He's yanked upwards without warning, breaking free of the water again. Water streams down his face. He shudders as the cold air hits him. Shouldn't the cold make him more lucid? Instead, he feels more muddled than ever, unable to think properly. That realization is every bit as disturbing as the eggs pushing into him - and the realization that in the past while, more and more, he's had his mind addled by sex.

Another egg makes its way into him, and its progress is too easy - this can't be his purpose, to be fucked and used and bred, yet it feels alarmingly right. He groans as the next egg presses against him, nudging at his entrance a few times before he relaxes enough to accommodate it. It stretches him out as it travels into him, pressing insistently against his walls.

The next egg is just as big. He aches. There's too much inside him. How are they all fitting inside him? He darts a glance downwards, and a choked noise leaves him as he sees the gentle swell of his stomach. An egg settles inside him, and he can't tell if it's his imagination, or if he really did just see his stomach growing even bigger.

The tentacles surrounding Heine undulate gently around him, encouraging him to settle down and simply enjoy. The first ovipositor finishes and moves away, replaced by another one without fanfare. This one is longer than the others, and thicker too, filled up with the biggest of the creature's eggs. It's gentler than the first, taking its time to enter Heine and quest deep inside him.