[He figures she changes her mind on the pillow because she's using it for her head. No suspicion is cast. Hopefully Nariko is ready for a ride because he slides a hand under her hips and lifts her without any problem so he can stuff the pillow under her lumbar and lower her back down. As he reaches for the bottle of lube, he asks:]
Comfortable?
[Don't worry too much about the stretching...they have lots of his moisturizer with them!]
I'm uncomfortably excited. [Aside from that, which is as much of a problem as it sounds.] Otherwise, yes, perfect.
[Although it's a little weird to have one part of her lifted up a bit, so she sits up on her elbows to even it out a little more. That, and she wants to watch it happen.]
[He spreads some of the lube on his fingers--instantly jolting with surprise and taking a whiff of it. Chocolate scented? They come up with the weirdest things...still, he reaches down to smother her with it. It's an intentionally sloppy job, because messes are fun. He's already got a plan, but it could always use an upgrade...it's not like she's getting the best view in the house up on her elbows like that.]
[Ignoring the sexist tone that comes with that statement: She points to her purse, which is at the end of the bed, not too far off from Boxer. She'd twist to get it but it'd mess up the pillow and all that. More importantly ...]
Why do you want a mirror?
[Now, if it was big enough so that they could see what they look like while fucking around, that'd make sense! A handheld one is a bit of a mystery.]
[He gives her a dumbfounded look with that statement. He knows plenty of women who don't carry mirrors! Uh...putting it aside, though, he reaches out with a tentacle and pulls it within Nariko's reach. Sorry, babe, but your purse is your territory and he will never betray her privacy enough to go digging for it.]
His dedication to her privacy is really kind of sweet, though she wouldn't really mind if he went through it at all since there's nothing particularly interesting in there to begin with. For the pun he gets a deadpan look that also manages to be loving in the same moment.
Her tiny mirror isn't really all that tiny, the mirror itself is the size of her palm in a thick black backing with a swirly design on it. She holds it out to him. Go wild, Boxer.]
[He holds it out so he can sucker it between two tentacles and holds it fairly high--about chest level on him, and out of the way of the work he's about to do.. He slowly tilts the mirror downward.]
Tell me when you've got the view.
[And he loves that look. It's a special kind of look that only he manages to get.]
[Okay, now she sort of gets it, and that's going to be a pretty extreme view.]
Oh, hey there vagina!
[It's safe to say that he's got it, then.]
Man, I can never get over how funny it looks. [Outside of the heat and excitement of sex, genitalia is just hilarious, okay? And she's familiar enough with her own body that seeing it is like peaking at a very, very closeby neighbor with a very well maintained lawn.
Sorry, were you expecting ultra seriousness here? At least she isn't giggling at it.]
[Not the flower analogy, please ... Except he does end up making it a little bit convincing, she can almost forget about that time someone sang Lena a poem about how hers looked like a 'delicate, hungry flower'. The touching helps because even as she recalls the memory she's perfectly capable of a very indulgent, pleased sigh.]
'Seed pregnant', I feel like I should - know the name of that part!
[But she doesn't even know the name of colors right now.]
But I think that's the part that can get me pregnant, so same difference.
[Such big hands, Boxer, so very good at opening her body, too.]
[Delicate? Delicate?! Please. Pussies are the toughest badasses on the human body, and Nariko can attest to that.]
We could look it up later.
[Right now there's a cunt that needs to be filled. With one hand still holding her open, another reaches for his dick and holds the end of it. He normally can penetrate her just fine hands-free, as it has its own remarkable dexterity and strength, but today he feels like manually feeding it into her.]
That's the plan, isn't it?
[He gets a couple of thin inches into her before letting her close around him, now using his freed hands to slather himself up with more lube--even though she doesn't necessarily need it yet. Feel the slickness as inch by inch she gets more tentacle, but it's a slow and leisurely pace that isn't quite a stretch yet.
Why so slow? Well, he wants her to enjoy the show! It's one thing to feel the penetration, but it's another to feel and watch it, isn't it?]
[Yep. Which is exactly why all that flowery, purple prose crap was beyond fucking hilarious.
And of course they're just playing here, Boxer's not really going to knock her up but for a split second there hearing him say it in that easy, matter of fact delivery that she's come to love from him nearly throws her off into another galaxy. It's exciting even after she accepts reality all over again.
