Two Scientists Pt 02

Getting back to camp that night is an absolute agony.

Elek only just manages to belt his robe closed over his fucked-full belly, the bulge visible under his clothes -- the under tunic he hadn't even been able to put on, has it folded in his back, and with every step he takes, he can feel the eggs inside him shifting and moving, knocking against one another where they're suspended in the nourishment fluid. He has to walk with his thighs spread apart, waddling pregnant and clumsy -- his cunt is throbbing, and his cock is rubbing up against the base of his fattened belly.

Camp isn't that far from town, less than a fucking mile, and yet by the time it's within sight he is so agonisingly horny that his head is spinning, that he feels dizzy -- there's sweat all over his skin and his thighs ache and feel weak from carrying all the extra fucking weight. He's leaning heavily on his staff to keep himself upright, and he has to stop to piss about twelve fucking times, because his bladder is so crushed by all the naga eggs inside him that even a mouthful of water goes right through him and is desperate to come out again.

He had hoped against hope that, at the very least, he might be very lucky and be the first one back, but he finds that instead, he's last.

Alecs is sprawled on his belly beside the fire, kicking his legs like a fucking schoolgirl as he sketches out alchemical charts in his notebook, and Andon is sitting beside him, sat back with one of his legs extended and the other up for him to lean his elbow on, his feet flat on the floor.

Soli and Lov are sitting at one of the fold-out tables playing chess, Lov sitting cross-legged with his fingers steepled in front of his face, the tips of his index fingers pressing against his lower lip. His expression is focused and concentrated on the board, his eyebrows knitted together.

Soli, naturally, is barely paying attention -- he's sitting to the side, a book in his lap that he's paging through, and as soon as Lov moves his piece, he reaches across without turning his head and makes his retort. He doesn't even look at the board as he says, "Check."

"Fuck's sake," Lov groans, and Soli laughs and turns the page.

"Oh, you're back," he says, glancing up. "You took longer than expected -- and you look... hot. What, did you run back?"

"Did you get everything?" Alecs asks, leaving his notebook open on his bedroll as he gets to his feet.

"Yeah, here," Elek says, dropping his bag off his shoulder and trying not to groan aloud at the sudden shift in weight on his shoulders, his belly giving a painful cramp. He's so painfully full he can't stand it, his lower back twinging, and he starts to walk toward his tent, but Alecs is in front of him, and his eyes are alight.

Elek stands stock still, staring at him.

"Alecs, I'm fucking tired, I'm not in the mood to--"

"You stink of sex," Alecs says, his nostrils flaring, and Elek turns his head away, feeling his cheeks burn red with heat. Alecs' ears, tufted with fur and tipped in black, shift toward the top of his head, and Elek looks at him, at the hair thick on his body, is embarrassed as all fuck to see that the wolfman's tail is wagging.

"Do you have to be such an invasive prick?" Elek retorts.

Every other morning, Alecs will look at Elek and waggle his eyebrows because Elek's woken up wet or has touched himself before crawling out of his bedclothes, or he'll suddenly whirl and sniff the air because something unexpected in conversation has turned him on, has interested in, whether it's because he's actually getting wet or because his heart is beating faster, or just because something else about his scent has changed.

He's fucking sex-obsessed, and he's always going on and on about interspecies dynamics, about certain creatures and monsters and their biologies, and if he's not talking about what things eat or about their predator and prey behaviours or about their places in the food chain or their histories or their mythologies, he'll be talking about how they have sex, how they mate, how they breed.

He knows that Elek isn't that sexually experienced, too, has said that he can smell that on him, although Elek doesn't think that's true, that he's just a good judge of behaviour and Elek's a shit liar.

"You've had sex," Alecs says again, advancing on him, and Elek takes a step back and his foot lands on uneven ground, making him grunt at the shock it sends up his aching spine, because his swollen belly sloshes, and he feels the eggs inside him clink against one another.

Alecs must hear it, because suddenly he's staring down at Elek's belly, and he's saying, "Oh, fuck yes. You got egged? Who? What species are they? Smells reptilian--"

"Alecs!" Elek groans, but Alecs is ignoring him, has stripped off Elek's belt and thrown it aside, and Elek whimpers as Alecs bares his body to everybody in camp. His belly is big and pregnant, stretch marks visible on the sides, his belly button pushed outward by everything that's stuffing him full.

"Guys, look how fucking big he is," Alecs says, and Elek turns his head away so that he doesn't have to feel all their eyes on him.

