STORY: Iris (Patreon)

Disclaimer: All characters in this work are 18 years of age or older and engage in consensual sexual activities. This content is intended for mature audiences only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are legally permitted to view explicit material in your jurisdiction and understand that this work contains adult themes.

WORD COUNT: 7k words

SUMMARY: Iris invokes a lord of the dark, a timeless creature from the abyss, in exchange for whatever she wishes. Nothing's free in this life, and the only thing Iris has to give in exchange is to carry the demon's offspring.

TAGS: fpreg, eggpreg, magical/supernatural pregnancy, sort of rapid pregnancy, small sex scene human/demon (tentacles involved), birth kink, graphic birth, orgasmic birth, nsfw, +18 content

A/N: The birth part of the story features Iris performing a ritual, and involves the presence of the demon along her side during the birth, plus an orgasmic birth. There's not really great detail into the demon, but there are mentions of tentacles and an overall Lovecraftian vibe to it.

“Iris.”

The wooden floors trembled when the voice echoed through the room. Iris tightened her eyes close, her hands gripping at the hem of her shirt. The voice slid inside her eardrums and vibrated through her body, as if whoever — whatever— was speaking to her was coming from her insides. 

She didn’t need to open her eyes to know what was going on in front of her: there were exactly seven candles lit, sitting in front of her in a perfect circle, with an open book in the middle. The ritual had worked.

Keep your eyes closed. That was all she had to do now. It was very clear in the book, no matter what you hear or what you feel, you must only see the dark from within you during all the rituals. But keeping her eyes closed was hard now. Curiosity was boiling inside her. She wanted to see what it looked like.

The room felt heavy. Iris could feel the quiet presence that seemed to hover in front of her, seeping through the room like a dense dampness. The suffocating feeling of someone staring right at her wasn’t the worst, the worst probably was the sensation of something running over the skin of her arms slowly, something warm and almost sticky that slid and threatened to wrap around her arms: tentacles.

What was touching her wasn’t anthropoid by any means.

In the books, there wasn't a representation of Shurvu. Not even a vague description, just concepts that told terrible, horrific tales. But right now Iris could picture it easily in her mind. Shurvu was something dark, huge and dense that hovered over her body, a hundred voices from the abyss that reverberated in her ear and crawled under her skin.

"I know what you called me for," the demon spoke, a tentacle wrapping around Iris' neck. "I will provide you with anything you wish, my child…"

Iris opened her mouth, but when the tentacle around her neck tightened its grip, she got the hint. The Lord of the Dark didn’t have to tell her twice to remain quiet. 

"Anything you want," the voice repeated. "But it comes with a price."

"Yes…" swallowing, Iris nodded. "I…"

"You are willing to pay it" Shurvu interrupted, a low laugh that echoed in Iris' ear. "...right?"

"Yes. I'm willing to pay for it."

Her words came out steady, secure, confident. But her legs were trembling and there was a weight on her stomach that, deep down, she knew what it meant: she was willing to pay for the price, even if it meant to carry the Lord of the Dark’s offspring for a while.

And, the smallest part of her brain was sure: her legs were trembling not out of fear, but excitement. 

“Yes, you are…” another laugh, then, Iris felt a warm, hot breath right against her neck. “As you want it, Iris.”

***

Her eyes snapped open. The first thing Iris did was to look around and realize that she was in the exact same spot as the night before. Or at least, the last spot she remembered to be while still conscious. 

The last thing she remembered was to say yes, then, pitch black. There was a missing part of the story.

Her fingers moved to the side, stroking the floor, passing them over her sides as she caressed the wooden floor, the melted candle wax that formed intricate shapes on the living room floor. 

Then, her eyes flew to her middle. Where last night was her flat, toned abdomen it was now replaced by a small iceable bump. Barely noticeable, but it was there. Iris moved her hand to rest on top of her stomach, her fingers lingering over the skin, playing with her navel piercing. It took her by surprise, a gasp leaving her lips when the cold of her fingertips caressed the —now very— sensitive skin. 

Iris stood up. Her body felt heavy and slow, and she took in her surroundings. Everything was the same, everything was in place, and the only proof that something happened last night was the melted candles and the books scattered around the room.  

Everything was the same, except the way her body felt. It felt different. She couldn’t point out what was wrong, exactly what was mismatched, but something was going on with her body. 

She didn’t feel this way with any of her previous pregnancies. 

