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The Egg Layer and the Voyeur

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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"Unff..."

The cougar groaned, sitting on the chest at the foot of the bed that he shared with Fyr, his wife. It was not a usual place for him to sit and, frankly, just a piece of furniture that he would usually curse out for bumping into in the dead of the night, though it proved to be quite useful that evening.

The demon cougar sat back, the softer top of the chest, some sort of padding strapped to it that his wife had put there so that it could be used as a seat, pressing up against him. His long, brown tail lashed lazily, as if he had all the time in the world for what he was there for, a low growl rising from his lips. He trembled there, paw moving back and forth along his cock, squeezing the flesh that he was so familiar with, the uncut shaft aching for more.

"Mmmph... Yes..."

He growled, rolling his hips lightly, though he barely lifted them from his seat, his knees pushed apart, chuffing lowly, the sound rising from the back of his throat. With four, green-skinned tentacles undulating around him, the tips hung as if they were heavily, plump and full as if, in the moment of lust, they had become cocks themselves. It was not a look that was often present on the tentacles, but Ropes knew what that meant, all as a demon of lust.

He groaned. It was time to lay. And nothing could take a demon back from that point, not once the ritual had begun.

It was good, however, that it had come to take place in the soft, comforting confines of his bedroom, the familiar wood furnishings and the soft, lavish bed settling to him. Egg-laying could make demons feel "nesty", almost broody, though there was a bigger part of him still that ached to fill, to actually lay the eggs within the body of a willing partner, as he had done so very many years ago. Maybe that time would come again, but the eggs groaning inside him, shifting along the lengths of his tentacles, had to be laid immediately, there was no other thing for it.

Goo dripped from the heads of his tentacles, his body keener than ever to lubricate the way for the eggs to come, though he was certain that the laying would be as easy as it ever had been. The slow slide of his paw along the length of his shaft came more and more urgently, though Ropes did not want to speed up either, not even as the old, wooden chest creaked ominously under him. If it didn't take his weight during the laying, he would have even more trouble on his paws...

Yet the eggs had to come, even goo drooling from his cock like pre-cum, an off-white but thicker, gloopier. It could not possibly be mistaken for pre-cum, especially in the quantities that his body was producing it, grunting, fighting the urge to roll forward, for his body sought something more in the heat of the moment. A change in position, a shift in demeanour - oh, it was all there, though he would not stop the smile from stretching his black lips wide as he growled and pointed his knees apart, balls resting softly on the padded top of the chest.

No... No, the moment was for him, goo dripping all over, marking his thighs, even his shoulders as two of the tentacles rested there. He kissed the side of one as if it was a separate entity, murmuring encouragement.

"There you go... Mmm... Here they come..."

The first egg came slowly, from the higher tentacle closest to his left shoulder. Down and down and down the length of the green tentacle it travelled, a bulge that could not possibly be mistaken for anything else, pushing out goop and goo before it. The head of the tentacle dropped down between his legs, close to the carpet, swelling and aching pleasantly as it strained around the white egg.

"Mmmph..."

Ropes groaned, the strain something that his body wanted to lean into, for there was not a touch of pain to be had there. Pleasure, ecstasy, bliss: they were all the callings of a demon of lust and his way in life, for the sheer number of years that he had lived, was not due to change anytime soon.

The egg plopped to the carpet and he yowled like a feral, fighting the urge to buck and thrust, ejaculating, though, that time, the cougar had not even been aware that he had been that close to orgasm. Even then, there were new things to discover about himself, clenching his jaw, lashing his tail, as his balls unloaded and something pushed its way up through his cock, even as another tentacle and another laid eggs in the rapidly growing pile between his hind paws.

For it was not only his tentacles that would be doing the laying there, expending the lust of so many souls that he had fed on, all for their mutual pleasure and benefit. With his head falling back, he squeezed and coaxed the egg out of his cock, pressing up around the base of it as if to squeeze it out of his shaft like a tube. Of course, his body was nowhere near that plaint, though the sensations sent prickling teases of stimulation through him, prickling into goosebumps, panting through an open mouth.

"Oh, fuck, yes..."

He didn't hear the door creak open to the bedroom, though it was not as if the cougar would have stopped anyway. He wasn't doing anything wrong there, least of all in front of his dear wife.

"Ropes, what are you...doing?"

