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In fairness, there was precious little Phainon was truly able to think about when he had his knees pushed up to his ears, thighs straining from him effectively being folded in half, legs unable to find purchase and his fingers rending stalks of wheat from the earth. He could barely breathe—but whether that was owed to the position he was in, or the fact that he'd simply forgotten how, remained uncertain. Sharp, loud gasps escaping him as tears bled down his cheeks and his lips parted on each choked sound.

Intense was not something Phainon would have ever thought to apply to someone like Dan Heng in any capacity. Defensive? Yes. In the sense that he kept his cards closely guarded to his chest, but when you crossed a line… he had little in the way of reservations in letting you know.

Phainon had never accounted for finding himself amongst the fold.

And Phainon had never anticipated the sight the man made above him—a deep furrow to his brow with his jaw clenched, eyes heavily lidded with his piercing blue-grey eyes seeming to glow from beneath his dark lashes. Every drag of his gaze made Phainon feel hot in a way he couldn't describe. Being on the receiving end of that impossible intensity… Broad and tense, muscles rippling with sweat dripping down his skin… The unmistakable weight of a man between his legs in every regard… Phainon almost couldn't bear to look at him.

With his eyes rolling back into his head, that didn't pose too big of an issue.

His powerful, deliberate thrusts rocked Phainon's body beneath him almost violently. There wasn't a single movement wasted. There wasn't a single motion that wasn't made with purpose. A striking precision that lent itself well to Dan Heng's… disposition. Always learning. Always cataloguing. Unassuming, yes, but almost deliberately so. Holding back the encroaching tide of his silent dominance and quiet intensity. Latent power never hidden, but still out of sight, because you never knew where or when to look for it. You never knew when it might manifest.

Here they stood as two men who both loved fiercely. Whose devotion and trust transcended the boundaries of both space and time—of reality itself… Two men who had both lost. Two souls who were both searching, singing in a broken, dissonant pitch that could only possibly be understood by one resonating the same tune.

The one who would bear the world, and the one who could shape the earth itself.

Dan Heng eventually getting through to him hadn't been as challenging as he might have once thought—Khaslana's hatred was abrasive and all-consuming, but not even the toughest stone was impervious towards the erosion brought by the persistent crashing of tidal waves. It was to be expected that his fault-lines would eventually give way and split open—brilliant gold interior splaying open, desperate and crying out for anything after having been purposefully compressed for so very long.

Phainon keened, his back arching up sharply off of Dan Heng's coat—protecting his sensitive skin from the abrasiveness of the golden wheat that had been crushed beneath them. The drag of his twin cocks along his tender inner-walls left him speechless—thick and hot, dripping an unfamiliarly viscous slick that made it easier for Phainon to take them both. Stuffing his cunt and his ass, drilling into him so deeply he could feel him in the back of his throat, his inner walls convulsing weakly around his lengths in yet another orgasm—or had he ever even stopped coming?

When he reached for him while sobbing dryly, Dan Heng was quick to concede, hushing him and murmuring to him words that sounded so sweet, yet he didn't—couldn't—compute on a conscious level, their foreheads touching and noses brushing.

Whether it was a latent, subconscious desire, or something propelled by the world-bearing symbol burning above his womb, the words escaped him without him meaning for them to, panting raggedly, voice pitched up in palpable desperation. Wholly fixated on the slick glide of his cocks against every sensitive spot inside of him, the thick heads catching on his entrance, precum, slick and cum dripping down his skin—the filthy slap of wet skin on skin resounding, accompanying the lewd sound of his cocks carving into him, slamming into his cervix and stimulating his g-spot from the sheer fullness of having them both inside of him. His thighs shook, back arching sharply off of the ground with a loud, unbidden cry, "I—mmh—D-ahh-an Heng!" His voice pitched up as his belly clenched, eyes threatening to roll back from the joint sensation of him thrusting into him and his clit pressing into his pubic-bone each time he bottomed out inside of him. "Come—ah—come inside of me," he begged mindlessly, weakly clenching around him, "Seed me," He demanded, voice high, "Knock—ah—knock me up."

Dan Heng's pace slowed, and Phainon sobbed.

"Why…? N-no—don't stop. Please don't st—" He rambled, hiccoughing and sniffling, vision obscured so severely by his own tears that he couldn't visually make out Dan Heng's concerned expression—attempting to placate him by hushing him, hands nervously stroking over any area of exposed skin he could reach. Determined to do something. Anything to diminish the scent of Phainon's distress and upset permeating the air, tickling irritatingly at his hindbrain.

