Professor Eichel always seems to know just what he wants, sometimes even better than Jade himself does. Despite himself, Jade lets out a pleased noise as the finger works into him, cock twitching at the feeling of his entrance being stretched.
The next egg presses against his prostate as it slowly slides out of him, helped along by Professor Eichel's fingers. Jade's cock hardens. For a moment, he feels uneasy, somewhat perturbed, but Professor Eichel's fingers thrust into him again and he forgets about that feeling entirely.
He's entirely worn out when he's done, one hand absently stroking at his (flat) stomach as he tries to work through the confused mix of empty sated tired aroused, half wanting to sleep and half wanting to feel Professor Eichel — or anyone, really — pinning him to the bed and breeding him again. Tiredly, his gaze drops to the eggs. There are so many of them, all round and large — had they really been inside his body just moments earlier?
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The next egg presses against his prostate as it slowly slides out of him, helped along by Professor Eichel's fingers. Jade's cock hardens. For a moment, he feels uneasy, somewhat perturbed, but Professor Eichel's fingers thrust into him again and he forgets about that feeling entirely.
He's entirely worn out when he's done, one hand absently stroking at his (flat) stomach as he tries to work through the confused mix of empty sated tired aroused, half wanting to sleep and half wanting to feel Professor Eichel — or anyone, really — pinning him to the bed and breeding him again. Tiredly, his gaze drops to the eggs. There are so many of them, all round and large — had they really been inside his body just moments earlier?