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It was late at night, the two of them reclined side by side on a couch in Neuvillette's private chambers when he said to Wriothesley, "There is a matter of some importance I wish to discuss with you." He said it so matter-of-factly that Wriothesley barely looked up from the papers he was glancing over, many of them the subjects of their earlier conversations pertaining to the week's court cases and various meka quotas.
"I'm listening," Wriothesley said when Neuvillette didn't continue.
His friend remained silent, so at last Wriothesley lowered the pages to look at him. "This... has to do with the Fortress of Meropide, I assume."
Neuvillette let out a tiny, frustrated exhale. Wriothesley raised his eyebrows. No?
"It has to do with a court case, then." Was there one weighing on his friend in particular?
But to that, too, Neuvillette said nothing.
"What, then? Come on, spit it out."
"You are aware," Neuvillette began at last. "That I am the Hydro dragon sovereign."
Wriothesley just blinked at him, then sighed and shook his head, setting his papers down on his lap. "Yes, Neuvillette," voice hard but not frustrated. "I'm deeply aware."
"And you are familiar with some of my more... draconic anatomy."
Oh boy. "Yes..." Wriothesley said slowly. He put the papers on the coffee table beside their empty teacups, beginning to see where this was going.
"There is." Neuvillette stopped, took in a breath, fixed the drape of his hair across his shoulders, and straightened, as though he were about to announce something deeply profound. "An aspect of my anatomy I may have neglected to discuss with you on previous occasions."
Wriothesley was a very patient man, but that patience was beginning to run short. "And that is...?"
"The matter of eggs."
Both of them fell silent. Wriothesley stared at Neuvillette and Neuvillette very pointedly stared across the room.
At last, when it was clear Neuvillette was going to say nothing more on the matter until prompted, Wriothesley found his tongue. "Eggs," he repeated, which garnered no reaction from his friend except a subtle change in expression. Something just slightly towards shame. "I thought you were a male dragon. I mean, you have..."
"All dragons," Neuvillette said quickly before Wriothesley could utter a word so risque as 'cocks' when they weren't even in the bedroom yet, "possess the anatomy required for laying, carrying, and fertilizing our eggs. We do not differentiate in gender as humans are so fond of doing. Nor are we a sexually dimorphic species."
"Whatever." Wriothesley shook his head, waving him away. "It doesn't matter. Forget I asked." He sighed. They both did.
"Perhaps," Neuvillette offered. "It would be better if I showed you." But before Wriothesley could blush and ask exactly what that meant, Neuvillette flipped through a folder on the table to pull out several pages he'd tucked into the back.
Wriothesley gasped, more in sheer amazement than anything. "You brought diagrams?"
"Well, of course." Neuvillette looked at him like it was the obvious thing to do.
"This isn't a courtroom, Neuvillette, you don't need to convince me with evidence."
"Of course not," he said, carrying on in his usual manner except that they were talking about something that was really not usual at all. "But it will aid in the explanation and may soothe any hesitations you have. After all, I understand this to be very unusual and I expect you will have many questions."
Wriothesley wondered, passingly, as he accepted the diagrams, whether Neuvillette would later attempt to quiz him on the material. But as he started flipping through them, he could only make passable sense of them. "All right. Help me out here. Explain."
"I can't speak for all of my species, of course," Neuvillette said. "As my situation is somewhat peculiar. But I myself am on a ten year egg laying cycle. Once per decade, my body develops five to seven eggs which would typically be laid into and fertilized in a willing partner. In the absence of one, I have spent the majority of my years laying them in the sea."
"Like a fish," Wriothesley said, giving him a look.
"Not like a fish," Neuvillette corrected. He pointed to one chart. "This one compares the typical size and appearance of my eggs to the sizes of various other animal species as well as vishaps. You can see I did some manner of research on my biology several decades ago. I have found that laying them in the sea is a fine option. However..."
Wriothesley stared at him, and he stared back at Wriothesley. Neuvillette's eyes were bright and intense, and Wriothesley found himself flushing every so slightly beneath that stare. "I see," he said, putting the pieces together more fully. "You typically lay your eggs in the sea, but now you have a willing partner. Presuming I am... willing."
"Exactly." Neuvillette sat back, his point made.
With that information in hand, Wriothesley flipped through his diagrams once more, then set them aside. When it came to the heart of the matter, though they were interesting, they truly weren't that helpful at all. "Okay." He smiled a little, lacing his fingers together thoughtfully. "Tell me more."
--
Neuvillette spent the better part of an hour diving into excruciating detail over the egg-laying process. Where they generated in his system, how they came out, the size and consistency. He reassured Wriothesley that his body would dissolve them if they went too deep, as that had been his experience with one other partner a few hundred years ago, or that Wriothesley would 'lay' them and they would simply come out again, which was also acceptable. The point of it all was not so much what happened to the eggs afterwards, as it was the relief from the process of laying them.
"They aren't quite ready," Neuvillette assured him quietly when they were nearing the end of their discussion, "but within a few days, I'm afraid I shall be..." He blushed quite beautifully across his cheeks and ears. "Rather indisposed until they are laid. And at that point, I will require your... kindly offered services."