"Phainon—Phainon—" Dan Heng tried, eyes searching—reaching out to grab onto Phainon before hauling him up and into his lap, leaving them sitting face to face with Phainon sitting astride his thighs, cocks fully sheathed inside of him.

The change in position finally got through to him, blinking tears from his vision and giving in perhaps a little too easily when Dan Heng drew him down to press Phainon's face in his neck as his clawed fingers stroked through his hair, the opposite hand kneading at his hip. It was moments like these that made it so achingly apparent that this was still the Dan Heng he'd first met, the noteworthy difference in height and appearance aside. Awkward and flustered. Desperate to be certain he wasn't misunderstanding something obvious.

"Are you certain, Phainon?"He asked in that quiet, stilted voice. The same cadence and intonation he'd always had, but with a newfound hardiness. A depth that made arousal pool hot in the pit of his belly.

Phainon really should have thought twice about the purpose of the question. The sole differentiating factor in what made all of this something said in the heat of the moment, versus something that was discussed and agreed upon.

But Phainon wasn't thinking clearly. He felt so full of Dan Heng that he could barely even see straight, driven by the desperation to get him to continue. To say whatever he needed to get him to move again. He didn't want the clarity. He didn't want the realization. He didn't want a discussion or logistics; He wanted Dan Heng to fill him with so much cum that he swelled with it, and then he wanted him to do it again. Until his cunt remembered the shape of him; Until he gaped enough that Dan Heng could stuff him with both of them at once.

…Perhaps that boundless desperation was the biggest indication that whatever they were discussing was in need of some more genuine consideration. That it had even come to this in the first place.

He sniffled, eagerly leaning into his touch when Dan Heng raised a hand to wipe his tears from his eyes, shuddering when he grabbed his hips and encouraged him to move in quick, deep motions that made Phainon's eyes roll back and his holes clench. The shift in angle had the head of one cock relentlessly pressing into his cervix, a bulge distending his belly from the inside, beneath where the marking over his womb pulsed with heat.

Dan Heng pressed his forehead against his shoulder, groaning lowly as he wrapped his arms around him—grip constricting. He felt him throb, pulsing inside of him— pulling him so far down it almost hurt as a searing, relentless heat filled him—stuffing his womb until he couldn't hold anymore of his seed, leaking out from around where his shafts plugged him. His belly swollen and tender and his clit oversensitive, twitching and flushed and pressing firmly against Dan Heng's skin. Heat surmounted inside of him, a sharp pleasure-pain accompanying the deep grind of where the head of his cock pulsed against the opening of his womb—squirting over his groin with a desperate sob as he all but convulsed against him in aftershocks, before his world went dark.

Everything had been fine.

Now, though…

"I am… Sorry, Phainon," For what it was worth, Dan Heng genuinely sounded ashamed. And it was just like him, too—they both knew he had double and triple checked to corroborate Phainon's demand—yet he didn't give so much as an indication that he was considering bringing it up in order to shift the blame.

It wasn't fine, so Phainon didn't say it was. He sighed, bracing his hands on his hips and staring down at the faint swell of his belly—it was barely noticeable, but with Phainon's build… Even minute changes were easily detectable. Frustrated as he was, Phainon wasn't unreasonable—in fact, to his chagrin, he could vividly recall how he'd begged for Dan Heng to do exactly this to him.

To say Dan Heng looked stressed was an understatement—gnawing at his lower lip and refusing to meet his gaze. Looking all too small for a man whose gaze aligned with the top of Phainon's head—as if Phainon had chastised him.

Phainon traced the crest lying interwoven between intricate lines just above his mound, and the way his breath hitched left palpable tension in the room—Dan Heng's eyes shooting up, immediately wary, while Phainon felt his face heat. Felt his core clench involuntarily—growing wet, telltale heat building between his thighs.

"That's…" Phainon managed, throat constricting around the words, and he attempted to swallow past them, "That's the…"

Hesitation slowing his step, Dan Heng closed the distance between them— blinking down to where Phainon's finger traced the marking glowing in contrast against his skin. Phainon couldn't even pretend not to enjoy the way his hand came up to find his hips the second they were in proximity. He couldn't pretend not to feel dizzy when Dan Heng got down on his knees for him, blinking up at him with wide eyes, filled with something simultaneously both concerned and fond as his clawed digits curled into the waistband of his trousers.

