bare waist. His gaze sweeping down your body like it was a feast. Fire pouring off of him in waves that brushed over your skin like silk feathers. Tickling your breasts and thighs as he lifted you up higher into his lap. “Your perfect body is going to be fit to bursting when I’m through with you.”

“Y-Yes! Marco~oooh please, I-I’ve waited so long, give it to me~!” You whined, body hot and wanting. You lifted your head with difficulty and saw his crotch was a patch of golden fire. A massive, thick, honey-colored cock rose out of the flames. So long it appeared slender despite clearly being wide enough you wouldn’t be able to wrap your hand around it. The flared, golden tip curling up into a soft scoop just above where his belly button should be.

It was as beautiful as it was inhuman, only befitting of Marco’s obvious lack of humanity, for all that he barely appeared to be a man. You moaned as he tipped his hips back and ground the underside against your cunt. Tip oozing faint gold liquid over your soft stomach as the weight sank into your skin. Flames pulsing around the base parting your lips and slipping inside like tendrils. Going deeper with every pass of his cock against your clit until they caressed your cervix. A whine slipping out at you felt the gentle latching so deep inside you.

Rather than be nervous like you should have been, you wrapped your legs around his back and moaned. You could feel the soft fire lick at your deepest opening, trying to go deeper still. Cervix aching under the gentle assault along with your sensitive walls. This should be agonizing. Impossibly painful. Would have been just hours ago, but now you were sure most of the ache was from wanting more.

“I still need to prepare your hungry cunt, mate. You’ll have to earn every inch of my cock to be bred.” Marco laughed as you wailed, feeling the fire pry open your cervix with a burst of heat. You cried, cunt clenching down on the thin tendrils of fire pushing open your walls as you came for the first time in your life, squirting violently onto his waiting cock. “Exactly like that. Go on, cry for me more. I can feel how much room you have inside you—and I’m taking every last inch as is my right.”

You sobbed, feeling your body be pushed intimately apart by more velvety fire, cock still thick and hot against your pussy and stomach. The pressure expanded until you could barely breath, every exhale a thin wail as you panted. Every seize of your body barely affecting the fire that spread you open for the impossible task ahead of you.

“A-Ah! Ah! Aahhn~! Please! Please! I-I need it! B-Breed me, please!” You trembled, gasping at the wet sounds as his cock rocked against you while his fire invaded well past the point of reason. Your cunt soaking wet under his thorough attention. Marco kissed your cheek with a smile, the smell of sex, fruit, and incense thick in your nose.

“Let me enjoy this, pretty. I’ve been aching to breed this cunt for so long~” Marco sighed, almost chastising you as a sliver of fire popped out of your cervix only to curl back inside. “You’re going to be so full—won’t even get to walk, not that you’ll need to. Your only purpose is to complete my cycle. Life. Rebirth. Carry my eggs in your sweet body to bring back what was taken from me so long ago. You’ll want for nothing but more of my brood and I’ll satisfy you for eternity… but since you’re so eager, I guess I can’t keep us all waiting for much longer.”

“E-Eggs?” You asked faintly before your breath was taken away with the fire dragging out against your walls. One last stretch as they unfurled inside you on the way out. Everything pulling free with a wet sucking sound and leaving you so empty you wept. Pacified only by the weight of his cock shifting, dragging heavily over your plush stomach. Tip gliding through the slick before popping into the opening of your cunt. Your head fell back as he pressed forward, a thin wail scrapping your throat as this deceptively slender cock breached you. The true thickness apparent as you throbbed around him and ached.

The hot intrusion was smooth, aided by the sheer amount of arousal that leaked from you. But the stretch was beyond your late night imagining. It felt like it was writhing against your walls, like the fire slipped in alongside his cock, slick aiding it’s advance deep into your cunt despite its breathtaking size. Slowly expanding further as he pressed searchingly for your cervix. His gentle movements obvious as the tip scrapped your walls for his real goal. The lack of warmth from his thighs foreboding for how much more you had left to go and why he needed to go so deep inside you.