"Neuvillette," Wriothesley sighed. "Honestly. We have sex all the time. How different could this be?"
A silence hung between them. Then Neuvillette looked at the clock and said, "Well, I supposed we ought to head to bed for the night."
--
The following day, once Wriothesley had returned to Meropide, he found himself sitting in his office, thinking about... eggs.
Neuvillette had refused to discuss it with him that morning, so he'd been left to process it all on his own. Thinking about Neuvillette. Thinking about him... laying his eggs. In.
In him.
He was going to lose it. He was seriously going to go insane thinking about this. Thinking about the two of them, and the way the eggs would feel inside him, whether it would hurt, whether it would feel good, and the sheer emotional impact of it and.... And there was absolutely no one he could tell about this. Not even Clorinde.
--
Two days later, he received a letter in Neuvillette's fine penmanship with a very simple message.
I am expecting your presence tomorrow evening at the 19th hour.
Do not be tardy.
Yours,
Monsieur Neuvillette
Wriothesley stared at the letter for a long time, feeling a little like he was going mad with anticipation. But, it did give him a more precise timeline, and as he expected to be gone for at least a day, or even several, he was at least able to get everything at the Fortress in place for his departure. In the case that there were any emergencies, he instigated several protocols and points of contact, as well as a way to contact him via Sedene just in case. However, more often than not Meropide ran like clockwork, and he fully expected it to continue to do so even in his absence. No one was causing any particular problems at the moment, so he felt good leaving it in the hands of his very capable officers.
The afternoon before he was to leave, he simply tried not to stress too much. He had several nice cups of tea as he sat in his office, listening to soothing orchestral music. Then, he rose and left the Fortress casually, as though nothing were out of the ordinary at all.
He rode the Aquabus to Palais Mermonia, and only as he approached did he begin to feel overly nervous. Still, he walked on through the entry hall and was greeted by Sedene, who informed him very cheerfully that the Iudex was awaiting his presence in his quarters. Wriothesley thanked her with a charming smile and took the elevator up.
When he arrived, stepping out on the appropriate floor, he let himself into Neuvillette's quarters using the key his friend had given him when they'd begun having a.... more complex relationship. "I'm here," he called out into the dark and the quiet.
"The bedroom," came Neuvillette's voice from further in. "Now."
Wriothesley had never walked so fast in his life. The bedroom door was open and Neuvillette was sitting there, upright in his bed, with several candles burning on the table. Other than that, only his eyes lit up the room, their purple light illuminating the vast space.
Clothes were everywhere . Though several were strewn about the floor, most were arranged on the bed. Wriothesley spotted several of Neuvillette's Iudex robes, but it was primarily ruffled shirts, trousers, and waistcoats, along with several books and scattered papers towards the foot of the bed. There was a book open in Neuvillette's lap and he held it carefully in one hand, reading glasses perched on his nose. All he wore was a single silk robe that was practically falling off one pale, scaley shoulder.
Wriothesley stood in the doorway and stared.
"Shut the door," Neuvillette commanded, setting his reading glasses aside. "Did you lock the front door?"
"Yes."
"Good boy."
Wriothesley swallowed and shut the bedroom door with a quiet click, taking a few steps into the room.
"Strip," Neuvillette said, and he began to do so as he looked around the room. It was so quiet he could practically hear the candles burning.
"It's early for you to retire to bed," Wriothesley began conversationally.
"I have been in bed," Neuvillette informed him matter-of-factly, never taking his eyes off Wriothesley as he hung his coat on the back of the door, loosened his tie and pulled it over his head, and started on his buttons and the wrappings around his hands and arms. "Unfortunately, my current state requires that I remain so. Sedene has been bringing my work to me. We were only fortunate that I accurately anticipated when it would arrive and was able to schedule trials so that any overlap is properly avoided." He glanced down at his book, closed it, and set it on the bedside table, turning his full attention to Wriothesley.
"And what's all this?" Wriothesley asked as he unbuckled his boots. He motioned to the bed.
Neuvillette sighed, a slight flush coloring his cheeks. "I thought you were aware, but perhaps I neglected to accurately describe draconic nesting behaviors." He reached for several documents at the bottom of the bed and Wriothesley realized they were the diagrams Neuvillette had shown him a few days ago. "Well, it's no matter. I'll simply explain."
Nest? Wriothesley supposed it did look a little like a nest. The clothes were arranged primarily around the foot and sides of the mattress, leaving an open space in the middle.
"While you may expect the receiver of the eggs to create the nest in some species, with dragons it is typically the giver of the eggs. It serves to spread pheromones which in turn relaxes the other partner to make receiving the eggs an easier process."
Wriothesley flushed a little across his cheeks. "I see..." Strange, he didn't sense or smell anything different about Neuvillette's room but... then again, he was still on edge, so maybe that was why.
"You're nervous," Neuvillette said softly, watching him carefully with his glowing eyes. "Perhaps this is too much." He looked away, and the flush across his ears made Wriothesley smile. "I apologize... if you'd still like to say no, you may certainly do so."