He inched them down just enough to get a proper look at what Phainon was gesturing to, eyes widening fractionally—which was about as much of a show of surprise that Phainon would have expected from him—and Phainon desperately pretended that he didn't want him to fully pull them down and bury his face between his legs instead.

Judging by the way his shoulders relaxed and his gaze softened… Dan Heng did, too. But he'd always been the more patient between the two of them.

"That's… That's the emblem of the earth titan," He finally remarked, voice soft with wonder.

Above him, Phainon snorted—a joke on the tip of his tongue that he knew wouldn't land as he'd intended, but—

"My," Phainon huffed, shaking his head, "You really did seed me, didn't you?" He grinned, waiting for Dan Heng's scoff of disbelief, or even a fond roll of his eyes—greatly overestimating his capacity for interpreting teasing as just that. Phainon was met with punctuated silence instead—for all of five seconds.

Phainon gasped when he felt cold air touch his heated flesh, finding his trousers unceremoniously yanked down to his knees with Dan Heng pressing his face into the apex of his thighs, long tongue snaking out to slip between his folds. His dark eyelashes fanned out over his cheeks, Dan Heng shifting to nose against his twitching clit, humming quietly when Phainon's hands shot down to grip his horns as he keened—all manner of coherent thought evading him when he felt his hot, thick tongue press into the slick clench of his cunt and curl upwards. He felt winded—thighs shaking and his eyes going wide in disbelief as he hurtled headfirst into an orgasm that took even him by surprise—shaking through his body so suddenly and with such intensity that he forgot to breathe, hunching forward, with Dan Heng's strong body serving as the sole saving grace for him to have avoided hitting the ground.

When Dan Heng pulled away, his face and neck were wet with his slick—wide-eyed, baffled expression matching Phainon's in perfectly paralleled incredulity as he helped guide him down to sit on the ground, readily helping him remove his pants the rest of the way with the first indication that he wanted them off completely, from where they still remained strung partway around his legs.

"You're—"

"Yeah," Phainon managed, panting softly and pressing the back of his hand against his flushed cheeks, "Yeah. I am. That was—"

"That's okay. I just wanted to… You were…"

Phainon only briefly debated teasing Dan Heng for his apparent incoherence—but he was faring no better, and he knew him well enough that it wouldn't come across as a joke. "I was…?"

"I could scent you in the air," He confessed, averting his piercing gaze, cheeks coloring, "And I can't help but want to take care of you."

"You know what, Dan Heng? I think I wish I had just teased you instead," Phainon rebutted, briefly shielding his eyes, "You're a lot bolder than anyone has ever given you credit for, you know that?"

Dan Heng tilted his head a little, eyes lidded, making a show of swiping up the slick on his chin and cheeks and nose before lapping up where it webbed between his fingers, "Bolder?" He tried, "No. Just well assured." A pause, eyes searching. "Phainon. Do you want to talk about it?"

Phainon sobered, taking a deep breath and averting his gaze. "No," He confessed, "But we should. There's something you want me to know."

"Vidyadhara clutches can be anywhere from one to five eggs… typically," He began, voice low. "When the time comes to… remove them," he swallowed dryly, "There are methods to make it easier, but they're quite…"

Phainon sighed, shifting closer to climb into his lap—the tender flesh of his cunt rubbing against the fabric of his pants. Dan Heng's hands kneaded at his hips, staring down between them, "…Hands on."

"Oh," Phainon blinked, an odd heat simmering anew inside the bottomless well in the pit of his belly. "I can't just… push them out?"

Reluctantly, Dan Heng shook his head. "Vidyadhara bodies are meant for it, but your body… it's hard to say."

"How… how big are they?"

"It depends," Dan Heng answered, "Traditionally, I'd like to say half the the size of my fist. But… to account for the dromas physiology…" He grimaced, "They might be larger. But I will do whatever you need me to do to make it easier on you, Phainon. You… have my word."

Phainon exhaled through his nose, tipping his forehead against Dan Heng's shoulder and reaching down to draw his arms up around his waist. He leaned in, nosing into his neck and pressing a chaste kiss against the skin there, "You'll chastise me, but… I don't need to tell you that I've already experienced so much worse than that."

"Phainon…"

"I know, I know. See?" He huffed out a laugh, sighing as he felt himself grow flushed with arousal—Dan Heng's proximity, coupled with his scent and the firm, warm presence he posed. A soft noise escaped him when Dan Heng removed one hand from his waist to trace the symbol over his womb instead, stiffening as Phainon shuddered, mouthing at the vidyadhara 's neck. "But I don't think you really want to chastise me right now," he pressed, "do you?"

