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Come on! Lae’zel yelled in her mind as Ilona was trying to climb the cliff, clambering to get out of reach and out of sight of the rampaging minotaurs around the corner. Lae’zel turned and pulled her up, Ilona suppressing a yelp as her body scraped against the protruding rocks, until she was finally over the edge. Lae’zel didn’t let her rest, though, and tugged on her hand. Come!
Ilona blinked rapidly in the dim light of the fungi, though she couldn’t see much anywhere to go along the rock face of the Underdark, until Lae’zel ducked underneath a black arch of stone and led her into a cave. She had to crouch to get in but it was tall enough to stand in, at least for her, but Lae’zel had to stoop down as she examined the length of it.
Ilona, on her part, fell to her knees and gasped for breath and held a stitch in her side. They’d been running for a while—a charging minotaur was fast—and while they’d been on the road for a while before this, her endurance hadn’t been tested this thoroughly since falling out of the Nautiloid.
At least she wasn’t alone, though—Lae’zel panted as she cleared the area, and, satisfied, slid down the damp wall until she was on the ground with Ilona. Something was wrong, though—Lae’zels every exhale had an edge of frustration to it, nearly a growl.
“What’s wrong?” she managed to huff out.
“Nothing,” Lae’zel hissed. Clearly lying. At this point, Ilona and Lae’zel had become adept at speaking to each other mentally, and while the gith’s mental walls were strong, the waves of aggravation coming off of her were impossible to miss. We should not speak aloud.
Right, she agreed as she caught her breath. She eyed the gith, whose hands clenched at the dirt on the ground. Are you sure—
We are lost in the accursed Underdark without our weapons, supplies, or companions, she mentally growled, her nose twitching in frustration. While minotaurs and drow and any number of creatures may be hunting us. So yes, istik, there is something wrong.
You saw drow?
I did, Lae’zel confirmed. They seemed to operate in hunting parties similar to gith.
Ilona swallowed, and shuffled until she could lean on the opposite side of the small cave, having to put her legs splayed out next to Lae’zels, for risk of entangling them. She was right, this wasn’t good. They’d found a campsite they thought was safe, but halfway through the night had been disturbed by a bulette burrowing out of the ground to attack a minotaur that had come to raid the camp. They’d all scattered off away as more minotaurs revealed themselves, and Ilona swore she saw dark figures in the menagerie as well.
I have my wand, at least, she offered, holding up where the wooden rod, enspiraled with gold, was strapped to her wrist.
Fantastic. And will you magic us a way to kill all those that follow us? Lae’zel huffed. Or perhaps conjure me a sword?
Ilona frowned. While she could cast spells with her wand, nothing powerful enough to protect them from the enemies looking for them. Lae’zel never derided her abilities before, only ever questioned them to learn their usefulness in combat. In fact, she knew a lot about Ilona’s spells, because they often communicated via thoughts in the middle of a fight, barely having to form words to glean each other’s intentions in battle. You know I can’t do that.
Exactly. Lae’zel thought, her legs fidgeting. We’ll have to find some other way out.
The distant hoof stomps of a minotaur drew closer, and they both froze. Lae’zel carefully laid herself flat on the cave floor to get a look outside the mouth, and through their mental connection, Ilona saw the beast sniffing the air in the large cavern below their cliff.
I think we’re stuck here for a bit, Ilona said. At least until the minotaurs are gone.
Lae’zel only responded with an exhale of frustration again, and as she drew her body away from the floor, groaned in what sounded like pain as she scraped against the ground.
Lae’zel? she asked, and went to her knees to try and help her up. Are you hurt?
No, she snapped, and batted away her hand. Don’t—touch me.
Ilona’s brow furrowed, her hand still uselessly in the air as Lae’zel pulled herself back up and crossed her legs, assuming a stance she’d often see her do while meditating. Something was definitely wrong, or up with her, though she didn’t know how to broach it, or what could have caused it. Now that she thought of it, Lae’zel had been out of sorts and standoffish for several days now. Since…Ilona blinked. Since they’d gone to her creche.
Whatever occupied her thoughts, it was enough to distract her, because she had been the one that was supposed to be on watch when they were attacked. Out of everything Ilona knew about Lae’zel, she was never one to be distracted. Especially on something as important as guard duty in a hostile land.
…Is it something to do with your creche?
Lae’zel’s yellow eyes fixed on her, piercing into her. She felt the denial before Lae’zel could form the words, but it ended with a sigh. And when will you stop asking?
I’m concerned, she insisted, crossing her legs as well, back straight and defiant. You haven’t been yourself. Ever since the creche, at least.
…It was…difficult to confront them, she said, carefully. That is all.
Ilona narrowed her eyes, and grazed along the edge of their thoughts and only felt discomfort—distracting, overwhelming physical, mental, discomfort from Lae’zel. There’s something else.
Lae’zel put a hand to her forehead. Must you know?
If it distracts you from your watch and costs us our safety, yes, she said, perfectly reasonably.
Fine. Those yellow eyes met her hazel ones again. The creche held a pheromone that triggered a…physical reaction in my body. She, uncharacteristically, fidgeted in place. That is all.
Ilona pursed her lips. There were a lot of pheromones in the hatching chamber, so thick she could see it in the air. But what would that have to do with Lae’zel? Okay…she examined her again. Lae’zel’s usual perfect posture was hunched, and her stillness was punctuated by twitches. What kind of reaction?
My eggs have dropped, she said, disgust clear in her thoughts. This does not usually occur in my home plane.
Oh. She knew gith had eggs, of course she did, she had seen one, but she realized she had no idea how githyanki reproduction actually worked. So do you need to…lay them?
