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Oscar raps his knuckles against the door.
"Yellow? Are you in there?"
The groan that filters through the wood causes him to freeze. Oscar tries the knob- locked. He knocks again, louder.
"Yellow- is everything okay?"
"Oscar?" Yellow calls back. She sounds- off. Her voice carries a strained note, clear even through the thick door. "You- you're home? It's early."
"The charity is closed today, love. I was only at Noel's- Yellow, what's going on? Why is the door locked?"
"Oscar-" Her next words cut off with another groan. The hint of pain in this one alarms him. "Oscar, you shouldn't-"
"Yellow, damn it-" Oscar forces himself to take a deep breath, gentling his voice with effort. "It's just me, Yellow. Open the door. Please."
There is a brief moment of nothing before the lock clicks. The handle turns and swings inward, leaving the door cracked just a little.
--
"...Eggs." He repeats, disbelief clear in his voice. Yellow shrinks another inch, curling into herself nervously.
"Yes." She confirms. "It- it's alright, Oscar, you don't have to- I can handle it alone. I've done it without a host countless times."
"Does it hurt to do it that way?" The question escapes him before Oscar realizes he's spoken it aloud. He opens his mouth to apologize, to take it back, but stops when Yellow doesn't deny the words. A sudden flicker of concern runs through his mind.
"Yellow? It doesn't cause you pain to go through this alone, does it?"
"It- I'm all right, Oscar. Truly. I'm used to doing it this way." The answer sounds flat and unconvincing; not helped by the way Yellow cannot meet his eyes. Oscar steps closer to reach for her, but Yellow flinches away as soon as he moves.
"No!" The panicked shout halts him where he stands. Her tendrils coil and twist anxiously. "You can't- it's too close- I won't be able to stop myself if you touch me right now. Please, Oscar-"
"Alright, alright. I'll stay here. But tell me the truth, love." He warns, meeting her gaze firmly.
--
Yellow groans. Her whole body shudders, trembling with need; she bends over the chair, panting. A thin tendril, paler than the rest, slips from the gap between two of the larger ones forming her lower half. It extends slowly, haltingly, as Yellow digs her claws into her cloak; Oscar realizes she's fighting the extension, even as thick beads of translucent slime drip from the end. A cold chill of fear trickles down his spine as the fabric tears under her attempt at restraint.
"Oscar- ngh- I can't- please, Oscar, you need to-"
"Love, just breathe, it's going to be-"
Another shudder goes through her; Yellow clutches harder, squeezing all her eyes shut with a whimper. The tendril pulses, growing despite her efforts.
"Get out of here, Oscar-" She grits out through clenched teeth.
"Yellow-"
"GO!"
He's too slow to read the change in her face.
Her eyes snap open to fix on him as he stumbles backwards, hand grasping behind him blindly for the handle. The pupils in the central pair are nearly gone, the merest slits of black in a sea of gold simmering with desperation.
Oscar realizes, far too late, that there is no escape.
"Wait-"
His words are cut off as Yellow surges forward. The back of his legs strike the bed as she shoves him down; tendrils slip under his clothes, tugging them free layer by layer until he is bare.
She wastes no further time, plunging that strange tentacle into Oscar with one brutal motion. He chokes on a cry, but- blessedly- there is none of the pain he anticipates. The stretch leaves him gasping as it burrows deeper, forcing him open wider with every pulsing motion. Oscar tries to push her off, to free himself-
"Let me up, Yellow, just wait- love, hold on-"
"Told- told you to run-" Yellow manages, voice a guttural growl. "Oscar- I'm sorry, I can't- the eggs-"
"Oh God-"
"I'm sorry, Oscar- I'm so sorry-" She repeats, over and over. The words echo like a prayer.
--
His back arches off the bed as the egg pops inside his cunt. Yellow's length ripples again, squeezing and flexing, urging the first egg deeper and deeper. The second presses against Oscar's stretched entrance. He traces the path of the egg with his fingers, feeling the hard shell through the skin as Yellow whines with relief above him. Pity cuts through the rising heat in his veins- it's obvious that holding back the clutch had been causing her to suffer.