Dan Heng hesitated as he shook his head.

"This would be a lot easier if we had Hyacine here, huh?" Phainon managed with a dry laugh, tone wavering just a little.

"I know," Dan Heng acquiesced, "It would be. I'm sorry that she isn't." None of them were—not yet. Phainon still found himself appreciative of the sentiment. "But what makes you say that right now?"

"I… I was just thinking that… well, I'm basically pregnant, right?" A nod followed, alongside Dan Heng's grip growing a little tighter around him as Phainon nosed up to his pointed ear, teeth teasing the shell just to make his breath hitch, "I want you inside of me, but I don't know how safe it is to…"

It was oddly satisfying, feeling the shift—feeling Dan Heng throw all apparent caution to the wind and fumble with the fastenings of his pants, cock slapping against him, hard and hot and dripping with pre. "Oh, you liked that, did you?" He laughed, voice trembling with desire, canting his hips and moaning softly when the length slid between his folds.

"It's safe," Dan Heng answered, voice strained, "I'll be careful, I would never—"

"I know," Phainon huffed. "Go ahead, big boy. You'll give it to me, won't you?"

Dan Heng's breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut as he hid his face into Phainon's neck in turn, "Phainon… The things you say are really…"

"Too much?"

"Yes… No… I… I don't know," it was so unlike Dan Heng to be flustered like this, but Phainon would be damned if he didn't confess that he enjoyed doing so in no small capacity. He wasn't allowed much time to dwell on it, feeling the insistent press of the cock against his pussy, feeling him shift beneath him to line it up with his entrance, easily sliding into the wet heat with a shuddering groan as Phainon's fingers curled in his hair. Sinking into him, coaxed deeper by the warm, intermittent clench of his walls around him.

"You're not going to put more in me, are you?" Phainon teased breathlessly, huffing out a laugh.

"How would I…? No, Phainon," Dan Heng sounded disgruntled, voice tight—and Phainon was glad that he wasn't the only one affected—or he would have been, if not for the fact that Dan Heng's hunger manifested in a way that directly impacted him by association. Taking form in the firm, deep thrusts he rutted into him with. Groaning as the head of his cock pressed against his cervix, pushing it upwards, where a confused, pitched sound escaped his throat—assaulted by the dual sensation of Dan Heng's cock pressing against his womb, with the eggs shifting around inside of him—wetness squirting out of him again as he clung onto the vidyadhara harshly enough to bruise his skin, eyes going wide as his cunt clenched around the length pulsing inside of him and he choked out something resembling his name.

"Did you just…" Dan Heng managed, voice strangled as he leaned away to drag his eyes over Phainon's form—his wet eyes and flushed face, body visibly trembling through the aftershocks of yet another orgasm. Down to the swell of his belly, and further, to where their bodies connected.

"Sorry—I—sorry?" He panted, confused and overstimulated, caving easily when Dan Heng pulled him against him, nosing into his neck.

"Would you like me to—"

"No," Phainon interrupted, voice firm, limbs tangling—constricting—around him. "You can't," He shook his head, whimpering softly as he rocked down. Dan Heng didn't ask him to elaborate, nor did her offer any form of argument. Just a tight nod, pulling him in close as he rocked up into him, tail wrapping around the parts of him his arms couldn't. Constricting around him, lovingly ensnared and safe.

He came again, Phainon thought somewhere, distantly—his orgasms lately had been so intense and sudden that it was all he could do to just give in to them entirely. To allow himself to shudder and tremble through them, coming around Dan Heng's cock, and then again to just take him, after going limp in his arms.

Phainon couldn't recall a single moment in his life where he'd ever been this bad—but he supposed it made sense that to accompany his increased sensitivity, his libido had also reached unprecedented heights. Scarcely even an hour went by without Phainon thinking about Dan Heng either inside or on top of him—

Dan Heng was overly indulgent—an enabler in every facet.

When he'd stated he wanted to take care of Phainon… he'd meant it. No matter how seemingly arbitrary.

"Is—" His breath hitched, face hot, cunt clenching around his cock, with the second rutting up between his folds, pressing against his throbbing clit. Dan Heng's face was pressed into his chest, mouthing at the soft mounds of his breasts—he'd gotten more swollen. More… plump, all around. Dan Heng hadn't kept it a secret that he liked the added weight on him. That he liked squeezing this new softness his body carried any chance he got—that he liked being the cause, and what it ultimately meant.