No. More like…deposit, she said, trying to find the right word in Common. A shu’kyani receives and lays them.
Ilona cocked her head. That word didn’t translate.
Lae’zel exhaled annoyance. Perhaps…‘incubator’ could work.
Oh, she said again. And that’s…?
Githyanki have three roles in reproduction, she said, clearly giving in to the needed explanation. A khu’ani to create and deposit the eggs, a shu’kyani to hold the eggs, and a rha’kani to fertilize them. I am a khu’ani.
Fascinating, she said, now leaning forward as she drank in the knowledge. What happens if you can’t deposit them?
I must.
Ilona blinked. You must?
Once the eggs have dropped, I have no choice but to mate or to…release the eggs.
Oh. Ilona’s eyes swept down the gith’s body again. Is that why you’ve been so agitated? You haven’t gotten rid of the eggs?
It is not that easy, she said. They must be coaxed out.
And you can’t…coax them out yourself?
Chk, no, she snapped. Then softened. Perhaps. But I have only ever done it while mating.
Okay…Ilona swallowed. So maybe I can…turn away, and you can try? That?
Lae’zel raised an eyebrow. And leave evidence of us being here so we can be tracked?
Surely the minotaurs couldn’t get in here.
But the drow could, Lae’zel pointed out. They would surely know it was a gith, and if they know our party, would know it is me. They would know they were following the right track.
Hm. Ilona shifted on the ground. I hadn’t thought of that.
Yes, which is why you would not survive without me, she said, and shrugged. I will simply wait.
Wait? But you said it won’t go away? Will it get worse?
Lae’zel shifted her hips, and Ilona swore she could see the print of something pressed along the inner leg of her leather pants. She tore her eyes away and back up to Lae’zel.
Yes, she said simply, and set her shoulders straight. But I am stronger than my impulses.
How much worse? Ilona asked, nerves strumming her stomach now.
Lae’zel sighed out loud. …I would lose myself, until I achieved what my body pleased.
The image of a primal Lae’zel, driven by the need to reproduce, to continue the dwindling population of gith, ignorant to all dangers, filled her mind.
We can’t let that happen. Surely there must be a way, Ilona said. I can’t have you distracted, Lae’zel. It already almost got us killed.
Lae’zel stared at her for a moment, and Ilona could feel the gith weighing something in her thoughts. …How do humans have their young?
A blush came to her cheeks, but she would not miss the opportunity to share knowledge. We only have two roles. Females hold eggs in their womb, and a male enters her and fertilizes one of the eggs.
Interesting. And the females, they have a hole and passage for the male to enter?
Yes.
And you are female, correct?
…Yes, she responded, almost wanting to shy away from the path that Lae’zel’s thoughts were going. But I’m not human, I’m a half-elf.
Is your reproduction different than a human’s?
…No.
Lae’zel cocked her head to the side, and she almost could feel the gith’s discomfort lifting in favor of a deeply buried, now emerging anticipation. Perhaps you could act as my shu’kyani.
“Oh,” she said aloud, then her eyes widened and she covered her mouth. Uh…I… her skin burned underneath her fingers. You mean we’d have to…uhm…
Have sex, yes, Lae’zel said, now seeming to have gained more confidence. Or however that equates between us.
Oh. Are…are you sure? Would that work?
I believe it is our best option. I cannot function with my eggs, but we cannot leave them behind. You can hold the eggs.
I…suppose, but, ah…
Unless you are unwilling? Though the way Lae’zel thought it, haughty, there was no way she would ever think she would not be wanted.
Ilona inspected Lae’zel. Her sinewy muscles rippling under her green sin, dotting with black markings…her chest held together only by several pieces of leather…and the devilish, almost undetectable smirk on her lips. Not that she hadn’t been curious before, but once she had taken Halsin as a lover, she had stopped considering her other companions. Even though Halsin had said he did not intend to selfishly keep him to herself, she, however, was not one to have multiple partners, but…this was a different situation, right? This was survival.
Are you sure it’d work? she asked. How big are the eggs?
Lae’zel made a circle with the tips of her pointer finger and her thumb. Smaller than a lime, but not insignificant. It should work.
She thought of the large egg they’d seen in the hatchery. I thought they were bigger?
They grow inside the shu’kyani’s womb once fertilized, she explained. But they come out of the khu’ani smaller.
Ilona wasn’t sure, but she had taken Halsin’s wide berth, so surely she could make the eggs work? It would require muscles she hadn’t been toning, but it could be possible, especially since it’d just be in her…passage, for lack of a better word.
We may need to move soon, Lae’zel pointed out. And my…reactions are getting worse. If we must do it, we must do it soon.
Ilona took a deep breath, the damp rock and earthy moss smell of the small cave filling her nose and lungs. The last few days had been exhausting, not a breath of fresh air, and she had barely gotten enough sleep to recover the energy she needed to cast most of her spells. The adrenaline of the chase was out of her system now, replaced with an exhaustion and ache in her bones, especially the ones against the hard ground.
But now, looking at Lae’zel’s strong hands, a bit of exhilaration.
Okay, she granted. We can try it.
Before she could even wonder how they would start, Lae’zel stood and pulled down her leather pants and underwear to reveal a long appendage, not quite like a penis, but undeniably meant for penetration. It was dark green, darker than her normal skin, with a tapered tip, but a larger hole than normal. For the eggs, most likely. It twitched in the cool air, almost seeming to seek out something.
Ilona’s mouth dropped open. It wasn’t as thick as Halsin’s, but Lae’zel had certainly been downplaying how ready she was. Should I—touch it?