"Of course I'm not going to say no, Neuvillette," he said, standing his ground. "I've just never done anything like this before. It would be easier if..." He scanned the bed, his gaze landing on one of the pillows, where a leather collar rested. His collar. He swallowed.
Neuvillette followed his gaze, looked back at Wriothesley and raised his eyebrows. "I see. You would prefer to be my dog while I lay my eggs in you? I thought that might be the case."
"You don't have to say it like that," Wriothesley hissed between his teeth.
"Is that not what it is?"
It was exactly what it was. He looked away.
"Come here, Wriothesley," Neuvillette said, curling one clawed finger, voice hard once more. "I tire of you standing so far away from me. If you want me as you say you do, then come to me."
Wriothesley climbed onto the bed and Neuvillette extended one gloved hand to him, pressing it to his cheek. He leaned into the touch, sighing and relaxing. That was better. Then, with a mischievous smile, he grabbed the bottom of Neuvillette's glove with his teeth, pulling upward to try to tug his glove off.
"Ah, ah," Neuvillette chided, smacking him gently as he pulled his hand and glove away. "Not yet. You'll get that in due time, dog."
Wriothesley growled quietly, grinning at him. "You want to fuck me? You'd better pin me down, then. You'd better shut me up and make me take it."
This time, Neuvillette growled, snatched out one hand and grabbed Wriothesley by the throat, his collar in the other. "I don't have time for your games, dog," he snarled. "Any moment now I'm going into full rut. I can feel it itching inside me. When that moment comes, you will have no choice."
Wriothesley felt a thrilling shudder go all through him and he smirked at his friend. The game they played was already doing its job. "I'm here in your nest, aren't I? I'm yours, aren't I? So show me, Neuvillette. Do your worst to me."
The growl steadily rose in Neuvillette's throat into something truly more dragon than human. He dug his nails into Wriothesley's neck through his gloves, squeezed his throat until Wriothesley's cheeks were hot and red and he was grinning wildly at him. Only then did Neuvillette throw him down onto the bed, tapping into the full force of his strength, forcing Wriothesley beneath him.
Neuvillette's chest heaved, his teeth bared, and Wriothesley's wide, excited eyes only made him want more . "My dog," he growled. "Will take what I give to him."
" Yes ," Wriothesley whispered, hoarse, grinning wider as Neuvillette pressed down on his throat hard enough that he could feel the pressure, could feel his windpipe restricting, could feel the muscles and tendons in his neck creaking beneath the dragon's strength. His eyelids fluttered, his chest heaving, and only then did Neuvillette let go, replacing his hand with the collar in one quick movement, tightening it around Wriothesley's throat and buckling it so it fit there, perfectly snug, just tight enough to serve as a reminder.
With his dog collared at last, Neuvillette leaned down, opened his mouth, and sunk his fangs into the beautiful, scarred slope of Wriothesley's shoulder. His human gasped beneath him, trembling, sweating, grinning. Wriothesley tried to lift his hands but Neuvillette grabbed his wrists tight, dug his claws into his skin, squeezed until his bones ached, and held them firm against the pillow.
When he withdrew his fangs, he licked the wound and moved over, up Wriothesley's neck just beneath the collar and bit down a second time, then a third along his collarbone, and again on the other side of his neck. With each bite Wriothesley gasped, moaned, and then at last got his own teeth on Neuvillette's neck, sinking his canines into the slope of his shoulder.
Neuvillette growled as they sunk their teeth into each other deeper, drawing blood. Wriothesley was already hard beneath him, which came as no real surprise, and Neuvillette could just feel his own twin cocks emerging from his slit.
It was Neuvillette who pulled off first, jerking his neck out of Wriothesley's grasp with a snarl. Wriothelsey grinned up at him, licking pinpricks of blood off his lips, and Neuvillette grabbed the ring of his collar in two fingers, jerking his neck just barely off the pillow so hard Wriothesley wheezed and laughed.
"So rude," Neuvillette grumbled. "Were I not in such a desperate mood I would punish you for that."
"I know you would," Wriothesley ground out, still grinning. "That's why I did it."
Neuvillette back-handed him across the face without a second thought. "Don't be cheeky, dog."
Wriothesley recovered a split-second later despite the red mark across his cheek, grabbed Neuvillette's wrist as he pulled away, brought it to his mouth and bit down hard. Neuvillette all but roared as he tore it from his dog's teeth. Wriothesley hadn't drawn blood—there were far too many scales for him to ever possibly bite through—but he was growing tired of his dog misbehaving.
Twisting his hand around, he grabbed Wriothesley's wrist again, slamming it back to the pillow, grabbed the other and pulled them both behind Wriothesley's head, binding them together with a thick rope of Hydro, tight enough that he could barely move.
Wriothesley seemed pleased with that, barking out a laugh. "What's the matter? Am I riling you up?"
Neuvillette leaned over him, growling in his face, fangs bared. "Wriothesley. I am the Hydro Dragon Sovereign. You are my willing partner and you will yield to me!"