He paused, tongue laving over a peaked nipple- flushed and hard and wet. Dribbling with every deep lap over it, with Phainon's cunt clenching down intermittently from the pressure. His belly was more rounded, now—he liked the slight weight pressing against it. Dan Heng a comforting, stabilizing presence in and around him as always.

"Is that… supposed to happen?" He tried, whimpering quietly when Dan Heng sealed his lips around him and sucked.

He could see the hesitation play out across Dan Heng's features—but Dan Heng never tried to lie to him, parting from the swollen nub with a slick sound, eyes searching. "I don't believe it is any cause for concern… but no. Again, the vidyadhara 's bodies work differently."

Phainon blinked, tilting his head, "So this is new for you?"

"Yes."

"And you still like it?" Phainon pressed, eyebrows furrowing, and his heart clenched when Dan Heng laid his cheek against his chest and looked up at him.

"You smell sweet," He began, voice low, almost cautious. "You taste rich," he leaned in, tongue swiping out to press into his nipple, coaxing a droplet of milk out of the tender bud.

"The vidyadhara 's bodies only change after rebirth, so for your body to do so now…" He trailed off, tilting his head into Phainon's palm when it came up to cup his face, before squeezing his cheeks, earning an amused huff from Dan Heng, who shook his head a little to dislodge it, "Because of me," He continued with too much honesty, "…How could I not enjoy it?"

Phainon didn't—couldn't—find an answer to that. Coherent thought quickly becoming little more than a fleeting ideal when he felt a warm palm slip between them, caressing his swollen belly, before sliding lower, taking his little cock between his fingers, pinching and pulling it as he rocked forward, sheathing more of his cock into his cunt and frotting the second one against him in unison.

"I don't think they're… the size of half a fist," Phainon lamented, staring down at the prominent bump of his swollen belly where Dan Heng's hand laid spanned across. Rubbing and caressing, his massive tail wound loosely around his legs and hips.

The groan he let out when his tail tightened and lifted, supporting the humble swell of his stomach, was indecent enough to burn Dan Heng's pointed ears, Phainon's thighs clenching as he sagged in relief and mumbled out a soft, "Thank you… Thank you," into his skin where he panted against it. He hummed when Dan Heng's hands found his back—rubbing slow circles into the sore muscles there, readily supporting his weight when he slumped fully against him.

"How are you going to… Make it easier for me, Dan Heng?" Phainon tried, the teasing slipping into his voice despite himself. Dan Heng made a soft, indiscernible noise, burying his face into his neck. When Phainon tilted his head, he could make out the flush touching Dan Heng's ears. He grinned, making a pressing, inquisitive noise in his throat, feeling Dan Heng pull what he could only imagine to be a pout against his skin before he sighed, wrapping his arms around his waist, a palm tentatively sliding up to his soft chest.

"I will have to… Prepare you," He began, reluctance impeding his voice, and Phainon's lips parted on a soundless gasp, already feeling the tell-tale heat of arousal pooling low in his abdomen—there wasn't any feasible way Dan Heng couldn't scent it, as his cunt grew flushed between his legs, slick dampening his underwear, little cock stirring—it wasn't hard to imagine what what Dan Heng meant by preparing him, but now that he could discern Phainon's reaction to the words…

"By opening you up," He continued—informative, but with a roughness coating his words, hardness pressing against the curve of his ass, betraying his affectedness and desire. It wasn't dirty-talk, not by a long shot, but…

"With…?" Phainon found himself asking, thighs squeezing together, gasping softly when he felt the tip of his tail slide between them to nudge insistently against his core.

"My fingers," Dan Heng answered quietly, "And my tongue," He lapped over his skin and hummed, "It will be easiest if you're aroused, but I would imagine that…" He trailed off, hesitant—and it was so sweet, really, that despite Phainon's teasing and coyness, Dan Heng still hesitated in the face of feasibly embarrassing him—as if Phainon didn't want him to shed those restraints and bully him into oblivion. To show him everything he felt.

He could practically feel his silent deliberation, propelled onward by Phainon rutting into the ridge of his tail and arching into his palm, shirt dampening beneath his touch when he gently squeezed him.

"I would imagine that will not be particularly difficult." He released an almost-laugh—more an amused huff—against his neck, eliciting a sigh and a shake of his head from Phainon, rolling his eyes even though Dan Heng couldn't see him doing so. His tail pressed upwards, more firmly against his sex, with Phainon shuddering against him, thighs flexing and insides clenching around nothing as he flicked the tip of his tail from side to side to rub against his clit.