"Fuck me," Andon muses aloud. "No wonder it took you a while to walk back. Did everyone in town take a turn on you, magic boy?"

"A sphragis!" Alecs says enthusiastically, and Elek yelps as Alecs' hand slides between his legs, the heel of his hand clumsily tapping against Elek's swollen cock as he taps his fingers against the material of the seal, nudging at it. "A naga, then? How many eggs are you in you? They don't smell fertilised -- what's all this, nourishing fluid?"

Both palms land against the naked flesh of his belly, making the eggs and liquid in him slosh harder, and Elek sobs out a noise, his knees going weak, but Alecs has caught him before he's even gotten near the floor.

"You're such a fucking pervert," Elek growls, "let me go back to my tent and just--"

"No, no, you're a pervert," Alecs rumbles back, sounding anything but disapproving. "What, somebody said they'd give you a cheaper price if you let them get you eggnant?"

Elek's tongue stops in his mouth.

Alecs laughs at him, and Elek's humiliated by it, a flush rising up the back of his neck -- he presses his knees together and it makes the seal stuffing his cunt feel all the thicker. There's wetness all over the inside of his thighs, and he doesn't know if it's from him or drip from what's supposed to be sealed inside him.

"This is so cool," Alecs enthuses, easing Elek down onto his own bedroll, and Elek's too exhausted to fight, dropping his shoulders back against the floor. Alecs pushes on his thighs to spread them open wider, so that he can look better, and Andon is leaning forward to look as well -- Soli is staring over now, and Lov is stealing glances at him whenever he can tear them away from the game he's trying not to lose at. "Fuck, Elek, if I'd known getting bred was what would do it for you I'd have filled you full of pups months ago."

Elek whimpers, and beside him, Andon laughs.

"Don't be mean to him," Andon says. "He already looks about horny enough to burst."

"Fuck, this is hot," Alecs says. "I kinda wish you weren't a cuntboy, Elek -- some nagas, if you haven't got a pussy, they'll pump extra nourishing fluid into your ass and your mouth so they can stuff their eggs in you and you don't need to shit the whole time. Kind of have to keep you captive for that, though, because people absorb the nourishing stuff at such a high rate compared to how much they eat."

"You're disgusting, Alecs. Have any of us told you that recently?" Soli asks idly.

Elek is distracted, thinking about Ine holding him captive in his shop instead of letting him go and encouraging him to come back, thinking of Ine's twin cocks being shoved into his throat, into his arse, maybe into his cunt as well, thinks of being plugged full of so many eggs and so much liquid he can't even move.

"Gods, you're so wet," Alecs murmurs, and Elek moans in pleasure, his thighs spreading wider, his hands gripping at Alecs' bedroll, as Alecs grips either side of his lips and squeezes, his thumb and finger threatening toward Elek's painfully hard cock. "Elek, stop being embarrassed and start talking. How long are these gonna be in you?"

"Alecs--" Elek whines helplessly, trying to thrust up and into Alecs' hand, but it makes his full belly swing and jiggle, makes an audible slosh from inside him.

"Whoa," Andon says, and lays his hand on Elek's belly, making him whine. "Who did this?"

"Apothecary," Elek grunts. "His name's, ah, ungh, his name's Ine Partini."

"How much of a discount did he give you?" Soli asks in dry tones.

"Fuck off, Soli," Elek groans, and then yelps, his whole body jumping, as Alecs slides two wet fingers into his fucking asshole. His fingers are slick, Elek guesses from playing around his cunt, and Elek's hole is still relaxed -- Ine had told him his arse would be a bit relaxed from the work of the hormones inside him, the chemical aphrodisiac. "Alecs, I'm already full--"

"They go in so easy," Alecs says wonderingly. "How many times did you come?"

"A lot."

"They aren't fertilised?"

"Uh uh."

"How long does the seal last?"

"He wrote it down," Elek gasps out -- he can't bear to work himself back onto Alecs' fingers, has to just lie there as still as possible and take it as Alecs thrusts two of his fingers wet and deep into Elek's arse, his thumb pressing against the base of the yellow, opaque seal of secretion keeping his cunt closed.

Andon goes over to Elek's robe and rifles through his pockets until he has the scroll, unrolling it.

"Okay, okay," he says, reading aloud as Elek grips tightly at Alecs' bedroll and pushes his head back into the floor. It's like hearing Ine hiss it in his ears a second time as he reads off the stages, reads them off week by week, what will happen to his body, what will happen to the eggs, how horny he'll be, how wanting. Elek hadn't even read the note.

