Laying His Eggs Inside Her

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

Fyr moaned as her cougar pushed inside her, Ropes’ tentacles stroking and cupping her face,
though the roughness of his thrusts did not quite match up with the tender sincerity of how
those tentacles held her. It was funny how he was like that, but the red scaled dragoness had
long ago learned not to worry about the little things like that, at least when it came to the cougar.
That he loved her was more than enough, a tentacle caressing one of the frills that rose above
the indents of her ears, the leathery, yellow skin that stretched between the spines of the frill
aching with sensitivity. With her legs bent back, wrapped around his waist and hips the best
she could, she was not in a position to do anything more than take every one of his overbearing
thrusts.

The sound of them fucking filled the bedroom, her arm flung out over her head to hold onto
the slat of the headboard, thankful for it. Once, they had gone for a metal bedframe, though
that had been a nightmare to have sex on, always rattling, nothing ever quite fitting perfectly.
The knock-knock-knock of wood was much more soothing and yet inherently sexual at the
same time, reminding the dragon of their younger days together when they had fucked and
knocked the headboard against the bed. Even with theirs, better quality as it was then, there
was a squeak of the mattress and a creak of the wood, though not too much more than that. She
preferred that.

“Mmm… Yes!”

Fyr clung to him as her parted lips were stuffed with a hot length of tentacle, something that
the dragoness had long ago gotten used to. She moaned luxuriously around him as she climaxed
on his cock, his hot, uncut length hitting all the right spots inside her, aching deep, though he
had not yet orgasmed. She didn’t know quite when that was coming, though she was happy to
be right where she was in the moment with a ray of sunlight cast over them from the crack in
the curtains, the sheets rumpled under her. to not have them digging into the small of her back,
for once, was a blessing indeed.

He let her suckle on his tentacle with a low, throaty purr as she came down from her high,
slicker around his dick even then than she had been before, the cougar’s tail lashing.

“Ready for round two?”

Ah, it would just be like a demon of lust to show off his stamina, though Ropes proved that
more when he climaxed again and again, hardly needing any time at all between sessions. To
say the least, Fyr could not keep up with him.

“Ah… Hehe…” Fyr chuckled weakly, running her fingers down his back. “Hm… I didn’t think
we were done with round one yet, honey.”

Of course not, not quite yet, but she still nuzzled into the softer fur of his neck, where the
cream-white of his markings blended into the brown of his fur. The black points of his ears,
where the edges were rounded with darker fur, twitched, and her eyes followed them in the
hazy warmth of the afterglow.

He stayed there, moving softly, slowly, the two of them enjoying the moment while, as a
demon, he drank down her lust. A demon like him could not enjoy her love, but it was palatable,
in a way, when there was lust brimming over through it too, simmering, smouldering. All he
had to do was to keep fucking her, to languish where he was with a lazy swish of his tail.

“Hey, that pic…” She moaned, rolling her hips up to him the best she could, thighs aching and
trembling as they threatened to drop from his hips. “You…egg laying…”

Ropes chuckled.

“What are you trying to say, Fyr? Did I really fuck you that hard?”

But the pound of his cock would have been more than enough to drive sense from the mind of
any that he paired with, Fyr chuckling, half-shrugging. It wasn’t embarrassing when she had
been with him as long as she had.

“No…” She moaned, pushing into the thrust of his cock, moving again, taking her in long
strokes that claimed her entire form. “When you were laying eggs, from your tentacles and
cock and…mmm… There was a photo that I shared, you know, on the kink forums.”

Ropes privately thought that it was high time that forums went out of existence with more
immediate forms of communication available, but he wasn’t about to say that. Not that he
minded one of his photos being posted, just that it was a bit kinkier than he would have expected
from Fyr, a bit of exhibitionism and voyeurism wrapped up into one delightful shared package.

“Oh, yeah?” He purred, licking her neck, making his wife groan. “And what did they say? I
didn’t think you’d think to share something like that…”

Fyr chuffed a laugh, strangled with the need for a deep breath, a lungful of air that did not come
tainted in a moan.

“Yeah… Yeah, I know, not really like me, but I mentioned it to an online friend there and,
well, they wanted to see. Everyone thought it was really…unff…hot.”

Ropes smirked, pressing on in, bending her legs back towards her shoulders, even though Fyr
muttered some kind of protest that she wasn’t as young as she used to be, that she wasn’t
flexible like that anymore. The dragoness was not as old as she felt and thought she was a lot
of the time, but that was only because she worked so hard. His cock drove a little deeper, up to
her innermost barrier, the fur of his crotch tickling her folds with every thrust, even as he
nuzzled at her neck, encouraging her to keep talking. Pinned as she was, there was little else
for the dragoness to do.

