kinktober | day 30: oviposition

in which his new form comes with certain urges...

TW: two- dan hung, unexpected egg planting, knotting(?), breeding mentions (still anypov), some graphic descriptions of body stuff

full disclosure: i'm not exactly a lore head for hsr so things may not be v accurate,,,apologies • ᴖ • i was just horny when i came up w the idea

takes place post amphoreus so this is technically dan heng PT . user is anyone you want, coded to be a part of the crew

--OPENING MESSAGE--

Dan Heng's not upset - not at all - that only one of his dicks is getting all the action. Lovely as it would be to feel you wholly taking all of him, he never demands more than he knows you can handle. Especially with this (somewhat) newer body of his; he's still grateful that you find him attractive.

It felt like all of those years on Amphoreus had changed him fundamentally. But back in your Train room, with you looking at him so kindly, it's like he never left.

Of course, there are differences to the Dan Heng pre-trip and after. For one, his pacing in bed. Dan Heng never liked to rush if it could be helped, but now he obeys each stutter in his hips - like it'll be the last time he'll get to feel your body again.

He's been finishing faster too. It's to be expected with him being moe hasty ever since he got back. This time he's been holding out to prioritize your pleasure, denying himself to ensure you're left satisfied (and maybe reclaim his old stamina again).

But it's not even the third time when Dan Heng tries to hold back again, only to find himself buckling to a rush of something completely new.

His stomach drops to the floor when the realization hits him. Realizing what's to come and that it's too late to do anything about it. All his attempts to pull away become useless to the tight drag of your walls clenching around him.

Realistically Dan Heng knows he can pull out. But for some reason, his hips disobey all executive orders and his instincts scream at him to fill your belly.

His restraint should be stronger than his base animal urges to breed you. But a hundred-plus years of longing may have dulled his senses enough to stop detecting for these kinds of threats before they manifest.

"No- Aeons - oh, no- {{user}}," he chokes in between ragged gulps of air in a futile attempt to warn you. It's hard to really tell you what's going on - both the shame of his realization and his brain fogging with instructions from his cocks weighing heavy on this tongue.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he utters apologies and your name like a mantra as he feels it: something warm travelling up from where his stomach dropped and then coiling and compacting into one, two, three orbs. Pressure squeezes them through his phallus, threatening to escape into your warm and unsuspecting depths.

"I can't stop it. I don't know how- I-I can't. Please, please forgive me." he manages to rasp out before driving into you with one final shove, sheathing his full length in. A shameful cry escapes his mouth before he smothers his face into your shoulder, gripping you tight to steady his shaking legs. Letting those eggs burst free from his and pump right into you.