It pairs very well with watching him slowly, very surely ease into her pussy.]
That's ...
[It really is something else. She adjusts, actually reaches forward and between her legs to trace the seams where they meet. It's wild, to feel it and to suddenly realize that she's never actually looked at all the details this closely before.] Nice.
[It's so nice to have the extra "hands" to hold the mirror in place while he works. These are the times where he really does love his body. The length of a vagina is only six inches deep, so she's not got much of a stretch by the time he reaches her cervix! A little bit thinner than the average penis, but it'd be up there if he was actually erect right now. Tenderly, he runs his fingertips over the fingers that came down to touch their junction.]
I get to see this all the time from my point of view.
[From inside, he plugs up her cervix with the thin end of his penis. Hardly enough to give her any discomfort, but more than enough that Boxer is fully aware of the whole real estate he has to work with.]
Figured it was time to share it.
[Which means that, even though he's reached the end, he can keep feeding more of his tentacle into her, and it coils comfortably inside. Two inches wide...]
[Is it awful that she can't think of anything else to say? Fascination and arousal pair very well together, and there was something incredibly sensual about the little touch of their fingers. She inhales sharply as he keeps playing around, pushing about as deeply into her as anyone could expect to reach.]
It just keeps going in ... [Which, okay, this is far from the first time this has happened, so that's not the truly fascinating part. It's just watching it go in and equating the feeling with a visual that's sort of getting under her skin, forcing her to bite at her lip until the only way she can function is to pant, lowly.
It might make for an interesting visual itself, she's intensely focused on that mirror but the rest of her is zeroed in on his actions. She's getting wetter by the second, somewhat unconsciously pulling at the sheets on her bed.]
If I wasn't totally sure it had an end I'd sort of doubt it. [Her pussy really is amazing! She's officially proud of it.] And to think you're not even hard.
Yeah. Usually I cheat by stretching you out with multiple tentacles, but since this is a special impregnation session...I decided it's all up to the stars of this show.
[In other words, since they're taking their time with this one, he can take the slightly riskier path that involves a very careful navigation of her cervix so it doesn't cramp up and cause her pain. But calling it an 'impregnation session' is way sexier, so that's what he went with.
Plus, it'll be way easier for him to come multiple times crammed in her like he'll be. Four inches--is this the point where she feels the stretch, or is that still for some time yet?]
This is the point where I'd ask if you want one in your ass, but we'll be going for broke here at the front door.
[Maybe they'll do some ass play when she's "properly pregnant".]
[Four isn't quite the limit, but it's close, since she's apparently begun to stutter at the edges, and she's struggling to breathe correctly. 'Impregnation session', man this is nuts and fun and weird and exciting, it's a weird rush of feelings that don't exactly fit the moment, so guilt joins the ranks because she shouldn't be feeling them at all right now.]
Really coordinated, too.
[He has a period wherein he will inquire about fucking her ass. She's ... Actually proud of his efficiency! What a good boyfriend, he doesn't waste time!]
[It's honest-to-God true, too. He's had this fantasy a lot, planned out how he'd round someone out, thought about the logistics of every step.
Boxer just hadn't expected to actually be able to do it.
Soon his tentacle gorges with blood, turning it from a yellow-gold to a warm-gold and expanding its width by at least a half inch. In response, he stops pushing it into her and slicking up more of his length with that chocolate-scented lube and smearing more of it on the edges of her entrance. It's all a very gentle touch despite their extreme activity.]
[She laughs at that, thin and barely there because it's difficult to laugh when you're already verging on breathless, but there was an attempt. How is she holding up, huh? That's another funny question.]
I want you to fuck me until I don't remember how to count to three, and I don't even particularly care if I never walk again if it means you keep this up. [...] So I'm pretty good right now!
[To say the absolute least. He's being very cautious and giving with that lube, as any good partner would and should, but he might as well be sticking his length into a river. She bites at her lip, a little hesitant to say what's on her mind but, hey, it's a fantasy, right?]
[Put some eggs in her?! This is a penis, not an ovipositor! Even though that would be super hot. The idea alone helps him avoid laughing and instead lick his lips with a wanton smirk.]
What do you mean? Don't you see them?
