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Rocky was asleep and Grace needed a little bit of relief; any relief.
Desperately rubbing fingers against his hole, trying to chase the taste of pleasure he vaguely knew was possible. His cunt was even on board with it, wet and aching.
He had been at it for a couple hours, his fingers wrinkled from his moisture as he mentally shuffled through what porn he could remember. The situation was not helped by him not remembering what actually turned him on from his time on Earth. A couple weeks back he had gone through pictures of men and women trying to find out what his sexuality even was. (Inconclusive)
He should probably stop this before Rocky found him, and he refused to consider the thrill that went through him when thinking about his best friend watching him jack off.
Sighing, he took his fingers out of himself, resting them on his chest.
"Grace too pent up to finish?"
The shriek that he emitted at Rocky's voice made him wonder how he could still reach that pitch after a multitude of years on testosterone.
Brain scrambled, he grabbed a blanket for coverage. Throwing the cloth over his entire body he sat in blind mortification, not willing to address what was going on.
As seconds passed in utter silence, the anticipation of what Rocky might say grew heavier on his psyche as time passed.
"Did Grace forget that Rocky can hear through cloth, question?" Rocky sounded only mildly confused, "Is Grace okay?"
Grace considered just sticking with the current plan, which was ignoring that anything had happened. He was blind in his left eye and matter of fact he was forty three percent blind in his right eye.
The blanket over himself started moving and he eeped and grabbed the cloth. Resistance was futile as Rocky's strength outdid his by orders of magnitude. The blanket came off and he set his gaze to the ceiling, trying hard not to lock eyes to carapace. If he didn't see Rocly, Rocky couldn't hear him.
"Look look look Grace! I made this to fix!" Rocky waved around something with two claws. Grace swore as his curiosity made him turn his head to better see what insanity was brewing now.
Rocky was holding oval egg-like objects that were attached by a string. One end had a long tail. It actually reminded him of anal beads... if anal beads were bigger. Grace stared it down, at a loss of what to say.
"Rocky thought that Grace must be lonely and desperate without a compatible human to lay eggs in him, so Rocky made eggs for Grace to insert!"
"I, uh, that's... uh, really sweet of you pal." Grace defaulted to courtesy.
"Here, I help!" Rocky scurried forward, beads in claw.
"Whoah! Wait!"
His protests fell on deaf auricles as Rocky grabbed Grace, moving and spinning him around until he was on all fours. He barely had a moment to gather himself and try to crawl away, before the tip of the first egg was at his cunt. Heat whipped through him, no doubt making it easier for Rocky to insert the eggs as he felt himself get wetter. He groaned as the egg was steadily pressed inside. The egg weighed more than he was expecting, and then it was getting shoved deeper by the next egg. As it passed his g-spot he trembled. It felt so good and he could barely remember what protests he wanted to make.
"Grace love this, can tell. You get so wet wet wet for eggs. Rocky make perfect eggs just for Grace to hold and be full."
The third egg was slowly pushed in, forcing the other two even further. Moaning filled the air as he was helpless to do anything but feel the delicious slide of it. As it fully seated inside him, Rocky's fingers dipped down. It could have almost been unintentional. The claws lightly stroked his lips and his clit and Rocky hummed. The feather light pressure of tingling sensation had him collapsing as his body suddenly surged over the edge he had been trying to vault earlier. Fireworks in his brain and all the lovely chemicals surging through his body and him at Rocky's mercy. He panted, internal muscles spasming, setting off more shocks of pleasure as it met the resistance of the eggs. He moaned and tried to get back up. Another wave went through him and he jerked, falling back to the ground.
"Grace did good good good job taking eggs." Rocky soothed, running a claw along his back.
Groaning, he took stock of himself. Vaguely sweaty, drool on his face, and if he stayed like this then an eventual crick in his neck.
Rocky spoke up again, "But Grace still has two eggs to take."
"Wha-!" He tried to flip himself, get up, move away, anything, but Rocky had put a claw on his back before he could get his weak muscles to function, he was rendered immobile.
"No! Wait, Rocky pleaaa-!" No sound but air escaped his lungs, as the fourth egg was relentlessly pressed up inside him.
"Shhh, it's okay." Rocky chirred calmly to him, "Rocky knows Grace is scared and thinks he can't hold more eggs, but Rocky can still see space inside. Grace is capable and empty, needs more eggs."
The fourth egg seated inside him, and he was stuffed, full, and at his limit. He was stretched wide, spread open with Rocky's creation. That first egg pressed up and up and up at his cervix. An indomitable march upon his uterus. He groaned as the sensations mixed. Pleasure, pain, and weird discomfort making a jumbled feeling inside him.
"Oh!" Rocky said, "Looks like Grace needs some help. I fix." Rocky pressed a claw to his lower back, and hummed, letting the vibration settle into his muscles and bones.
He felt his internal muscles gradually relax in fits and stops.
"Hey! What-"
The egg pressed up against his cervix slowly penetrated it.
A long, drawn out moan came out of him as Rocky pressed the eggs in further. He felt a slight popping release of pressure around his cervix, and felt a weight further up. Oh fuuuuck he had an egg inside him. So far up inside him. If they were compatible species, he could get pregnant.
"I don't- ha- I don't think that stuff should be up in there, uggghh, Rockyyyyy!"
"Nonsense," Rocky said calmly as he pushed the last egg in, "it is made to hold things much bigger than an Eridian egg. Last egg Grace. Grace is doing so well!" He pressed the egg in, shoving them all further in.
The eggs ground against his g-spot and the unrelenting pressure from Rocky soon had him stumbling over into orgasm again, nerves alight with feedback.
"Good, so good good good Grace." Rocky let up on the pressure, moving his claws to Grace's t-dick. "Take all my eggs, Grace." Rocky said in a lower tone, and furiously started jacking him off, dick held lightly between claws.
Still riding the high of the recent orgasm, the relentless assault on his dick kept him high at the peak, shudders of pleasure shooting through him, electrifying his nerves. He jerked and twitched under Rocky's hand, and still Rocky furiously worked him.
"Rocky knows Grace has another climax in him, statement."
"Nnnnnooo" Grace drawled out.
"Yes, you do. You love this Grace. You got so wet when that first egg slipped into your uterus."
Grace tried denying it but his lips just spouted jumbled nonsense as something tight within him spiraled denser.
Rocky got close, "I should keep you like this all the time. For the next four years, at my mercy. You love having my eggs in you Grace because you want to be pregnant and have my babies."
Grace twitched, the thought of being pregnant for Rocky twirling through his thoughts, and then he was orgasming hard, again.
"Nnnnngh. N- no mooore."
"Shhhh. No more right now." Rocky stroked his back tenderly, before delving back to his sopping hole and fondling his pussy, "Although eventually the eggs have to come out."
Grace groaned in despair and Rocky chittered somewhat meancingly.