"N-next time..." He doesn't want a 'next time', he thinks hazily. Does he? But he had felt so good - had he? - ever since that first egg had settled into his belly, and now he feels better still, as he kneels on the bed and grinds back against Professor Eichel the best he can, thoughts of riding him swimming hazily through his mind.

He buries his face in the sheets again, back arching, stomach aching and swollen. Professor Eichel is forcing him to work for his own pleasure, and while Jade can't say he's pleased about that, he doesn't protest beyond a frustrated little noise. Demands don't tend to work well when it comes to Professor Eichel. Instead, he draws in a slow breath (shifting a little when that just fills his head with Professor Eichel's scent again), trying to calm himself.

"Please, more - " He mutters, just shy of inaudible. His hips lift again, and he tenses, trying to squeeze around Professor Eichel's cock.