If she had to put it into words, Iris felt as if she had gained a whole new level of awareness of her own body. As if her skin suddenly was burning with every sensation, everything was coming at her with such an intensity. She could feel the way her shirt stretched around her abdomen and her new bump, the way her bra now felt as if it was trapping her breasts when she would never notice it before. The way her piercings in her nipples grazed against the fabric, and the piercing on her clit… well, that was something else. 

For the first time, she did something unusual for her: Iris got into this one without having any idea of what it held for her.

She did her best to immerse herself in this particular demon’s world, she did her best to inquire and read everything there was about Shruvu — which wasn’t much. All the books she could find, there was always something missing. Iris had to get scattered pieces of ancient texts, books forgotten by time, and trust her intuition. Shruvu was something old, archaic, the remaining horrors of an old world that didn’t exist any longer. 

Powerful was the word Iris was thinking about. This Lord of the Dark held a power that Iris didn’t even want to think about. The last thing Iris wanted was to make it mad.  

The brunette moved to grab one of the books from the floor, looking for the page that depicted “Shruvu” with gothic letters. Flipping through the pages, reading quickly the content that by now she had almost memorized, Iris landed on the page of her interest.

Invokation of Shruvu, The history behind the forgotten time, Sons and daughters of the demon. Sons and daughters, that was the one she was interested in. Iris' eyes flickered through the page until the bottom.

The illustration was a bit worn off, the passage of time clear on every inch of the page, but it was very clear. The drawings of seven eggs, all of them going from the smallest to the biggest, the smallest, being the size of her palm. Iris flipped the page to find the subtitle “Welcoming the offspring into the world” which was underlined a few times with red ink, but the rest of the page was completely worn off.

Only a few words were visible, saved from the ravages of time, but none of them made sense to Iris: fun, pleasure, time, dark, rest. All of them scattered around the page. Iris sighed, throwing the book carelessly to the couch. Her hand moved to rest over the vague shape of the growing bump of her stomach.

***

In the few days that followed the ritual, Iris spent an embarrassing amount of time looking at herself in the mirror. In a matter of just three days, she went from looking slightly bloated to looking pregnant. Very pregnant.

Every time she could catch a glance of her reflection on a surface, on the mirror, on windows, on anything that reflected herself, she had to stop and admire the way her middle was growing. With a sigh, Iris closed her eyes and focused on taking a deep breath. Her first attempt to get out of bed that morning had failed.

With the new addition of a little extra weight on her middle section, and so little time to adjust to her new body, things that normally wouldn’t represent a challenge at all were now just difficult to deal with. 

It always happened that way, Iris’ body, lean and athletic, was taken by surprise every time it gained weight when carrying. But then, she would have a few months to slowly adjust, this time she just had barely a few days.

With a grunt, Iris finally pulled herself to her feet. With a very slow pace, she lifted herself from the bed and made her way out of her bedroom. 

As soon as she stepped foot inside the kitchen, her body automatically bumped against the corner of her kitchen table. Now the small kitchen of her house seemed even smaller with that belly in the way, in the past few days, almost all the furniture of her body had been bumped by the bump.

On automatic pilot, Iris got her hands on the kettle, pouring water and turning on the stove to make herself a cup of coffee. She turned it off immediately with a loud groan.

Since the ritual was successful, she decided to treat this pregnancy as a normal one and do the same things she did with her past ones. That meant a shortage of her usual caffeine intake, among other things. Iris wasn’t necessarily an expert on non-human pregnancies, but she figured that if the rules worked to perfection with human ones, then better not risk it and stick to them. 

The woman stared at herself in the reflection of her oven glass. To be fair, she never carried big when she got pregnant, but this one seemed to be the exception: this was the biggest she had ever seen herself.

Not that she didn't like it. It was almost exciting. She liked how soft her body became, how nice the navel piercing looked on that popped belly button, taunting against the stretched skin. 

Until now, there had been no signs of The Lord of the Dark. The presence of the demon not once visited her, in any way. It was something she would have expected, for it to manifest in some way, but nothing. Iris didn’t know if she should be worried or relieved about it. 

***

The doorbell rang. 

Iris’ head snapped from her book, and she tried to get up from the couch with a grunt. Fuck, another first attempt failed. These days the sole task of getting up was full of failed first tries.

The girl took a deep breath, a hand on her lower back, and pushed herself from side to side to reach the couch arm, propping herself up with a heavy sigh. She didn’t even bother getting her shoes on, barely threw on her green robe and started making her way towards the front door.