Fyr trailed off, standing in the doorway, her head tilted slightly to the side, her lower jaw falling slack. Whether that was in horror or mere surprise at what her demon husband was doing was up for debate, however. Before her eyes, his tentacles writhed, two bulges at once travelling down the long, sinuous length of one as it twisted around behind his body to deposit two eggs in a gleaming pile of creamy goo on the bed, staining her new bedspread. The dragoness' fingers twitched to stop it, but she knew from past experience, even if not in the same situation exactly, that she was powerless to do anything about her husband when he had set his mind to something. When it looked like it was something that his body was doing without his conscious will, a physical need, well...she wasn't going to play with fire. He would have respected her the same.

Ropes glanced at his wife, ears twitching, a smirk pulling at his lips, though he did not stop what he was doing, completely nude, splattered with his goo, the slick feel of his eggs pushing through his tentacles oddly alluring. It was not something that he had honestly considered so closely before, but he took the time to investigate it, how it felt as if the eggs were being squeezed softly down tunnels that were too small for them, tentacles gripping them tightly. Yet there was more than enough pliancy and flexibility for them to drop out the other end, the head of the tentacles where the slits lay straining wider and wider until they reached the widest point of the egg.

The tapered end was no trouble, slipping free with a soft plop, and Ropes yowled, blinking at the eggs scattered around him, some on their own, others in small piles. There would be more to come and he panted heavily, chest shuddering with breath, as he ached and "pushed" another out of his cock. It appeared as if there should have been pain around it, for nothing of that size should have been able to come out of a normal anthro's penis, though he handled it better than any demon, truthfully.

It was better for him, of course, when he could take lust from the moment, drinking down and greedily almost feeding on his own sexual energy. Having Fyr there helped, adding a little voyeuristic thrill to the moment too, his tail swishing back and forth over the foot of the bed.

"Why..." Fyr shook her head, unable to take her eyes off her husband. "How is this happening? Why are you laying eggs? Are they mine?"

Ropes laughed softly, though it was short as he pushed out more eggs, hazily enjoying the pressure of them travelling down his tentacles, the ripeness of the goo infiltrating the air. It was laced with pheromones, heightening his need even as his wife's tongue too flickered curiously from between her lips. He doubted she would join, though there was a reason that he had not made sure that she was out of the house too before the laying was to commence, the need having stirred within him days ago.

"No..." He murmured, mysterious, eyes dancing with the pale orbs, no iris or pupil to be seen in their glow. "They're not viable, mmm..." He shuddered, arching his back sensually. "But dragons lay eggs too, Fyr, you should know that. Why shouldn't I let you see just one more thing that a demon can do?"

She shook her head, rolling her eyes at the antics of her husband, yet again. It was hardly unusual for him, though the dragoness with crimson scales and yellow stripes around her sides, which weren't visible under her clothes at that time, wondered whether it should be considered horrific or erotic. There was certainly something sexual about it and she only knew a little of what a demon was capable of... Frankly, the dragoness wasn't so sure that she wanted to know the entirety. It would most likely have been far too much for her to handle at any time. Dribs and drabs, snippets of his heritage, were all she could take when her love for him was full, lifting her heart.

Still, she stood and she stared, her eyes following the path his paw took, up and down, along the length of his cock. Another paw caressed a tentacle, softly and soothingly as if the cougar that the tentacle was attached to was aware that it was doing so much work. But where were the eggs even coming from? It wasn't like he was swollen or looked pregnant in any way, as if he was actually carrying any eggs.

Fyr shuddered.

Yeah, I'm leaving that one aside for now...

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Some things were better left well enough alone, especially if Ropes was doing it to get a reaction. He licked his lips, his pale eyes somehow managing to smoulder even then. The dragoness shook her head, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

"You don't have to make such a big deal of it..."

Fyr tried to sound bored, though she was fascinated, burying it under years of being married, not knowing that there was more to her husband than she had originally expected. Of course, she'd known he was a demon before they'd gotten engaged, but the extent of that was still becoming apparent.

Ropes growled, his tentacles squelching with a heavy load of goo, dripping and oozing as if they were preparing for something bigger to come or perhaps a larger number of eggs. It looked a lot messier than it was, the goo clinging to any surface that it touched, a fair amount around the eggs themselves, pooling and gripping.

"You can watch what it looks like when I lay eggs then," he grunted, two tentacles splaying on either side of him to drop two eggs, simultaneously, on the outsides of his hind paws. "A little preview..."