“Yeah… Mmm… Oh, fuck,” she grunted, clinging to his shoulders, a paw of hers wrapping
around a tentacle for some sense of stability that would not be all that easy to glean. “That feels
good…”

“Tell me more about the comments, Fyr.”

She moaned. He wouldn’t keep fucking her as she liked if she didn’t tell him, though it was
kind of exciting too to talk about it. They didn’t always talk during sex, but it so often added
an extra edge, whether it was playing into the normality of their daily lives or bringing in
something new, like posting pictures online and getting hot feedback on them.

“Yeah… Okay, they… Mmmph, they said it was hot to see them coming from your tentacles,
some were freaked out by you laying eggs from your dick, but, y’know, demon and all that.”
She would have waved a paw dismissively if she’d been in a less restrained position, yet her
legs bent back so far, stretching her legs and especially her hamstrings more nicely than she
could have expected. “They really liked how damn many of them there were… Oh, that was
such a mess to clean up.”

“You thought it was hot too though,” Ropes teased, bopping her nose with a tentacle. “You
wouldn’t have stayed if you didn’t like it all, at least a bit. I know you, Fyr, so don’t act like I
don’t.”

It was not a warning, but it had the desired effect of seeing her flush heavily, tail twitching,
grunting softly.

“Yeah, I know… Guess it made so sense after others said how turned on it made them too, all
those tentacles, all those eggs. Would have been hot if you’d fucked me with a tentacle while
it was happening, you know, when you were egg laying. But no eggs coming out of it, yeah...”

Fyr shivered, the softness of the bed threatening to drag her under, the weight of the cougar on
top of her overpowering in the best of ways. She wanted more of him, all of him, all in the best
of ways, the ways that made her feel as ifs he was no longer present and locked into her own
reality, as if she could drift away at a moment’s notice. He did something to her that no one
else, before she’d even gotten together with the cougar, ever could, her tail winding absently
around his ankle as if to hold him close. Of course, the cat wasn’t going anywhere, not as his
pale eyes, devoid of pupils that she could see, glowed with open lust and passion for her.

Her mind cast around for something more she could tell him, her legs bobbing slightly with the
weight of him, pushing through thrust after thrust. The bed barely moved under him with the
slow push of his long, driving thrusts, perfectly controlled, stretching her out. Her pussy clung
to him ever time he drew back as if her body loathed releasing him, even though he never
pulled out so far that his cock slipped free of her cunny.

“One even said that you should lay eggs in someone,” she added with a chuckle that devolved
into a whimper. “Mmm… What, like me?”

Ropes eyes glinted, though what Fyr had not been canny enough to catch note of was the frantic
lashing of his tail. It was not something that the demon had to explain, not when it turned him
on so much, the glow of his white eyes intensifying as he locked onto Fyr with a throaty growl.
He hammered into her harder and faster, stealing breath from her lungs in a moan that rolled
through the dragoness, thrumming up from her deepest of beings.

“Ohhhh, yes… Oh… Fuck… Ropes… Ohhhh!”

Fyr could not hold herself back, clinging to him, and he huffed hotly, panting heavily, losing
sense of himself, demonic influence pressing him on. There was no sense in hiding it or even
holding back from it, not when it made him want to fuck her even more, the thought of so many
others, that he didn’t know of, looking at his picture, lusting for him, wanting his cock… And
what of his egg laying? It was something that he had never pressed into all that much and the
myriad of sensations that had flooded him during the last session, all with Fyr watching, had
set him aching for more.

He purred, licking his lips with a rasp of pink tongue. Ropes had never practised the long lost
art of denying himself what he wanted, not even as he slowed, stilling, his wife whining and
clinging to him. Where she wanted more, she would get more.

Fyr groaned, pushing at him, trying to get him to keep bucking her, even though she could only
use her arms to pull at him, considering how far back her legs were bent.

“What are you – agh! Ropes!”

He didn’t tell her what he was doing, what was happening, not as he yanked his cock out in a
slurp of their combined sexual fluids, dripping with cream, flipping her onto her stomach. Fyr
tried to get her legs under her, to at least get up onto all fours and round on her husband, to ask
him what the hell he thought he was doing, fucking her like that, though he didn’t let her get
up. Oh no, her husband had no intention at all of letting her get the upper hand in that case,
pinning her down with his tentacles, using them to bind her wings, though it was clumsy, doing
the job as far as he was concerned.

“Ropes! Ropes – let me go!”