Lae’zel shook her head and stood over her. Take off your pants.
Like compelled, she shifted on the ground and followed Lae’zel’s direction, shimmying off the loose, cotton pants she wore to bed, and peeled off her sweaty underwear. She tried to fold them neatly to the side, but could only focus on Lae’zel’s crotch, at the alien way it moved as she crouched down on the ground in front of her.
Lay on your back.
Ilona did so, sliding until she could feel the packed dirt and small rocks along her spine. Before she could complain Lae’zel was over her, grinding her cock against her stomach. It wasn’t as warm as she thought—it certainly looked swollen with heat—but it wriggled against her skin and the downy hair of her pubis, sending shivers across her skin.
Prepare yourself, Lae’zel said, and hooked her arms around the back of Ilona’s legs, pulling her closer.
“Wait—” she pressed her lips together and composed herself. Wait, I’m not ready!
Now that Lae’zels frustration had broken the dam of her lust, she almost seemed annoyed to be stopped again. You are willing?
I’m willing! I’m willing, but, human—half-elven women can’t just start, I need to be…made ready. Wet?
Shu’kyani are always ‘wet’.
Ilona sighed. Not all females are. Not immediately. I need to…work up to it.
How, then? Her cock seemed to be finding the heat between her legs, grinding along her lips. Quickly, wizard.
Quickly?! and though she meant it as a though just for herself, it was clear that Lae’zel had gotten it, too.
Yes. Lae’zel projected the feeling she had, of an egg descending faster than intended. Tell me what I must do to…prepare you.
Right. Right. Ilona swallowed. What turned her on? What would Halsin do, that got her so ready for him? A blush bloomed in her face. You could, ah…kiss my neck.
True to the soldier she was, Lae’zel didn’t question the order, and dropped onto her elbows until their faces were barely an inch apart. Then she dipped her head down to the crook of her neck, and forcefully kissed the skin there.
A shock of heat went right down her body the second Lae’zel’s lips touched her skin. Yes, and you can…suck there as well.
She heard an exhale of a laugh as Lae’zel drew her skin into her mouth, rolling her tongue along it, and Ilona brought a hand up to her mouth to suppress a moan.
You must stay quiet, Lae’zel said, though she could feel the tinge of amusement behind the order, and Ilona could feel Lae’zel recall memories where she’d overheard Ilona’s moans when joining with Halsin. Perhaps a gag.
A gag?!
A precaution, she said, and scraped her teeth along her freckled skin. Ilona grunted, proving Lae’zel’s point. I could use a hand, but I will need both.
Fine, she conceded, and reached out for her pants, twisting them up until she could get a mouthful of the pant leg without it being uncomfortable. There.
Good, and Ilona would be lying if the praise didn’t send heat between her legs. Lae’zel bit her more forcefully, not piercing, but certainly making marks, and Ilona grabbed at Lae’zel’s arms in pleasure.
Now?
Ah—she was certainly warm, but hadn’t been pressured to get aroused so fast before. Here, do this. She guided one of Lae’zel’s hands between her legs, and pressed her fingers between her lips, and she twitched as she felt Lae’zel’s calloused fingers around her clit. This feels good.
Ilona guided her in slow circles around her, and Lae’zel caught on quickly, following the pattern without Ilona’s help. This helps?
Very much so, Ilona said, feeling herself relax, even into the unforgiving ground.
Will this make you ‘come’? Ilona felt Lae’zel’s memory of hearing her say “I’m going to come” in as hushed a whisper as possible to Halsin, and became warm again.
Yes, if, ah, done fast enough, but don’t go faster—not yet, I get tight when I come, and, uh…She looked down between them at Lae’zel’s cock, which seemed to have gotten stiffer, larger, and seemed to have a bulge at the bottom of it. Would it get even bigger? I need to be loose enough for you.
Fine, Lae’zel said, and rubbed longer strokes along her lips, until she circled to her slit. Is this your hole?
Yes, Ilona said, breathing carefully through her nose. She was getting wet now, something about commanding Lae’zel while also being so completely at her will making her warm, and she resisted the urge to rub her legs together.
You are wet.
P…put a finger inside, she said. Carefully.
Lae’zel did as she asked, and found a new corner of her neck to bruise while doing it, making Ilona shiver. Maybe two. A second finger joined the first, and Ilona had the reality-breaking sensation of both feeling Lae’zel’s fingers enter her, and feeling her own walls part and pulse around Lae’zels fingers, as though they were her own. What…
We are close, Lae’zel said. What an odd sensation.
Yes, but not…unpleasant, Ilona confessed. She hadn’t thought about what it would be like to have sex with someone else with a tadpole, but she hadn’t expected this. Deeper.
Lae’zels fingers slid in as far as they could go, and Ilona’s walls clung around her. This will be good, she thought, and Ilona knew she meant the pulsing of her cunt, pictured it at the same time as Lae’zel, her walls coaxing out eggs. It made her squirm, and Lae’zel traced her fingertips around the deepest parts of her. This will get bigger?
I will be able to fit you, she said, almost confident. She can fit Halsin, she can fit Lae’zel’s…appendage. She felt Lae’zel’s doubt as her fingers pressed against the ring of muscle at the end of her passage. It can expand.
Lae’zel made a noise, and added a third finger, as though to test the theory, and Ilona raised her hips in surprise, in encouragement. I see.
Keep going, Ilona said, and had a dizzyingly hot image of Lae’zel’s fingers curled inside her, her fist completely surrounded by her flesh. Realizing Lae’zel must have seen it as she added a fourth finger, she shook her head. You don’t have to—to do all that. It takes a while.
