"He might protest, at first, but once the discomfort truly settles in, I doubt even Estinien would recoil from your touch." He makes a soft noise of contenment in the back of his throat as Ariane continues to caress his belly. "Besides, he trusts you, and for all his grousing he can be a surprisingly good patient when he knows the consequences for resisting will likely only prolong his misery."
For all that he pissed and moaned about staying abed while recovering from Nidhogg's possession, Aymeric knew it was all bluster, for Estinien had yearned to lay down his spear and simply rest after spending every waking hour of his life lost to vengeance and bloodlust. He was prideful, yes, as were many Ishgardian men, but Estinien especially hated to admit any weakness, unless it was around those whom he intimately trusted. And surely Ariane had earned his trust a thousand times over since they traveled together during the Dragonsong War.
At the mention of Tataru, Aymeric can't help but rumble laughter. "I have heard tell that the Scions all collectively demure to Tataru's requests. She is something of a force of nature, is she not?"
Even Estinien had cause to acquiesce to her requests no matter how insufferable, though Aymeric had yet to learn the true reason why he demurred so readily to her. No amount of coaxing or wheedling on his part would loosen Estinien's lips on the matter, and thus it has remained a mystery for the ages!
He moans softly as the eggs shift again beneath Ariane's gentle touch. He's not pained in the least, but it's not quite the pleasurable sort of touch he's seeking, either.
(Though, once the labor well and truly begins, Ariane might be surprised just how painless the whole process really is...)
His ears redden as Ariane's lips press against the swell of his belly, her touch eliciting a curl of heat to flicker within his lower regions. It's not unheard of for pregnant women to become insatiable in their sexual appetites well within the last stages of pregnancy, and this wouldn't be the first instance of Aymeric becoming aroused while his belly was full of eggs.
(Yes, he and Estinien absolutely fucked during that time, much to Aymeric's enjoyment.)
"I... I don't think I'm going to last the week, at this rate..." he says, nervous laughter bubbling up. "I suppose these broodlings are just so eager to see their mother that they can't wait much longer..."
He cups his hand against Ariane's, pressing it more firmly against his belly. "Why don't you sing to them a little, hm? So they can learn the sound of your voice. They're surprisingly aware of their surroundings, even while in the egg."
In fact, broodlings inherited a great deal of knowledge and even shared memories from their brood-mother (or father, as they case may be). It was how they could speak from the moment they were born, and possessed a basic understanding of their history and culture. It was a common practice among dragonkind for everyone to sing the old stories to the younglings, even while they were still in the egg, so that they would already become acquainted with those who would bear the responsibility of raising them into adulthood.
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Date: 2021-12-04 05:00 am (UTC)For all that he pissed and moaned about staying abed while recovering from Nidhogg's possession, Aymeric knew it was all bluster, for Estinien had yearned to lay down his spear and simply rest after spending every waking hour of his life lost to vengeance and bloodlust. He was prideful, yes, as were many Ishgardian men, but Estinien especially hated to admit any weakness, unless it was around those whom he intimately trusted. And surely Ariane had earned his trust a thousand times over since they traveled together during the Dragonsong War.
At the mention of Tataru, Aymeric can't help but rumble laughter. "I have heard tell that the Scions all collectively demure to Tataru's requests. She is something of a force of nature, is she not?"
Even Estinien had cause to acquiesce to her requests no matter how insufferable, though Aymeric had yet to learn the true reason why he demurred so readily to her. No amount of coaxing or wheedling on his part would loosen Estinien's lips on the matter, and thus it has remained a mystery for the ages!
He moans softly as the eggs shift again beneath Ariane's gentle touch. He's not pained in the least, but it's not quite the pleasurable sort of touch he's seeking, either.
(Though, once the labor well and truly begins, Ariane might be surprised just how painless the whole process really is...)
His ears redden as Ariane's lips press against the swell of his belly, her touch eliciting a curl of heat to flicker within his lower regions. It's not unheard of for pregnant women to become insatiable in their sexual appetites well within the last stages of pregnancy, and this wouldn't be the first instance of Aymeric becoming aroused while his belly was full of eggs.
(Yes, he and Estinien absolutely fucked during that time, much to Aymeric's enjoyment.)
"I... I don't think I'm going to last the week, at this rate..." he says, nervous laughter bubbling up. "I suppose these broodlings are just so eager to see their mother that they can't wait much longer..."
He cups his hand against Ariane's, pressing it more firmly against his belly. "Why don't you sing to them a little, hm? So they can learn the sound of your voice. They're surprisingly aware of their surroundings, even while in the egg."
In fact, broodlings inherited a great deal of knowledge and even shared memories from their brood-mother (or father, as they case may be). It was how they could speak from the moment they were born, and possessed a basic understanding of their history and culture. It was a common practice among dragonkind for everyone to sing the old stories to the younglings, even while they were still in the egg, so that they would already become acquainted with those who would bear the responsibility of raising them into adulthood.