But the cougar had no intention of doing that at all as he pushed back into his wife with a
throaty purr, tail swishing back and forth, a deeper glow still in his eyes. His lips pulled into a
wicked grin, a demon at play, tentacles holding her wrists behind her back, though he did not
wrench her quite at such an angle that her shoulder blades would hurt. He wasn’t that kind of
cougar, not in the slightest, not as her moan reached him, cock right back where it belonged.

“You’re the one who’s been getting all the fun from that picture,” he breathed, hissing out a
rasping, longing breath. “Don’t you remember what happens when you push a demon to the
edge?”

Fyr shook her head, flushed in the face and flustered, trying to get out from under him with her
tail. The thing was, it was harder than ever to do that when her body ached for him, burning up
from the inside out, scales prickling with barely restrained tension. Fuck, she loved when he
got dominant with her, treating her like a plaything.

Ropes didn’t say a damn word as he ground his cock up inside her, prodding and pushing at
her innermost barrier. For a moment, the dragoness thought that he was merely going to pull
back for another thrust, though it was right there that he stayed, hissing through his teeth, his
hips giving little judders and pushes as if he was trying to work something from his body. Yet
the dragoness would not expect it to be the very object that she had watched him expel from
his tentacles and his cock not that many weeks ago, bearing up against her.
She squirmed, but she did not fight, wide-eyed and panting, the cougar holding her down, claws
pricking into her scales, as good protection as they were for her body. Fyr gasped and moaned,
twisting under him, though she could hardly wrench herself about at all, helpless before the
lust of him. A tentacle snaked dominatingly around her neck, squeezing faintly, letting her
know where her position was between them, the dragoness heaving and panting, dragging every
scrap of air into her lungs that she possibly could.

The head of his cock ground and ground up against her cervix, the tip forcing her apart, even
though that was not something that Fyr would have thought possible. And yet, with Ropes,
more than she could ever have imagined was possible, the cougar snarling possessively as his
eyes blazed and something thick and larger at one end than the other worked its way down his
cock.

“Unff… Yes…”

The cougar chuffed out his lust as he pushed an egg right down the length of his cock, using
how his dick was wedged into her cervix, prying her open with demonic magic, if one wanted
to call it that, to lay it right inside her. One after the other, for it would not just be one, Fyr
crying out under him, though he did not stop. If she really wanted him to stop, she knew how
to make him. Until then, the dragoness who was his wife and her body were both fair game to
him.

Fyr heaved for breath, wings fluttering, though the tentacle pinned them too tightly down
against her back to have any hope of freedom at all. Her heart pounded, a drumming beat
against her eardrums that sang into a singular sound, her body strained, stretched, wider than it
ever had been before. She didn’t know what was happening, not as her pussy was forced so
wide, his dick still inside her. Was it growing? Could it do that?

But no… It was something far worse, far more tantalising, showing Fyr in stark, unerring detail
just how those eggs had felt pushing from his cock before as he laid them directly inside her.
where her cervix should have provided a barrier was no trouble at all to the demon cougar,
snarling over her, tentacles tightening around her wrists as she tried to struggle, slack-jawed
and hardly believing what he was doing to her.

Fyr let out a long, low groan as the first egg pushed into her womb, dropping heavily, head
spinning, hardly able to think straight as her tongue hung over her jaws. Eggs… But why?
How? She didn’t want to know and yet a part of her too had to ask, her husband holding her
down so dominantly, so powerfully, that there was a part of her that never again wanted to get
up, just to lay there and take it. There was no pain, only a delectable strain that, still, somehow
managed to make her feel as if she was being split open, a part of her that was never meant to
open without extreme need, such as giving birth, willingly accepting the eggs he had to give.

She knew what they were, even though her mind grappled with the word, feeling the narrower,
rounded end and the wider end, thankfully in the dim recesses of her mind that they were, at
least, smooth-shelled. They were soft enough to give a little while they dropped into her womb,
the first swiftly followed by a second, straining her barrier and then plopping in with a steady
weight to them. Fyr grunted and moaned, the base of her tail shifting back and forth, though
she didn’t know what she was trying to do, whether she was trying to get free or to simply bear
through the strain of everything.
Ropes laughed softly, pressing his head down close to her ear, so much so that his breath tickled
her frill. If she’d been in a better state of mind and not struggling to take his lust in that moment,
she would have shot him a withering glare. But that was more than a little difficult to do when
even she did not know quite how close to orgasm she was even then.

