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Spamton had been…distracting as of late. Oh the little menace was always distracting, especially in this new body of his. Recently, however, it has become a different kind of distracting. Tenna can already feel the heat creeping up his collar as he looks over at the other Darkner, specifically his noticeably rounded belly. When Spamton had all but tackled him a few months ago begging to be bred he'd assumed it would just be a simple matter of having a round of vigorous marathon sex before things went back to normal. He probably should've known better with how Spamton had stuffed himself with his own tendril-like cock to keep all of Tenna's cum inside.
When Spamton had first started showing symptoms Tenna had assumed he'd caught some bug. He'd excused the snappy attitude when he saw how miserable Spamton was as he gripped the toilet after being sick and even felt a sort of guilt when he'd made the other sob with a scolding, even if he did act just fine a few hours later. No, it did not dawn on Tenna that Spamton was actually pregnant until he saw the beginnings of a little bump forming. Excitement and cold terror had left him dizzy; Spamton was pregnant, they were going to have a child.
It had taken some time to get used to, both for them and the studio at large, but they were managing. Which is where Tenna's current problem comes in. For all that he degraded and demeaned Spamton there was no question that he found the other attractive, and as the other walked around with his lower hands petting over his pregnant belly Tenna could feel the heat creeping ever higher. Tenna catches Spamton’s second set of eyes and the little imp has the gal to smirk as he continues to talk to a disinterested Ramb. He grits his teeth and glares in what he hopes comes off as scathing before turning his attention front and center; he has a show to give.
The show goes blissfully well, Tenna managing to keep focused enough that he barely notices Spamton disappear down the hall. Of course he's not surprised when he finds him in their shared room, lounging across the couch.
“Like what you [wait and see]?” Spamton purrs, batting his lashes. If Tenna had eyes he'd roll them, shoving Spamton with a lot less force than usual to make room on the couch.
“All I see is you being a pest,” he snips back but it doesn't wipe the grin from Spamton’s face. If anything it gets bigger, one hand resting on Tenna’s chest while the other caresses the side of his casing. Spamton’s eyes flit through a dizzying array of shapes before all four land on hearts. His touch is gentle, sweet, which makes the way one of his lower hands teases at the inside of Tenna’s thigh all the more infuriatingly enticing.
“Oh?,” Spamton coos, “I haven't [done deal] anything.”
“You've been distracting me.”
“You did this to [me, myself, and I],” he purrs, grin turning wicked as he grips Tenna's hip and moves from caressing his thigh to teasing his hard on with feather light touches. He hates this, hates how easily Spamton gets him wound up.
“You filled me with your [apple seeds],”
Spamton inched closer, wrapping his arms around Tenna's neck. His lips brush against Tenna's, the hand teasing at his clothed cock starting to stroke him through his pants. Tenna’s head feels like it's spinning, has to grip at his own pants to keep his leg from bouncing with nervous energy.
“You made me [[what to do when you're expecting]] with your [child sizes].”
Tenna leans in for a kiss, lips brushing only for that devil to pull away, hands and all, eyes alight with mischief.
“But if [eye for an eye] am so distracting-”
Spamton yelps as Tenna yanks him into his lap with a snarl, fangs bared.
“As if you didn't beg me to,” he growls, grinding against him. Already he can feel Spamton’s slick cock staining his suit jacket while his pussy soaks the front of his pants.
“As if you weren't the one practically crawling all over me, begging me to knock you up.”
Spamton whines as Tenna tangles his hand in the other's hair and yanks his head back, teeth sinking into his neck. His hands paw at Tenna, fumbling for the buttons of his suit jacket with one set while the other tries to steady himself.
“Say it; repeat what you said to me.”
He bucks his hips up getting Spamton to mewl.
“D, Daddy! [Please and Thank You] breed me! I, I [want it, need it, gotta ]!”
“That's right baby, you begged so pretty for me and I gave it to you. And now look at you, already desperate for more.”
“Daddy!”
Spamton’s hips stutter, hands fumbling with the last button as Tenna rolls his hips like he's trying to fuck Spamton through his pants.
