The Moonweaver Chronicles part 8

Story by Alkain on SoFurry

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#3 of The Moonweaver Chronicles


I woke up from a blissful dreamless slumber. By my side was the most gorgeous naga I had ever laid eyes on. It wasn't just her natural beauty either, the moment my eyes travelled downward along her elegant, slender frame, I noticed that she was carrying a clutch of eggs in her belly. In fact, upon gazing further downward, I quickly noticed that she wasn't alone in having acquired a bounty from last evening's passions.

I myself possessed a similarly bulging belly, filled to the brim with eggs. I could feel them inside me, having grown quickly, as is often the case with a demonic pregnancy. I gently rubbed my hand over her belly, feeling the life pulsing within her. It was a wonderfully warm feeling, that I couldn't help but get the slightest bit excited by.

Still though, now wasn't the time for that. She slowly began to stir. I gently held her down, before pointing to her elongated belly. I smiled at her, my tail wagging slightly in excitement for the events soon to play out. I could feel that they were soon to be for this world. My mind was racing at the thought of building a nest for the eggs, as is proper when intending on staying in one place for a while. We could use the bedsheets to aid us in this endeavour.

I quickly realized though that perhaps my heart wasn't racing from the excitement of the prospect of laying eggs for the first time in a while. It dawned on me that perhaps, no, quite likely, my heart was racing because the time to lay them was sooner than I had expected. Quite a bit sooner, right now in fact. The first contractions hit us at roughly the same time.

It might have been extremely romantic, the fact that we were both experiencing the same symptoms in synch with each other. That, sadly, didn't happen, not because it wasn't amazing as much as the fact that laying the eggs was quite attention consuming. The contractions weren't painful to me, my demonic heritage as well as the dragon blood running through my veins gave me a great deal of tolerance. She seemed equally collected, though the reason behind this phenomenon was lost on me.

It was still quite the exotic feeling. If you are accidentally mixing the word exotic with erotic at least. I would probably have had an erection if it wasn't for the fact that all the blood in my body seemed quite intent on flowing elsewhere for the moment. It was without a doubt a pleasurable experience all in all. This was likely because of all the hormones rushing through me, making me wet in the perfect place to assist in the delivery of the eggs that would soon be exiting my body.

I chuckled to myself at the thought of them leaving, making room for even more to replace them. The hormones running through my body had made me quite horny and I couldn't really get my mind off of sex, even though it was clear we would be hard pressed to perform such a feat in these circumstances. I helped her down, onto the floor, as we both got into the ideal position for laying eggs. Obviously, due to being different species with large anatomical differences, it wasn't quite the same position for each of us.

While I crouched down with my legs spread wide to assist in the birthing, she angled her body diagonally, so that the eggs would slide more easily out of her. As the first eggs of many to come, began to crown their way out of us, we both moaned in passion. The feelings were exquisite and wondrous. A plethora of eggs were on their way out of us and the experience was only going to get better from here.

Out they slid, it was quite a stretch, but our bodies managed to handle such a thing with grace. Of course, grace being a euphemism for lewd pleasure coursing through our bodies. The eggs only came out faster, I hardly noticed the third one as it followed so closely behind the second. They were sliding out almost too quickly, I was somewhat sad and for a moment even tried to hold them back a bit, trying to prolong the pleasant sensations.

Still, to all good things must come an end and this was certainly no exception. Being as phenomenal as the sensations were, they were certainly scripted to end soon. All too soon, they unfortunately did end, the wellspring of pleasure finally running out. Though not quite abandoning us, it left a pleasant buzz between us.

As she was reeling in the sensations of our prodigious outputting, I began to construct a nest for our progeny. I laid a few pillows in the center and twisted some of the sheets to build a strong enough wall to keep the eggs from escaping the safe haven I had built for them.

I gathered up all seventeen eggs, laying them gently and cautiously in our nest. I guided the beautiful creature that had I had just shared an immensely intimate experience with around them. I laid down with her and we both found ourselves relaxing together, nuzzling each others chests and necks, giving gentle kisses to one another.

Eventually, I laid against her chest, It was warm and comfortable. I teased her breasts for a bit as she scratched behind my ears. I murred in content at the feeling before eventually falling asleep, not only in her arms but also her coils. A more pleasant experience I could not quite recall feeling.