A One-Night Transgression
…Just where, exactly, had I gone wrong?
"Hah… hah…."
"Hey, hey… calm down, calm down… hyaaah!?"
The moment he heard my moan, Huey's eyes took on a look so far gone it sent a chill down my spine. His left hand closed over my breast again, kneading.
"Kyaah!"
Ordinarily, a grip that tight would have hurt too much to feel good. But right now, with the egg-laying, even pain had turned into pleasure.
"Nnh… aah…♡"
He worked my chest roughly, then caught the half-protruding nipple between his fingers and tugged. Strength drained from my whole body as I let him toy with me for a while.
"Ah… nnh… you damn… bastard… the eggs first… just get them out already…."
I rubbed my lower belly — neglected and aching for some time now — against his hand, practically begging. Huey let out a soft sound of realization.
"Ah."
Even then, his left hand never stopped working my breast. Impressive, in its own way.
"…Sorry."
He said he was sorry, but his left hand showed no intention of leaving my chest. What was so fascinating about a lump of fat, anyway…?
"Hyaah."
…From now on, I was going to make sure no one touched them by accident. Especially the nipples — buried as they usually were, I'd had no idea a woman's could be this sensitive.
And then:
"I'll keep going."
"Wai— kyaang!?"
Holding me from behind, Huey kept fondling my breast with his left hand while his right finally attended to the lower belly that had been so desperately neglected.
Just having my chest touched had already left me on the edge. Adding the very source of today's entire predicament into the mix…
—Squelch!
"Ah… hyaaang…."
Before the egg inside me had even begun to move, my hips jerked on their own and I shamefully spilled slick fluid.
But then—
—Squeeze.
"Beeep—!?"
The aftershocks of climax hadn't even faded when Huey's fingers started pushing the egg out.
"W-wai— kyaah!"
—Squelch….
I was about to curse him out and tell him to stop for a second — but my mouth snapped shut of its own accord. Unlike the first time, the entrance to my womb parted smoothly, and the egg slid down through my passage with a slick, gliding sensation.
—Slide.
Perhaps because I'd already climaxed several times, it came free without catching on anything, emerging smoothly.
"Nnh… hah…."
It was coated in a liquid far thicker and stickier than usual, steam rising faintly from it in the cool air. I groaned, feeling a complicated mix of emotions.
But… why had he suddenly gone quiet? That was unsettling.
The hand that had been on my chest had vanished somewhere. I slowly turned my head to look at him.
"…What are you doing?"
"Hmm."
There he was — having apparently taken the egg that had been between my legs the moment I looked away — turning it over in his hands without the slightest concern for the sticky fluid coating them.
And then—
—Lick.
"You absolute lunatic—!"
He quietly brought the egg to his lips and licked the thick, sticky coating from its surface.
"What are you licking that for—!"
I knew perfectly well that what he was tasting was the fluid currently running down between my own legs. My mind went blank as I shrieked.
"What? It smelled kind of sweet…."
He set the egg aside as if it were nothing — no, worse, he actually smacked his lips, looking faintly disappointed.
"Th-that doesn't mean you lick something like that!"
"It actually tastes pretty good."
"You crazy bastard—!"
Faced with that completely unbothered expression, all I could do was shout from within his arms — forgetting the eggs still left inside me, forgetting the heat that had been tormenting my body only moments before.
"Shh. Keep yelling like that and someone will come looking. Don't blame me if they do."
"…Hup."
He soothed me while casually groping my breast again. I glared at him for a moment.
"Hyaah…!"
"You're in no position to be giving me that look right now."
He grinned slyly and worked my belly.
"This is the weak spot, isn't it?"
"Ah… nnh… haah…!"
Somehow he'd already found my weak points. His fingers pressed only the places that felt good, teasingly, deliberately.
"I-I get it already… I get it, so stop…."
I said it while feeling the heat start to rise through my body all over again.
…Was this really the same guy who used to run away without even getting a proper look at a naked body?
—Squeeze.
"Bee-yak!?"
Without any warning, Huey's fingers shoved the next egg outward.
—Squelch….
In that brief interval it had tightened up again. He forced the resisting entrance open and pushed the egg out more roughly this time.