I do not have much time, Lae’zel said, and she could feel the arousal and assurance in her words. I must enter.
Okay, okay—Ilona took a deep breath, and nodded. I think I’m ready.
Good. Lae’zel almost instantly pulled back away, done with her task, and ran Ilona’s slick along her shaft, up to the tip. The bulge she saw was more prominent now at the bottom, the tip more insistent, and Lae’zel pulled back her hips and guided her cock inside.
Ilona had the alien feeling of something besides fingers curl and work inside her, rotating this way and that to navigate through the folds of her walls as Lae’zel pushed herself inside. Each inch stretched her hole around her, not unpleasantly, making her part her legs to welcome her inside, and happy the gag was in her mouth as a physical reminder to stop her moans.
Lae’zel seated herself inside, though not wholly, and could not stop herself from sliding in and out of her. Ilona could feel the lightning of pleasure lighting up Lae’zel’s mind as she stuffed herself inside her, and then pounded into her, all thoughts consumed by the flesh surrounding her cock. Ilona contained her voice as Lae’zel’s thrusts pushed her against the ground, scraping small stones against her, making her chest jump with each one, feeling both the pleasure of penetrating and being penetrated—she couldn’t care what else happened in the Underdark.
Ilona felt a bulge catch at her entrance, stopping the full entrance of Lae’zel’s cock. What—
An egg, Lae’zel explained, and shallowly thrust, trying to get the protrusion inside. It has been ready for a while, usually it takes more.
M-more? The egg pressed against her clit as it tried to enter her, and Ilona ground her hips up to Lae’zel’s body. Suppressing a groan of frustration, Lae’zel grabbed her hips, and pulled her closer while she thrust forward, and the egg popped! in.
Lae’zel slowed and she felt the egg move on it’s own through Lae’zel’s body, then into her own, pressing on every pleasure center along its way, the weight of it depositing in the back of her core.
Hells, Ilona managed, squirming around Lae’zel and the new addition to her body, both of them rubbing together against each other and inside her. It felt good, to be stuffed so full. You said eggs, right? How many?
Three to eight, Lae’zel said, and pressed a thumb to Ilona’s pubis, almost seeming to doubt it’s integrity.
Three to eight?! Ilona repeated, lifting herself up on her elbows. Do you know how many you have right now?
I can not exactly count them, istik, though the bite wasn’t in her words, just a seeming glow as she stared down at her shu’kyani. Wait, her shu’kyani?
That must have been Lae’zel’s thoughts bleeding into her own, but she had to stay focused. I know you can’t, but—
A rockfall outside made them both stop, their thoughts clearing in favor of straining to hear. What followed were clearly footsteps, and Lae’zel pulled out of her. Ilona instantly felt the loss, but felt the fear more, felt Lae’zel’s determination more, and before her request could even be formed, she cast invisibility on Lae’zel as she crawled to the entrance of the cave for a line of sight.
Ilona closed her eyes to see through Lae’zel’s. Six figures, barely distinguishable in the dark except where they blocked out sight of the bioluminescent mushrooms, crossed the path below them. White hair peaked out from underneath hoods, and several of them held out blades.
This must be the drow. They were speaking—Ilona quickly cast a spell to allow her to comprehend languages, hoping she wouldn’t be heard—and she caught some of the words. Absolute…saw them come this way…
Feeling the way Lae’zel was poised to run, Ilona sat up and removed her gag, pants be damned, ready to run on Lae’zel’s say.
“The minotaurs were a good distraction,” said a deep-voiced speaker. “But the bulette complicated things.”
Ilona’s breath caught as she felt the egg, sitting high up in her canal, began sliding down.
“We just need the Artifact.” Ilona clenched her muscles, trying to stop it’s descent. “Any one of them could have it.”
“So we need all of them.”
She gripped for her life, willing the damned egg to stay inside her, but the slickness from their joining wasn’t helping.
“The gith, especially. It is a gith artifact, after all.”
She felt Lae’zel twitch, at the same time she felt the egg crowning.
“What do you think it does?”
The egg sat, held between her lips, it’s smooth surface sliding against her slippery skin.
“Who knows. Good enough to get overlanders out of here, though.”
Ilona carefully slid her hand down until she could push it back inside. The egg was surprisingly leathery, and had some give—she wanted to push it inside further, but held her fingers there to stop it from moving out instead.
“Quiet. Did you hear that?”
Time seemed to freeze in the silence that passed, but Ilona could not make anything out except the beat of her heart. Then—a pebble falling, and she heard the thwang! of a crossbow.
“Just a rat.” She saw one of the figures shrug and reload their weapon. “Let’s keep going. Clearly they got further than we thought.”
Ilona watched the drow pass underneath them, though thankfully the rock they had run on did not leave any prints, and the disturbed cliff wall did not catch their attention.
Moments passed, and her muscles still clenched around the egg, her fingers wrinkling with her wetness. Finally, when the drow had gone out of reach, Lae’zel crawled back further into the cave. Ilona knew where she was mentally, but physically, was invisible, and was thrown off as she was suddenly knocked back down onto the ground from an unseen force
Another unseen force pulled her hand away, pulled her legs apart and thrust into her, pushing the egg back into it’s deep place within her canal. Lae’zel—
We have to finish this and leave, she said, and Ilona blinked as she could feel Lae’zel around her, inside her, but could not see her, could only imagine the determined set of her lips. They will come back.
I don’t think the eggs will fit, she said, dismayed as Lae’zel fucked it into her. It almost slid out before, and that’s while I was sitting, not walking…
I will go deeper. She could almost hear the insistent growl in her voice, the egg jostling inside her body as Lae’zel’s tapered tip went in, out, pounding at the egg that pounded against her walls.
