Egg Laying Kink Novels & Stories

Her cheeks turned red, her eyes were moist, and a few moans occasionally escaped from her tightly closed lips. "Speak up. Tell me your feelings. "I increased the frequency of the vibration. She couldn't help but retreat and curl up in my arms. "Speak up. I will give you more pleasure." I lowered my head and kissed her cheek, lifted her leg, and stuffed the whole egg into her hole. The end of the vibrating egg was tied with a thin rope, exposed at her door of her hole. I fiddled with the thin rope and scraped her moist hole with my fingertips.

“A shame, as she was a fine producer. 46 successful clutches, each one at least 8 eggs.” In the next room is a group of what appears to be children around the age of 6. They were in various shades of creamy brown to dark chestnut, their hair golden curls to platinum frizz. They are lying in beds, restrained inside of strange beds that are encased in glass. “Your Highness will be pleased to hear that our new growth formula is decreasing the time for them to reach maturity from 50 years to just 10. These new glass pods that you designed suit this task perfectly. We are now able to pump mating pheromones into these pods twice a day, which is much more efficient than when we were mixing it into

"Ride faster, human. Milk me for more." I bounced and ground, chasing another peak. He added tentacles into my ass alongside the ovipositor. The extreme stretch sent me flying. Orgasms rolled through me nonstop. Vexar flipped us again, taking me from behind while lifting one leg high. Powerful strokes that made my swollen belly shake. "Feel them move inside you. This is true compatibility." "Yes—give me more. Breed me completely." I pushed back desperately. He roared and unleashed the final massive deposit. Eggs and glowing cum filled me until I looked visibly pregnant. The sensation triggered the strongest orgasm yet. My whole body convulsed in pleasure.

Their senses were clouded dubiously, they no longer cared for the upgrading sounds of their sex. Soon, Zayn shoots his load into her body, filling her little vagina with his load. Their sweaty bodies panted for air, she softly removes the tank top on her face. "So fucking good... I think I have a new kink." She says to him. "Yeah?" He scrunches his face up, rolling over after pulling out of her. "Bondage." His eyebrows jump with shock. "I never took you'd be one of those girls to like bondage, Cassie. Good."

Kinks: possession, doll fetish, rough sex Lila lay in her bed, the soft glow of her nightlight casting shadows across the room filled with her collection of dolls. At eighteen, she still clung to these childish comforts, especially on nights when her mind wandered to the forbidden stories she read in secret—tales of dark magic and hidden desires that made her cheeks flush. Her bedroom was a sanctuary of pastel walls and stuffed animals, but tonight, an unease prickled her skin. She shifted under the thin sheet, her soft pale body clad only in a loose tank top and panties, the summer heat making sleep elusive. Her wide eyes stared at the ceiling, curious thoughts swirling about the porcelain

"That is our third but first child. The first two got stolen and eaten by a higher... predator. Our species can only reproduce five times in our entire lives. And my mate said she would eat leaves meant to make her infertile if this third egg got stolen as well." "Uhm, I have a question, sir," said Myles. "Ask away," the snake shifter urged. "Does your species only lay one egg at a time. And is the laid egg that big or..." "I'll answer the second question first. The egg is originally the size of a duck's egg. As the months pass, it absorbs magical energy from the surroundings and turns from white to red and then black. Those green lines on the egg you saw my mate guarding yesterday meant it

She could feel his sticky fingers playing with her clit, gently but firmly pinching the small pea-sized bundle of nerves. "Oh, this." Before she could pull her legs together, his hand swiftly spread her thighs. A yelp escaped her lips at the roughness, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs before he was forcefully pushing a small vibrating egg into her tight opening. Rara struggled. "This will keep you company for a while." "Take it out, please!" Rara cried out at the high intensity as the egg vibrated violently inside her. The rhythmic hum stimulated her endometrium, a wild sensation rushing through her nerves. She squirmed when Kilian ran his tongue over the rim of her lips dam

KINKS: Exhibition, Voyeurism, Pet Play, Naked pet, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Edging, Rough sex, Choking, Biting, Marking, Multiple Orgasms, Food Play, Collaring, Degradation mixed with praise, Sensory overload, Overstimulation, Blood drinking, Edging and Teasing. ELEANOR'S POV Following the trail of the juice on my breasts, he smears it even lower with two fingers, circling my nipples until they ache. Then he lifts the fingers to my lips; “Lick it clean, pet," His cold voice comes out commanding, dipping on a sultry edge. "Show them how obedient you are.” With my gaze still downcast, I lean forward, sticking my tongue out and lapping the sticky sweetness from his cold fingers. But that doesn'

I deadpanned. “Yes, and I’m sure Miss Loveson would appreciate the... visual clarity a video demonstration provides.” “Knotting is done between bonded pairs, or those with ruts and heats. It’s to seed the man’s essence and increase the chances of pregnancy.” “That’s all true,” Rowan smirked. “But it’s more than just biology. It’s primal. Raw. Intense. I’m telling you—when you’re knotted, it’s like nothing else exists. You feel everything. The stretch, the pressure, the heat. It’s addictive.”

He tied a rope around her waist, securing the egg in place, just as he had with Mellisa. Barbara’s pussy clenched around the egg, a rhythmic pulse that made her moan. She couldn't deny the pleasure, the intense, overwhelming pleasure that flooded her. Her mind screamed no, but her body screamed yes. Her body wanted more... Dylan pulled out a second set of clamps, placing them on her nipples. Barbara gasped, a sharp, choked sound. The pain was exquisite, a searing agony that mingled with the pleasure from the egg, creating a dizzying, intoxicating cocktail. Her nipples hardened further, straining against the metal.