"Oh?" Wriothesley raised his eyebrows. "You aren't being very forceful about it. I thought you were going to fuck me."
Neuvillette let Wriothesley's collar go, dropping him back to the pillow and grabbed his chin, staring him down. Then he sat on him, hard, their hips rubbing together as he pushed all his weight down onto the man. Gently, he shrugged the robe from his shoulders. "Wriothesley," he ground out. "I wanted to be sweet with you given your initial nervousness. However, you've given me no choice but to put you in your place."
Wriothesley gave him a knowing look. "Interesting. I thought it was common for dragons to duke it out before mating."
That gave Neuvillette pause. He drew back ever so slightly, and Wriothesley didn't try to get away, just held his gaze. "Where did you hear that?" he hissed.
"I did some research of my own after you explained it all to me. What, you didn't think I would?"
"Wriothesley," Neuvillette growled, far too much emotion for his liking coming through as he said his name. To think, that he would... that he would do all of that for...
He leaned down once more, sinking his teeth into the column of Wriothesley's throat, this time not in forceful domination but in gratitude and victory. Wriothesley finally relaxed beneath it with a quiet sigh, laughing to himself. "Feels good," he admitted, so Neuvillette moved from there to his chest, bit down in the fat and muscle of one of his tits and sucked hard just above the nipple. That made Wriothesley moan and Neuvillette felt a shudder of pleasure ripple up his spine.
His. His human.
"It is true," he admitted as he pulled away, dragging his tongue over that mark, letting out a noise not unlike a purr. "Dragons have been known to... duke it out, as you say. And I see that I have won indeed."
"Even if I tried," Wriothesley admitted, his chest rising and falling heavier with each breath. "I could never really take you in a fight. We both know that."
"Indeed we do." At last, Neuvillette leaned over him, caught Wriothesley's lips in his own, and bit down hard on his lower lip, digging his fangs in there too, tasting the blood and licking his tongue over Wriothesley's mouth when he was done.
Wriothesley flushed, grinned, nipped at his lips in return, and sunk back onto the pillow. Neuvillette's cocks were hard against his own, both of them fully emerged now, and as Neuvillette hovered over him, growling quietly, his horns and cocks began to glow.
Much like his eyes, they lit up the room in steady low blue light. Neuvillette pressed his hands down on Wriothesley's chest, taking in a deep breath as he stared at his prize. His claws dug into Wriothesley's tits, kneading them like an overly large cat, and Wriothesley could just make out that through his gloves, his claws glowed with that same bright blue light.
"They're coming," Neuvillette whispered, trembling, hanging his head ever so slightly as a shudder ran through him. "Wriothesley." He sat up enough to sink back between Wriothesley's thighs, to grab one in each hand and press them back towards his chest. All at once, Wriothesley felt himself flush, breathing hard as Neuvillette admired him. "Wriothesley," he whispered again, hooking his legs over his shoulders as he leaned over him, leaning down until his hair fell down around them. "I must—" His face and ears were flushed, and he closed his eyes a moment, face twisted up in a somewhat pained expression.
There was little Wriothesley could do but remain where he was, all laid out for Neuvillette. His breath kept catching in his throat as he watched his friend's face. The robe fell away, off his body as he tugged the tie around his waist free, revealing all of the pale expanse of his chest, scales where there should be hair, blue nipples peaked, his twin ridged cocks arching back against his stomach, glowing brightly.
Though they had fucked on plenty occasions, he didn't recall those cocks ever glowing before. Nor did he recall that one of the two had quite a large slit at the head, and he swallowed hard as Neuvillette grabbed that one first, bidding the Hydro come forth from his palm, slicking himself.
"I must—" he repeated, arms trembling as he lined himself up with Wriothesley's hole. They fucked often enough and Wriothesley fucked himself often enough that it was wide open and waiting, and he could take a little burn. Neuvillette started pushing in without saying anything more, pushing Wriothesley's thigh harder back against his chest as he shoved him down, leaning up over him to let his cock sink steadily in .
Wriothesley gasped, flushing and cringing at the ache, but his cock was so slick and his hole so loose it went in easily enough, sliding into him inch by inch like it was made to fit. The soft skin at the head made way for scales and ridges, and he moaned as they stimulated his entrance, gasping as each ridge forced his hole open just a little bit more, making him take more and more of that long hard cock into himself.
Once it was in and Neuvillette was seated fully inside him, they both took a moment to catch their breath. Neuvillette placed his palm over Wriothesley's nipple, let him feel how slick it was, the Hydro that originated at his palms bleeding through the thin cloth of his glove.
"Take your gloves off?" Wriothesley asked, more a plea than anything, and Neuvillette leaned over him, growling quietly, soothing.
"Not yet," he whispered, parting his lips to skim his fangs along the shell of Wriothesley's ear, catching on his piercings.
Wriothesley gasped, and Neuvillette shifted just a little deeper inside him, filling him wonderfully, his other cock shoved up the crack of Wriothesley's ass, parting his cheeks, the rough scales and ridges grinding against his sensitive skin.