He caught him, when the stimulation sent him over the edge—arms wrapped around his waist and tail tightening around him as he shuddered through his climax, whimpering softly and sagging against him again.

"You shouldn't—" Dan Heng rasped, blinking up at him blearily, face, chest and ears aflame, eyebrows furrowing when Phainon sent him a long, dark look as he palmed at his second length, guiding the tip of it against his slick entrance—already stretched wide around the girth of his cock. "You're… The eggs, Phainon," He pleaded uselessly, as Phainon rocked it a little further into the wet heat of his cunt each time he lowered his hips—hips and stomach supported by Dan Heng's arms and tail as he rode him with abandon.

They groaned in unison when the head finally slipped inside—Phainon's cunt like a vise around him as he slowly eased himself lower while bearing down. He keened and whimpered as his cunt fluttered desperately around his cocks, slick squirting out of him, until their hips met flush, his aching little cock notched against his pubic bone. Dan Heng helped guide him up onto quivering thighs, and allowed him to slowly slide back down—the slick, obscene squelch of his cocks fucking into him adjoining with their groans and muffled whimpers.

Neither were quite sure what really did it—whether it was the repetition and force of the heads of his lengths pressing into his tender cervix each time their hips met, or if it was instead the insistent nudge of each tip dragging against it, as he rocked down against him, slowly but surely coaxing it open for him. Wringing out orgasm after orgasm, until the sheets were thoroughly drenched beneath them, until Phainon couldn't even clench around him anymore—muscles pliant and weak from the obscene stretch.

A pitched, confused sound suddenly escaped him—Phainon's eyes flying wide, a hand shooting down to span defensively over his belly, with Dan Heng stiffening beneath him, concerned eyes sweeping over his form in an attempt to assess the cause, eyebrows pinched together and lips slightly parted.

"I—Phainon—" He began, voice raspy, throat constricting, "What is it? Did I hurt y—"

They both felt it, then, two sets of eyes falling down to Phainon's swollen belly as if that would somehow unveil the origin of the joint sensation—the head of one of Dan Heng's cock easing noticeably deeper into him and being met with a firmer resistance as slick gushed out from around his lengths.

"Are you—"

"Yes," Phainon managed, failing the mask the panic in his voice—sensing the shift in Dan Heng's entire disposition the moment it happened. Momentarily confounded, but immediately doubling back, blinking the wetness from his bleary eyes as he carefully sat up, hushed whispers of apologies bleeding past his lips as he rose up to meet him, taking his face into his hands, concern unmasked in a way that served to almost immediately help quench some of Phainon's panic—even with the discomfort blooming inside of him.

"It's okay," Dan Heng murmured quietly, stroking his cheeks and leaning in to nose against his cheek, "It will be okay, Phainon," He continued, and while he didn't need to say more, Phainon immensely appreciated the assurance and the place it came from, regardless, "I've got you," he promised. Phainon couldn't help but believe him in his entirety—for Dan Heng didn't mince words or offer exaggerations.

Somewhere between the encroaching stretch rapidly growing inside of him, and the obscene emptiness he had felt when Dan Heng carefully pulled out of him, Phainon ended up with his back to Dan Heng's bare chest, a nest of blankets between his legs— the sensation of skin against skin grounding him in a way he wouldn't have anticipated under any other circumstance. He leaned into him heavily, their legs twining together, Dan Heng's strong arms wrapping around him, and a dry sob escaped him, head falling back against his shoulder as Dan Heng's palm spanned over his belly, with the other slipping between his legs— fingers sliding against his wet, flushed folds—still puffy with arousal, with his swollen cock pressing insistently against the heel of his palm.

"Ah!" He cried out before he could stifle it, attempting to kick out, but meeting resistance with Dan Heng's legs restraining his own, cunt convulsing weakly around the yawning absence he felt—the orgasm equal parts relieving, and uncomfortable now, with the perceptible shift inside of him. Dan Heng's palm shifted across the expanse of the smooth, taut skin of his belly, gently pressing and massaging, as if to help. The contractions of his womb made him jolt and groan in discomfort, hissing and grimacing through the brunt of them.

"I am trying to help… Line them up," Dan Heng explained breathlessly, urgency coloring his voice, pressing a kiss against his neck, and then another to his ear, "You are… Doing perfectly," He breathed out with a shuddering sigh, "In every way, Phainon," He praised, rubbing slow, soothing circles into his skin.

Phainon offered him a stunted, jerky little nod, face and neck burning, hands finding purchase when the vidyadhara 's tail came up to wrap around him protectively—where he finally found his voice through grit teeth, "Do I—p-push?" He managed tightly, the words fighting to escape in their urgency.