Andon is laughing.

"I'm assuming it's young Elek's party reading this note, as he'll like as not be too insensible to keep track of this note himself -- if you're reading this yourself, young man, well done indeed.

I assume it's not, though.

Here's an incentive to either bring young Elek back to me once he reaches his insatiably wanting stage, or to invite me to join you -- for each of my eggs successfully fertilised, grown to completion, and laid, I'll pay fifteen gold pieces. There are, I would estimate, forty or fifty eggs inside your handsome friend's cunt -- an enticing prospect, no doubt."

"Fuck, that's so much money," Elek groans. "He didn't even tell me he'd pay, it just sounded fucking hot!"

"You sound as bad as the dog," says Soli -- Elek doesn't manage a retort, because said "dog" is sliding his tongue into Elek's arse alongside his fingers, and Elek is wailing loudly. "Fucking Hell, Alecs, turn him over. You're wobbling him like a jelly in that position -- the eggs will be far more stable if you put him the other way up."

"Wait, wait, wait," Elek complains, but Alecs doesn't listen to him, gripping him by the hips and flipping him onto his front.

Soli has dropped his book aside and abandoned his game with Lov (Elek can scarcely focus on him, his eyes swimming with overwhelmed tears, but judging by Lov's slumped body, he's lost again), and Elek can hear him giving instructions -- orders -- to Andon.

"More pillows underneath him, Andon, take them from my tent if there's not enough in his. Pour him some water -- Lov, start brewing tea. Are you going to fuck him, Alecs?"

His voice is soft as he asks the question, and as Elek is supported by all the pillows stacked underneath his front, his belly brushing against the ground, hanging down beneath his chest and his knees, he sees, feels, that Soli is crouching down beside him.

Soli is an elf as well, but he's not exactly like Elek is -- Soli is the sort of elf people write stories about, the sort of elves people get dizzy over, Elek included. He's quiet and meditative and effortlessly commanding, so full with magic it radiates out from him whether he's using it or not.

"You want to fuck him, don't you, Alecs?" he asks quietly, because Alecs hasn't answered him -- his mouth is buried between Elek's arse cheeks and he's tonguing sloppily at and inside Elek's arse, pushing it so much deeper into him than any human's or elf's could, and the sensation is unspeakable, is utterly overwhelming. "You are an extraordinarily bestial thing, do you know that? Is it some sort of primal instinct on your part, do you think, to see our near-to-virginal friend's belly pregnant, and to want to stuff him even more, put your mark on him, get your scent in him?"

Alecs growls from low in his throat, and Elek jumps, making his belly jostle, at the nip of sharp teeth against his cheeks.

"Soli--" Elek whines.

"As if you're about to tell me you don't want it," Soli says dryly, leaning forward so that Elek can see his sardonic expression. "You just let a snake man put fifty eggs in your cunt when you won't even kiss a boy at a party -- you expect me to believe you don't want eight inches of dog cock in your backside?"

"He prefers it if you call it wolf cock," Andon says. "Not that he's in any state to tell you that. Is he in rut?"

"No, he's just stupid and a bit distracted," Soli says. "You can have it if you want it, Alecs, I'm sure you've earned it. Good boy, now -- fuck your bitch."

Elek screams as the tapered tip of Alecs' slick cock pushes against his rim, and then all at once slides forward, slides into him, stuffing his arse just like his cunt is full, and Elek sobs with overstimulation into the pillows he's leaned on as he comes.

It shocks through him like a lightning strike, his cunt fluttering, his arse squeezing and tightening around Alecs' cock, and over him Alecs howls as he begins to speed the thrust of his hips inside him, gripping at Elek with claw-tipped hands and slamming home with each thrust. His balls are hitting up against Ine's sphragis with every sheath of his cock in Elek's arse, and Elek doesn't know if he's ever going to be able to think straight again.

He's hot all over, and he doesn't know if it's embarrassment or humiliation or just straight-up horniness, straight-up pleasure -- sex has always struck him as so much of a distraction, as too vulnerable, somehow, as scary, or not scary in itself, but just way too easy to fuck up, to fumble. It's just been easier to say no than it has to say yes, and now he's getting fucked for the second time in as many hours, and Gods, maybe this is what he's been missing.

Beast cock, Alecs might casually call it -- Andon always says light-heartedly that that sort of thing can easily be offensive to one man or another, but Alecs always brushes him off and says that, "We just fuck better than humans and elves do, it's not like we can help it."