[He places his hand on her stomach, which is miraculously bulging out due to supporting so much of his tentacle. It's a little subtle when he's at rest though, so he squirms them around a little, pushing the bulge out further.]
[Thank goodness he did not laugh because if he had she would have crawled under the covers and refused to leave until it was time for them to get off the boat. Trying new stuff is fun and all but she really doesn't enjoy feeling so unsteady and new - it wasn't pleasant when she was an uncertain virgin, it's no fun as an adult, either!
And yet there's some reward in it. This is hardly the first time he's created a noticeable change in her anatomy but, well, she's pretty much never focused on it. It was more like an enjoyable side effect, one to enjoy along with faster gestures that inevitable stole her attention.]
Oh.
[Why - Christ on a cracker it's exciting, and there's something to be said for feeling and seeing in the same moment - it kind of makes her think of, well, a kid shifting around. Eggs probably can't do that, right? Maybe they could? She's going to imagine they definitely can.]
[He's on the opposite side of the scale, here. He's totally in control, not only of the situation in general but the fantasy as a whole. They're not eggs, they're his dick, and squirming them inside of her is bringing him closer to orgasm--and despite this fact, he has to keep the illusion up.]
What are you waiting for? Come say hi to them.
[He takes up her hand by the wrist gently, and splays out her hand against her comfortably writhing belly.]
[Hey, it's the first go around, she wouldn't even think to blame him if he cracked a little here and there, because she certainly might. He guides her hand, it's a gesture she doesn't argue with, she even traces her nails over the unnatural movement of her own skin. Except he probably can't feel that, so she presses a little harder.]
Guess I'm being rude.
[She's going to keep pushing/weirdly petting them through her own engorged stomach.] Sorry about that, little guys. Or girls. Whichever, I'm not picky.
[...as if he could tell. Either way, that forceful petting is exactly what he needs to reach his first orgasm and fill her with his first load, biting his lip and making a small whimper as if he was trying to avoid breaking the fantasy. Still, the soft mounds in her stomach round out was he fills her without losing a drop of his load.]
She totally commends him for his dedication but it really isn't needed in the very last moments! He's allowed to react as he wishes, especially when hearing her name like that. It pairs incredibly well with being stuffed, so is it really any surprise that she comes right along with him? It's quieter than usual, but that has nothing to do with the level of pleasure involved, 'quiet' for Nariko means an endless series of needy little whimpers.]
S'one.
[And that's no small amount by any means, not with Boxer. But if he goes twice then she'd definitely get pregnant - except not really, but fantasy logic!]
[Damn, Nariko. You're gorgeous like this. The intensity of the stretch lessens a little as his erection fades with the end of his orgasm, and she'll have to forgive him if he takes a little rest right now! He doesn't need to, necessarily, but he wants to pace himself so he's not exhausted by the end of all this.
In the meantime, he's going to splay a hand against her ballooned belly, adding a little pressure not only to feel it but to test how well she's going to hold it. No leaks! But it still looks like a big, bloated belly instead of a certain pregnancy, so there's still some work to be done.]
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Comfortable?
[Don't worry too much about the stretching...they have lots of his moisturizer with them!]
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[Although it's a little weird to have one part of her lifted up a bit, so she sits up on her elbows to even it out a little more. That, and she wants to watch it happen.]
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[He spreads some of the lube on his fingers--instantly jolting with surprise and taking a whiff of it. Chocolate scented? They come up with the weirdest things...still, he reaches down to smother her with it. It's an intentionally sloppy job, because messes are fun. He's already got a plan, but it could always use an upgrade...it's not like she's getting the best view in the house up on her elbows like that.]
You got some kind of hand-held mirror?
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[Ignoring the sexist tone that comes with that statement: She points to her purse, which is at the end of the bed, not too far off from Boxer. She'd twist to get it but it'd mess up the pillow and all that. More importantly ...]
Why do you want a mirror?
[Now, if it was big enough so that they could see what they look like while fucking around, that'd make sense! A handheld one is a bit of a mystery.]
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You'll see.
Literally.
[Get it?]
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His dedication to her privacy is really kind of sweet, though she wouldn't really mind if he went through it at all since there's nothing particularly interesting in there to begin with. For the pun he gets a deadpan look that also manages to be loving in the same moment.
Her tiny mirror isn't really all that tiny, the mirror itself is the size of her palm in a thick black backing with a swirly design on it. She holds it out to him. Go wild, Boxer.]