Lately, it was just more comfortable to wear as little clothing as possible.  Her breasts were very sensitive, and it meant that her nipple piercing hurt with almost everything they touched. Being naked around the house was the only bearable solution, and she was getting used to it.

The fabric of the robe barely wrapped around the gravid surface of her pregnant stomach as the doorbell rang again. 

“Coming!” she shouted.

She was welcomed by the face of the restaurant delivery boy, a wonky barely legal worker teenager who looked annoyed out of his soul. He glanced at her, a small glance of confusion taking over his face as his eyes wandered over Iris’ body. The woman gave him a stare, raising an eyebrow and stepping closer, and the boy immediately backed up. 

His face went red when he caught a glimpse of her bare chest under the robe.

“Here’s…” the boy cleaned his throat, standing straight “Your order, ma’am. Grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup.”

Her mouth watered at the words, and she bit her lip to avoid screaming in excitement. She took the bag from the boy’s hand —it was still warm, great— and gave him a few dollars for a tip. 

“That’s a big dog you got out there,” he said as he started to step back towards his bike. “You should probably chain it up, ma’am. Barely managed to get here without getting bit.”

“I don't have a dog…” Iris started to say, but the boy was already leaving her driveway, leaving a dust cloud behind. 

Odd. Waddling towards the window, Iris leaned against the wall, moving to slowly pull away the curtains to peek outside. The boy was right, on the other side of the street, sniffing around her neighbor's trash can, there was a huge black dog.

It was a beast. It looked like a well-taken care, breed dog, with shiny hair and visible muscles. Damn, it looked like the dog worked out more than her. She could understand why the boy was terrified. 

Her neighbors must have gotten a new pet. As she was about to go back to the couch, the dog looked up from the ground, tilting its head at her. 

Right in her direction, as if it knew that Iris was staring at her. Her heart jumped a bit on her chest when she made direct eye contact with those white eyes. For a moment, before she closed the curtains and took a step back, Iris had the feeling the dog was smiling at her from the other side of the street. 

Silly. Dogs don’t smile.

Since the moment she woke up that morning, she had one, and only one thing in mind: grilled cheese.

God, she was starving lately. It felt like with this pregnancy the only thing she did was eat. Sometimes it was like she just couldn’t physically ignore the hunger, the cravings. The image of the crunchy, perfectly toasted bread being pulled apart by strings of cheese couldn’t leave her mind. Her stomach grumbled and rejected every other food option until she decided to finally give in and order it. 

She took the first bite of the sandwich and a moan escaped her lips. Iris almost threw her head back and buzzed with excitement when the taste of the cheese and the crunch of the bread filled her mouth. Oh, man. She hadn’t eaten something so good for such a long time. When her belly growled again, Iris swallowed the rest of the sandwich in just a few bites. 

A content smile stretched across Iris’ face as the warm soup slowly warmed her insides. A shiver rolled down Iris’ back. It wasn’t just the warm food. 

"You happy in there?" she asked, looking down at her swollen stomach. "I don't know when you will come out guys, but you're getting a bit too comfortable in there."

As if they could read their mind, Iris felt the eggs inside her squirm, making the skin of her stomach flutter just so slightly, but it was there. Iris sighed, took another gulp of tomato soup, and patted her stomach. 

***

It had been a weird night.

Iris felt as if she were in the clouds, trapped in a haze of desire and need. She was terribly horny.

Sooner than later, she found herself rolling over in bed, side to side, caught in the fine barrier between dreams and reality. The fabric of her sheets felt like silk against her skin, the mattress was like heaven under her body, and even the scent of her sheets seemed more fragrant than usual. Her body ached with yearning for something she knew she could not have. All she wanted to do was to reach out and take it...

She had to be dreaming. 

She didn't understand what was happening at first. Her eyes were closed and she was flickering between dream and consciousness, but when she opened her eyes and saw herself —her own body, as if she were outside of it— floating inches from the bed, the only thing she could think of was that Iris had to be dreaming.

She closed her eyes and counted to three, before opening them again. This time, she was in her body.

Her mouth moved, but no words came out. She tried to move her arms, but they wouldn’t obey her commands. The world shifted underneath her, the mattress moving along with it, and then she realized that she wasn't touching the mattress or the blankets —  she was still floating, hovering above the bed.

Well, what now?  

Her mind started to spin, thinking about the particular situation she was in right now and what the fuck was she gonna do when as in response, something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Next to the bed, and floating up to be next to her level, a woman materialized. Just like that a body appeared out of thin air. 

