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You knew what you were getting into when you accepted Malleus’ proposal. You’d slept together in the past. You’d even helped him through multiple mating seasons. His inhuman anatomy was something very familiar to you, and only became more familiar as your wedding approached and he became… fucky.
Therefore, when he carries you to your wedding bed, you’re confident that you know just how this night will go.
Somehow, even after all these years, your now-husband still manages to shock you.
Malleus strips you of your clothes with a snap of his fingers. He sets you on the bed, straddling your hips with his hands on either side of your head. His gaze rakes up and down your naked body, pupils fully dilated as he admires you. “You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment,” he says. He strokes your cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Finally, I have you all to myself. No need for towers or chains… mine, of your own choosing.”
You catch his hand with yours before he can retract it and brush a kiss against his knuckles. “Of course I chose you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life at your side.”
The warmth in his eyes is the same that you saw every time he came to visit you at Ramshackle Dorm, the same that faced you when he asked you to marry him over a year ago, the same that you saw mere hours ago as you took your vows. He dips his head to kiss you, hips rocking against your belly. The bed groans as he settles most of his weight onto you. Breathing out a puff of laughter, you bring your hands up to grip his horns and hold him in place. A low moan rumbles in his chest, and his grinding grows more insistent. He breaks away to let you take in a few proper breaths. “Prepare yourself, my sweet. Tonight, I will well and truly breed you.”
A shiver runs down your spine. You glance down to the space between your bodies, where his cocks leak steady streams of precum onto your skin. It takes a moment for one very important fact to register in your brain: they’re different. Your wide eyes dart up to meet his, and you see a pair of leathery wings extend at his back. “Malleus..?”
“Are you afraid?” he asks. A clawed finger trails down your sternum as he sits up. His pale hands are plated in iridescent black scales that extend up his arms to just above his elbows. Behind him, you watch his tail flick at the air. “Perhaps that is my own fault. I wanted to leave revealing this form for tonight, our wedding night, rather than before. It is more fit for our purposes, after all.”
“O-our purposes?”
“You remember what I told you years ago, yes?”
Your ears grow hot as one particular conversation rushes back to the forefront of your mind. The events it had preceded only cemented its permanence. “You, uh, you hatched from an egg.”
“Very good.” He gently pries your hand off of his horn. Slowly, he brings it down to his twitching cocks. They’re thicker than usual. More textured. You run your fingers over one shaft, feeling the pronounced ridges all the way down to the scaly base. The top cock has a larger, broader head than the bottom one, and it’s definitely shorter. The bottom one is more slender, longer than its twin but similarly textured. Both taper at the end, with the bottom cock almost coming to a point. “Our children shall also hatch from eggs.”
“I-is that gonna even work?”
He licks his lips, revealing a flash of pointed canines. “Oh, it will, my dear. I can promise you that.” He fists his cocks, fingers not even close to meeting. “I will lay you, you will carry the babes until it comes time for you to lay, and then we will tend to them until it comes time for their hatching.”
“Will it hurt?”
Malleus pauses, his eyes softening. “No. Nothing that you would not want. You’ve naught to fear, lovely, I will be with you every step of the way.”
“I’ll hold you to that.” You reach up and loop your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss as he reaches down to prod at your swelling labia. A tingle of magic passes from the pads of his fingers to your clit. Moaning, you buck into his touch. He pushes back the hood to rub soft circles around the bud while it steadily stiffens. Your growing wetness becomes a gush as more magic pulses into you, and you’re coming in seconds. His fingers push into your cunt before you even process your orgasm, never mind before it abates. Immediately he crooks all 3 digits in a ‘come-hither’ gesture. You buck, voice strangling in your throat while he steadily fucks his fingers into you. Again, he channels his magic through his fingers directly into your g-spot. Your cry breaks free.
“Yesss… scream for me. I can feel how you clench with every breath. Give me another orgasm, darling, I know you can.” His thrusts become more fervent, and you obey his demand with a sob. Growling, Malleus pulls his fingers free and wrenches your legs apart. You mourn the loss with a whimper. He’s unbothered, though, busy aligning his cocks to your fluttering hole. Your body is well-trained enough by now to take both cocks at once in his more “human” form, but the difference in size now makes you tense up. Malleus coos soothingly, massaging your thigh with his free hand. “Breathe. Relax.” The head of the longer cock slides in easily. Its shorter twin, however, catches on the rim of your hole. Malleus ruts against you over and over again in an attempt to brute force his way through, but he quickly realizes that another approach is needed. He glares at your vulva as if it’s wronged him — were you in a less lusty state of mind you’d probably make fun of him for it — and resigns himself to stretching you further with his fingers in order to fit both cocks inside you at once. Then it’s one, two, three thrusts before you’re so full you feel it in the back of your throat. Your sobbing moan is nearly punched out of your lungs when he thrusts again, one palm on your belly and the other braced on the bed. “So good for me. I knew you could do it. My Queen, my love, my — hah — mine, all mine. You’ll look divine once I lay you.”
