Ariane isn't the only one thinking back to that incredibly hot night a few weeks prior! There was an almost feral gleam in Aymeric's eyes when he beheld the artfully crafted fertility idol (just say dildo, you fool) riding between Ariane's legs, and he insisted that he be thoroughly restrained before she used it on him. For her own protection, after all. Unlike Estinien, she lacked the strength or the armored hide to protect her in case he got a little, ah, overly enthusiastic in their love-making.
Merely recalling the events of that night (in which he got absolutely railed into the floor by his beloved), is enough to send a pleasured flush across his face. It's almost shameful, really, how much he's turned on by the idea of her fucking him senseless again, despite the fact that he's already carrying her clutch.
Her clutch. Yes, it's just as much hers as it is his, even if she was incapable of spilling her seed inside him. It hadn't stopped him from imagining it, though, gripped as he was in the throes of passion, his face pressed to the floor with his wrists shackled, reduced to little more than a mindless beast in rut. He never imagined that he would ever be able to couple with Ariane in such a fashion, in which they could both indulge in their baser urges with such wild abandon!
She flattens both her palms against his belly, moving her hands in small circles to better feel the eggs—her eggs—growing inside him. His eyes go half-lidded beneath her soothing touch, and as she leans forward to kiss him, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her close; pulling her against his swollen belly. There's some measure of discomfort, yes, but it's far out-weighted by her closeness.
He breaks off the kiss, smiling against her mouth. "We'll need to break the news to Estinien, at some point. I daresay, I'll likely have a dozen eggs to present to him ere he returns from his hunting foray!"
Well, maybe not quite a dozen, but it certainly feels like it! He groans softly, feeling a subtle shift in their positions as Ariane leans against him. And with the way things are going now, he might not even need to wait a week before he's ready to lay these eggs...
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Date: 2021-11-27 08:21 am (UTC)incredibly hotnight a few weeks prior! There was an almost feral gleam in Aymeric's eyes when he beheld the artfully crafted fertility idol (just say dildo, you fool) riding between Ariane's legs, and he insisted that he be thoroughly restrained before she used it on him. For her own protection, after all. Unlike Estinien, she lacked the strength or the armored hide to protect her in case he got a little, ah, overly enthusiastic in their love-making.Merely recalling the events of that night (in which he got absolutely railed into the floor by his beloved), is enough to send a pleasured flush across his face. It's almost shameful, really, how much he's turned on by the idea of her fucking him senseless again, despite the fact that he's already carrying her clutch.
Her clutch. Yes, it's just as much hers as it is his, even if she was incapable of spilling her seed inside him. It hadn't stopped him from imagining it, though, gripped as he was in the throes of passion, his face pressed to the floor with his wrists shackled, reduced to little more than a mindless beast in rut. He never imagined that he would ever be able to couple with Ariane in such a fashion, in which they could both indulge in their baser urges with such wild abandon!
She flattens both her palms against his belly, moving her hands in small circles to better feel the eggs—her eggs—growing inside him. His eyes go half-lidded beneath her soothing touch, and as she leans forward to kiss him, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her close; pulling her against his swollen belly. There's some measure of discomfort, yes, but it's far out-weighted by her closeness.
He breaks off the kiss, smiling against her mouth. "We'll need to break the news to Estinien, at some point. I daresay, I'll likely have a dozen eggs to present to him ere he returns from his hunting foray!"
Well, maybe not quite a dozen, but it certainly feels like it! He groans softly, feeling a subtle shift in their positions as Ariane leans against him. And with the way things are going now, he might not even need to wait a week before he's ready to lay these eggs...