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Three days later, Elek is so horny he can’t think. He’s been like this since he fucking left – what Ine had said before, that bullshit about getting so horny in his third or fourth week of this, that’s not right, doesn’t match up. His tits are throbbing, are aching, and they’ve not grown that big yet, but they’ve definitely come out from being just tiny little swells. Now, they’re more like peaches than buds, and every touch against them makes his whole body quiver, especially brushes against his nipples.

It's actually sore, it’s so intense, even the smallest touch rapidly crashing over the line from pleasure into pain and back into pleasure again, and all of them have been touching him, haven’t stopped touching him since he came back.

His belly is fat and swollen with the eggs sloshing inside him – they’ve already gotten a little bit bigger, absorbing a little of the fluid they’re suspended in. There’s no reason they should actually feel any heavier, but somehow they do. Maybe it’s not that, maybe it’s just his body adjusting to the fact that he’s been filled up with them, with the extra weight around his middle, on his thighs, the strain on his lower back and his hips.

Even without the fact that every day, he’s desperately fucking horny and aches to be fucked, and keeps getting fucked.

The first day, Alecs knots him, pumps come into his guts; Andon’s spined cock slides over his tongue and catches in his throat; Soli and Lov fuck him too, sit him up between them as they both fuck his arse, and with every sink of him down onto their cocks, his belly sloshes, moves, is pressed on and palpated and played with.

He thinks that rest is what he’ll want, all he’ll want, that getting fucked so much that day, pumped as full of come as he is of eggs, that it will tire him out, will squeeze all the horniness out of him, but if anything, it just makes him more so. The second day he wakes up and feels his body burning with heat, feels feverish with it, sweat on his skin and a burning warmth expanding out from within him – it’s from the fluid, he’s pretty sure, and not just from whatever the plug is made of.

He isn’t tired, isn’t fucked out at all. He’s hornier than ever, and unlike before, he knows exactly what each of his party’s cocks feel like and exactly what they will feel like, fucking him again. He begs Andon to fuck him as soon as he’s awake, aching to feel the spines of his prick inside his arse, scraping at the ache inside him, and once Alecs is awake, he wants him too.

When he’d first come back to camp, Soli had gotten everyone to change apart their separate tents and combine them, and he doesn’t know how long Soli has been awake for, but when Alecs sighs and groans, stroking his palms back and forth over Elek’s swollen belly, his knot buried in him, Elek looks across and sees that Soli is watching them.

He’s sitting up with his head rested on his palm, propped up on his elbow, and in the dawn light filtering in through the flap of the tent, slightly open where Andon had gone out to check their traps and set water boiling for breakfast, his face is beautifully illuminated, his golden eyes shining with the sands of home.

As Elek meets his gaze, Soli unpins the silk wrap he wears to protect his hair while they sleep, and Elek can’t help the soft sigh that falls out of his mouth as his hair falls free and Soli shakes it out.

Automatically, Lov sleepily rolls over and carefully combs through the coils with his fingers, his fingertips glowing with pale light as he untangles the one or two knots that have made themselves at home there.

Soli has brown skin, paler than Elek’s but with warmer undertones, and where Elek’s hair is naturally a lanky, anemic brown, barely even wavy – his father’s fault, his mother is fond of saying as she disapprovingly clucks her tongue – Soli’s hair is darker, richer in colour, tends to fall around his shoulders in coiled ringlets that bounce when he moves.

Andon shaves his head because he says that dungeons and their makers have a conspiracy to get as many sorts of gunk onto their victims as exist, but Soli always wears a very carefully enchanted hood on top of wrapping his hair before they go into the field, and he always seems to get lucky and avoid gunk and dirt and dust regardless.

“How’s the weight on you, Alecs?” Soli asks softly, and Alecs laughs – the movement beneath him makes Elek tremble in his lap, and he groans at the shift of come and eggs inside him, the judder of Alecs’ swollen knot spreading open his arse. He can feel the heat of Alecs’ chest, feel the hair on it, underneath the rounded swell of his pregnant belly, and leaning back as he is, he can only just see Alecs’ face.

“It’s nice,” Alecs rumbles, and squeezes the swell of Elek’s belly between his two palms, making Elek groan. His cock and stuffed cunt are throbbing, and he wishes he could reach between their bodies and touch himself, but there’s something frustrating about the position, his belly resting on Alecs’ stopping it from brushing the tip of his own cock.

He can’t get any friction like this, can’t touch himself, and it’s infuriating when he’s so fucking horny, when he craves stimulation, aches for it, not only to be full, not only to be fucked, but to come and come and come.