"Neuvillette," he whispered.
Neuvillette, clearly a little overcome and not so much in the mood for games anymore, still tugged on the ring of his collar and glared at him. "You know the rules, dog."
"Yes, sir," he muttered quickly, correcting himself, and Neuvillette smiled.
"Better." He rewarded him with another nip against the shell of his ear before pulling back, rocking his cock inside him. "I will not be fucking you," he reminded him. "Yet."
Wriothesley looked up at him, questioning, but Neuvillette's face had twisted up once more into an expression of some discomfort, then a gasp of relief, and Wriothesley could feel exactly what he meant.
There was... something. Something large and round pressing up against his hole, inside Neuvillette's cock. He gasped. Was that— Oh . "Already?" he sucked in a breath, flushing, his body trembling as the egg began to push into him, opening him up far wider than Neuvillette's cock had.
"I told you," Neuvillette ground out. "I told you they were coming." He hissed between his teeth, flexing his hips, forcing his cock deeper inside Wriothesley to try to push that egg through.
As it popped past his rim, Wriothesley yelped, then immediately moaned. It was big . Nearly as big as Neuvillette's fist when it popped inside him, though not as big as both his cocks together. He bit his lip, panting, gasping as that single egg traveled the length of Neuvillette's cock inside him, and it was the strangest sensation he'd ever felt. It was so good, and as it bumped up against his prostate he whined, his cock jumping, leaking pre onto his stomach. His hands curled into fists, fingers digging into his palms, and he drew his legs back further as though that would ease the intensity of the sensation.
At last, he felt it come out the end of Neuvillette's cock, and his friend breathed a great sigh of relief. It settled deep in his gut, and Wriothesley whimpered and keened and moaned, trembling. It was there. Inside him. Neuvillette's egg.
He felt hotter than he ever had, his entire face flushed bright red, chest heaving, nipples hard, cock straining. "That was," he began, voice catching, and had to swallow hard to regain any single shred of his composure. "Good."
"Good," Neuvillette purred. He leaned down, licking over the claiming bite he'd left on Wriothesley's throat. "There's five more."
"What—" Wriothesley wheezed, but he could already feel the second one pressing up against his hole, and all he could do was tip his head back on the pillow and moan as Neuvillette sunk his teeth into his throat again, right over those selfsame marks he'd made only minutes earlier, growling into the bite.
"Mine," Neuvillette snarled, scraping his teeth along Wriothesley's skin as he trembled beneath him, as that egg traveled through him. "Mine. My territory. My hoard. My human."
"Yes," Wriothesley gasped, arching his hips up to help ease that egg through him, fingers digging into his palms again. "Oh, please. Please, sir. Give it to me—"
"You're doing well," Neuvillette whispered, licking over his throat, all the way over the marks he'd left, up the scar at the front of his neck, all the way up under his chin. "You're so good for me, Wriothesley. My good dog."
The second egg popped out of Neuvillette's cock and settled into him beside the first, deep in his belly, stretching him out wonderfully full. He groaned at the feeling, and he could already feel the third egg pushed up against his hole, working its way inside.
He... he wanted it. He wanted it.
" More ," he growled, and Neuvillette reached down and grabbed his thighs, sunk his claws into the soft skin on the undersides and dragged his claws downward, scratching him through his gloves, Wriothesley moaning beneath him. Pushing his thighs back further, Neuvillette leaned up over him, putting his weight onto Wriothesley's thighs to force his hips up, cock shoving ever deeper into him, popping that egg through his rim and inside him.
Wriothesley gasped, choked out another moan and tried to fuck himself up onto Neuvillette's cock, straining, his back arching and cock dripping as the egg ground over his prostate.
"Patience," Neuvillette crooned. "You can't take them too quickly. Relax." He ran his palms up his thighs again, this time only soft and soothing with no claws. As Wriothesley relaxed beneath that touch, the egg pushed in more easily, all the way along Neuvillette's cock to settle warm inside him beside the other two, nestling up against them. He felt full. He felt sick with it. His belly was beginning to buldge from those enormous eggs inside him and—
"I have three more for you," Neuvillette promised. "You want them?"
"Yes!" Wriothesley gasped, and Neuvillette grabbed his ass this time, digging his claws into the squishy, soft mound of his beautiful, perfectly plump ass cheeks, making Wriothesley moan. He dragged their hips together as the fourth egg crowded up against Wriothesley's rim, eager to push inside.
Wriothesley moaned unabashedly as it popped into him, chest heaving, mouth open and canines bared, tongue lolling, desperate. It eased into him as Neuvillette pushed it along his shaft, past his prostate, the soft pressure making his cock dribble pre down his stomach, dripping its way down towards his chest.
"Your eggs," Wriothesley sobbed as the fourth one, too, pushed out the head of Neuvillette's cock, joining the others. With four of them in there, they were starting to nudge up against his colon and it hurt.