The tip slipped against the small entrance. Trying to press deeper, thin tip catching as he worked so gently to invade you. To your dizzy horror, it seemed to be working. Catching just so after a few slips and prying your cervix open around the thick head. His eyes burning with satisfaction as he held you still, all his focus on going deeper. Slick arousal smearing along the tight entrance with every patient grind.

He never stopped looking at you like he was moments from eating you whole. Teeth gleaming in the dark as he grinned, panting through his open jaws. Licking his lips with a long, slender tongue as gold spit pooled from behind his teeth.

You gasped, sobbing as he rocked his hips into you, working himself deeper. Slowly, achingly so, he gained ground. His cock lubricating your opening with arousal in every pass, reducing the harsh grind and shuddering skid to a soft glide. Finally, he breached your cervix completely, head popping past the tight seal. He tugged his cock back and you whined, feeling your cervix pull with him it was so tight. You couldn’t tell just how thick he was, the sensation of being forced open making you breathless and weak beneath him.

And then he slipped in deeper, like he thought better of fighting to leave his hard earned place inside your cervix. Hands fixed on your waist in a bruising grip as his inhuman eyes never left yours. Unblinking and hungry for your reaction. Pleasure deep in his inhuman eyes as he ate up your willing sacrifice like it was his due. Like you were always meant to be under him like this and your overwhelmed cries were soft flutters against the inevitable.

You shook, unable to grasp how he was so deep inside you. Cock still somehow going deeper past your cervix. You had no idea your body could accommodate so much or if this was his doing as well. Molding you to his desire even if it meant bending the laws of reality. And then he let slip a pleased moan as his hips finally met yours. One hand letting go of your waist to press over your stomach, squeezing the soft folds as though wanting to grasp himself inside you. Despite your generous weight, it was clear he could feel his cock. Pressing down hard with a hoarse chuckle, the exact spot his cock dug into your walls evident to your sensitive body as it clenched. Squeezing the length in your cunt and throttling the last few inches that has breached your cervix.

Not that he seemed to mind.

“Perfect.” His features shifted away from what might have been a man into something more predatory. Almost avian as he pulled back, dragging a scream from you as his cock almost slipped free from your cervix, tip catching on your opening hard, only to slam back in. Purposefully grinding the hood of his cock along your cervix, spreading it open as you screamed before slamming in deep again. “So long I’ve waited for this. Now you’re here, taking everything I give you~ are you afraid of what you must do? Does my cock strike fear in your heart and soul?”

You panted, breasts bouncing with the rapid intake of air as he slowly teased his cock free only to hilt violently hard. This shouldn’t be happening. You shouldn’t be able to take this abuse. Body and mind screaming it just wasn’t possible.

But it was happening.

And you needed so much more than this.

“N-No! I-I’m not! Afraid~! M-More, I want more—Mmmarco~ Breed me, please~!” You wailed, mind and vision swimming as you swore his cock bulged. A weight pressing against your cunt. Thicker than his cock, like you were trying to shove a baseball inside. It lingered, grinding against your lips from within his cock. Eagerly trying to skip into your crowded cunt.

“Good. Do what you must to take this precious gift. Cry and scream—but you’ll take every last one as you were meant to.” The swell popped into your cunt and you screamed, back arching as Marco kept ahold of your waist and pressed down against his cock. That swelling noticeable as it travelled up his thrusting cock. Grinding against your walls as it was dragging back and forth. Slowly getting further inside you with every thrust. When it met your cervix, Marco hilted with a groan. Egg forced back down his cock harshly. Panting as his tongue rolled down his chin, long and pointed with drool. But the egg was stuck. Unable to go any further despite his gentle grinds. Only serving to pull thin moans from you as you tried to imagine the mass slipping in when it’s girth made your eyes water as it was.

He looked furious, gaze flicking back to you as though you were purposefully denying him. He removed his hand from your belly and stroked your damp cheek. Tongue curling back into his mouth as he swallowed hard. Like it’s inability to freely breach your inner core was the most cruel edging you could have done to him.