There is no deeper, Ilona explained. Maybe we can just leave the eggs here, and they won’t find them.
No, she said, her thoughts determined and final. We cannot risk it. We will die.
Then—without warning, Lae’zel flipped her up and they switched positions to put Ilona on top, her legs around Lae’zel’s hips. She thrust up into her and, unable to hold herself up against Lae’zel’s thrusts, she sunk down to her knees around Lae’zel and gasped as her dick reached a new depth, pressing up against the rest of her organs, the base of it thicker, making her stretch around her.
Ilona breathed, the new depth causing the egg to fit to the side of Lae’zel’s dick, somehow making her feel even fuller. She concentrated on the feeling, on rolling her hips, and the sensation of Lae’zel’s tip squirming around inside her made her attention on the spell break, and Lae’zel appeared underneath her.
She looked down to see her lips pressed against Lae’zel’s skin, her entire ovipositor now completely swallowed by her flesh. Oh my gods.
Good. I need you around the base.
She looked up to see Lae’zel’s face, an expression of deep immersion and attention on something, and she felt the tip pushing aside the egg until it pressed flat against the end of her canal.
Lae’zel, they still won’t fit, she said, holding herself up by putting a hand on Lae’zel’s knee. Lae’zel just used the leverage to thrust up. You’re—you’re so deep, you can’t—she bounced from another thrust and gasped—go any deeper!
I must in order to—ngh—
I’m already full!
Where do your young come from?
From—from the womb, she said, and a sharp thrust pushed the tapered tip against her cervix. Lae’zel, that hurt.
And where is the womb?
At…at the end of the canal, I suppose, but—
I must deposit directly into the womb. Lae’zel grit her teeth, as though searching for something.
You can't get in there! I don’t-–I don’t even know how anything gets in there, if anything is supposed to—
Lae’zel paused, grinds the tapered tip against her cervix. I feel a dent. A hole.
Ilona inhaled sharply. The press of her felt good, but…
The shu’kyani, their entries are prepared to take me. You, half-elf, another press of the tip at the ring of muscle, are not.
Well, you can’t get in, at least, she didn’t think so. So what do we do?
I must make you prepared.
Lae’zel, no—she didn’t know for sure, but she knew it could hurt. She understood it could open for childbirth, but childbirth was never described as anything except painful.
See? Your young make it expand.
Ilona felt the tip move, then settle, something slotting into place inside her. What? And she knew what it was, through Lae’zel’s sensations: her ovipositor had secured itself around her cervix.
And then it began sucking.
Her hand flew up to her mouth to cover her gasp, her moan. It was an odd sensation, not entirely unpleasant, but Lae’zel seemed dissatisfied. I cannot—chk—push up the eggs.
Gravity, was the first thing Ilona thought, and in response, Lae’zel flipped her over yet again until they were on their sides, her back to Lae’zel’s chest. She shifted their hips a bit until Ilona’s top leg was draped over her own, bared open with enough room to keep herself inside Ilona to the hilt.
She remembered when Halsin kept her in this position, but Halsin’s was romantic, his chest huffing against her spine, her body nestled inside his. His gentle ministrations opening her up until she was ready, the delicious stretch as he entered her, slowly and carefully until he was hilted inside her, and she felt so complete, so warm.
Lae’zel was different, insistent, her grip imprisoning, seeking her warmth instead of joining it. The ovipositor sucked more insistently, and now this was painful, like something was wrenching her apart, and she whimpered.
Lae’zel curled an arm around her head, pressing her forearm against her mouth to keep her quiet. Tska. Relax.
Relax?! Lae’zel, you’re not supposed to be able to—oh, gods—she twitched as Lae’zel thrust in, and when she pulled out, it increased the suction. A deep part of her flinched at the sensation, felt pulled out of her, but Laezel ignored her. Her hot breath fanned against her neck, the barest of a hissing groan into her ear as she bore down on her with shallow, hard thrusts.
You are strong, Lae’zel told her, and though the praise helped, it didn’t stop the burning as she plunged her body open. You said you could do this.
I didn’t think they would be going all the way in!
Then Ilona felt the first bulge at her lips, another egg pulsing itself inside Lae’zel, ready to enter her. She’d been stretched open by her base, so this one slid in easier, though Ilona could feel it all the way up her canal, and felt Lae’zel’s relief and pleasure from feeling the egg be squeezed by her walls. Lae’zel—
Clench, shu’kyani, Lae’zel commanded, and Ilona blinked.
What? She couldn’t focus through the pulsing of the tip sucking her open, at the same beat as the egg moved. Hells, this wouldn’t actually work, would it? Lae’zel would try, but it couldn’t work.
Clench your muscles, Lae’zel said, and she swore she could feel the bliss coming from her thoughts. It will help coax out the eggs.
The faster Lae’zel would realize this wouldn’t work, then fine—Ilona breathed through her nose, and refocused on her muscles that were not in agony, that surrounded Lae’zel’s flesh, and carefully contracted them. Lae’zel buried her face in Ilona’s hair to muffle her groan, and Ilona felt the first egg slip closer towards her cervix, and another pull towards her from Lae’zel’s base.
It wouldn’t enter her. The new egg would find itself a pocket within her folds to hide into, the same way the first egg had, which still shook around in her muscles, not helping the entire process. But at the same time the third egg at the base entered around her lips, stretching her, the second kissed at her cervix, the ovipositor’s endless pulses beating against her inner-most entrance.