Neuvillette hissed between his teeth, pressing his palm flat over Wriothesley's belly where the four eggs now rested, clustered inside him. He could feel them there, just four little bumps against the palm of his hand, and it made him feel.... something warm. Something wonderful, stirring in his chest, and without meaning to, he let out a pleased thrum that reverberated in the air around them. The thrum seemed to relax Wriothesley, his muscles going slack.
"My eggs are inside you," Neuvillette whispered, voice laced with arousal and quiet wonder. It had been so long... so long since he had laid his eggs in someone like this, and even then, it had only been the one time as a sort of experiment. This, with Wriothesley, and the closeness of their relationship was so much more intense... and so beautiful. "Wriothesley," he said his name in absolute adoration pressed his nose up under Wriothesley's chin and purred . "Only two more. I know you can do it."
Wriothesley gasped for breath, but with Neuvillette purring and nuzzling him, he could hardly say no. He wanted them. He wanted them he just... he knew it was going to become harder and harder to take them. The eggs weren't small by any means, and they already stretched him out so wide he felt like he was going to burst. Still, he nodded. "Please," he whispered.
Neuvillette placed his hands on his hips, rubbing soothing circles there with his thumbs as he fucked him gently with his ovipositor, just enough to give him some sensation. Wriothesley gasped, bit his lip, and whined as he fucked himself back on it desperately, just as the fifth egg nudged up against his hole, Neuvillette groaning above him as he pushed it through his open, fluttering sphincter.
Wriothesley sobbed quietly as it made its way inside him through the ovipositor, until it popped out alongside the others, joining the rest of Neuvillette's clutch. He was so full. He was almost too full. "It hurts," he moaned, and Neuvillette purred again, purred to soothe him and rubbed his gloved palm over Wriothesley's stomach, over the bulge his eggs had made.
"You're doing so well," he whispered. "Only one more."
"I can't take it," Wriothesley sobbed, but he fucked himself back on Neuvillette's cock all the same, in slow even movements.
Neuvillette matched them, fucking him gently. "You can," he assured him. Through truly, he had no choice. The last egg was going in whether he liked it or not. It was already coming out, and Neuvillette groaned as the last one slid into the base of his cock, drawing out a little to give Wriothesley more space inside him.
"No," Wriothesley gasped and Neuvillette blinked at him. He'd just said he was too full, but Wriothesley arched towards him, trying to fuck himself still.
"Put it in me," he begged. "Just put it all in me."
Neuvillette thrummed quietly again, sliding his cock a little further into him as the egg pushed up against his hole and popped inside.
Wriothesley's gasp was wet and needy, and he clenched his bound hands into fists, shaking all over as the final egg pushed its way into his body before, at last, being deposited inside him.
There truly was not much room. He was so full of eggs he couldn't stop shaking, and Neuvillette could barely push his cock in all the way in without forcing it. When he fucked him, though, he could feel the cluster of eggs inside Wriothesley, smooth and soft as they bumped against the head of his ovipositor. When he pushed it between three of them, Wriothsley choked out some incoherent sound, and Neuvillette hummed in appreciation.
"So good for me," Neuvillette whispered, leaning down to drag his fangs along Wriothesley's throat. "So open and wonderful for me. You took all my eggs so well, Wriothesley."
It was a relief to Neuvillette to have those eggs out of his system, and now that he was a little less desperate and irate and far more relaxed, he could truly appreciate just how lovely Wriothesley was like this. Bound and held beneath him, legs open, relaxed in his nest, surrounded by his scent and accepting his eggs with such beautiful moans.
"They feel so good," Wriothesley sobbed, and when Neuvillette put his hand on his stomach again, pushing down ever so slightly to feel them against his palm, Wriothesley groaned.
That made Neuvillette thrum louder, scraping his teeth gently against the skin of Wriothesley's neck, nuzzling and scenting him. "You want to bear my children, Wriothesley?" he asked, quiet but firm.
Wriothesley let out another aching sob. "Yes."
Neuvillette smiled against the rough skin of his neck, mouthing up along the underside of his chin, nosing at his stubble. It was not truly possible for Wriothesley to do so. But, in the heat and warmth of the moment, it was a nice thought. "I must fertilize them," he informed him.
"Please do," Wriothesley moaned, and Neuvillette pulled back just enough to look at him, taking Wriothesley's chin between his fingers, digging his claws into his skin.
"Look at me," he commanded.
Wriothesley opened his eyes just enough to take him in. His pupils were blown wide, his eyes glassy. He was barely coherent. Perhaps that was to be expected.
"I ought to pull my ovipositor out of you and fertilize you with the other of my hemipenes. However, I get the distinct impression that that is not what you desire."
"No," Wriothesley breathed. "Don't take it out, please."
Neuvillette sighed. "You want both?"
"Yes," Wriothesley moaned, closing his eyes and leaning his head back again. Neuvillette glanced down at Wriothesley's cock which looked truly uncomfortably hard, still leaking pre all across his stomach and chest from the repeated pressure on his prostate.
He sighed again, shaking his head. Looping his fingers into the ring of Wriothesley's collar, he tugged on it just to make his dog moan. "You are insatiable."
"Always," Wriothesley groaned, so he wasn't completely gone. Neuvillette smiled a little at that.