“Lets me imagine it’s me that got him full like this,” Alecs muses, drumming his fingertips against Elek’s skin and making him shiver. “After he’s done laying all these snake eggs, I’ll get him pregnant next. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Elek?”

“Of course he would,” Soli says, pushing himself up from the floor, and Elek leans toward him.

“Please,” he says.

“Please what, darling?” Soli asks, reaching out, and Elek reflexively opens his mouth as Soli reaches out and toward him, letting Soli’s thumb slide over Elek’s lips, onto his tongue. When Soli presses down against it, Elek groans.

“Please,” he says, slurring the word around Soli’s thumb. “Lemme— Suck you.”

“Oh, I think you need to come yourself before you bring yet another man to orgasm this morning, don’t you, Elek? First Andon, now Alecs – why, we’re supposed to be taking care of you.”

He does want it, he does want to come, and almost automatically, he leans up on his knees – Alecs’ knot is still huge within him, staunchly settled against the tight rim of his arse, and the movement tugs pointlessly at it, but it does make Alecs groan in pleasure. The weight of his belly is nearly insurmountable, and he stares down at himself, at the roundness of his fat stomach, and then at the growing mosquito bites that are slowly growing into tits.

“I need to,” Elek says stumblingly, “I can’t reach my cock—”

“Oh, but we don’t need your cock,” Soli says, making a subtle gesture with his hand and directing a nod to Lov, who crawls forwards as Soli steps over Alecs and settles on his knees on Elek’s other side. “I know that your serpentine friend talked about a week, but that’s such a long time to wait, and your little tits are growing so nicely. What say Lov and I encourage them to milk, hm?”

“Encourage them?” Elek repeats, and then feels suddenly hot and afraid all over. “Wait,” he says, going still and nervously looking between Soli and Lov each as they lean in closer. “They’re so— they’re so sensitive—”

“We know,” says Lov, and as one he and Soli put their mouths around his nipples, and Elek howls.

Beneath him, Alecs groans in pleasure, because Elek’s arse must be tightening and fluttering around him, squeezing, because the hot, wet heat around each of his nipples is the most intensely agonising thing he’s ever felt. He’s making so much desperate noise he can’t stand it – he grabs a fistful of Soli’s beautiful curls at the same time he grips at Lov’s shorter, sandy mop, and he’s so torn between whether he craves it or can’t stand it that he arches his back and presses into their mouths at the same time he tries to drag them away.

Lov starts going between licking his nipple, flicking his tongue over the hard, swollen, aching nub, and grazing his teeth either side of it; at the same time, Soli sucks so hard on his nipple that his cheeks hollow, and the sensation threatens to make Elek dizzy, threatens to make him fucking faint.

He can feel it churning in him, it feels like, can feel the burning heat in the back of his tits as they grow and change and mature and work, and they are so fucking sensitive, it hurts, it hurts, and—

“Oh, fuck, yeah, he’s coming, shit,” hisses Alecs, and Elek has tears rolling down his cheeks as his orgasm rushes through him, as it shocks through the whole of his body like he’s tapped into an electric current, shuddering between the two men sucking on his chest and grinding himself helplessly down on the thick weight of Alecs’ knot filling his arse.

The swelling eggs stuffing his belly full are shifting inside him, knocking against one another, and the sound of the liquid around them is almost, almost audible now, although not as much as it was.

So dizzy his head is spinning, he falls forward, laying his head against Soli’s shoulder as the other elf sits up, and Soli laughs, stroking a warm, comforting palm up and down Elek’s back as Alecs’ knot finally begins to deflate.

Lov and Soli ease him up off the ground, and Elek just stays limp as a doll between them, unable to convince his legs to straighten out and make the effort to support his gargantuan weight.

When they bring him out of the shared tent and into the open air of camp, he feels the cool morning bite cruelly at him, his sweat-slick skin oversensitive, and Soli chuckles, sweet and rich, in his ear as he nudges him to sit by the fire.

“Bring a blanket out for him when you rise, will you, Alecs?” Soli calls over Elek’s head, and takes the kettle off the fire to make coffee – Lov replaces it with a flat cast iron pan.

“Eggs for breakfast, Elek?” he asks, looking greedily between Elek’s legs, at the way he’s fucked-open and soaked and pink around the rim with rough use.

“Yeah,” says Elek faintly. “Yes, please, Lov.”

“Surprised you think you can fit more in you,” Lov says with a wink, and Elek rolls his eyes instead of laughing, but can’t quite suppress his smile.