The pale skin was almost translucent under the light coming from the street, and the dark long hair that fell almost to the woman's hips almost floated in the air. Iris followed up the trail of small pearls that hung from a necklace and headed down the woman's waist, following up the toned abdomen, and the prominent perfect breasts until Iris' eyes met with the burning red eyes staring at her.

Whatever was floating next to her was terribly alluring. 

Something in the woman’s eyes was so enticing, so seductive. So powerful. Iris' mind searched through some forgotten trunk filled with old information, and the word succubus came to the surface of her mind. It had to be that, no other thing could...

"You're wrong," the woman's voice echoed in her ear in a whisper. "You know who I am."

The woman reached out with a hand that didn't look real, but Iris felt the tip of her fingers brushing against her skin, making her tremble with delight. A smirk appeared on the woman's face, a soft laugh echoing in the dark of the room. 

The woman wasn't moving her mouth. The voice didn't sound right beside her ear, it was coming from inside her own head. And the touches over her body weren't really there, they were produced by something invisible — the woman wasn't moving a muscle to grope at her breasts.

Iris closed her eyes and bit her lip, sinking into the feeling of the woman's cold fingers starting to slide between her legs, slowly caressing her inner thighs and creeping inside her panties. The feeling of cool fingers touching her wet folds turned from surprise to fucking hot real quickly when the woman's tongue licked over her earlobe.

The woman kissed her neck, and whispered in her ear, "Open your eyes".

What she realized was a tentacle started to caress her face, forcing her to look at her right where the woman floated, and then it clicked. Shruvu. 

Iris felt dizzy, her heart racing as cold hands started to cup and pussy, a finger sliding down her wet folds and inserting deep inside of her while her hips buckled and her clit rubbed against the palm of its hand. Next to her, the woman remained completely still, only the grin that grew wider and wider was what convinced Iris that it wasn't just a frozen illusion. 

Her head fell backwards and she moaned loudly, the sensation was heavenly. Invisible hands continued stroking her, rubbing up and down slowly. A second tentacle joined the first one, stroking her breasts and pressing against the erect nipples and the cold metal of her piercings. 

Then, as soon as it started, it ended. 

Iris barely realized when her body orgasmed through the pleasure, her body convulsing in the air, the orgasm washing over her like a wave of warmth and euphoria.  Before she realized it, she was dead asleep back on her bed, naked and warm.

***

Her reflection trembled and wavered in the mirror, lightened by the candlelight.

Iris decided to move the full-body mirror from her bedroom to the living room. Not only did it result in a successful interior design choice, but every time she would see herself naked, pacing around her living room, it would put a smirk on her face. 

She wanted to be able to watch herself labor, at least while she could. She knew that when the real deal came, she was gonna have to be blindfolded.

But in the meanwhile? Iris wanted to stare at the fertile image her body had become because it suited her fucking well. 

As her nails caressed lightly over the tense orb of her stomach, her face turned into a frown when a cramp took over her stomach. They were still cramps. Not contractions, yet. It was a dull pain that started from her stomach and took over her lower back. 

Exhaling through her mouth, her eyes met her reflection again. Iris moved to put her hair up in a high ponytail as the pain stopped, before moving her hands back to her stomach, caressing the tense muscles as she paced around.

She found herself staring at her body from the side, watching the swollen curves of her body in the half-light of the room. Her skin didn’t have any noticeable stretch marks, but her stomach looked tense and hard, pushing out of her middle section, and she felt huge. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was getting older, or if this pregnancy was a bit bigger than all her past ones.

She spent the next hour pacing around the dark room, rocking her hips and rubbing her contracting stomach, trying to relieve some of the cramps. 

“Mhm…” Iris hummed, her eyes closed as she shook her head from side to side each time the pain would take over. “Damn”

Iris felt the way her stomach stopped tensing under the palm of her hand as her body relaxed. The contraction went away, and Iris let out a sharp breath as she looked up. Outside, the sun had set long ago, and the full moon bathed the room in a ghostly light. 

In the past few hours, her stomach dropped even more. Even when she thought it wasn’t possible. Her smooth skin became tense, and furious red stretched over her tense stomach. When she moved, Iris could swear she could feel the eggs inside her squirming and protruding outwards.

In the past few days, her body had just been accommodating for the inevitable moment of the birth. But today she woke up and her stomach was hanging low and gravid, her body covered with a strange sensation, and the intermittent, spaced and casual cramps that plagued her had become persistent, unavoidable pains.

