Progeny by Daniel May

Author:Daniel May [May, Daniel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9798224910861
Goodreads: 213653245
Publisher: Smashwords
Published: 2024-04-14T22:00:00+00:00

2

Each successive egg passed through him more and more easily, and the thanatrice seemed to become almost excited by that, pressing its torso closer. The eggs began to come more quickly, one right after the other.

Argand felt them begin to accumulate.

It was a heavy feeling. Not quite like sex, but like being a jar into which many coins were being dropped, one after another.

He found he liked it.

He found himself opening his thighs further on his own, as much as his weak muscles could allow. Pushing forward with his hips. Rocking a little, when an egg seemed to stick somewhere, until it finally came loose and moved forward again, deeper into him. Deeper. Even deeper still. Filling up the very center of him with that big, thick, heavy feeling, a fullness that throbbed pleasantly against everything it touched.

His moans picked up again… but they weren’t all moans.

For the first time, words formed themselves on his tongue.

“Yes…” They came. “Yes. More, another. Yes, there, here, here… inside.”

As if the thanatrice understood, its tentacles began to loosen and withdraw one at a time. They left dark bands behind them, flushed flesh which would later purple into bruises. He could not feel their ache.

He felt only the final tendrils lingering on his thighs, caressing him.

Finally he lay at the edge of the water on his own, legs open, a dizzy hand pressed to the alien torso to steady himself as another egg arrived.

The heavy feeling was like a stack of gold inside him.

He gazed down, and the king’s words came once more, a soft psychic whisper.

‘Which do you want to sire your children?’

His abdomen bulged, his belly filled.

His cock had grown hard.

He found himself reaching down, gripping it, letting out the softest moan at his own touch. At the sight of it.

He ran his thumb over the tip, adding slight pressure to that well-gaped slit, and shuddered to feel how easy it would be to…

He couldn’t resist.

He stroked the head with his index finger, then pressed his fingertip to the slit… and let it slowly sink inside.

It disappeared so easily that he couldn’t resist letting the rest of his finger follow.

He gasped at the sensation, whimpered irresistibly, pressing further — only to hit the wall of his knuckles. The limiting length of his finger.

The thanatrice must have understood the meaning of his frustrated moan.

Those tendrils came whispering up his thighs again, and as Argand released his cock, they wrapped tenderly around its base, and began to climb.

Argand clutched at his own thighs in anticipation, legs twitching already. Desperate desire tangled with impatience, need, excitement.

“Please,” he breathed, arching his back, offering his cock up urgently. “Please… again…”

The tendrils caressed his cock — and then one crept over the tip. It toyed for a second with the wet slit, softly teasing him. Coy.

And then it sank inside.

He moaned with profound, incoherent ecstasy.

The thanatrice teased him no longer.

The tendril plunged to full depth, then withdrew halfway to plunge deep again.

Argand gasped, thrust his hips upwards, and begged in a rushed and frantic whisper.

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