Lysaa’s POV
His thumb brushed over my clit, a featherlight touch that sent sparks shooting through my body. My breath hitched, and I knew I was already close.
“You’re going to come already, aren’t you?” His tone was smug, like he knew exactly how easily he could unravel me-and he did.
His fingers worked me faster, thrusting deep while his thumb circled my clit, and that was all it took. My orgasm crashed over me, hard and sudden, and I cried out, my body trembling as waves of pleasure pulsed through me.
Before I could fully catch my breath, Lorien pulled his fingers out and grasped my waist, his grip firm as he positioned me exactly where he wanted me.
I felt the hot, slick head of his ovipositor press against my entrance, and my breath caught in my throat.
The ovipositor was larger than his other cock, thicker and textured with bumps that I knew would feel incredible inside me. I shivered at the thought, my body already aching to be filled.
“Relax, love,” Lorien murmured, his voice softer now, but no less intense. “I’ve got you.”
He pushed forward slowly, the tapered tip of his ovipositor slipping inside me with ease, and I moaned at the stretch, at the way those bumps dragged against my walls.
He didn’t stop there. He kept pressing deeper, and I could feel every inch of him as my body struggled to accommodate his size. When he breached me fully, breaking past that final barrier, a sharp, stinging pain flared deep inside me, and I bit down on my lip to keep from crying out.
Lorien froze immediately. “Lysaa… I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low and pained. “If I could take the pain away, I would. Please, breathe for me, love. Just breathe.”
He leaned down, pressing gentle kisses along my back, and I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes-not from the pain, but from how much he cared, how much he was trying to be gentle for me, despite the overwhelming desire I could feel radiating off him.
“I’m okay,” I whispered after a moment, my voice shaky. “Just… give me a second.”
Lorien nodded, his jaw tight, and waited, holding himself still as I took deep, steadying breaths. Slowly, the sharpness began to fade, replaced by a dull ache-and then, by something else entirely.
The bumps along his ovipositor were stimulating me in ways I hadn’t expected, and I could feel heat pooling low in my belly again, my body already responding to him.
“I’m ready,” I said softly.
Lorien searched my face, making sure I meant it, and when he saw the truth in my eyes, he let out a low growl of approval.
“Good girl,” he murmured.
And then he started to move.
He pulled out slightly before thrusting back in, setting a slow, deliberate pace that made me gasp and moan beneath him. Every powerful plunge sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, his ovipositor dragging deliciously against my sensitive walls. The bumps along his shaft stimulated every inch of me, pushing me higher and higher toward another climax.
“You’re doing so well, love,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that made my skin tingle. His hand slid down my back, warm and steady, a grounding presence even as my senses spiralled out of control. “Just breathe for me. Feel me.”
I nodded, though I’m barely capable of coherent thought at this point. My entire world had narrowed to the feel of him inside me, the slick, hot friction, the way he filled me so completely it was almost overwhelming. Almost.
But not quite.
“Lorien… oh goddess…” I moaned, my voice trembling. My arms were shaky, barely holding me up as he thrusted into me over and over, each stroke hitting that perfect spot deep inside me that makes my vision blur and my toes curl.
He growled softly, a sound of pure male satisfaction, and I felt his lips brush against my shoulder, followed by the gentle scrape of his teeth. “That’s it, sweetheart. Let me hear you.”
I couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from my lips-breathy moans, gasps, whimpers of need. The pleasure was building rapidly now, a tight coil of heat low in my belly, and I knew I was close. So close.
Lorien must have sensed it too, because he shifts slightly, changing the angle just enough that the ridges of his ovipositor rubbed directly against my G-spot with every push of his hips. Stars exploded behind my closed eyelids, and I cried out, my body trembling violently as the pressure inside me reached a fever pitch.
“I-I’m gonna-oh goddess, Lorien, I’m gonna-”
“Come for me, love,” he growled, his voice rough with need. His hand slipped between my legs, finding my swollen clit, and he rubbed it in tight, merciless circles. “Come for me, Lysaa. Let me feel you.”
That’s all it took.
The coil snapped, and my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I screamed his name as my body convulsed around him, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around his thick shaft. The pleasure was so intense, so all-consuming, that for a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
Lorien groaned loudly, his hips stuttering as he rode out my climax, and I could feel him twitching inside me, his cock pulsing as if responding to the way my body was squeezing him.
“Fuck, Lysaa… you’re so tight,” he gritted out, his voice strained.
I was still trembling, little aftershocks rippling through me, when I felt him swell even more inside me. His thrusts became erratic, desperate, and he let out a low, guttural growl.
My entire body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending buzzing with sensation as Lorien continued to thrust into me, his pace ragged and desperate now. I could feel him twitching inside me, his ovipositor throbbing against my sensitive walls, and I knew he was right on the edge.
“Lysaa…” he groaned, his voice thick with lust and something deeper-something primal. His grip tightened on my hips as he plunged deeper, burying himself fully inside me. “It’s time… I’m going to fill you up, love. I’m going to give you my clutch.”
The words sent a shiver down my spine, and I gasped, my breath hitching as my walls clenched around him in anticipation. I didn’t know what to expect-I’d never experienced anything like this before-but the thought of being filled, of carrying his eggs, made my heart race with excitement.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Do it, Lorien. Fill me.”
He let out a low, guttural growl, and then I felt it-his ovipositor swelling inside me, stretching me even further. For a moment, I tensed, expecting pain, but instead, a strange, tingling warmth spread through my lower belly.
And then… the first egg slid into me.
I gasped, my eyes widening as the smooth, rounded shape pushed against my inner walls. It was bigger than I expected, but my body seems to instinctively adjust, and the sensation was… incredible. A deep, pulsing pleasure radiated from my core as the egg settled inside me, sending little shockwaves of heat through my body.
“Oh… oh my goddess…” I moaned, my fingers clutching the sheets beneath me as another egg followed, and then another. Each one slid in with a slow, deliberate pulse, filling me up bit by bit.
“You’re taking them so well, sweetheart,” Lorien murmured, his voice rough but full of awe. His hands caressed my hips, steadying me as he continued to release his clutch. “So perfect… so beautiful.”