“You should have known better than to tease a cougar who can lay eggs like this…” He purred,
swinging his tail back and forth, leaning down over her to use the weight of his body against
her. “Putting pictures up without telling me…”

He growled, both knowing that it was a soft attempt at a “punishment” for her, though Fyr
grunted and shuddered, the feel of another egg pushing into her womb bearing through her.
Fuck, they were big! She’d not thought of that, how they must have felt, to him, pushing their
way out of his tentacles and down the long, flowing lengths of them, yet she most certainly felt
every inch of them as they ground in past her cervix.

The weight of them in her womb was the most poignant, reminding her of pregnancy, though
it was different to be “laid into” in that way. The dragoness huffed and hung her jaws open as
much as she could while pinned to the bed, her belly pressing down into the bedsheets, now
twisted and rumpled against the round of her rising stomach. No more was it smooth as the
weight of the eggs pushed eagerly up against one another, all as if they were as keen as Ropes
to be inside her.

Fyr whimpered, the pressure building and building, weakly trying to hold out, though it was
coming either way. Annoyance twisted through her, as much as it was overruled by lust, the
pressure swelling, building, so full, so heavy. She panted and whimpered, but nothing Fyr did
could possibly stave off orgasm, not as she cried out hoarsely, breathlessly, tail pushing back
against the demon cougar until he caught it with a tentacle and yanked it to the side.

Yet even through orgasm, blissful waves of pleasure sweeping her body, she could not forget
the pressure of the eggs as they moved up the length of his cock. Somehow, it felt much longer
than it actually was when there were other objects moving up inside it, a phenomenon that even
Fyr took note of in the midst of her passion, panting, whimpering, seeing stars. It was not a
smooth slide either, but a stuttering one that came with a big push when the egg was just about
ready to come out the tip, though it took even more than that to grind it past her cervix.

“Oh… Ohhhh…”

Ropes purred, nuzzling the back of her head, though did not let her up, drawing back a little so
that she rested on her chest and her knees only. It could have given her more range of motion,
but the only thing he was thinking of was seeing the swell of her stomach as if she was pregnant
already, though Fyr had not yet given birth to any offspring of his. He growled, wanting to see
that, cupping and stroking her stomach tenderly with two tentacles, though there was nothing
tender about how urgently his eggs pushed into her.

They were not viable and she would have to lay them herself when her body was no longer
able to contain them, though it was still something of putting his mark on her, showing the
world that Fyr was well and truly claimed as his. He growled as he rocked and rolled his hips
against her, grinding in as deep as he could, the head of his cock neatly fitting into the hole that
her cervix had made for him. Really, it would not have been possible without his demonic
influence, but that was not something that Ropes was really all that concerned about. He only
lusted for the moment, the passion of it, growling as he pressed in harder, eggs swelling down
the length of his shaft, practically forcing her pussy to strain another inch or perhaps more in
diameter.

The dragoness cried out again, though she wanted to be pissed off with him, to tell him off, to
snarl and give her husband every bit as good as he was giving. There was no “punishment” to
be had for something that was already fine and agreed between them, though perhaps she
should have been a little more aware of how she was riling him up, they had been together for
ages, after all. Yet the bulge of the eggs stretching her passage out more and more had her head
spinning, losing track of where one orgasm ended and the next began, awash in a sea of
overstimulation. Her pussy slickened more and more around his cock, though the dragoness
could not be sure whether that was her body trying to make the whole process even easier,
turned on and prickling with heat, or if he was leaking pre-cum while he delivered them into
her.

The cougar rumbled a growl, pulling back, though the dragoness could not buck her hips, as
tired as she was, hard enough to shake him off, his cock still remaining inside her. Yet all Ropes
wanted to do was to take in just how his eggs shifted down his shaft, the bulge enticing, swelling
along his length until each egg strained the lips of Fyr’s pussy.

“Gahhh…”

The dragoness groaned, rocking her head back and forth, wanting to touch her belly, though
her husband held her paws too tightly still, mocking her with his restraint. Her brow furrowed,
heaving for breath, scales prickling with need.

“I’m…” It was hard to talk, though the dragon forced the words out anyway. “Going to…kick
your ass…when this is…done…”

It was not much of a threat and Ropes laughed out loud, further fuelling her irritation, the
heaviness in her stomach making her look as if she was several months pregnant. The eggs
were sizeable, perhaps about the size of her fist, though it was the sheer volume of them that
made her swell and ache, her belly rounding out smoothly as some kind of fluid, perhaps semen
from his nuts, filled out the space around them.

The weight of it dragged her down, whimpering, crying out softly, wanting to languish there
were sensation overwhelmed her, for she didn’t have to ignore it if she drowned in it. All Fyr
had to do was to be there in the moment, not to think, not to understand, to let everything
happen to her, one egg at a time. The push of each egg through her cervix came easier and
easier with every egg and a part of her longed to bear back on him, though her legs ached and
quivered too badly for her to even consider taking matters into her own paws.