Alecs is growling wordlessly now, caught up in the rut as he stuffs as much of his cock into Elek's arse as he can get -- Elek can feel his knot swelling, and the thought makes him feel a bit faint, because had Soli actually been serious? Is his belly actually going to swell that much more with Alecs' come in his guts, when his belly's already about a third of his fucking body right now?

"Start cooking dinner, would you, Lov?" Soli asks. "All the vegetables -- Elek here is going to need his nutrients if we want to make these little snakes he's growing good and healthy, hm?"

A tiny keen ekes out of Elek's throat.

"You like that, do you, Elek?" Soli asks him softly, his head tilting to one side. When Elek looks into his eyes he sees where Soli grew up -- Elek is a forest lad, grew up in the woods at the edge of the Sweetlands, but Soli is from outside Nez, and he was raised in the Draconic Temple there. He used to walk the desert from one end to the other, barefoot in just his robes with a single skein of water, and he'd sustain himself on magic alone the month or two it took to traverse the sands.

When you look into his eyes, it's those dunes you see, sand on every horizon for miles and miles, broken up in places by stones or animals or patches of grass, but still, sand. More sand than Elek's ever seen in his life.

With a loud roar, Alecs is coming, and Elek chokes at the sudden flood of hot come that spurts into his guts, pumping into him as Alecs' bollocks draw up and release it -- it's so much hotter than the cool liquid Ine's second cock had pumped into him, so much thicker, heavier, and fuck, fuck, fuck, he can feel it. He can feel his guts cramping at the sudden impromptu enema, can feel Alecs' white come slosh and spurt as it's pumped deep into him, and worse of all (best of all) his belly is expanding.

He's stretching further with all the come being pumped into his guts, and it hurts, oh, Gods, it hurts, but it's so good. He can feel his skin stretching, can feel the uncanny shift inside him, and his organs feel like they're being crushed and squished out of the way, feels like his lungs are forced to empty out of every single bit of air that might be in him--

His stomach roils, suddenly, feeling like it's flipping over with the force of the come in him, and he blinks.

"Wait," he grunts, his throat fluttering, and then he feels himself gag, choke on air. "Wait--" He coughs, spluttering, and then he retches. White come spatters thick and so hot over his tongue, down his chin, spatters onto Alecs' bedroll -- there's so much come pumped into him that what he's thrown up barely even tastes of bile, instead just tastes salty and musky.

"Good dog," Soli says, and Elek hears Alecs' breaths as he calms slowly down, pulling his hands away from where they've undoubtedly clawed marks into Elek's hips and his thighs -- there's a roughness to his breaths that slowly relaxes, eases away.

"Fuck," he says, and then he tenderly strokes Elek's swollen belly, making him grunt. The first thing he manages to say, calmed down from his rut, is, "Hey, Elek, how big are your mam's tits?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Elek whispers.

"Wondering how big yours are gonna get," Alecs says, sounding casual for a man who's cock is currently embedded in Elek's arse, a man whose come Elek has just vomited onto his bedroll because it's gone through him so powerfully it's come out the other end. "We can drink it, right? Since Ine's young aren't gonna want it anyway, and since we'll be giving you extra portions of stuff at dinner to keep you healthy -- seems like a fair trade."

"What?" Elek asks. "No."

"It does seem like a fair trade to me," Soli says, his voice almost hypnotising, and hair stands up on the back of Elek's neck -- he doesn't know if it's from the erotic coil of Soli's voice around his libido or the fact that Alecs has just licked a stripe up the back of it, tasting his sweat. "I expect you'll be begging for it, in any case -- judging from the tone of that note he dispatched back with you, Ine sent you to us because you're going to be so taken away with arousal that it's going to take a crew of other men to keep you satisfied whilst you're harbouring his young inside you."

"You think you can come again?" Andon asks.

"Yeah," Elek says, reflexively, squeezing around the plug in his cunt and Alecs' knot in his arse -- Alecs groans.

"Can I fuck his face?" Andon asks -- he doesn't ask Elek, doesn't even look at him, but looks at Soli, asks Soli¸ and the idea makes Elek so abruptly mind-meltingly horny he doesn't actually say anything at first when Soli looks down at him askance, raising his eyebrows.

In absence of Elek saying anything at all, Soli says, "Yes, if you like -- try not to make him throw up again, hm? It's already going to be hard to get him to eat with so much of Alecs flooding his guts."