See? It won’t—Lae’zel pulled Ilona’s hips closer at the same time she pierced inwards, and Ilona gasped her mouth open to scream, only muffled by Lae’zel’s forearm, as Lae’zel shoved the first egg through the tight—though, apparently loosened enough—hole of her cervix.
Ilona bit down on Lae’zel’s arm as tears streaked unbidden down her eyes, hot white pain wrenching her open as the egg pushed its way through her tight canal and up into her empty, but tight, womb. She almost felt it drop inside her, pressing against her stomach, and her entire mid-section cramped. She thrashed in Lae’zel’s arms, but she held her in a vice grip, already thrusting for the third egg.
Please stop, please—and Lae’zel opened her mind to the pleasure she experienced, the delicious clench of Ilona’s struggling muscles around her cock, milking her of her eggs. How the cramps only made each thrust sweeter, coaxed the fourth egg from inside her, the relief of feeling each egg drop from her sac and into the ovipositor.
It will be easier now, Lae’zel said, and almost as a soothing gesture, kissed her neck. While Lae’zel’s sensations helped, it didn’t stop Ilona’s horror at what was happening to her body, what Lae’zel was using her for, as the third egg pressed into her cervix. Ilona sobbed, her chest wracked with them as the piercing pain roared inside her again, squeezing another egg into her now-occupied womb.
Please stop, she cried, her teeth digging into Lae’zel’s skin. She surely had drawn blood, but Ilona couldn’t tell the different between the liquids running down her face, whether they were tears or blood. The githyanki was either too concerned with getting caught or was in too much pleasure to care.
Keep clenching. Lae’zel said, caressing Ilona’s hip where she’d bruised it with her grip. It will be over soon.
Ilona tried to focus, but so much of her body was spasming without her control, cramping and screwing itself up in pain. I—I can’t, she whimpered, mentally, as much as that was possible.
Hm. Lae’zel’s hand brushed down between them, to their joined bodies, and drew a line towards Ilona’s stiff clit. This will help.
Wait—but she was right, her small, slow circles around her clit did help, at least in helping her walls squeeze around Lae’zel’s ovipositor to receive more eggs. There were inklings of her own pleasure, too, and she tried to focus on that, focus on how good the stretch felt, not the wrenching open of her insides—but the fourth egg pushed insistently at her abused cervix, and with a quick shove from Lae’zel, entered and expanded her womb again.
She could feel the weight of them now, gravity making the usually small paunch at the bottom of her stomach pull. She couldn’t see herself, neither could Lae’zel, but she pictured her stomach expanding, ballooning with eggs. That—she sniffed—that was four, are there more?
Yes, Lae’zel said, biting at her neck, and a shiver of sharp pleasure made the pain in more relief across her nerves. Focus on my pleasure, shu’kyani.
So she did, Lae’zel opening her mind as wide as possible for Ilona to dive in. She was wrapped in memories—her hatching, her first meeting with Vlaakith, seeing a dragon for the first time—and Lae’zel mentally pulled her up from the deep, closer, embracing her mentally to show her the pleasure Ilona brought her. She rubbed Ilona’s clit and Ilona moaned as she felt the clench around Lae’zel’s cock, the ecstasy of a warm hole drawing an egg—a life-giving, population continuing egg—into a warm body. The winking of Ilona’s cervix underneath her ovipositor, the fascination as her tip opened around another egg to push into her shu’kyani.
Ilona’s sobs slowed, but she still grasped for any breath through her nose, but, no—she was back in Lae’zel’s body, her labored huffs as she bore down more eggs to give to her. Calmer, at least, than her, and belatedly she felt another egg deposit and fall inside of her, pressing against its ilk. Another cramp tried to overtake her, and she clung to Lae’zel’s hand at her hip.
Will I have to carry them to term? she asked, almost offhandedly, even Lae’zel feeling the press of the eggs on the cervix from the other side.
No, they are unfertilized, Lae’zel said, though part of her seemed unsure.
You don’t know how we’ll get them out, Ilona finished the thought for Lae’zel, panic at the idea now touching the edges of her consciousness. Lae’zel fought to keep Ilona inside her, though, her mental walls blocking her in.
We will worry about that once get out of this alive, Lae’zel concluded, and sighed as another squeeze from Ilona’s muscles pulled out another egg. You are doing well, shu’kyani.
I don’t have a choice, a thought she meant for herself, but Lae’zel kissed at her neck again.
The next egg deposited inside her womb, but another one wasn’t ready to take it’s place. Ilona nearly felt breathless, that while her mind was occupied with Lae’zel’s pleasure, her body shook with pain. Are you done?
Lae’zel ground into Ilona more insistently. She growled, ever so quietly. There is one more.
Thank the gods, she said, and waited. And waited. Where is it?
Lae’zel blew an exhale of effort into Ilona’s hair, and she could feel Lae’zel trying to flex her muscles to release the egg from its home within her, up to the ovipositor, but couldn’t. In frustration Lae’zel put her fingers back around Ilona’s clit, tracing circles around her. Come for me.
I—the command brought her back into her own body, her burning, aching body, cramping around a clutch of eggs while an ovipositor tore her open, and bit down on Lae’zel’s arm harder. She barely registered the pleasure of Lae’zel’s hand through the heat. I don’t think I can!
You can. Lae’zel insisted, and swiped back and forth quicker. You must, to get it out.
Hells— she felt Lae’zel’s ovipositor throbbing inside her, pushing back wherever she squeezed, pressing on places that should have felt good, should have pressed the loose egg into a pleasurable spot. She was so full, of Lae’zel, of her eggs, and she snapped her hips against Ilona’s, pressing her wide base in and out of her swollen lips.