Ropes knew that too, having been with his wife for so long, licking his lips, enjoying the show
as the full length of his cock seated itself back inside her once more. Yet there was something
more in him, a need to cum, not just push out the goo that cushioned the eggs, the viscous fluid
that he had seen last time he had laid the eggs more openly too. The dragoness whimpered
under him, music to his ears, and he bore in urgently, rocking his hips back and forth with
needy little thrusts. And yet he could not thrust all that hard when he still had eggs that he
wanted to lay, finding a compromise between both as her passage rippled and contracted,
however erratically, around him.
Dimly, through a haze of strain and lust, Fyr was aware of her husband pushing in hard, filling
her with his seed, a yowl bursting from his lips. Oh, he was her lover, her partner, yet he drove
her up the wall sometimes, though the dragoness would never have denied just how he made
her heart pound. She loved it and lusted for it far too much for that, her stomach swelling, filled
with eggs, her womb straining merely to keep up with how many the cougar dumped inside
her.

She moaned. She couldn’t help it, not even as a tentacle pressed to her lips, begging her to
suckle on it, and the dragoness, despite a click of disapproval with her tongue against the roof
of her mouth, sucked it into her maw. He might have irritated her, but her body quivered too
much with the lure of another orgasm for her to do anything against it, luxuriating in the rise
and fall of pleasure, his cock bulging, delivering more and more eggs into her.

Yet the cougar would not hold off from his own delight forever, driving deep with a yowl, his
orgasm going on and on, expelling far more seed than he should have done normally. Yet the
moment was of lust and lust alone, their heads swimming, passion rising, grunting and groaning
with a moment that only they could understand. His seed, delivered straight into her womb,
with how her cervix was still crudely opened around the head of his cock, splashed up inside,
cushioning the eggs and adding, ever so slightly, to the swell of her stomach, the dragoness
trembling under him.

When his shaft ached, desperate for relief, he withdrew, though the sigh that Fyr gave was not
to signal the end. Ropes smirked. Oh no. He might have needed a moment, of course, to let his
cock rest, but his tentacles already boasted bulges trembling down the lengths, showing that he
was more than ready for another round.

The swell of her stomach was simply too tempting to ignore as he used two tentacles to lock
her down on all fours, the weight of her belly helping him along some there too. It pinned her
where his body could not, throwing off her centre of balance, making the dragoness feel as if
she was going to fall, though his tentacles would not have that. Though they had something
more for her too as the familiar slide and push of one into her pussy in lieu of his cock had her
moaning all over again.

“Oh, fuck… Ropes…”

But she couldn’t do anything about it, the familiar feel of a bulge moving down the length
coaxing a whimper from her lips as she ducked her head, finally submitting to him, even if it
was still wrapped up in annoyed exhaustion. She couldn’t help it, splaying her wings out, no
longer even needing to be held by his tentacles, the threat and lure of yet another orgasm pulling
at her, demanding even more from her sore, stretched body.

What her demon husband wanted, after all, he always got, taking everything for himself,
whether or not someone else was ready for it. Her pussy ached with the force of his tentacles,
one after the other dipping in and out of her, ensuring that she was filled to the brim with his
eggs. There was no constant pressure, though they slotted neatly into the neck of her womb
every time, Fyr’s stomach clenching, muscles that she didn’t usually think about in her
abdominals contracting. It was a strange sensation, but as they coaxed another, final orgasm
from her aching body, it was not an entirely unpleasant one.
When they were done, all she could do was try to balance on all fours, jaws opening and
closing, gasping and panting, not knowing whether to still be turned on or to show her husband
just how pissed off she was at him. He hadn’t told her what he was going to do! He’d just
decided he was going to do it, like he always did! Yet the dragoness should have known better
than to think that she could change the cat, the ins and outs of their relationship, the teases that
made them who they were, something that could not be amended with a demon in the house.

Grinning down at her, his softening cock dripping from one paw, the cougar’s tail flicked
languidly back and forth, as if it was a perfectly normal day for them.

“Too much for you, dear? It’s a good look on you…”

His words dripped with fake sweetness, though the cougar’s grin was as wide as the figurative
cat who’d gotten into the cream, his white whiskers quivering and eyes glowing with lust.
Although Fyr jabbed him in the side with the tip of her tail and he pretended to yelp, there was
no real animosity between them, only a husband and wife, one of them a demon, joking around
while he was probably going to end up sorting dinner for her for a few nights yet. He couldn’t
be allowed to get away with everything, after all…

But they made it work anyway.