"Yes. Yes, you can push whenever you are ready… You can… You can take your time, Phainon," Dan Heng promised, as if to help assuage his worries—eyebrows furrowing when Phainon offered an almost derisive huff.

"Don't… Don't forget who you're talking to," He managed, a little meanly, voice audibly strained, if only in accordance with the pain growing inside of him and the frustration that it induced.

"I know," Dan Heng matched easily, "I would never," He assured, and despite himself, Phainon sighed in relief and sagged noticeably against him, gasping softly when Dan Heng's clawed digits further spread his folds around the noticeable gape of his entrance. The time between each contraction grew less and less distant, all but forcing him to push if he wanted the pain of them to properly abate.

With his head digging back against Dan Heng's shoulder, and his lips parted on a low, guttural groan, Phainon bore down, gasping and writhing when the burgeoning stretch intensified and the first egg descended past the barrier inside of him—back arching sharply as it reached the widest point. He sobbed in relief when it slipped past with an audible sound, the worst of the initial stretch passing with the egg sliding lower, shifting inside of him as it traveled, and only finding resistance again when it met the entrance of his swollen cunt.

The thin flesh pulled taut around the brilliant gold shell— the blunt end of the egg slowly emerging, with either of them just barely able to make out the shape of it over the swell of Phainon's belly. Phainon whimpered quietly, thighs flexing as he pushed, teeth gritting and his eyes clenching shut in concentration, all whilst Dan Heng murmured quiet words of assurance and praise that served unequivocally as his lifeline.

It fought him, with how wet he was, and how weak his inner-muscles were from the earlier stretch—the egg almost seeming to reach the widest point again, only to slip back further inside whilst eliciting a weak sob from his throat, before he finally mustered up enough energy to try again.

When it finally did, it did so with apparent force— slipping out only to be caught by Dan Heng's waiting hand as Phainon threw his head back, jaw slack and eyes wide as he squirted hard enough to cover both the egg and to saturate the nest of blankets beneath them both, weakened pelvic-floor muscles nearly making it impossible for him to avoid leaking from the extreme stretch—which mercifully, with how overwhelmed Phainon already was, went ignored.

"Good," Dan Heng praised quietly as Phainon whimpered and shuddered in aftershocks, inner muscles barely even able to contract, "You did so well, Phainon," He continued, and Phainon… For all his stubbornness, appreciated the assurance when the second egg made its descent not seconds ten seconds later.

"It's— It's com—It's coming out—" Phainon managed, voice virtually unrecognizable in his own ears, "Ahh??" He whined, the second egg making it past his cervix with only half as much difficulty, a weaker orgasm shuddering through him, and again, as the second egg shifted, seeming to rotate against his swollen g-spot.

The second egg slipped out of his cunt with little to no resistance—forced out of his cunt with the force of his orgasm as he shook almost violently, squirting again more weakly, but with no less of an intense orgasm itself.

Everything seemed to blend together after the second egg—mind in a fuzzy, faraway place, coaxed deeper and safely embraced by Dan Heng's quiet words and sounds of encouragement. Praising and cooing at him—telling him how good he was, how well he was doing, and Phainon could reconcile with that—the insatiable need to be useful giving way for the want to perform better for his own well-being, and for something only he could do.

The third egg followed suit, with a fourth following in quick succession—so quickly that Phainon was offered little to no recourse, and Dan Heng could barely even catch it in time as it slipped bast the barest of resistance and slid out of his cunt.

The fifth egg was where they finally hit a wall—finding resistance again from Phainon's weakness, and what Dan Heng distantly proposed to be a much larger egg. The discomfort took him out of the haze, some—uncomfortably aware, sticky and wet and sore with an uncomfortable, pervasive cramping rolling through his lower body—as if to force the last egg out of him, but without success.

"Phainon, can I—"

"Get it out," Phainon groaned, voice low and rough—veering towards the edge of a threat, "Just— do it—"

It seemed Dan Heng didn't need to be told twice, laying Phainon down with care, propping him up partway on their pillows, before nestling the eggs against his side, one by one—distracting Phainon from the way he took up residence between his widely splayed thighs, eyes focused on his ruined cunt. Distracting Phainon from the unadulterated hunger that heated his gaze as he eased the tips of his fingers against the gape of his pussy and carefully, slowly, eased his hand inside. He was only just barely able to clench down around it—arching, but adjusting to the stretch easily enough—finding it somehow gentler than the eggs had been with the way it slowly eased its way deeper inside, until he reached the entrance of his womb, his wrist and part of his forearm surrounded by the wet heat of his cunt.

