Been thinking about gentle oviposition again... consider, Huge as fuck serpentine chimeragirl who raises your hips up on one of her coils and lets you go limp as she runs her hands across your body with all the precision and reverence of a pianist pouring out a declaration of love into the keys of her instrument--pressing her fingertips to your abdominal muscles and untangling all your tightness and anxiety until every inch of you is calm and relaxed, before slithering upwards until you're face to face, resting a hand on your stomach, and helping you get into the rhythm of the breathing exercises you'd practiced for this as her coils spread your legs just a little further apart. Hearing her voice, calm and steady but clearly heavy with anticipation as she holds your hand and counts down the seconds, coils shuddering a little as she slides her ovipositor into you--inch by inch, stretching you open incrementally, each gentle thrust in perfect time with your breathing. Feeling that absolute, heart-pounding anticipation as she grips your shoulders, motioning for you to take one more deep breath before letting out a barely-surpressed whimper of absolute ecstasy and driving the last few inches the rest of the way into your body. Consider, staring into her eyes as she cradles your face in her hands, feeling her coils shudder with each time that your muscles involuntarily tighten around her, taking a moment to rest before giving a shaky affirmation and feeling the mass of the first egg travel along the length of her ovipositor--its solid shell pressing on your insides as it emerges from the tip before finally coming to rest within you, as warm as her gaze and as smooth as her touch. you'd lift your head to stare down at the shape of it in you, if only you had the strength left in your body to do so.
consider, letting yourself lie back and close your eyes as she squeezes your hand and pushes the next couple into you, the skin of your stomach stretching as they shift with every twitch of her ovipositor, every slow and heavy breath you take, orienting themselves into a stable and steady position as she lays the final egg in you and leans back with an exhausted and satisfied sigh--letting her ovipositor soften and slide out as a flood of both her fluids and yours flows out of you and your stretched-out insides try their best to return to their original shape, tightening around the eggs in you and holding them in place as warmly as she holds you.
consider, curling up in her coils as she wraps arounds you, holding you close and kissing your stomach before letting herself relax as well, resting your head against her chest as the two of you both fall asleep
