Page 19 of The Monster at the End of This Molt (The Monster at the End of His Pregnancy #4)

Chapter Nineteen

Robin

We had an egg! An egg!

It had been squishy enough to pass through the expanded opening in my cock. As soon as it dropped into our nest, it hardened into an oblong shape, thicker at the base than at the rounded top. Weld covered it with my slick while I recovered my breath from the wonderful orgasm, and then it was time to go again.

When the egg entered my cock, the immense pressure bordered on pain, but Weld licked over the mark on my shoulder again, and I felt nothing but pleasure.

"How does this feel so good?"

Instead of answering me, he returned his fingers to my ass and scooped up more slick. He surprised me by bringing it to my cock instead of our egg. I thrust into his loose fist, and the egg descended further toward my cock head.

"Can you come like this?" Weld asked.

I'd already had two orgasms in rapid succession, and now I had three more eggs to get out of me. "I think so."

I loved the feel of my own slick on my cock. When Weld tightened his grip, I lost myself to the sensation. My orgasm crested without warning, pushing the egg out of me on a river of cum.

Weld helped me to my knees. He gathered my slick and gave both eggs a heavy coating.

"Is it me, or are they growing before our eyes?"

He chuckled and kissed my neck. "They are growing, and it's amazing. The miracle of life."

In my new position, the two remaining eggs both slotted into my channel at the same time. "Oh, fuck, that hurts."

"I've got you." Weld grabbed me around the waist and tugged me backward onto his awaiting cock. With both my cock and my ass filled, I thought I was going to pass out.

Weld brought his hand up to my chest and rubbed the place where I felt our bond. At the same time, he kissed my mating mark. All my pain centers shorted out, leaving only pleasure arcing along my nerves.

I needed to move, or I felt like I would explode. Slowly at first, I raised myself up until it felt like he would slip out of me, and then I dropped back down until my ass slapped against his thighs and my overstretched balls bumped against his. Even they didn't hurt in my heightened state of arousal.

"It's not enough," I whined. "Need … more."

Weld slipped his hand between us again to gather more slick, and then he bent me over our eggs. The new angle tagged my prostate just right, and his hand flew on my cock at the same speed he pounded into me. I dropped onto my elbows, bowed my head to the mattress with our eggs gathered between my arms, and submitted myself to the pleasure Weld offered me with each stroke.

The eggs jostled against each other in my channel until the one nearest the tip pressed uncomfortably against the opening.

"That's it," Weld said. "Only a little more." He rubbed his palm over my tip, adding enough friction against the hypersensitive skin to send me over the edge.

I came, and our third egg plopped into the nest. The fourth and final egg was the largest. It lodged in the opening, and my cock spasmed around it.

"Oh, fuck." Weld kissed my mark, and his cock pulsed inside me. "I can't hold back."

"Come, baby."

Weld grunted against my neck as he came. Hot cum filled my channel, and his knot swelled to hold it inside me.

I wriggled against him until his knot rubbed against my prostate. "Oh, fuck." I could come just like this.

Weld gathered more slick to feed our egg before returning his slick-covered hand to my cock. He rocked against me, his hand on my cock putting just enough pressure at my tip to push me over the edge again. My entire body pulsed with the orgasm, and the egg fell to the nest with a soft plop.

Weld shifted us onto our sides and coated the final egg with the excess slick from my thighs. He kissed along my sweaty neck and shoulders.

"We did it," I breathed.

"You did it," he said.

I pulled his arm tight to my chest and pressed closer against him where our bodies joined together. "I couldn't have done it without you."

"I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else." He kissed my jaw and rested his head against my neck. Through our bond, I sensed his joy and immense peace, the same feeling that came over me whenever I asked, "What would Weld do?" when I was younger.

Finally, Weld's knot loosened, and he pulled out. With a spell, I gathered my slick on the small plastic tarp just outside the nest. Before I could push myself up to sit, Weld was already standing beside the bed, feeding our eggs.

"I've got this," he said. "You need to rest."

He didn't have to tell me twice. I didn't even remember closing my eyes before I fell asleep.

* * *

Weld and I were going to be parents! Our eggs grew larger with each covering of slick. One lagged behind the others. I texted Alma a picture with my concerns, and she immediately responded, "Girl, probably."

"Oh, fuck."

"Hmm?" Weld was snuggled behind me in our nest. He raised his head to read my phone screen and laughed in my ear. "They aren't all like Clementine, are they?"

The touch of sarcasm in his tone made me laugh along with him.

"Opal is a dream child," I said when I could speak again.

"One of her parents is a fucking dragon," Weld reminded me. "If a fifty-ton flying shark had raised me, I probably wouldn't have been such a dick."

"Galen is also one of Clementine's best friends," I reminded him.

"Don't let the dragon spoil our daughter. Got it." I felt his lips curve against the back of my neck, and then he got up, leaving a cold void.

"Where are you going?"

"I need to spell a few things around the house and place an order with Axel." He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "My magic is stronger, but I still can't spell something without looking at it."

"Okay." I didn't even try to keep the disappointment from my tone.

"When I'm finished, I'll watch the eggs so you can take a shower."

A shower sounded wonderful. All the precome and slick on my cock had dried, leaving me a sticky, flaky mess. It had also taken a lot of sweat and exertion to push out those eggs. I sniffed my armpit. Beyond ripe.

I covered the eggs with slick gathered on the tarp, and then I dozed off while Weld worked around the house. I woke when he lifted me out of bed and carried me to the bathroom. He even helped me stand to pee before shoving me under the lukewarm water.

"Don't forget to feed the eggs!" I called after him.

I fully expected him to grumble something nasty, but instead, I heard him playfully talking to the eggs while I scrubbed the stink from my body.

"Which of us will you call Daddy? Or Pops? Or Pa?" He glanced up at me when I walked in, still drying my hair.

"Alma's little ones call their daddy 'Duddy.'" It was the cutest thing I'd ever heard.

"Ouch," Weld said.

"No, it's cute!"

He frowned at me like I was silly and then glared at the eggs nestled to his chest. "No one in this house is going to be 'Duddy,' got it?"

I laughed as I dressed in a pair of compression shorts and spelled them to keep the slick flowing to our tarp. At this stage in their development, our little ones might be able to hear us, but they wouldn't be able to understand us for a few months. I'd wait until then to plead my case for calling me Papa, same as my omega dad.

My eyes stung as I crawled back into the nest. Weld had exchanged the towels for new ones, and our four eggs sparkled with fresh slick. I was going to be a father of four, same as my parents. If we did half as well as my parents did raising us, one of the first clutches to be raised completely on Ignitas after a century of sending the alphas and omegas to Earth, then we'd be doing all right.