Exclusive Monster-kinktober 3 (2.0): Oviposition + Object insertion/sex pollen

A/N: In a turn of events, Patreon decided my arachnid story was too much and it’s under revision, so here you have it another exclusive story with the same premise. This idea was requested thru the discord server, and I’m gonna say the object going in are eggs so it’s easier. Enjoy!

Alien x fem!reader || oviposition, object insertion, sex pollen, mating, breeding, (lowkey) free use || tw: pregnancy

“Will it hurt you?” You ask, concerned about it. His dick is huge, but for what you researched, his eggs are bigger and that must be awful getting out of him.

“I don’t think so… I’ve heard it’s uncomfortable, but I’ll survive.” He assures you as he fucks into you slowly. When you decided you wanted his eggs he explained as much as he could, but egg transfer was a very private thing for his species, and it was reserved for mated couples.

“Are you… Are you sure?” You ask, confused and lightheaded. You fucked a thousand times, but the fact that his precum and semen made you get into a frenzy always surprised you. It was some kind of sex-pollen as he called it, and every time it touched any part of you, it left you tingling and desperate, needy to be filled over and over. And good goddess, it works marvels…

He doesn’t get to answer you before you feel a shoot of come inside of you, your pussy trembling and your body squeezing him as an orgasm takes your body. But it doesn’t end there.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” He chants as you feel the base of his dick expanding inside of you, the first egg going up his shaft as you cry out. You can feel every tiny twitch and expansion of his dick against the egg, and judging by the sounds he’s making, he’s enjoying it a lot more than expected.

“Does… Does it feel good, my love?” You ask between heavy breaths, the sensation of the eggs passing from him to you is getting into your head. He’s latched deep into you, but the movement it’s exhilarating and maddening, your pussy quivering around him as he rolls his hips.

You feel the first egg pushing against your cervix as he cries out, the warm feel of his release helping the transfer and making you see stars as your body shakes under him, another orgasm washing over you. It’s exhilarating in the best way possible. Your eyes roll back into your head as he keeps fucking you as much as he can, tiny thrusts that hit your cervix and make you see the whole universe.

“There’s more, oh goddess, there’s more,” he groans as you feel his dick expanding once again. His eyes roll back into his head and you feel another wave of sperm inside of you, easing the way and making you tingle all over. You come again.

One after the other he passes the eggs to you, making you come every time another one gets pushed into your womb. By the time he’s done, you are overflowing with his seed and your stomach is distended with the eggs. He looks at you with reverence as he cleans your sleeping form.

The next day, he informs you that the eggs need to be fertilized to avoid any unpleasant symptoms for you. And after that, he takes it as an excuse to fill you over and over. He takes advantage of your big body and slow movements and catches you off guard every time he appears. He pushes down your pants and underwear and fucks you restlessly any chance he gets. He says he needs to keep the eggs fertilized, but you know for a fact he only needs to fuck you once a day to do that. But he fucks you more than that, way more.

You wake up with his dick inside of you, he fucks you against the shower wall, he bends you over the kitchen table as you were trying to have breakfast. He fucks you full of sperm so many times you can’t comprehend being empty anymore. You are always dripping, your pussy messy and filthy with his release. It would be infuriating if you weren’t as horny as he was. It felt like having his eggs inside of you released some unknown part of your brain that made you wish to be stuffed with dick 24/7. And you were more than glad that he delivered every single time he could.

And when the birth came, you regretted every single choice you made with your stupid alien boyfriend. It was so uncomfortable to be laying down and not being able to do anything as the eggs tried to get out but couldn’t.

“Come on, darling, you can do it. You are doing so good!” He keeps encouraging you, but as much as you push, the eggs are not getting out and you are starting to be frustrated, squeezing his too big hand with more force than necessary, making him whine and look at you with pleading eyes. “Okay, okay. I know it’s uncomfortable, but…”

“You don’t know,” you cut him, your words like venom. “You did this to me and now the eggs are not getting out and I’m going to explode,” your voice trembles at the end, making him coo at you.

“Okay, okay… Maybe, maybe what got them in can get them out,” he supplied, his face getting a shade darker, showing his embarrassment.

You look at him with anger in your veins. “What do you mean?”

“If you come, the eggs will come out easier,” he explains, his face even darker. Why is he so embarrassed by it?

“Why didn’t you do that sooner, get to it!” You order, your body trembling and your pussy quivering with anticipation.

He doesn’t need more encouragement before he’s on his knees between your open legs, his clever fingers finding your clit and start stroking it in the best way possible. He knows all your pleasure points and how to drive you completely insane before you can even understand what’s happening. And he does it. He starts slow, but not even two minutes later you are on the edge of an orgasm. He stands up and starts jerking his dick as he fingers your gaping hole, and when his release hits your opening, you cry out.

You come so hard you black out for a few seconds, but the eggs pushing against your cervix drive you back into your body. He was right. This time, when the first egg presses down and you push, it comes out, slowly at first, very, very slowly. Your alien boyfriend is back at your side, his big hand grabbing yours as he whispers sweet nothings against your ear, his voice trembling as he watches you struggle to push the eggs out.

And then you feel it. The pressure of the egg against your G-spot, it’s coming so slowly that it’s like thunder and lightning inside you. It’s like a thousand sparks hit your body at the same time. It’s like nothing you’ve ever felt, but as it presses right there, you feel another orgasm building inside of you. Another egg follows close behind, leaving you so stretched and aching that you can’t form coherent thoughts, but when the first one pops out, you scream in ecstasy as your body releases it. An orgasm washing over you with the strength of a tsunami.

One after the other, you push his eggs out of you, the pleasure like nothing you’ve ever experienced. You’ve never imagined pushing eggs out would be so fucking pleasurable, so much that you can’t keep up with the pleasure and the intensity of it. You scream and cry, not in pain, but in pleasure. Such a high and deep pleasure that leaves you breathless and sweating, pliant under the force of your pleasure.

He coaches the eggs out of you with sweet words and tender caresses, but you are way beyond any romantic gestures, you are oversensitive and trembling, your pussy feels raw in the best way possible. And when you push the last one out, you come one last time before your body falls under the pressure of sleep.