The thought registers that this will be his life from now on- playing host to countless eggs, a willing vessel for the fractured god staring down at him with utter devotion. Even in such a form, Yellow cannot hide the love shining in all of her numerous eyes.
Oscar burns with shame at the way the thought makes him clench tightly around the tendril holding him open. He jolts a moment later, gasping as the tendril shoves, sinking further inside than he thought was possible; he feels something deep within his body give way against the relentless pressure of the egg working its way down. A strangled cry escapes him as she breaches that last barrier- as Yellow finally, finally breeds him in truth. The egg settles heavy in his core, sloshing in a gush of fluid. The next slides into him, following the first with less resistance. His legs are shaking, body slick with sweat-
"Yellow, oh God-"
"I know- I know, love, you can do this- fuck- oh- you're taking them so well-"
"How many-"
"Almost- almost, Oscar, just a few more-" She promises breathlessly, pressing her forehead to his- the closest thing to a kiss she can muster. He groans, desperate, as the second egg joins the first in another rush of fluid. His stomach has begun to curve, swelling with the additional burdens. "You're doing so well, just- just a little longer-"
"Ngh-" Oscar manages. His hand fists in the sheets as Yellow brushes the back of a clawed finger over his clit, sharp talon curled carefully away from the delicate flesh. The gentle pressure is still more than enough to send pleasure crackling through him. That segmented joint keeps kneading at him, slow circles that leave Oscar panting, hips twitching uselessly against her- cock? He doesn't know what to deem the length of flesh buried inside him. He doesn't care to try. His body has become a live-wire, heat suffusing every inch as the third egg squeezes through. Yellow hasn't let up her teasing, intent on driving him over the peak. Oscar groans again, throwing his head back as the pleasure builds and builds-
His entire body seizes under her as he comes apart. The pressure of the egg in his cunt, still moving even as he tightens around it, around Yellow's tendril, makes Oscar's eyes roll back with a second orgasm. He doesn't hear the sound he must make over the pounding of his heart. He slumps into the sheets, boneless and spent, as the third egg is deposited with the pair already inside him.
Oscar loses track for a while, somewhere after that. Four and five slide in, are shuffled along, and join the others resting in his womb with minimal resistance from his now well-stretched body.
By the time the sixth presses against Oscar's cunt, it's clear that Yellow is flagging. The tendrils that held his legs wide for the first egg have gone loose, barely more than draped over him by now. Her body trembles with the effort of pushing this one through to join its kin. Oscar focuses on her with some difficulty, seeing the strain on her face with every ripple of her shaft.
"You're nearly done, love, that's it. Finish the clutch." He coaxes her softly. He prays that she is nearly done- his stomach is now obscenely swollen, closer to that of a mother approaching her sixth or seventh month than the gentle curve it had been this morning.
Her many eyes fix on him, exhaustion clear in every one, but she gathers what little strength remains with a visible struggle, sending the egg along with weak pulses until it settles alongside the rest. Oscar bites his lip to muffle the groan as the eggs slide together, sloshing within him.
"Just- just one more, Oscar, it's nearly over." Yellow rasps, voice shaking. She has to brace herself on the bed with another tendril as the final egg slides past his lips. Oscar is too spent to do more than accept it, cunt squeezing around her tentacle as he shudders beneath her. Heat pools low in his stomach, the pleasure rising once more despite the lethargy in every limb.The rush of liquid that accompanies this egg into his core makes his vision grey. It's so much- the pressure is immense, the weight of the eggs, the movement as they jostle to fit the newest one-
He writhes, helpless and pinned, as the flood of sensation inside him drags him over the edge again mercilessly. Yellow's tendril slips free of his cunt a moment later, releasing a final gush of slick fluid.
The bed thuds dangerously as Yellow collapses beside him, fighting for breath in great, heaving gasps. Oscar reaches for her; Yellow shifts just enough to rest her head across his shoulder. They lay together, a tangled heap of limbs and tendrils and tattered cloak, allowing their racing hearts to slow.