"All right," he whispered, leaning down to drag his fangs along Wriothesly's jawline, then just below his ear and down his neck. He would give him what he desired.
Sitting back, he pulled his gloves off first. Wriothesley looked blearily up at him, moaning when he saw what he was doing. On each palm were his blue diamond-shaped Sources, the sensitive places his Hydro originated from. "You will behave?" he asked, arching one eyebrow.
"Yes, sir," Wriothesley whispered. He was truly in a state. Utterly debauched, his cheeks and ears flushed bright red, his neck covered in red marks where Neuvillette had bitten him, the collar tight against his throat. He would not try to fight back, Neuvillette was certain of this. So, he released his wrists of their Hydro bonds, and they dropped limply to Wriothesley's sides.
"I'm going to fuck you," Neuvillette told him simply, unable to help a slight flush across his own cheeks. "Is that what you desire, dog?"
"Yes!" Wriothesley gasped.
Growling quietly in the back of his throat, Neuvillette pulled out just enough, despite Wriothesley's moaning at the loss and the way the eggs shifted inside him, to press the head of his other cock against Wriothesley's hole. Running his palm down along it, he shuddered at the roughness the ridges, all intense sensations against his sensitive Source as he slicked himself.
Wrapping his fingers tight around both hemipenes, he gripped them, easing them both into Wriothesley's extraordinarily open hole. It parted so easily around both cocks after having taken all those eggs, but Neuvillette moaned at how tight it still felt as he pushed both inside him.
Wriothesley gasped, shook, sobbed, writhing against the sheets as he tried to fuck himself back onto Neuvillette's cocks as soon as the heads popped in. "Please!" he groaned. "Oh please, yes, yes sir, yes, yes." He continued to repeat that as Neuvillette eased his way inside, letting out a slow, hissing breath.
"You're nearly full of me," he whispered in wonder. He had seen Wriothesley take both cocks plenty of times, but not when he was so full of eggs, and not when his fertilizing cock was as thick and hard as it was now, more than ready to do its job.
Neuvillettte grunted as he pushed the last few centimeters of his cocks into him, and Wriothesley's hole was flush with his abdomen. " Wriothesley, " he hissed, and without even considering it for a moment, leaned down to sink his teeth back into Wriothesley's throat.
Wriothesley cried out, grabbing at Neuvillette's shoulders, at his hair, and Neuvillette growled low as he started to fuck him, giving in to his instincts, letting his body do what it wanted to do. He knew Wriothesley would love it, there was no sense in holding back.
Grabbing Wriothesley's hip in one hand, he dragged him close, holding him down by the chest with the other, kneading the soft muscles of his tits. Wriothesley let out all sorts of beautiful sounds as Neuvillette ground his damp Source against one peaked and pierced nipple, rubbing his hip with his other hand, tiny streams of water trailing across Wriothesley's scarred skin.
Neuvillette fucked into him a few times experimentally, then started up a quick, eager pace. He growled as he fucked him and Wriothesley let out the most delicious, desperate, incoherent noises he'd ever heard, shaking beneath him.
Those reactions only drove his senses haywire, his horns perking up, claws sinking into flesh. He dug his teeth deeper into Wriothesley's throat, tasted his blood, swallowed it down and let the intensity of the flavors wash over him. Much like the man himself, his blood had a particular flavor akin to leather and tea and the weight of responsibility. He did not so much drink from him as bask in what little came forth between his lips, and as he tasted it, fucked him harder, driving both cocks into the cluster of eggs that sat inside him, felt the way they parted to make way, the sheer amount of egg and cock inside Wriothesley clearly driving him mad.
Finally, he released Wriothesley's throat, still fucking him, dragging his tongue over the wounds to close, disinfect and heal them, then drew back to look at his human through narrowed, intense eyes.
Wriothesley had leaned his head back against the pillow. Tears trailed down his cheeks, and Neuvillette thrummed, leaning in to lick them up, to taste the salt and the ever-present distinct flavor of him. He was enjoying this. Enjoying it more than Neuvillette had ever seen him enjoy anything. From the look on his face alone and the arch of his body, he seemed to be experiencing sheer ecstasy.
"Please," was all Wriothesley seemed to have the capacity to say, so Neuvillette pulled their hips a little closer.
He could feel the orgasm rising up within him, and he grabbed Wriothesley by the hair, dragging his head back further to bare his throat, staring at those marks he'd made. "Come for me," he commanded.
Wriothesley had so clearly been on edge for quite some time, given the steady stream of issue. He was such a good boy, managing to hold himself back as each egg had pushed into him, waiting for Neuvillette's order. And when the order came, Wriothesley sobbed louder than before, tangling his fingers tight into Neuvillette's hair.
Letting out a snarling, grinding sound, Neuvillette forced his cocks into him as deep as he could, rutting inside him, forcing the heads of his cocks into his clutch. He wanted to see his human come without being touched, was certain he could if he angled his cocks and eggs up against his prostate.
Wriothesley tensed, choked and groaned, and then, eyes wide as Neuvillette ground up into him, broke.