They worked together wordlessly—Phainon teary-eyed and flushed as he stared down at the shimmery eggs nestled into his side against the warmth of his body—determined, now, more so than before, to get the fifth one out safely to join them.

He hooked his legs around Dan Heng's shoulders, a soft noise escaping him as the tips of his fingers eased against the textured surface of the shell— easing just past the barrier of his womb to attempt to rotate the egg so that the narrowest part was positioned at the dilated opening, sighing in relief and looking up at him from the splay of his thighs to offer him a tight nod.

"Go ahead," He encouraged, "Just one more…" He breathed out, breath hot against his swollen cunt, and Phainon whimpered quietly when the vidyadhara leaned in to press a kiss against his fat clit before taking it into his mouth, tongue curling around it and constricting as Phainon pushed again, with Dan Heng's hand following to assist the movement as it descended further towards the entrance of his pussy.

He drew away, when the shell—glossy with slick—peeked out from between the lips of his cunt— eyes flittering between his sex and his flushed face and expression of concentration, eyes shut and jaw clenched, thighs trembling around his neck before falling open wider, canting his hips as he attempted to push with a low, elongated groan escaping from where his throat had constricted around the noise.

Finally, with a lewd, slick sound, the final—and largest— egg of the clutch slipped free. There wasn't enough force behind the action for it to have done so with momentum, but the intense stretch, palpable relief, and the amount of strain he'd needed to exhibit was enough for his bladder to give way completely, sobbing in relief—too fucked-out to be embarrassed, as he shuddered through another climax in unison.

Barely clinging onto the final vestiges of consciousness, Phainon leaned into Dan Heng's clean hand as he leaned over him, stroking his cheek and praising him quietly in a language he couldn't discern—but the love and affection they conveyed came across clearly, all the same.

"Was that all… of them?" He managed, voice weak and colored with exhaustion.

"That was all of them," Dan Heng affirmed, eyes searching, peppering his face and neck with kisses to elicit a breathless almost-giggle before unconsciousness finally claimed him.

Phainon felt suitably terrible when he finally woke up again— sore and thoroughly depleted, but mercifully clean and warm. He ached, but not as much as he would have initially figured—lending itself well, he supposed, to what Dan Heng had initially mentioned some time ago—that he'd need to be prepared.

Well, he supposed he had been—even if preparing him might have very well been what induced him in the first place. He wouldn't pretend not to realize that he had been responsible for having done so—vividly recalling Dan Heng's expression of concern. Vividly recalling all but snarling at him and blatantly and purposefully ignoring it.

Dan Heng was a firm, comforting presence behind him now—his massive, heavy tail draped over his waist and curled around the clutch of golden eggs in his arms, face pressed into his neck, and arms wrapped around him, their legs fitting together. He hummed softly when he felt Phainon stir against him—groaning softly, the sound raspy and low, throat hoarse.

Five eggs laid bundled together before him—seemingly all intact, seemingly all well-formed, albeit with some variation in size, which Dan Heng informed him was normal. Still, he felt the need to seek confirmation—or maybe he just wanted to hear Dan Heng's soothing, quiet voice.

"Are they all…?" He tried, croaked, coughing softly, and gratefully accepting the assistance when Dan Heng helped prop him up, water at the ready—conceding easily when Phainon took over and downed the glass with a relieved groan.

"They're perfect," Dan Heng affirmed easily, voice laden with warmth and affection, and Phainon found himself turning into his embrace, sagging in relief.

"Good…" He swallowed, "That's good," He nodded tightly. "When do they…?" He asked, again—this had already been something they'd more or less covered. Dan Heng made no indication that the repetition bothered him. 

"I am... Not sure," Dan Heng answered honestly, voice quiet, expression carefully schooled, "Vidyadhara eggs might take tens of dozens… Or even hundreds of years to hatch. This is… Heavily reliant on conditions—but again, with the dromas physiology…" He trailed off, uncertain, eyes searching for any indication—either positive, or negative. "Perhaps if we keep them warm…"

"Then I suppose… Only time will tell," Phainon nodded—bittersweet, but not displeased.

"Yes, I suppose you are right," He nodded— leaning closer, and sighing in relief when Phainon reached for him—wincing, but eager to be pulled into Dan Heng's lap, with the clutch of eggs lying within the safe embrace of Dan Heng's tail.