Iris knew herself; her body, her experience and her instincts, all were telling her that today was her last day pregnant. 

It took her a bit by surprise. Everything happened…so fast. It had been a short, intense, furious trip. 

In the morning, after breakfast, she got dressed up and went to buy everything she knew she needed: candles, some herbs, more candles, and so the long list Iris had written down in the past few days (just basic stuff she was gonna need in the next days) was almost completed, because she thought she was gonna have more time to do so. 

Another contraction. Rocking her hips against the air, one hand holding her stomach, Iris looked at her watch. Well, these contractions were coming in a very regular pattern now. 

Pushing herself away from the table, Iris made her way to stand in front of the full-body mirror. Both her hands were firmly pressed to the sides of her stomach, slowly rubbing soothing circles as she waddled to face her reflection.

Humming, Iris leaned to blow off the candles she had lit up right next to the mirror.

For a moment, she found herself immersed in the dark. The moon cast a few dim rays from the window, but Iris couldn't make anything besides a few centimeters in front of her. She extended her hand to touch the mirror glass and stared at the reflection of her eyes in the dark. 

She looked behind her. 

It was supposed to be pure darkness because behind her there was only her couch. But between the darkness there was the shape of something that vaguely resembled something human, shapes that weren't just products of shadows and the lightning from outside. 

Behind her, something —someone?— moved. For a moment, a flash, a stray ray of moonlight illuminated an inhuman face. A fraction of black skin and red, furious eyes watching her carefully.

Iris' heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to take a deep breath. With her eyes locked on the mirror, on the spectral image behind her, she bent over to lift the unlit candle from the floor. She started to make her way towards the kitchen in the dark, her bare feet smacking against the floor.

Grabbing the lighter from the kitchen table, she lit up the candle in her hand again. 

A small contraction took over her, making Iris let out a breath and bend forward, gripping the kitchen table as the candle quivered in her hand. She closed her eyes and focused on breathing, in and out, as the pain passed.

On the way back to the living room, the hallway was less scary. 

One by one, Iris used the already lit candle to light the seven candles disposed on the floor in the living room.  Each time, Iris' body shuddered and tensed, but each time, the cramps eased into nothing but a dull ache. 

Another contraction, and she closed her eyes shut when the pain stepped up a level higher in the pain threshold she had been feeling. She had to remain like that for a few moments, eyes closed shut and shaky breath. Her face turned into a grimace, the wax of the lit candle starting to melt against her hand. A warm breath hit the back of her neck, and she felt the touch of a burning hand that slowly pressed against her back. 

This time, she wasn’t startled. Her eyes remained closed as the contraction passed, and the heat of the touch was still pressed against her back as she stood up straight again. It was barely there, almost comfortingly.

Deep down, she knew that it wasn’t here today to harm her. 

Half an hour later, her contractions suddenly sped up. They started to come faster, and stronger, hitting her almost every five minutes and seemed to last an eternity as the pain froze her.

Iris found herself pacing around the living room, to her bedroom, to her kitchen. Her steps echoing in the dark, she left the candle she was using in the living with the others. Almost frantically, her hands roamed from her back to her stomach, to her bare breasts and, from time to time, she found herself slowly cupping her pussy, grinding against her hand. Pleasure was a good antidote against the pain.

Now, a low hum vibrated in her throat as Iris rocked her hips in the air, squatting next to the couch as she practiced her breathing exercises. Breathe, hold, exhale. The pain was almost unbearable. She was still able to function through it, but these contractions were becoming the real deal very soon. Her stomach was tensing and spasming, sending pain through her body as she never felt before, none of her past pregnancies Iris had had such an... interesting labor.

Of course, her last pregnancies weren’t so inhuman-lish. 

The contraction went away, and Iris slowly lifted herself from the floor, supporting herself with the cushions. As she was going up, a frown formed on her face when a trickle of liquid started to roll down her leg. 

Her water broke. 

"Fuck..." Iris sighed, staring at the puddle that was starting to form beneath her. "Well...shit."

In a matter of minutes, she found herself kneeling on the floor. Since her water broke, the contractions and the pressure were rising in intensity hand by hand. She placed the candles, one by one, in a perfect circle. Then, she used the already lightened one to light up one by one the others.

Right before she could finish with the last candle, a contraction took over her.

"Fuck...!" shouting, Iris bit her lips as she rocked her hips in the air, her body slowly squatting to the floor as she threw her head backwards, taking in a deep breath as the pain settled in her middle section. "Mhm..."