“W-What’s the matter? What’s keeping you from doing your duty?” Marco asked softly with a voice laced by violence. “If it’s someone else, they’re dead. Even if I have to rip myself free of your womb to tear out their heart. You have nothing else but this—ME. AND YOU WILL TAKE IT.” Your head throbbed with pain as your cunt ached, fresh arousal pouring out as you whined. The air was heavy with promise. You fluttered around him and he snarled despite the answering twitch of his cock against your walls.

“N-No one, there’s no one! I-I don’t know—Marco, kiss me.” You pleaded desperately, terrified that he would leave you aching and empty again. His impossible cock the closest you’ve ever felt to satisfaction. “I-I’m so empty, I want it, I swear~ oooh~!”

The anger and violence disappeared all at once, your vision clearing as the room became softer again. He looked more human than he did walking out of the fire. Expression gentle and almost doting in its condescension.

“Of course you don’t know, precious vessel. You weren’t meant to think, but feel. Relax, this is what you were made for.” Marco settled down over your further, pressing his chest against your body as it molded to his form. “My perfect breeding vessel, can you feel it? Right against your cervix? It’s our egg, aching to rest inside your walls. Safe and warm. It needs this, you both do. Don’t you feel the ache of its absence? That emptiness where it’s meant to be? Let it in. Let us in.” Marco soothed you, pressing his lips against yours, tongue sliding in deep as you whined. His body burning hot all around you as your world narrowed to him. Just him and his cock and the egg nudging inside your walls waiting to be laid within.

You trembled, the taste of his tongue overpowering your senses with heat and sweet pineapples. You relaxed beneath him despite the growing tension inside you, letting his solid weight press you into the thick fabric. His cock rocking into your cervix slowly. Grinding the firm egg ever closer into your cervix. Pressing that thick swell deeper and deeper as it nudged you apart. You whined on his tongue as it pried you open, sticking at the thickest part. You gasped, trembling and wailing as it held you so open. Your heart stuttering as you whined with ever weak gasp of air. He chuckled and teased you, rocking his cock perfectly in place as you shook, hyperventilating as your cervix was stretched open so wide.

With a firm shove of his hips, it suddenly popped through and your wail was muffled as it sank into your womb. Cunt quivering violently around him as you came. The egg settled thick and heavy, Marco panting victoriously against your open lips. His tongue withdrawing slowly despite your protesting whines. Your legs trembling and seizing around his waist restlessly as the heat washed over you.

“Marco~ mmnn~!” You whined as he started his steady rocking motion again. Another swell pressing against your cunt, though quite smaller than the first. It passed into you almost too easily, barely grinding and rolling against your walls as he moaned.

“I have soooo many eggs to give you~ Each one precious to me. And you’ll carry them all as long as it takes. Safe in my nest.” Marco purred, kissing your lips chastely despite literally fucking your cervix as another egg pressed into you, joining the one inside your pussy. The two popping into your womb quickly after it had been gapped by the first egg so thoroughly. You almost wished another one would come along just as big as the first, even if it would drive you mad to take another so soon after the first. Your muscles still twitching in the aftermath.

“H-How many?” You whispered. Marco chuckled.

“Thousands of precious eggs.” You gasped, shuddering as your started to climax. “I’ve lost soooo many, but they’re all coming back.”

“I-I don’t know if I can take that many~!” You shuddered, another one prying open your cervix as you throbbed, walls tightening at just the right time for it to grind into you. “T-They’re so big, Marco~ A-Ahhhn~ s-so-so-sooo big!” He kissed you, cutting your protests short.

“Eventually, precious. You’ll carry them all eventually.” Marco hummed, speeding up as several more eggs parted your walls. Fast enough to make you whine as they just kept coming. One by one they sank into you, settling and grinding together. Overstimulation threatening you with every pass of his bulging cock into your womb. Their sizes varied but never as large as the first. Something you’d appreciate more if you could think. But you couldn’t think.

