Clara's finger traced down the length of Isaac's shoulder, intriguing the redhead with its bulk and well-defined muscle. The two were sharing the lounge chair on the deck of his condo, nine stories up; they'd finished breakfast minutes ago and had decided to take their conversation outside, revealing their inner thoughts about each other over all the time they had worked together and kept each other at arm's length for one reason or another.
"I keep thinking I'm going to wake up." Clara poked him. She had found her bra and panties, but hadn't bothered to put anything else back on. Isaac was wearing long drawstring pants and no shirt.
"I've been thinking that for a long time now." He brushed her red curles aside and kissed the nape of her neck, making her smile and close her eyes for a moment.
"What's it like? What else did she change besides this?" Her knee bumped his cock, still heavy even flaccid in his pants.
"My libido is barely controllable anymore. Every time I do this eggs thing for Nall, it changes me a little more. It seems to mostly be finished, though, it barely did anything to me at all last night when I..." He trailed off, searching Clara's expression.
"Made me lay eggs?" She smiled back.
"Yeah. Filled you up with Nall's eggs." Isaac kept himself from making his sigh of relief too sudden. That there was a beautiful woman -- two, actually, it seemed -- who would willingly subject themselves to the 'treatment' his new and expanded cock gave to the women he made love to, seemed too good to be true. For a week Nall had been mind-controlling girls into bed with him, making them bisexual so she could make love to them first and prepare their bodies to receive his potent semen, which would make their bodies expand with the eggs Nall needed to repopulate the extinct, human-like 'imnir' she was the last remaining member of.
"Filled me up..." She kissed his cheek, then nibbled his ear. "... with little imnir eggs..." Clara shook her hips suddenly. "It's so weird, but so hot! Oh, I can't wait to do it again."
"Will have to wait until later today. She said more than once every 24 hours is dangerous, chemical balance or something."
"I know. Relax, even I can contain myself." Clara grinned.
"Are you sure Nall didn't do anything in your head?" While, in a way, Isaac trusted Nall when she said Clara had worked with her shortly -- very closely, it seemed -- after his abduction, there was also a little voice in his head that made him want to ask the question. *Then again, that same voice told me not to do a lot of things that I ended up liking...*
"I'm sure. She did use it on me early on, to make me stay quiet and not call the police or anything. But it was very different, I know what it feels like now. Honestly?" Clara looked up, remembering. "She... isn't very good at it, I think. Something about it just seems really, I don't know, hamfisted? I can't make myself believe Nall could use her power to make me feel everything I do now." She glanced back at him. "That good enough?"
"Good enough for me." He snuggled her a little closer with the arm that was wrapped around her; his hand patted her back. "God damn, I wish I'd approached you sooner."
"So do I. But I'm just glad we're together now." She kissed him, and it lasted longer than either expected. It broke almost a minute later, and she continued. "We do have a lot of catching up to do. I wonder how much time Nall will let us have together..."
There was a sudden shout from inside, and both instantly recognized the throaty voice. Isaac groaned. "Speaking of..." The sliding door slammed open, and in the doorway was the bright red Nall -- her alien coloration restored after her egg-laying last night. Isaac hadn't known that impregnating her again would cause her to lose the human-like coloration she'd made him give her more than a week ago, but he enjoyed the sight anyway. Somehow, Nall looked more like herself, cute yet utterly foreign. Currently, she also looked very angry and confused.
"What the *hell*, Isaac! Did you do this to me last night? I *told* you not to test me!" Indignation and fury burned in her eyes; given the power over him and others she'd displayed, he probably should have been justifiably scared. For some reason, at the moment, he felt a strange confidence he couldn't put his finger on the source of. He saw she was holding an item in her hand -- he looked closer, and saw it was the bent warp beacon from last night.
"No, I didn't, you went back to looking, uh, normal, from the moment you began laying eggs." Shortly after he'd impregnated Clara, his red-headed former assistant and now lover had insisted that Nall be given the same treatment. For the first time in more than a week, he'd gotten to slide his cock into Nall's warm, wet pussy, and fill her up with eggs. Isaac's eyes narrowed. "But then, I didn't have to tell you that, Nall. Why didn't you just read my mind?" He was asking himself as much as her.
"I told you before. I can't, and wouldn't bother to, read every damn thought going through your head." She folded her arms. When she'd copied the contents of his brain's language center on top of her own, not only had she apparently forgotten the bulk of the native imnir languages she spoke, she'd also begun to pick up the common non-verbal language that Isaac used. It makes her easier to read than she probably realizes...
"Really?" Isaac turned, easily moving Clara's skinny body along with his own weight as he sat up and sideways on the lounge chair, his elbows on his knees. "I would think that would be a pretty critical detail to not check first."
Nall was silent, looking even angrier. *Why is she so pissed off?* Isaac wondered to himself. *She has to know she can just do it to herself again. And it's not like she's planning on laying lots of eggs herself, that's why she keeps putting these other women in front of me.* Suddenly his alien captor spoke up again. "Well, come inside and get dressed. I want more waffles." Now she sounded almost petulant, like a child who wanted ice cream in exchange for silence. Isaac sighed.
