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This was his new favorite thing, Raph decided as he smoothed his hands over his lower plastron.
The increased weight settling lower and lower on his hips was unfamiliar but comforting, in a strange way. Walking was getting harder, made worse by his growing girth, but absolutely worth it when he got to sink into a specially enlarged, extra soft spot anywhere in the lair. It was like carrying a weighted blanket on (or in?) him at all times and he found himself sleeping more than usual just from how safe and cozy he felt.
Not to mention…
“How’re you doing, honey?” a familiar voice purred next to him. Raph looked up from his reclined position within his carefully constructed nest and smiled at the sight of the person who had put him in this whole mess in the first place. You were smirking but your eyes sparkled with love and affection. You leaned down to give Raph a sweet kiss before circling around behind Raph’s nest to set your bag down.
“I’m doing good,” Raph greeted, still smiling warmly. “Just got settled down for bed.”
“I can see that,” you joked, kicking your shoes off and stepping over to your mate. “Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all -” Raph started, about to sit up and shuffle over in the mass of blankets. He froze, however, when you plopped yourself down right on Raph’s lap, hands finding Raph’s extended belly immediately. Your soft skin and innate warmth felt insanely good on the naturally cooler scutes of Raph’s plastron and he gasped, choking off an unexpected moan.
Your eyes glittered in a way that let Raph know you were absolutely doing it on purpose, but didn’t comment. “God, you look good,” you muttered under your breath. “Can’t believe you’re gonna get even bigger…”
Raph blushed, hard. “I mean, we don’t know that for sure,” he pointed out, trying not to stammer. “We don’t know how much longer I’m gonna be carrying. We still don’t even know if they’re eggs or gonna be a live birth.”
Your gaze was smoldering and heavy with pupils blown wide. “I’m good with either,” you teased, flexing your grip just a tiny bit in slight possessiveness. “Imagine if they’re live, though. They’ll start kicking in there soon - wonder if I’ll be able to feel them from the outside…”
Raph bit his lip, turning his head away slightly in embarrassment. Why was the idea so hot?!
You weren’t done, though. “Eggs are good, too… Just picturing you pushing out our sweet little bundles of joy for me to scoop up and wrap in a soft, warm nest…” You leaned in and grinned, all teeth. “Though I guess the same would be true for little babies, so maybe I’m just excited to meet our children.”
At this point, Raph was flushed and panting, barely keeping himself from squirming under your touch. “You - you’re that eager?” he tried to quip back, though his voice trembled.
You hummed and nosed along Raph’s jaw, practically laying flat against the turtle’s front despite the protrusion. “You’re just so hot,” you admitted quietly, breath fanning against Raph’s scales. “It’s hard not to be eager.”
Raph whined in the back of his throat and rolled his hips as best he could, given his whole… situation. That seemed to be all the permission you needed as you ground your pelvis down and latched your mouth onto Raph’s throat, expertly sucking on all of Raph’s sensitive spots. Raph cried out, hands scrambling from his stomach to anywhere on you in a desperate bid for purchase.
“My big momma,” you purred, tone dark and sinful. “So big and strong, gonna carry so many healthy pups…”
“Yes!” Raph nearly shouted, clutching at your back. Pregnancy hormones were getting to him bad, if he was this worked up this quickly. “Wanna be big and full,” he begged, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you put just the right amount of pressure on his already weighted pelvis.
“Yeah?” you panted, breath hot across Raph’s scales. Your jerking grew a little erratic. “Full and heavy? So heavy with babies and still ready and wanting for more -” You stuttered with a full-body shudder. “Look so beautiful and full of life,” you growled, nipping pleasantly at Raph’s tense skin. “So soft and perfect and -”
And that one word, imagining himself as rounded and gentle and soft, like a caregiver, a nurturer, a mother -
Raph climaxed with a silent scream, pulling you as tight against him as he dared for fear of injuring you. He rode the high gladly, insides pulsing pleasantly, and came back to reality to the sight of you frantically grinding on one of Raph’s thick thighs.
“Shit, fuck-” you bit out before your body locked up in your own climax. Hot wetness quickly spread through your pants and Raph twitched at the familiar feeling. His insides pulsed again, almost wantingly, but he clamped down on the thought before he could rile himself up a second time.
You relaxed against Raph, still breathing hard. “Damn,” you laughed with a wheeze. “Didn’t expect to jump into that right after getting back.”
Raph gave his own shaky smile. “Been gettin’ pretty, uh… sensitive. Not to mention kind of perpetually horny with these stupid hormones…”
You laughed for real and pulled yourself up Raph’s plastron to curl up on your side, body cradled in the crook of Raph’s arm and nose tucked under Raph’s chin. “Hey, I’m not complaining,” you teased, foot toeing the swell of Raph’s stomach. “‘Specially if it means I get to see even more of this…” you added, not so subtly eyeing the curved scutes.
Raph couldn’t help but picture his girth growing larger, bigger ‘til he couldn’t even see his toes, let alone think of touching them; getting so wide that his hips were broader than his already massive shoulders; becoming so, so heavy with brood but still being able to carry it all because he was protecting them within his own specially armored body…
Raph’s breathing quickened and he spasmed, tossing his head back with an open-mouthed whimper.
His core ached .
You laughed again, breathlessly. “That good, huh? Well…” You positioned himself over Raph again, eyes bright but pupils engulfing iris. “I think we can work something out…”
You were in for a long night.