Shaking her head, she felt the wax of the candle on her hand falling to the skin of her thighs, and she let out another prompted moan at the feeling. Finally, the pain passed. With a small laugh, she reached to light up the last candle.

She stood up, a hand carefully pressed to her underbelly as she blew off the candle in her hand. She was almost there.

She paced, rocked her hips and panted through the next contractions. Every time she moved, she could feel the eggs inside her shifting in her stomach, eager to come out. 

She could feel the first one slowly making its way down her birth canal. The pressure was slowly building up between her legs, nothing she couldn’t handle. 

It was time. Her fingers picked up the small scarf that was resting on the couch. With ease, Iris tied it around her head, covering her own eyes and falling into the dark once again.

She found herself again in the penumbra, her eyes open and barely getting to see through the black veil. Through the fabric, she could make out the light from the candles, barely visible, deformed shapes and dull colors that danced in front of her. 

She stood up straight, fixing her posture, and moved both her hands to rest on top of her stomach, firmly pressed against the skin. She turned around carefully, slowly, and took a few steps forward, trusting her intuition that she was now in the candle circle correctly, positioned right in the middle.

Iris took a deep breath at the same time a contraction hit her. She forced herself to remain straight, almost immobile, as her stomach tensed and she let the pain take over her body. Her breath hitched and pain leaked to her face, but she didn’t budge, remaining still. 

She breathed. The pain went away. Even when the fabric was covering her eyes, she closed her eyes as she tried to focus again. For a moment, she listened to the sounds that surrounded her —the sound of the fire and the night birds grounded her— and then Iris recited the words.

Without missing a beat and with no stammering, she recited by memory the words of the book to invoke the Lord of the Dark. The foreign words, from a forgotten tongue, sounded familiar in her mouth.

When she finished, she was met with silence. The sharp whistle of the quietness pierced her ears, not a single soul moving, not even the birds outside or the insects in the yard. Iris felt as if, around her, time had frozen. Then, she felt a warm touch on her back. 

A tentacle slid around her waist and another wrapped itself around her wrist, softly pushing her forwards. Iris took a careful step, but soon she realized that the grip the demon had on her body was guiding her, so she allowed herself to be led, moving to lay down on the wooden floor.

Her stomach contracted. The warmth of Shruvu’s touch had disappeared, but the presence was there. She could feel it, the air was different, and her surroundings had become smooth, intoxicating, making her feel as if she was wrapped in smooth velvet.

And it was everywhere.

The pain eased as she breathed, her hands roaming all over her tense stomach. Now, with her eyes covered, fully submerged in the dark, it felt as if some of her senses were enhanced. Everything felt raw and sensitive to the touch, and she realized as her fingers caressed slowly over her stomach that it wasn’t the only place where everything was sensitive. 

Iris moved her hand to cup one of her swollen breasts. The smallest amount of pressure she applied to the tender flesh made her moan, and the woman had to bite her lips to contain the sounds. 

Her nipples hardened between her fingers as Iris massaged them, the warmth of her hand against the metal of her piercings, the pressure against her swollen chest, everything felt great. More than great, Iris realized when her hand left her belly to slide between her legs, her fingers meeting her wet folds. 

A gasp escaped her lips as another contraction hit her. She was busy multitasking, one hand on her nipple and the other slowly rubbing against her pierced clit, she barely noticed when a tentacle slid around her thighs, gripping softly at the flesh as it wrapped itself around her legs. 

She opened her eyes. The darkness of the fabric only allowed her to see vague shapes that danced around the candlelight, and she realized that her legs were spread wide. The tentacle around her thighs tightened its grip, and Iris closed her eyes again. It loosened. 

Now she was fully aware of the grip the two tentacles had on her to keep her legs spread. The warm, almost jellyish texture against her inner thigh didn’t move after her eyes closed.

Iris moved the hand that was busy rubbing herself to her stomach, slowly rubbing soothing circles around the taunt skin, when suddenly her hand was trapped by another hand and brought back between her legs.

“Uh-hm…” Iris moaned, breathing through her lips at the contraction that took over her and at the sensation of her hand grinding against her cunt.

The feeling intensified when another hand moved to replace the lack of a hand against her breasts, groping and massaging her chest fondly. The stimulus, the dark, it was all too much: her hand pleasing herself slowly against her clit, her other hand caressing slow, firm circles over her tense stomach, her nipples being stimulated by...