The issue flooded out of him, leaking in a steady stream across his stomach, his entire body going ramrod tight, then twitching, spasming.
The tightness was so much. Too much, and Neuvillette buried his face back into Wriothesley's neck, dug his fangs back into his throat just enough to feel him, and at last reached his own release, a shudder wracking his body as he drove his cocks in deep and with a final, possessive snarl, came.
It rolled through him as he dumped his fertilizing load against the eggs he'd laid inside his human, his entire body breaking out into a watery sweat, shuddering with the relief of it. His hands leaked pure Hydro, soaking Wriotheley's hair and tits where Neuvillette grabbed him, the water trailing in rivulets across his skin. It continued to pour out of his palms as he came a second time, shaking harder, and Wriothesley joined him, his body wracked with shudders, his cock twitching against his stomach.
Neuvillette reached down to grab it, ran his palm up along it, slicking him further and rubbing his sensitive Source across his piercings to the head, squeezing and wringing him until he was dry. Wriothesley could barely made a sound as he did it, just gasping and clawing at his back, wheezing and sobbing, his voice hoarse and broken.
"Mine," Neuvillette told him gently, voice grating in a purr. "My beautiful human."
As Wriothesley trembled beneath him, Neuvillette mouthed at his throat and his jawline, dragged his fangs along his skin, sniffing and scenting him, marking him, to be sure all would know who he belonged to.
Wriothesley gripped Neuvillette's hair, hands moving up to the top of his head, to the bases of his horns.
Neuvillette thrummed and purred as those broad fingers rubbed at his scalp, and he licked his way across Wriothesley's skin, to be sure he'd cleaned up all the marks he'd left behind. He didn't have much more in him, but he fucked gently into Wriothesley a few more times to be sure he'd gotten out the last of his own issue, before he finally stilled.
Wriothesley grunted uncomfortably beneath him as he, too, began to relax. Then, he let out a long, low groan of relief.
Neuvillette nosed at his cheek. "I apologize," he whispered. "I must extract them shortly." They were both just beginning to go soft, but his cocks were in deep.
"Go ahead," Wriothesley muttered after a moment, letting out a slow breath as he relaxed further, and Neuvillette worked both of his cocks back out of him. Soon enough, they would soften entirely and retreat back into his slit.
Letting out an exhausted sigh, Neuvillette eased himself down until he was laying atop Wriothesley's chest, face still pressed up against his neck just beneath his collar, closing his eyes. "Are you all right?" he whispered, suddenly concerned.
Wriothesley curled his arms around Neuvillette's head and shoulders, pressing his cheek into his hair. "Fine," he replied, hoarse and worn out. "Very fine."
"Good." Neuvillette nuzzled against his skin, sighed, and thought he might simply lay there for a little while.
"The eggs," Wriothesley grunted, "Hurts." He rolled onto his side, taking Neuvillette with him and curled up against him like that, eyes closed. With their legs tangled, Neuvillette wrapped his arms around him, holding him close, scenting against his cheek. And, eventually, together they dozed.
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Some time later, Wriothesley awoke, the pain in his abdomen terrible. He tried to sit up, only to groan and lay back down. But, behind him on the blankets was a single, large blue egg.
Neuvillette seemed to be passably awake, his eyes tired but half-open. He leaned up, blinking over Wriothesley's side at the egg and made a thoughtful sound in the back of his throat. "I see, they're beginning to emerge."
Wriothesley groaned. He could still feel the rest inside him, shuffling around every time he moved, pushing against his insides. He put his hand there, more because it ached than anything. "I would love to get these out."
"They will come out in time," Neuvillette reminded him gently. "Or they may dissolve within you." He seemed reluctant to pick it up though, so Wriothesley reached around to scoop up the one that had popped out of him, setting it between them instead. It was sticky, soft, and warm in his hand. Like a giant fish egg, he supposed.
"What do we do with them?"
Neuvillette contemplated it a long moment. "I suppose," he said at last. "I shall simply throw them into the sea. That seems the best place for them."
Wriothesley snorted. "You're going to throw my ass eggs into the sea?"
"They're not your eggs," Neuvillette corrected with a huff.
"Fine." Wriothesley rolled his eyes. "Our ass eggs."
"And yes," Neuvillette continued. "I am. It will do no harm to the ecosystem, despite having been in your ass, as I'm sure you're wondering. They shall simply contribute to the circle of life."
Wriothesley smiled, shaking his head, then curled up closer to Neuvillette, the single egg still between them. "And you said this happens to you every...."
"Decade."
Wriothesley sighed wistfully. "I can't believe I have to wait a whole other decade to do that again."
"So you enjoyed it?"
"Yes," Wriothesley said truthfully. "Very much." Despite all the anxiety he'd had over it, it had, admittedly, been the best sex of his life. And now he had to wait a decade.
Neuvillette let out a quiet sound of relief, leaned in and scraped his fangs gently across Wriothesley's cheek in perhaps a dragon's approximation of a kiss. "You have no idea how very glad I am to hear it, my friend."