Keep going, she panted, focusing all her might on the grind of the loose egg deep inside her, on the pleasure as she stretched her open, the live thing inside her seeking release. She clenched around it on purpose to feel it squirm, and Lae’zel pressed back, her hips crashing against her with the force of her need, making her breasts jump under her loose camp shirt, her body scrap against the dirt. But she needed to focus, focus on Lae’zel’s hand, flicking her more insistently now, the burn from the ovipositor turning into an ache that rose in a crescendo. I’m so close.
Lae’zel sucked a bruise on Ilona’s neck at the same time she pressed hard on her clit, pressed deep inside her, and it was enough to make electricity run through her and make her spasm around Lae’zel’s cock. Good, she heard her think, the word so simple but filled with so much of her release. Good shu’kyani.
Her muscles pressed into Lae’zel’s cock, drawing her in, closer, and Ilona felt another bump pressing at her lips, the promised egg. But this one was larger than the others, and Lae’zel didn’t stop her ministrations, forcing her orgasm to last longer to coax the large egg out. It’s too big!
It will fit, Lae’zel growled, and pushed Ilona onto her stomach, rutting into her to allow the force of her orgasm and gravity pull the egg out of her. Ilona cried at the sensation, at the fever pitch of pleasure unabated, nearly painful as another spasm forced the egg in and itself caused another wave of pleasure from its girth against her most pleasurable spot, and liquid squirted from her at the sensation.
Ilona thought the pain was bad, but the torture of feeling the large egg squeezed through her body, ripping an endless orgasm out of her, was almost worse. Stop, I can’t…but she couldn’t struggle, the weight of Lae’zel’s body keeping her down, her gravid stomach pressed against the ground. The weight of her cock kept her pinned to the ground as the large egg bulged out of Lae’zel’s tip and against her cervix.
Forced in by her own orgasm, it rented her open, pushing itself insistently into her womb, though it’s large size made it slow through the spongy tissue of her cervix, and Ilona could feel the edges of her consciousness fading as it made room for itself and pressed Ilona’s full stomach harder against the ground. It was all too much, the pleasure, the pain, the throbbing and the shaking, and she heard her heart beat in her ears as she grew faint.
Then she felt a surge of psionic, healing energy course through her as Lae’zel muttered some words in gith, and she was back, though some of her aches felt lessened. Lae’zel’s ovipositor stopped sucking and unlatched from inside her and she pulled out, careful not to let any liquids get onto the ground. She extricated her mangled arm out of Ilona’s mouth, and pulled herself off of Ilona.
Am I bleeding? Ilona managed to think as she laid, cheek down in the dirt, her jaw aching from when she clenched it closed to keep herself quiet. She wasn’t sure she succeeded, but they hadn’t been found, at least not yet. Unless the smell of sex brought in some other creature, but for now, all she could do was curl up on her side, holding her torso as her womb contracted and cramped around the new intrusions.
I cannot tell in the dark, Lae’zel said, and offered up Ilona’s clothing. You have done well, wizard.
The praise made her want to sob. When she had agreed, she hadn’t agreed to this, but she had done it, they had both done it, and now they were here. They shouldn’t be here, though, the whole point of this making sure they could leave without a trace. She sniffed and pulled the clothing from Lae’zel’s hand, but found she couldn’t uncurl herself without more shakes of pain. I don’t know if this is better, Ilona said, allowing herself to wallow in her misery. I can barely move.
But I can carry you, Lae’zel said, and she ran her hand along Ilona’s side, and she felt the gith’s apology in her mind, even if she couldn’t make it with words. She also felt her immense bliss and deep contentment from the joining. You could not have carried me.
The arcane formula for Tenser’s floating disk scrawled across her mind, and Lae’zel made her chk noise. Technicality.
The spell has its limitations, Ilona admitted, and couldn’t help herself but smile at the familiarity, of Ilona offering spell details where Lae’zel offered practical solutions. You’ll need to put my clothes on.
I can do that, she said, and gently pulled and lifted Ilona’s body as she redressed her. Her handling was much more careful, now, almost protective, and not without a good amount of guilt over her actions. Lae’zel covered herself, then stood, stooping underneath the rough cave ceiling.
She heard and felt Lae’zel peer out of the cave entrance, but was too lost in the hard bump in the middle of her pelvis, and she pressed on it carefully, feeling the bumps of the eggs move around inside of her. It only caused another cramp, though, and she ceased her probing as she rode out the pain.
It must have been clear, because the next thing she knew Lae’zel was picking her up. Get onto my back. She stooped down until Ilona found the strength to clamber around her body, with Lae’zel’s support, until she could secure her arms around Lae’zel’s neck, her legs around her waist. The position only sharpened the pain on her bruised hips and swollen stomach, but she knew this would be the fastest way for them to retreat.
Ilona cast a quick spell of prestidigitation to clear up anything left behind by them, Lae’zel swiped away their footsteps, and left. Lae’zel moved swiftly, easily jumping down from their cliff, jostling her but holding her firm, but Ilona felt the lone loose egg fidget inside of her where they'd left it behind. She prayed that her underwear would catch if it fell loose, and held on to Lae'zel's lithe form.
In the Underdark she lost track of time, with no day or night, and the constant rhythm of Lae’zel’s steps and the loose egg rubbing around her sore and sensitive insides made her lose it even more. At some point she must have drifted off, because she woke to the sounds of Ilona! Lae’zel! mentally in her brain, Karlach’s strong presence clawing at her consciousness.
Here! they both called, and their tadpole connections pulled them together, until they met in the middle, and Ilona had never felt more relief than when she saw the large red tiefling bounding out of the darkness in front of her.