Another foreign hand? Iris opened her eyes again, facing the dark, and she tried to move, only to discover that her body was kept in place by the tentacles tightening around her legs,  forcing her to remain still. 

For a moment, snapping out of the haze of pleasure she was in, Iris moved her head around, confused. Then, the very well-known voice tingled against her ear. 

“Easy” the Lord of the Dark whispered in her ear, and Iris felt two hands roaming over her stomach. “Don’t startle yourself.”

Iris swallowed, and her body relaxed. With her next contraction, a painful one that drew a loud whimper out of her mouth, she started to become very conscious of the first egg that was making its way down her pelvis. It was… huge. 

It was huge, and it had to be the biggest one. Fuck, that was her luck. Slowly but surely, the weight of the egg made its way down, almost right behind the entrance of her vagina. 

Iris took a deep breath, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth, and shifted her focus from her stomach, which was starting to be taunted by another contraction, to the feeling of the firmly pressed hands against her breasts. Her free hand was going to move and slide between her legs again, but Iris found herself restricted.

Two more tentacles were now firmly wrapped around her biceps, keeping her in place. As if the Lord of the Dark could sense her urgency, soon the missing hand was replaced with another one.

Without being able to see, her mind was sharp when it came to the rest of her senses. She could hear the faint sounds of a few cars passing by far away on the street, the sound of the insects and the sound of the wind rippling through the trees outside. And the vague sound of the heavy breathing behind her. The smell of fire and sweat, as if she suddenly was aware of everything that was going on around her. But the one that channeled the most intense responses was her body. Every touch—the warmth and slippery touch of the tentacles wrapped around her extremities, both hands that cupped her breasts and her pussy, the soft hot breathing on the back of her neck, everything felt otherworldly. 

And as well, every contraction was becoming more and more insufferable.

“Mh-hm…shit…” a moan escaped her lips as another cramp took over her, her hips rocking against the floor. “fuck.”

With her hands pressed to her tensing stomach, rock hard under her fingers, Iris threw her head back. The hand that rested between her legs started to slowly rub between her wet, swollen folds, making its way up and down in a hypnotizing pattern. 

Iris’ hips bucked against the foreign hand, another contraction taking over her stomach, and a gasp escaped her lips when the huge egg that was making its way down her birth canal pushed forward. A surprisingly fast progress, because she could feel it right there, almost behind her lips. If she could move her hand to brush it over her swollen lips, the way her pussy was starting to bulge to accommodate stretching out the egg would be obvious. 

Another moan escaped her lips as the contraction reached its peak, pain shooting through her body, fighting against the pleasure to see which one would take over.

The hand between her legs sped up things, from sliding fingers up and down to rubbing fast circles over her clit as the other free hand moved to work on both her breasts. Iris cried out as the hand pinched, groped and squeezed.

The egg moved even more. A wave of pain washed over her body and Iris squirmed, trying to escape the sudden sensation. Once again, she was restricted, firmly kept in place by the tentacles.

“Breathe through it” with a small smirk in their voice, Shruvu whispered. “Just breathe. The first one will be here soon.”

I know, Iris would have wanted to say out loud, but the words lost themselves in another loud, long groan that escaped her mouth as she breathed, trying to get through another contraction. The first egg was indeed, inch by inch, coming closer. 

“I…mhm…” Iris whimpered to the air, rocking her hips as she worked through the cramps. “I think I need to push” 

Iris felt the pair of hands roaming over her, groping her tense, gravid stomach slowly. Then, as if they were meditating about her words, the hands started to slowly fidget over her body. Tapping lightly on her contracting stomach, sharp nails scratching over her thighs, massaging her breasts distractedly. 

Fuck. The egg pressed right against her entrance. 

“I want to…” Iris' words were interrupted by a wave of pressure crashing over her. “...push…?”

The foreign hand began to rub her clit. The pleasure filled her brain in a thick haze, the pain of her contracting stomach taking second place. With slow, rhythmic movements, the Lord of the Dark played with her cunt. 

Iris moaned, throwing her head back in pleasure. The first egg was slowly stretching her lips open, making its way out even when she wasn't pushing, and it felt good. The pressure, the way it was touching her, the slow stretch. It felt good.

“Just hold on,'' Shruvu's voice echoed in Iris' ear. “Let it come out on its own.”

It wasn't that hard to obey the request. Her booty was being stimulated in all the right spots, hands over her wet cunt, tentacles pressing on her extremities and keeping her still, more tentacles wrapped around her sensitive breasts and playing with her nipples.