Fyr swallowed hard. She hadn't thought of what it would mean to lay an egg, for they had talked about having children and not quite gotten around to it yet. But there was something in her that told the dragoness that, despite Ropes' best intentions (and even those were doubtable), the moment was not for her, not there, not ever. There was something there that could only be for a demon and a demon alone, though she played the voyeur, not sure how to feel as her stomach tied itself up into knots.

He, however, could do all he liked right there even with her watching, slipping forward to the very edge of the chest, balls hanging off, aching and churning with cum. So many sensations that he had not felt since the last time he had laid eggs (it was an infrequent affair and, truthfully, not one that he had to engage in - it was merely enjoyable) curled through him, sending prickling fingers of heat deep into his being. As a demon, he may have been well aware that it was impossible for the cum within one's nuts to churn like that, almost as if it was frothing, though that did not stop his mind from filtering through the strange sensations with a low moan, his body forming more eggs to push out.

"Mmmph!"

He growled, clenching his jaw hard so that it was swallowed up in a moan, tail pressing down over the chest as he fed another egg, almost lovingly, up his cock. It moved higher and higher, closer to the tip, with squelches and lewd sucks of goo, until the white round of the larger end blossomed out the head. The slit of his cock parted more and more widely to get around it, to coax the egg out into the bedroom, a tentacle poised ready to catch it, even if there was no harm to come of them or to them. He huffed and grunted, though it was more for show than anything else, putting it all on for Fyr, hiding the smirk from his lips while he showed off for her.

"Mmm... Yes... Nearly there..."

He grunted shortly, the tip of his tail twitching as the egg finally plopped out into the world, moving quickly once it had squeezed past the widest portion. The eggs were soft skinned, the type of shells that would harden when in prolonged contact with air, though Ropes most likely would not keep them around. His mind would not even remain on them after the laying itself, almost as if they had never existed to him. Even being a demon, he was a feline who very much lived in the moment.

The cougar groaned, forgetting the egg as his tentacles moved it aside, making way for more. There was no telling how many eggs would come once the laying had begun, though his tail lashed back and forth in rampant excitement. Who wouldn't want to see how many, to languish in so many sensations that they could have threatened to overwhelm even his mind?

His tentacles flowed around him like ripples of water, bulge after bulge moving down their length, so long, so soft, so sinuous. Even if there was a foot between each bulge of an egg, it was difficult for him to lay so many in quick succession, grunting shortly and sharply as his whole body juddered with every one that popped out. A lewd squelch of goo heralded the arrival of each egg, dropping them onto the carpet, onto the bed, even a couple sliding off his thighs. The cougar no more cared where they ended up as to the mess he made. But perhaps he would when his wife got on his case afterwards...

That could have been why it was so hot, to him, to have her there watching him, almost caught up in morbid fascination. His eyes locked onto his wife as he purred, Ropes' throat trembling, stroking his cock, needing more. His free paw drooped to rub his nuts, caressing them briefly, easing a little discomfort that had grown there, his body urging him on into more. As a demon, what else was he to do than to listen to such urges?

He'd never ignored them before and he was not about to start then, growling with a throaty rumble that tangled itself into the purr. Ropes was barely aware of what sounds he was even making as lust got the better of him, riding the wave of pleasure as the skin of his shaft moved back and forth. The sound of his paw on his cock filled the room, even with the gloop and slurp of goo helping his tentacles lay the eggs, the head of his cock exposed and then covered again as his uncut length was pleasured.

"Unfff..."

He groaned, though there was no holding back as he climaxed again, shuddering in place, tentacles writhing, though the weight of the eggs travelling down their lengths (and there was a lot of length there to traverse) pulled them down. For once, they were rendered less mobile than usual, sending a little thrill through the cougar, but he did not stop, not as his cock painted his paw and his length in a creamy load of cum.

Pump after devious pump of cum poured from him, though it was a respectable load and something lost in the copious amounts of goo. In the wake of orgasm, as pleasurable as it had been, another egg pushed up needily through his cock, slopping from the tip and to the ground, helped along with the lubrication of his cum too.

It was a show he would have put on many times over purely for the fun of it, though the cougar had no sense of rush about him. Eggs bumped into one another on the bed and on the carpet and, out of the corner of his eye, he caught Fyr frowning, though he took more amusement than he should have from riling her up. They'd been married long enough, even without children, and the teasing of her, over the years, simply had never stopped. Whether that meant they got on well, over time, or not was another question indeed, though at the bare minimum spoke of their relationship.

