Heine is still fighting to stay cognizant, his last trip underwater enough to put most thoughts of resistance out of his mind. He's been so flooded with the creature's onslaught of pheromones that his brain is a muddy mess of take, good, primal instinct taking over normal thought, and it's about all he can do to groan and try and close his legs when something much thicker than the previous tentacles settles between his legs.
It doesn't work. Heine knows that it's eggs. He knows he shouldn't have anything like that inside his body. But his body says otherwise, laid out relaxed and completely receptive to the creature. He's turned over to face the water, torso held just above it and legs and hips submerged so that the tentacles can easily support his weight. All his muscles are lax, keeping him from resisting the intrusion of egg after egg in any way. The odd weight of that first egg entering him and settling well inside his passage makes his stomach flip. Heine's never felt anything like it before. Yet, it doesn't feel bad. Logically, in that last working part of his brain, Heine knows it's from the creature pouring its slick into him from both ends. But as a second egg moves into him and lodges just beside the first one, it feels right, like his body was made for this.
After a slight twitch away from Jade, the creature returns to him with an earnest. The appendages hold him tight, maneuvering his body and tipping him to keep his hips up. In the process his head and shoulders go into the water, but the creature banks on him being able to survive that for at least a few minutes, while a second ovipositor replaces the first just after it pulls out. The second one is just as full of eggs as the one before it, swelling visibly with the first egg traveling through it and into Jade. There's no respite after the first egg goes into him; the ovipositor pumps egg after egg into its host, unrelenting, wanting the most possible offspring.
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It doesn't work. Heine knows that it's eggs. He knows he shouldn't have anything like that inside his body. But his body says otherwise, laid out relaxed and completely receptive to the creature. He's turned over to face the water, torso held just above it and legs and hips submerged so that the tentacles can easily support his weight. All his muscles are lax, keeping him from resisting the intrusion of egg after egg in any way. The odd weight of that first egg entering him and settling well inside his passage makes his stomach flip. Heine's never felt anything like it before. Yet, it doesn't feel bad. Logically, in that last working part of his brain, Heine knows it's from the creature pouring its slick into him from both ends. But as a second egg moves into him and lodges just beside the first one, it feels right, like his body was made for this.
After a slight twitch away from Jade, the creature returns to him with an earnest. The appendages hold him tight, maneuvering his body and tipping him to keep his hips up. In the process his head and shoulders go into the water, but the creature banks on him being able to survive that for at least a few minutes, while a second ovipositor replaces the first just after it pulls out. The second one is just as full of eggs as the one before it, swelling visibly with the first egg traveling through it and into Jade. There's no respite after the first egg goes into him; the ovipositor pumps egg after egg into its host, unrelenting, wanting the most possible offspring.