Only feel.

And then one pressed against your cunt and you shuddered. A cold sensation crawling up your spine despite it not feeling any different from the others. Marco paused, abruptly pulling out, though almost not fast enough to prevent it from reaching your cervix. It sank into your cunt, rolling and a bit larger than a chicken egg. His weight off of you as he stared down at your bulging stomach, visibly swollen with his eggs after so many.

Marco snarled, baring his teeth as he sank his hand into your cunt, ignoring your startled scream. It wasn’t like his cock, but the shape of his hand was still startling after you had gotten used to the smooth intrusion. His fist pressing into your walls as he firmly grabbed the offending egg, knuckles rubbing against you. For a moment he teased you. Grinding his clenched fist, letting his knuckles abuse your walls as his cock and eggs had been moment ago. He chuckled for a moment as you whined. Then suddenly, his hand pulled free with a wet pop, presenting a pitch black egg that seemed to writhe.

“W-What’s wrong?” You asked, glad to not have that inside you but still confused as to why.

“A filthy traitor who thinks he can sneak into a new life.” Marco spat, throwing it hard into the fire that still burned. It landed with a wet smack and the fire roared up high. That now taken care of, Marco sighed, looking down at you sweetly. “You can take more, can’t you? The more you take now, the less you’ll have to carry next time.” He cooed, sinking back into your body. The tip of his cock pressing back into your cervix breathtakingly easy. Almost like you’re cunt needed to be gapped open, the ache subsiding like it was never there.

He didn’t wait for a response, another egg quick to slip into your cunt and settle in your womb with the others. He kissed your breasts, stroking your skin as more eggs settled inside you. Encouraging you to cum with weak gasps, squirting around his cock.

When he could no longer lay flat against you, your stomach bulging up like a late term pregnancy, he sighed. Almost pouting as he cradled your soft belly.

Warm hands stroking over the impossible swell, cock still hilted inside you, though every thrust disturbed the eggs now.

“M-Marco~” You moaned, thighs and cunt burning. His gaze snapped to you and he smiled. Carefully leaning over you to give you a long, lingering, deep kiss.

“Almost done, precious. Just need to give them life.” Marco purred, gently rocking into your body. The sound of fire popping and wet slaps of his hips against your filling the room as you moaned. “All that’s left is the seed.” He sighed, shuddering as he slammed into you, hilting with a groan.

You felt warmth pour into you, your swollen belly glowing a soft blue and gold as his cock pulsed, expanding just a little more. Thick cum pooling into your womb as you moaned. Clenching down one last time as you came with him. His lips damp and hot over your face and breasts.

When Marco’s cock stopped throbbing with waves of cum, he stayed like that. Plugging your cunt with his thick length. Staring down at you with gold tears in his eyes and a vulnerable smile.

Gently, he pulled free from your cervix, mindful of how full you were. A wet splash of mixed cum pouring out as he withdrew entirely.

You were crying, limbs shaking as you struggled to breath with the weight of your pregnant belly. Lovingly, he wiped away your tears and slipped off the table. Pulling you into his arms, keeping your hips raised as he carried you to the fire. He placed you in the center, the flames raising up to obscure everything but him.

It felt like being enveloped in soft blankets, fresh from the dryer. A balm on your aching body as he laid you on your side. You jerked, moaning as tendrils slipped between your thighs and inside you. Stroking the slick walls of your cunt and pressing into your overwhelmed cervix. Forming a thick plug that moved with every weak pant. Stimulating you achingly slow. Like it was intending to edge you for as long as he wanted you wanting.

Marco stroked your hair.

“Just in case. The fire will keep you safe and warm. And if they need to be laid, it’ll be easier with you loose.” He informed you gently, kissing your forehead. “Rest, precious. You’ll need your strength to lay them.”

You trembled weakly at the realization that you’d have to pass them all one day. And they’d likely be even bigger.

But it wasn’t from fear that you trembled.

You lifted your head for a kiss and Marco obliged with an indulgent smile.