“I should punish you for being such a spoiled brat. Make you suck me off and leave you to finish yourself-”
“N, n-[no cell service]!”
“Why not? Give me a good reason.”
“Please Daddy, I, I'm [what a sorry ]! [Pretty please], I'll be [good as new]!”
“And yet you haven't been able to keep your hands off me this whole time.”
Spamton had managed to get his shirt mostly untucked and unbuttoned, suspenders unclasped and hands already making an effort to unbuckle his pants.
“You've made a mess of my suit but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. You're just a little cock drunk bitch in heat, aren't you baby?”
Tenna lets go of Spamton's hair in favor of holding him far more gently than his words would suggest. As he lays Spamton down on the couch he puts a pillow under Spamton's hips to help ease the discomfort of his heavy belly. It makes Tenna feel like a freak, the way his mouth goes dry looking down at Spamton with his round belly and throbbing cock, pussy soaked and plush.
Spamton flusters as Tenna runs his hands over his stomach almost reverently, eyes flickering through shapes again. He turns away as if shy but the eyes on his shoulder give him away as they look at Tenna with affection, literal stars in his eyes.
“I did this,” he says in gentle awe before his screen turns black, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
“And I bet you'd let me do it again,”
Tenna unbuckles his belt fully.
“And again,”
He pulls the fly down and shimmies his pants and boxers down just enough to free his aching cock, head already dribbling pre.
“And again. I could keep you like this, pregnant and desperate for more, and you'd thank me for it wouldn't you?”
“Yes! Oh please Daddy, [pleased as peaches]!”
Spamton shivers as Tenna spreads his legs, one set of hands gripping the arm of the couch while the other set claws at the couch cushions.
Tenna wants nothing more than to just fuck into him, to fold Spamton in half and breed him all over again, but he uses all his restraint to be a little more gentle…but only a little. After all, they still had some time before they really had to be careful. Spamton’s eyes roll back as he moans, legs shaking as Tenna slips inside.
“That's it. You're such a good boy for me, taking me so well.”
Spamton pants and whines with each roll of his hips, hearts in his eyes. He nuzzles into Tenna’s hand as the other cups his cheek, Tenna’s other hand keeping him steady as he fucks into that slick, velvety heat. Spamton looks beautiful like this, eyes half lidded and hair disheveled. His curls bounce with each thrust and it makes it so, so fucking hard not to just pound into Spamton but Tenna keeps his thrusts steady and his pace even.
Spamton squirms and writhes, his breaths growing ragged and moans growing higher in pitch. It's a slow, sweet torture for both of them but Tenna certainly can't complain when he gets to watch as Spamton slowly comes apart underneath him.
“Oh [[Angel]], please Daddy! I need, I need, I need it [harder, better, faster]!”
“You sure baby?”
“[Sir yes sir], please,” he whines, legs locking around Tenna's waist, and how can he say no when Spamton begs so sweetly. Even as he moves his hips harder, faster, Tenna is so careful as he leans over to kiss him.
“You look so pretty like this,” he moans against Spamton's lips. He loves the way Spamton flusters all over again, trying to hide his face in his arm only for Tenna to force Spamton to look at him.
“So pretty laying there taking my cock, pregnant with my child. Are you going to be a good boy for me? Are you going to cum for me?”
“I, I-oh [#&@$]!”
Spamton arches, hands scrambling for something, anything to ground himself. Tenna watches almost mesmerized as Spamton’s cock lashes and writhes before coiling in on itself as he cums, pussy clenching down on Tenna's cock. Tenna fucks Spamton through his orgasm and right into his own, choking out a gasping moan as he stuffs Spamton full.
It's a few moments before he pulls out, cock giving a half hearted twitch at the sight of his cum slowly dripping out.
“You know we're not going to be able to do this when you get further along.”
Spamton whines.
“It's [fine and dandy], plenty of people [play twister] when they're pregnant…”
Spamton pouts a little and looks at Tenna from under his lashes. Oh, Tenna gets the feeling this is going to be a long pregnancy.