Time passes by, marked only by the feeling of eggs travelling into him, stretching him out. How long has he been underwater? He can't tell. But he's running out of air. A dull roar sounds in his ears, almost like the sound of a waterfall. His head swims.
He's dimly aware of the ovipositor finishing with him, sliding out sinuously, leaving the heavy weight of the eggs inside his body. Still, the creature keeps him underwater. Jade has to wonder what the point of that is - why risk potentially drowning the host bearing its eggs?
Probably because the creature isn't sentient, working with human logic. Jade resigns himself to his fate and simply tries to last as long as he can.
Precious bubbles of air escape him as he feels muscular tentacles curl around his cock, smooth skin against smooth skin. It's so different from a human hand - there's so much more of the tentacles, and they grip with a strength entirely unlike that of a human's.
His whole body tenses up. The eggs rub against the walls of his stomach, and he can feel them stretching him out. The sensation makes him come, twitching and writhing in the hold of the tentacles, head spinning with a mix of pleasure and sputtering discomfort as salt water floods into his nose and mouth.
The tentacles are gentler with Heine, the ovipositor slipping out of him with great care once it's finished. The other tentacles busy themselves with making him feel good, curling around to stroke at his cock and balls, brushing against his taint and the edges of his gaping hole.
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He's dimly aware of the ovipositor finishing with him, sliding out sinuously, leaving the heavy weight of the eggs inside his body. Still, the creature keeps him underwater. Jade has to wonder what the point of that is - why risk potentially drowning the host bearing its eggs?
Probably because the creature isn't sentient, working with human logic. Jade resigns himself to his fate and simply tries to last as long as he can.
Precious bubbles of air escape him as he feels muscular tentacles curl around his cock, smooth skin against smooth skin. It's so different from a human hand - there's so much more of the tentacles, and they grip with a strength entirely unlike that of a human's.
His whole body tenses up. The eggs rub against the walls of his stomach, and he can feel them stretching him out. The sensation makes him come, twitching and writhing in the hold of the tentacles, head spinning with a mix of pleasure and sputtering discomfort as salt water floods into his nose and mouth.
The tentacles are gentler with Heine, the ovipositor slipping out of him with great care once it's finished. The other tentacles busy themselves with making him feel good, curling around to stroke at his cock and balls, brushing against his taint and the edges of his gaping hole.