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[He holds it out so he can sucker it between two tentacles and holds it fairly high--about chest level on him, and out of the way of the work he's about to do.. He slowly tilts the mirror downward.]
Tell me when you've got the view.
[And he loves that look. It's a special kind of look that only he manages to get.]
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Oh, hey there vagina!
[It's safe to say that he's got it, then.]
Man, I can never get over how funny it looks. [Outside of the heat and excitement of sex, genitalia is just hilarious, okay? And she's familiar enough with her own body that seeing it is like peaking at a very, very closeby neighbor with a very well maintained lawn.
Sorry, were you expecting ultra seriousness here? At least she isn't giggling at it.]
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It looks like an elaborate flower to me. Not--I'm not trying to be poetic here. It has petals.
[With free fingers, he spreads out her outermost labia so she can get a good look at it, then spreads out her inner labia.]
And its own stamen...
[He fingers the area around her clitoris.
And...I don't know what this is on a flower. It's the part that gets...you know, seed-pregnant.
[And he plunges his finger into her entrance, only to the first knuckle--then a second finger, spreading them apart so she can watch herself open up.]
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'Seed pregnant', I feel like I should - know the name of that part!
[But she doesn't even know the name of colors right now.]
But I think that's the part that can get me pregnant, so same difference.
[Such big hands, Boxer, so very good at opening her body, too.]
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We could look it up later.
[Right now there's a cunt that needs to be filled. With one hand still holding her open, another reaches for his dick and holds the end of it. He normally can penetrate her just fine hands-free, as it has its own remarkable dexterity and strength, but today he feels like manually feeding it into her.]
That's the plan, isn't it?
[He gets a couple of thin inches into her before letting her close around him, now using his freed hands to slather himself up with more lube--even though she doesn't necessarily need it yet. Feel the slickness as inch by inch she gets more tentacle, but it's a slow and leisurely pace that isn't quite a stretch yet.
Why so slow? Well, he wants her to enjoy the show! It's one thing to feel the penetration, but it's another to feel and watch it, isn't it?]
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And of course they're just playing here, Boxer's not really going to knock her up but for a split second there hearing him say it in that easy, matter of fact delivery that she's come to love from him nearly throws her off into another galaxy. It's exciting even after she accepts reality all over again.
It pairs very well with watching him slowly, very surely ease into her pussy.]
That's ...
[It really is something else. She adjusts, actually reaches forward and between her legs to trace the seams where they meet. It's wild, to feel it and to suddenly realize that she's never actually looked at all the details this closely before.] Nice.
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[It's so nice to have the extra "hands" to hold the mirror in place while he works. These are the times where he really does love his body. The length of a vagina is only six inches deep, so she's not got much of a stretch by the time he reaches her cervix! A little bit thinner than the average penis, but it'd be up there if he was actually erect right now. Tenderly, he runs his fingertips over the fingers that came down to touch their junction.]
I get to see this all the time from my point of view.
[From inside, he plugs up her cervix with the thin end of his penis. Hardly enough to give her any discomfort, but more than enough that Boxer is fully aware of the whole real estate he has to work with.]
Figured it was time to share it.
[Which means that, even though he's reached the end, he can keep feeding more of his tentacle into her, and it coils comfortably inside. Two inches wide...]
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[Is it awful that she can't think of anything else to say? Fascination and arousal pair very well together, and there was something incredibly sensual about the little touch of their fingers. She inhales sharply as he keeps playing around, pushing about as deeply into her as anyone could expect to reach.]
It just keeps going in ... [Which, okay, this is far from the first time this has happened, so that's not the truly fascinating part. It's just watching it go in and equating the feeling with a visual that's sort of getting under her skin, forcing her to bite at her lip until the only way she can function is to pant, lowly.
It might make for an interesting visual itself, she's intensely focused on that mirror but the rest of her is zeroed in on his actions. She's getting wetter by the second, somewhat unconsciously pulling at the sheets on her bed.]
If I wasn't totally sure it had an end I'd sort of doubt it. [Her pussy really is amazing! She's officially proud of it.] And to think you're not even hard.
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[In other words, since they're taking their time with this one, he can take the slightly riskier path that involves a very careful navigation of her cervix so it doesn't cramp up and cause her pain. But calling it an 'impregnation session' is way sexier, so that's what he went with.