The urge to push was overcome by the pleasure, the imminent pressure between her legs long forgotten by the rush of pleasure from her sensitive clit.

It took her by surprise when the egg started to crown.

“A…ha…ah!” Iris' body contorted, her trapped legs squirming in place as the pressure between her legs intensified, hips jerking in place. 

It was as big as she imagined. She wanted to reach out her hand to feel the egg, to feel the shape of her lips building around the egg, but once again, she found herself immobilized.

“Push. Push now”.

Iris wasn't one to follow orders. It wasn’t her type, in fact, all the contrary: she was the one to give orders. But with the Lord of the Dark, she just simply didn’t feel like being a brat. It was as if everything was put on a silver plate for her as long as she obeyed. Taking a deep breath, Iris waited until the next contraction started to push. Her mind was fragmented between the pain and the building up of an orgasm that was starting to form as the hand rubbed her clit faster and faster. 

She pushed. As the peak of her orgasm took over Iris, the first egg made its way out of her with a gush of amniotic liquid.

“Fuck…!” she moaned, feeling her hips shaking as the egg popped out of her.

Shruvu patted her stomach, lightly scratching her skin before reaching to slide between her legs again. Iris felt a tentacle slowly starting to squeeze at her breasts, working there until a bit of warm milk came out. She had to swallow a moan of pleasure when another contraction took over. 

The next egg was slower making its way down her birth canal, but even like that, laying down and tied, the eggs were quickly defying gravity, making their way down to her entrance. This one felt smaller than the first one, and she hoped that the one she just pushed out was the biggest of them all.

When a tentacle brushed her sensitive clitoris, Iris couldn't help moaning out loud, writhing under its touch. Her stomach contracted as her cunt throbbed, fingers gripping against the wood floor, muscles tautening under the contractions.

The next egg was larger, thicker, she could feel it. Another contraction took over her, a wave of pressure washing over Iris' entire body, her legs jerking in response. Her body reacted by trying to pull her legs closer together, trying to escape the pain, but the tentacles kept them wide open. 

"You can push now"  Shruvu whispered, close to her neck again. "Listen to your body... push with the contractions."

Iris nodded silently. Her clit was sending almost electric spasms of pleasure through her body as she felt another contraction taking hold of her. She pushed. The pressure eased just a bit as the egg slid further out of her. the tentacle was still rubbing against her clit, and Iris could feel a second orgasm starting to come. 

"Mhm...fuck..." Iris whimpered, feeling her body convulse as another contraction took over "More..." she begged, thrusting her hips in the air to match the tentacle stroking her clit. 

She pushed. Shruvus didn't hesitate to give her what she wanted, the tentacle over her clit started to go faster. Iris couldn't stop from crying, screaming out loud, her belly muscles tightening as the last few contractions hit her in rapid succession. The tip of the egg started to peek out of her vagina. 

"Shit, fuck...!" Iris cried out with a soft scream of pleasure when the last contraction stopped.

The egg came out further as she pushed. Her lips were starting to stretch around the egg as it came into a crown, spreading her open. She pushed again, and the egg almost came to a full crown, but it slipped back inside. 

“Fuck..!” Iris panted, fighting for control over her labored breathing.

“Take this moment to enjoy it. We've got all night” Shruvu said "Hold it in a bit more." 

"Nhgn...fuck" Iris moaned, another orgasm starting to build up. 

The egg was stuck, no matter how much she pushed, it just didn't budge. It didn't move. The way it was stretching her lips out, opening her, and the constant rubbing on her clit was sending her to the edge. She pushed again, but the only thing that happened was she started to feel her next orgasm building up.

“Push”, Shruvu ordered her “Now”. 

Iris pushed once again, panting heavily, and this time the egg moved. The egg was crowning, and soon Iris pushed again as she reached her climax, the second egg sliding out of her body with a gush of fluids.

“Fuck...” Iris moaned, feeling the last pulses of her orgasm coursing through her veins. 

Another egg started to make its way down her birth canal. A moment later, another contraction cursed through her. Her eyes closed and her hand twitched, she wanted to reach between her legs again, but she was still tied up. 

“Urgh....” Iris gasped out, babbling words. “My...please?"

Shruvu chuckled, their hand moving to brush a strand of dark hair from her sweaty face. The voice echoed inside Iris' ear, and she smiled. 

"I'll give you one orgasm for each one of my eggs."