Your hands shoot up to grip his horns as he thrusts wildly into your spasming cunt. It should hurt. He’s far larger than normal, and he’s almost brutal in his fervor. But you feel no pain, only white-hot shocks of pleasure every time he bottoms out. Your grip on his horns tightens as another orgasm rockets through you, spurred on by Malleus’ unrelenting pace and the pulses of magic spreading from his palm. The cry ripped from your throat doesn’t sound like your own voice. Beneath you, the bed protests and slides with each thrust. More magic seizes your senses and demands another climax — more, more, more, until your voice is so hoarse that no sound comes out. You sob, lurching up to bury your face in your husband’s neck as he keeps going, though his pace starts to stutter. His teeth latch onto the crook of your shoulder and hold you in place. At your back, one hand rubs soothing circles into your hot skin.
“We’re almost done,” he says as he sits you up in his lap. “Almost there. You’re doing so well; you can go just a little further, yes?”
Sniffling, you nod and press your knees against his hips. A purr rumbles from his body into yours, and he soothes the indents of his teeth with little kisses. His thrusts resume, slower than before but just as powerful. You can feel it every time the longer cock pushes up against the very back of you. The magic in the air grows thicker. You can almost smell it, sharp like ozone and stinging your nose. Malleus shifts beneath you. He plants both feet on the floor and uses it as leverage to thrust up into you. The head of his cock presses harder and harder into your cervix with every thrust, and you realize now what’s to come. You shudder and clutch him with all the strength in your tired body.
When the tapered head starts to open you further, there’s no pain. Malleus coos and rubs affectionate little circles into your hips as his own hips still. There’s a tangible pulsing against your walls. It’s all you can do not to flinch. All words of encouragement stop abruptly as the pulse quickens. Hot lips swipe over the unmarked side of your neck, and just as Malleus comes, he sinks his teeth into your skin. First, you feel the familiar wave of heat as he pumps you full of cum. Then, there’s pressure at your entrance. You whimper. He holds you tighter, tongue lapping plaintively at your bruising skin. It takes mere seconds for something to push past that first show of resistance and travel up the length of his cock (his ovipositor?) towards your womb.
“You’re alright, my love. You’re doing wonderfully. It doesn’t hurt, does it? Tell me if it does. I’ll take it all away.”
You shake your head. Voice hoarse, you reply, “N-no, it’s just… strange.”
“Good. Strange is fine.” The pressure increases to the point where it’s almost unbearable. He shushes you as you gasp. All at once, the pressure eases. You gasp. Already, another begins to make its way up the length of his cock. “That’s one,” he says, rubbing little circles into your back, “now breathe slowly…”
Pressure. Like a fist steadily pushing against your cervix. It punches the breath out of you, and you go completely limp against Malleus’ chest. The coolness of his lips against your scalp is a soothing balm to your burning skin.
A soft “two” is whispered into your hair as the pressure once again eases. “One more, you’re almost done, my love.”
Again, the pressure, the intense push , the sob stifled in your chest. A silent but tangible pop. Relief. Malleus lets you catch your breath, carefully leaning you back so he can wipe away your tears with his thumb. You rest your cheek against his palm.
“Perfect, absolutely perfect.” He peppers kisses across your flushed cheeks and along your sweaty brow. After a moment of shuffling, his softening cocks leave your cunt, allowing your combined fluids to begin dribbling onto the sheets below. The hand on your cheek drifts down to caress your belly. You lift one tired hand, placing it over his and linking your fingers together. “Do you feel that, love? The future of Briar Valley, safe within you.”
“No pressure,” you mumble as you curl up in his lap. He laughs softly and kisses your scalp again. “So… I’ll just carry these for nine months?”
“Weeks,” he corrects you. “They’ll develop for some time before being laid. The rest of that time will be spent incubating in a nest.”
“Really? So, not live birth, then?”
“Correct. I prefer this method. I know how fragile humans are; I know that pregnancy is taxing on your body and how dangerous the birthing process can be. This is safer. For you, and for the babes.” He wraps his arms around you and curls his wings to shield you both from the outside world. “I finally have you, wholly and completely. I will not lose you just as our life together begins.”
It’s a lovely sentiment, you think. Compared to your husband, your body is frail. Vulnerable. He’s told you about his anxieties about death, about everyone around him disappearing one by one. You’re reminded of your frailty now, as well. The exhaustion creeps up on you, sleep finally clawing at your eyelids. Quietly, you yawn. You cuddle closer, one hand on your belly and the other wrapped loosely around Malleus’ waist. Perhaps you’ll have another talk about those fears in the morning. For now, you’re content to fall asleep far away from the realities of your existence. Here, you’re together and safe. Here, you’re already laying a foundation for your family.