Chapter 316: 316: Eggs are Ready
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When the second release arrived, it did not shatter them. It folded them closer, so that breath and thought and promise met at the same point and stayed there.
A cool chime touched Kai’s mind.
[Ding! System Notification: Consort Naaro’s life essence integration detected. Egg maturity at thirty five percent. Cohesion rising. Recommendation: continued infusion to reach optimal readiness.]
They rested without drifting apart. The night kept its braille of stars. Far below, a cinder in the forge winked and went dark. When the quiet had cooled their skin but not their resolve, Naaro drew back enough to meet his eyes.
And yet... her body asked for more.
The third time began almost immediately — a lingering touch that turned into a slow caress, a kiss that deepened until they were lost again in each other’s pull. By now, her scent was thick in the air, sweet and intoxicating, fueling him like a battle high. Her antennae brushed his face, the delicate contact sending a ripple of sensation down his spine.
She tilted her head, lips brushing the side of his jaw. "Do you feel it?" she whispered.
"Yes," he replied, voice low and rough. "Your brood is waking."
Her half human abdomen was warmer now, the faintest glow already forming deep within. Every movement they made seemed to feed that light, to stir something primal and powerful inside her. Her human torso leaned back slightly, showing him the rise and fall of her soft chest, the curve of her body where flesh met chitin.
Their movements were slower this round, almost reverent — as though they both understood the gravity of what they were creating. Her moans were quieter now, drawn-out, matching the lingering pace until the third release came, slower but deeper than the rest.
[Ding! Uptake detected. Egg maturity Forty five percent. Endurance nominal. Continue.]
She pressed her fingers to his jaw and looked at him like men are seldom looked at, as if the things he had done and the things he might do were all real but not the point. "I keep thinking there must be a word for what we are," she said, "that is not queen and not soldier and not wife. Something older and simpler."
"We will make one," he said. "After my enemies learn manners."
She laughed again, and the sound sat on his chest and stayed there a while.
By the fourth time, there was no hesitation at all. They shifted positions slightly, her four legs gripping the stone for support while he anchored himself above her. Her hands ran down his arms, fingers tracing the strength there, before gripping his shoulders as the big thick anaconda’s pace quickened again. The night air was cooler now, but the heat between them made it feel like the heart of summer.
"More," she urged, voice unsteady. "Penetrate me more. I want you to put everything inside me. Push more deeper sir Kai. F*uck me like you f*ucked Luna last night. I want my scream to be louder than hers."
He gave her exactly that by activating the plus five inches skill — every movement firm, every touch claiming. Each push of anaconda made her scream like she was having the best time of her life. Kai’s Anaconda’s tips were hurting her belly. It moved, in and out, like it was destroying an enemy.
She answered with her own rhythm, meeting him stroke for stroke, until they were both breathing hard, the world around them forgotten.
The fourth release came with her crying his name to the stars, her head thrown back, the glow in her belly flaring brighter.
[Ding! Uptake detected. Egg maturity Sixty percent. Ovum maturation accelerated. Recommend brief rest interval. Hydration advisory.]
"Hydration advisory," Kai repeated dryly.
Naaro tried to look serious and failed. "I can’t take it anymore. My lower lips are hurting. My hole feels like it was pushed by a mountain. Sir Kai, you are awesome. I hope I can go for another round."
He brushed her hair back and kissed the corner of her mouth. "I am not done yet. You have to endure it for another round. My anaconda isn’t satisfied yet."
"Can I rest a bit? Otherwise my hole will be destroyed."
Silly girl. If my food got destroyed, who would I make love to? Don’t worry I will be gentle this time. Very gentle. But I bet after today you can’t have anaconda time for a long time. So, I will make sure to give you all you can handle."
"Thank you. If possible... I want to get F*ucked by you for eternity."
Kai smirked while thinking, "I can’t do that. I have so many beauties to satisfy. You can’t take all my time. But I will give you the best anaconda time in the last round."
They rested pressed close, sharing breath and body heat, letting their thoughts thin until only the important ones remained. He told her a ridiculous thing Vexor had said at dinner and she snorted into his shoulder. She told him the cactus had a name and he promised to treat it with all the dignity owed by the family. They did not talk about armies. They did not talk about the morning. They treated the night like a story you do not skip to the last page of.
And then came the final round.
It began with no rush. They held each other first, bodies pressed together in the quiet aftermath of the fourth, the night’s stillness wrapping around them. Her human fingers brushed his jawline; his clawed hands smoothed down the curve of her back to her lower body.
"You’ve given me so much tonight," she said softly. "But I want the last to be my best."
He understood her meaning without further words. This time was slower still, a gradual climb, every movement deliberate, every touch a conversation of its own. Their foreheads touched, her antennae brushing lightly in the most intimate contact of their kind on his anaconda.
She sucked Kai’s Anaconda like it’s a honey dip lollipop. Her mouth became a vacuum. Her tongue rolled around the tip of the anaconda. It was already hard as rock but it started to get like an iron.
Her breathing was unsteady, but her eyes were steady on his. "Sir Kai... it’s ready. I can feel the hardness inside my mouth."
"Then get ready, by opening your legs." he murmured, his voice a promise.
Her eyes shone in the cold light. "One moment," she said softly. "Then I will be ready."
One hour later...
He did not change the pace. He did not try to make the last vow a monument. He made it what all vows should be: the same promise kept again. When the warmth climbed through her and rolled outward like dawn, he held her and did not look away. When the last tremor left her breath, he stayed exactly where he was.
She gasped, one hand resting over the warm curve of her abdomen. The glow pulsed once, twice, as though answering her heartbeat.
Kai watched, breathing hard, the sight burning into his memory. That light meant the brood was ready. Soon, one hundred thousand loyal warriors would be born — and they would be his.
He simply stayed inside her, releasing all the cum. The night air cooling around them as the glow in her belly continued to shine, steady and strong
[Ding! Uptake detected. Eggs are 100 percent ready. Ovum maturation complete. The egg laying window opens. Ideal transfer to chamber within six hours. Projected hatch window thirty days with current essence density.
Advisory: Naaro requires rest and warmth. Don’t mate with her for a month.]
Naaro did not need the system to tell her. She felt it. A glow rose beneath her hands, deep and steady and clean, no fever in it, only life. She looked down in wonder and then up at him as if he had pulled the stars closer by hand.
"It is happening," she whispered. "They are ready. I think I need to lay eggs soon. I can feel it, they are different from the previous carpenter queen’s egg, they are stronger."
"They are strong," he said. "Because their mother is."
Her cheek flushed. She put her palm to his chest and breathed for a while like a runner who has stopped and remembered why she ran. When she could shape sentences again she reached to the stone and retrieved her small cactus, tucking it into the crook of her arm as if even this moment could have a bit of familiar silliness.
"I think he is proud of me," she said to Cactus.
"Of course he is," Kai said. "He has great taste in women."
She laughed, soft and helpless with happiness, then tilted her head and studied him with a seriousness that made his own breath slow.
"Thank you, sir Kai," she said. "For choosing me. Not just tonight. On the night in the forest. On the nights ahead. I am grateful for everything."
He touched his brow to hers. "We will choose each other as many times as it takes."
She nodded, then winced and then smiled, because the glow under her hands had deepened. It was not pain. It was pressure and p
urpose.
"Let us go," he said. "The chamber is warm."