What happened to her? ‘Lona, you alright, mate?
Yes, I’m okay, she managed, and noticed Lae’zel’s conspicuous guilt and inability to lie, and brushed her aside. She was grateful they were communicating mentally, otherwise she was sure her voice would warble with the pain in her body and the stimulation from the loose egg crowning and plugging her. Where are the others?
Found ‘em all myself, Karlach beamed, and waved them over. As she turned, she saw that she was very clearly armed, her supply belts full. We met back up at camp.
We need to break down camp immediately, Lae’zel said, walking with purpose to catch up with Karlach’s large strides. There was a gang of drow that had found it and were trailing us.
Karlach frowned. How many?
Six, from my count. But there could be more, Lae’zel said. They were the ones that set the minotaurs upon us.
Karlach silently agreed, and they picked up the pace to jog back to their friends.
You are alright? Lae'zel asked, as quietly as she could in her mind. She could feel how strong their connection had gotten, how by taking Lae'zel so intimately, their minds swapping bodies so easily, something had allowed them privacy from the others, even within their shared connection.
No, Ilona admitted, her sensitive sex still rubbing against Lae'zel as she moved, the loose egg pressing against her pleasure spot unhelpfully. But I'll live.
You told me to stop, and I did not stop, Lae'zel said, her matter-of-factness tinged with shame. I lost control. That is unacceptable.
We had to do it, Lae'zel, she said, justifying it herself as much as she could. It was a new experience of feeling how it was to penetrate and be penetrated, the lengths their minds could meld. Outside the pain, she was, secretly, in awe of what her body could accomplish, and what Lae'zel had done to her. She held her eggs inside her, a perverse part of her in wonder at how they took space in her body, pressed at her organs, still aching. Ultimately though, she was in burning pain from her most inner tissue torn apart, and she wasn't sure how the eggs stayed in, but each step made them press on her sore cervix. She was sure she was bleeding, she had chills, and she was tired.
She had survived, though.
You are not done yet,Lae'zel reminded her, and Ilona realized she had unintentionally projected her thoughts to Lae'zel. We have the matter of...removing them.
Ilona sighed, even that small gesture making her gravid stomach pull on her chest, causing another cramp that made her spine wrack with pain. Please, not yet.
It might hurt more to wait, Lae'zel said. And we do not know how your body will respond to them.
I need to sleep, Ilona said, pain giving way to a bone-deep exhaustion that made it hard to hold onto Lae'zel. Lae'zel projected how unconvinced she was, and Ilona put her forehead against Lae'zel's back. I'll ask Halsin. Surely he's helped give birth before.
The thought, however brief, sent a thrill through her, making her squeeze around the loose egg. She'd always wanted to be a mother, and found she liked the feeling of being full of life. This hadn't exactly helped---but she figured naturally fertilized baby wouldn't hurt, not while it grew slowly. The feeling of something joining inside her body wasn't completely unwelcome. And that Halsin could be the one to help her through it...
Would this ruin her for that, though? Would the only birth she be able to give was unfertilized githyanki eggs? What had Lae'zel really done to her?
Yes, the druid. Her thoughts paused. I am still sorry, wizard. I owe a debt to you unlike any other.
Pay me back by getting us out of the Underdark alive, she thought, a deep dread dropping in her stomach next to the eggs, the things that may very well be the first and last things in her womb.
Their thoughts quieted and were joined by the others when they finally reached what was left of camp. Lae'zel placed her down on her soft bedroll to curl up and take deep breaths, shivering and full of eggs, as they all explained the situation. A cacophony of conflicting voices echoed in her brain, and she wished it would go quiet, her mental walls stronger.
She jumped when a large hand fell on her arm, not feeling it or expecting it through the tadpole connection, and she looked up to find Halsin’s concerned face above her. “Oh,” she said aloud, relief and tears thickening her unused voice. “Halsin.”
“My love,” he said, and knelt down behind her. “Are you in pain? Your skin is hot."
Did the others say anything? She can’t remember anyone’s actual voice mentioning her amidst the mental chatter and the sound of camp breaking down. She hadn’t felt anyone brush her thoughts to probe about the past couple hours, and hoped Lae’zel was able to maintain her mental boundaries well enough to keep the others from finding out. But Halsin definitely wouldn’t know, and her stomach roiled around the eggs at the thought of telling him. She had never been more thankful that with Halsin, her thoughts were her own.
Yes, she said internally, out of habit, and cleared her throat. “Yes. Healing. Please.”
This is why she was learning to love Halsin, as he did as she asked without question. His patience knew no bounds, except where her safety was concerned, but even then, he followed her lead. The warm light of his magic simmered over her, easing her aches, cooling the burning pain of her sore cervix deep in her core. He put a hand to her lower stomach, his brows drawn down in concern. Halsin was an adept healer, and there was surely a way he must have felt the sources of her pain, the locations of her injuries. "How did this happen?"
"It's okay, Halsin," she said, reassuring him, but she realized, even though they didn't share a tadpole connection, his healing must have been enough to tell him something else was wrong. His large fingers palpated at her stomach, at the eggs, and she hissed in pain.
"I'm sorry, my love," he said offhandedly, but stared at her in wonder. "Do you have something...in your womb?"
“I’ll tell you later,” she promised, and reached out a hand to cover his. “For now I just need…to rest…”
“We’re leaving, heart,” he said gently, though his tone told her exactly how concerned he was for her. “I will carry you.”
Halsin cradled her in his strong arms and she quickly relaxed against him, falling asleep as Lae’zel’s eggs slid against each other, inside her, with each of his loping steps through the Underdark.