"Kyaah!"
"…Ren?"
The sudden shock made me grab his arm without thinking. Huey's voice called my name, puzzled.
"Nnh… yeah?"
I turned my head toward him, doing my best to look composed.
"Want me to go slower?"
He met my eyes and smiled as he asked — as if to say, weren't you the one who wanted it rough like that?
If I nodded now, he would surely go back to checking with me at every step, the way he had before.
……
Instead of answering, I quietly uncurled the wing that had been gripping his arm.
"Alright. Got it."
Thump. Thump.
Listening to my heart hammer as if it might burst, I decided — just this once — to set my pride aside and surrender to instinct and pleasure.
…Yeah. Just this once.
—Squeeze.
Huey's hand pressed down hard on my lower belly — hard enough to hurt.
"Ka— nngh!"
Pleasure shot through me as if it had pierced straight to the top of my skull. My legs stretched out rigid and my hips bucked.
—Squ… elch.
A wet sound of flesh parting between my legs — and for an instant, it felt as though the light itself had vanished.
In that blackened world, the only sound was air ringing and swirling, as if I were floating underwater. I hung there, dazed, drifting — then my body jerked as if being sucked downward.
"…Hah—!"
When I came back to myself, somehow no strength would enter my limbs. Between my legs, a yellow stream was soaking the milky-white egg as if wringing every drop of moisture from my body.
—Trickle….
"Haa… haah…!"
I rode out the aftershocks of a climax that rivaled the first time I'd ever touched myself — and then Huey's voice, belatedly worried:
"…You okay?"
I didn't have the energy to answer, so I just nodded.
"Alright. I'll finish the rest."
I silently apologized in advance to whoever would eventually have to clean up this disaster, then went limp and left myself to Huey's hands.
And then—
—Squeeze.
"Hyaang…."
As if showing consideration for the last one, he stroked my belly with just the right gentle pressure.
—Squelch….
He'd even taken his hand off my chest, focusing solely on pushing the egg free. Watching him, I somehow felt that aching, yearning sensation well up in my lower belly again.
—Press.
"Nnh… haang…."
And like this, I was also becoming increasingly aware of something of Huey's that had been twitching against my back for a while now…
—Plop.
"…Kyaah!"
There had been a bit of a commotion along the way, but all three eggs made it safely out of my belly.
"Whew. Good work."
As it wound down, Huey's hand gave my breast one more lingering squeeze, as if reluctant to stop. I carefully opened my mouth.
"Um…."
"Hm?"
"…My belly. Rub it a little more."
Huey seemed a bit unsatisfied himself. And since the opportunity was here… yeah. Surely it was fine to enjoy it a little longer before we finished.
"You can touch my chest more, too."
"…For real?"
I nodded instead of answering. Huey pulled me back into his arms with clear delight.
"Well then. Excuse me."
"Hyaang♡"
Apparently he wanted to try the other hand this time — left hand on my belly, right hand on my breast.
"Nnh… haah…."
I leaned my back quietly against his chest and focused on the pleasure blooming from both places at once.
And so, without a word between us, we each devoted ourselves to our respective tasks for a long while.
Then, as if by some unspoken agreement, we looked at each other at the same moment — and with a strange feeling, as though everything until now might have been a dream, we brought our one-night transgression to a close, leaving just a little regret behind.
"Haa…."
"Want me to wrap the bandages for you?"
It had been nothing like what I'd expected — but we'd gotten results beyond what I'd aimed for, so.
"…Mm. It's fine. I was going to take them off for bed anyway."
I sat back against a chair in Huey's room, answering in a daze, still half-lost in the afterglow of the pleasure I'd just been drowning in.
And then—
"Whew. The bedding's roughly sorted, so…."
Having sat me in the chair and cleaned up the wrecked bed, Huey stretched with a crack of his joints and turned to look at me.
"Tired? Want me to take you to your room?"
Apparently there had been spare bedding — the freshly spread covers looked soft and inviting.
"Um… Ren?"
I ignored Huey's muttering beside me and—
—Flop.
—dropped face-first onto the bed.
"Hnya…."
I surrendered to the pleasant drowsiness, and closed my eyes.