He invested himself in self-pleasure, something that Ropes did not honestly get to enjoy as much as he could have. He was always with someone when it came to eroticism and the lure of his paw had not been at play for many years, grunting, chuffing, even yowling when an egg that was ever so slightly larger worked its way out of him. It took force, yes, muscles that he had not thought about pulsing and rippling gently down the lengths of his tentacles, helping to push the eggs out, the pressure engaging. It made him think about what he was doing, focusing on the moment, forgetting where he was, even that he was being watched.

The demon growled, licking his lips, the moment at hand working itself to a crescendo. It had to come, the driving need, the pressure of something urgent within him that Ropes could not put a name to. He stood shakily, his legs apart, finding his strength and his balance, tentacles splayed out as if they would help there. They might have, to be fair, under normal circumstances, though the weight of them was all off with odd numbers of eggs coming down, more and more rapidly.

Very dimly, he heard Fyr gasp but did not know where the sound had come from, panting heavily as sweat dampened his fur in dark patches, the air laden with pheromones. For a demon who leaned into the moment too much could not be held to task for slipping away into an even more feral state of mind, his body driven to lay his eggs, every last one of them, and no more than that. Nothing else entered his mind as his lips peeled back from his teeth in a wild snarl, his tentacles all pooling together to pile every egg in one spot between his feet.

Nothing else mattered, not even his wife's strangled cry at the mess he was making there, though Ropes would not have stopped even if he had realised. Pleasure wracked his body as if he was having orgasm after orgasm without spending it in ejaculation, though he rocked his hips through the grinding delight even so. The cougar's tail could not be still, lashing the air in a release of tension, his body aching, rumbling, spending every egg that was still left come.

For the grand finale, even if Ropes was unaware that that was what it was at the time, the pile of eggs before him grew and grew. As if his body was trying to force the eggs from him as quickly as possible, one followed the other in quick succession, though it was erratic from which tentacle the next egg would drop. The suck and slurp of them slopping noisily from the straining heads of his tentacles filled the air, a cacophony of pants and moans, head falling back in the heat of the moment.

Yet it was just for him, all for him, languishing right there, where a demon of lust belonged. His tentacles trembled, unable to hold back for a single moment more, ejaculate building up more and more in them. They churned and rumbled and squelched as load after load of built-up seed within them poured out all out once, sending eggs splattering right along with it, even though they would have come out well enough on their own. Lust could not be controlled as he spent pump after pump of lust from his cock too, not aiming for anything in particular, his thighs marked with cum, mixing with the goo as it squelched from him.

Yet it was the rolls of pleasure, coming more and more quickly, that had him chuffing in ecstasy the most, shifting his weight, losing track of his position, though it did not matter. Nothing mattered, nothing at all, not as his body took all it needed and spent even more, throb after throb pushing through him, eggs splattering into the gooey mess he had made. They popped out, one after the other, his roar of impending, blistering orgasm filling the room, tail and tentacles lashing despite the comfortable exhaustion lining his body.

It was worth it. All worth it. For him and to see the look on Fyr's face...

His tentacles writhed, forcing out the last eggs at long last, his cock devoid of any more to come also, only a load of semen to bring the cougar's lustful rendezvous to a high. It pulsed through him, carrying him to high after high as if he was experiencing one orgasm after another with no refractory period, even though the cougar's cock had not softened in the slightest throughout the entire blissful ordeal. Yet such an ordeal for a demon would not be something that any would turn away from, not even with all the mess, the piles and piles of eggs surrounding Ropes betraying all that had happened.

He could not have said quite how long it took his body to empty itself of every drop of cum that his kinky frame had to give, his tentacles twisting, marking the walls, drooling and dripping until they were good and gone. They softened around him, coming back to rest on his shoulders and thighs, slumping back down to the chest at the foot of the bed, for he was suddenly in need of a little stability in a moment that threatened to tip even him off-balance. His breath came in laboured, heavy pants, though the cougar was just where he wanted to be, relaxing in the afterglow, completely having forgotten that his wife had been there at all.

He was brought, rather rudely, back to reality by her drumming her claws on the doorframe.

Standing in the doorway as the demon collapsed back on the bed with a happy purr, in the mess of goo and eggs, Fyr shook her head slowly.

"You're going to clean all of this up, right?"

The smirk her husband gave her by no means reassured her that he was going to do his fair share...

But the cougar had gotten his share and more in the evening of egg-laying lust.