Plus, it'll be way easier for him to come multiple times crammed in her like he'll be. Four inches--is this the point where she feels the stretch, or is that still for some time yet?]
This is the point where I'd ask if you want one in your ass, but we'll be going for broke here at the front door.
[Maybe they'll do some ass play when she's "properly pregnant".]
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[Four isn't quite the limit, but it's close, since she's apparently begun to stutter at the edges, and she's struggling to breathe correctly. 'Impregnation session', man this is nuts and fun and weird and exciting, it's a weird rush of feelings that don't exactly fit the moment, so guilt joins the ranks because she shouldn't be feeling them at all right now.]
Really coordinated, too.
[He has a period wherein he will inquire about fucking her ass. She's ... Actually proud of his efficiency! What a good boyfriend, he doesn't waste time!]
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[It's honest-to-God true, too. He's had this fantasy a lot, planned out how he'd round someone out, thought about the logistics of every step.
Boxer just hadn't expected to actually be able to do it.
Soon his tentacle gorges with blood, turning it from a yellow-gold to a warm-gold and expanding its width by at least a half inch. In response, he stops pushing it into her and slicking up more of his length with that chocolate-scented lube and smearing more of it on the edges of her entrance. It's all a very gentle touch despite their extreme activity.]
How are you holding up?
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I want you to fuck me until I don't remember how to count to three, and I don't even particularly care if I never walk again if it means you keep this up. [...] So I'm pretty good right now!
[To say the absolute least. He's being very cautious and giving with that lube, as any good partner would and should, but he might as well be sticking his length into a river. She bites at her lip, a little hesitant to say what's on her mind but, hey, it's a fantasy, right?]
I'll be better when you've put some eggs in me.
[Her delivery is a little wobbly, sorry Boxer.]
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What do you mean? Don't you see them?
[He places his hand on her stomach, which is miraculously bulging out due to supporting so much of his tentacle. It's a little subtle when he's at rest though, so he squirms them around a little, pushing the bulge out further.]
Right here.
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And yet there's some reward in it. This is hardly the first time he's created a noticeable change in her anatomy but, well, she's pretty much never focused on it. It was more like an enjoyable side effect, one to enjoy along with faster gestures that inevitable stole her attention.]
Oh.
[Why - Christ on a cracker it's exciting, and there's something to be said for feeling and seeing in the same moment - it kind of makes her think of, well, a kid shifting around. Eggs probably can't do that, right? Maybe they could? She's going to imagine they definitely can.]
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What are you waiting for? Come say hi to them.
[He takes up her hand by the wrist gently, and splays out her hand against her comfortably writhing belly.]
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Guess I'm being rude.
[She's going to keep pushing/weirdly petting them through her own engorged stomach.] Sorry about that, little guys. Or girls. Whichever, I'm not picky.
[This is such a wild event.]
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[...as if he could tell. Either way, that forceful petting is exactly what he needs to reach his first orgasm and fill her with his first load, biting his lip and making a small whimper as if he was trying to avoid breaking the fantasy. Still, the soft mounds in her stomach round out was he fills her without losing a drop of his load.]
N-Nariko...
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She totally commends him for his dedication but it really isn't needed in the very last moments! He's allowed to react as he wishes, especially when hearing her name like that. It pairs incredibly well with being stuffed, so is it really any surprise that she comes right along with him? It's quieter than usual, but that has nothing to do with the level of pleasure involved, 'quiet' for Nariko means an endless series of needy little whimpers.]
S'one.
[And that's no small amount by any means, not with Boxer. But if he goes twice then she'd definitely get pregnant - except not really, but fantasy logic!]
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[Damn, Nariko. You're gorgeous like this. The intensity of the stretch lessens a little as his erection fades with the end of his orgasm, and she'll have to forgive him if he takes a little rest right now! He doesn't need to, necessarily, but he wants to pace himself so he's not exhausted by the end of all this.
In the meantime, he's going to splay a hand against her ballooned belly, adding a little pressure not only to feel it but to test how well she's going to hold it. No leaks! But it still looks like a big, bloated belly instead of a certain pregnancy, so there's still some work to be done.]
You already look amazing.
[She does by default, but like this? Incredible.]
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