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Burning, burning, burning.
His whole body was burning up.
Vox had a meeting planned for today, but canceled it after he fucking forgot to plan ahead.
Normally he was good about writing things down, but maybe he slipped up last time. Or maybe this was too routine and hell decided to kick him in the ass again, flip him off and tell him to go fuck himself for daring to expect that from his afterlife.
Phone calls and faxes had to be made and he wanted to completely shut the fuck down already. He didn't even care that static was seeping into his voice at this rate, he just wanted to get back to his fucking room in the tower already, lock it and get left the fuck alone by everyone.
An hour later, after everything was sent out, he walked up to his room, too out of it to even attempt to travel via the wiring in the building. Employees quickly deserted the halls, having been around for this long enough by now to know that vacating the premises was preferable if they were to live to see another day.
When he finally got up to his room, he almost ripped the door off its damn hinges as he stumbled in, slamming it shut and sending a few things tumbling off the shelves. He heard something crash, wincing a bit, but he could take care of that later. He ducked into his en-suite, grabbing at least five towels that he threw onto the bed.
He could barely get his belt off and his pants down in time for the first wave of contractions, pain wracking his body as he hissed and curled in on himself. It never got easier in all his time down in hell, he never got used to it, and some of him thinks that maybe it's a part of his punishment.
Once it subsided, he shakily pulled his briefs down. When he fell down, he was blessed with the body of his dreams, one good thing about this wretched afterlife. A masculine chest, no need to bind like he did on earth, and no scars to clue people in. And down below, he still had his pussy, with the addition of a much bigger clit, the beginnings of a dick, he supposed.
It's not like he HATED his pussy, but it did present some... Complications down in hell. Despite having sex constantly, he never undressed further than his shirt. He never let anyone touch him below the belt. Maybe people suspected something was up, but they knew better than to say anything.
And the other complications it presented were currently happening to him right now. No periods down here, no menopause... But instead, this shit every month like clockwork.
So far he had managed to avoid anyone finding out about it, and he planned to keep it like this forever. Even if it would get harder, considering his current partnership with another overlord. But it was just business, it was strictly professional, so it wouldn't be that hard-
Thoughts cut off as a gush of wetness came forth. Thank god for the towels.
Vox clawed at his sheets, back arched painfully as another wave of contractions hit him, head full of sharp static as he grit his teeth. He could distantly hear something ringing, but he paid it no mind as his entire focus was devoted to what was happening between his legs.
He quickly grabbed a pillow and stuffed as much of it as he could into his mouth, just in time for the first egg case to start breaching his first cervix. Two wombs filled to the brim with multiple of these wretched things, that he'd have to lay each month, was his curse down here in hell.
The case was as big as his entire hand (fingers and all), and shaped like a drill. Passing all of these things took a few hours, usually, and he dreaded it every time. The first time it happened he thought he was fucking dying, at first from the fact that it looked like something alien was coming from him...
...And then from the pleasure of it all.
It finally came out and into his vagina, stretching the small space out around it. More wetness gushed out, and he let out an electric shriek into the pillow as he reached down. He found it was better to not fight it, to let his instincts take over and just enjoy this shit. They were always unfertilized, thankfully, sinners unable to get pregnant down in hell, so he could squeeze around it as much as he wanted to.
Minutes passed by as he fumbled with his clit, riding out waves of more contractions. They were still painful, but pain and pleasure were just a hair away from each other, weren't they? Another egg case came out from one of his cervixes, and one hard push was all it took to send the first one in his vagina flying out onto the towels, stringy slime coating it as he squirted.
Drool coated the pillow as he repeated the process, his body on autopilot as more egg cases came from his other womb. Ride the contractions, bare down, keep pushing them out, and enjoy himself during it. Just keep it up for a few hours, then clean everything up and pretend this never fucking happened.
Of course, nothing could ever be that fucking simple. Not down in hell.
The door was pushed open, and he barely had time to even register that he fucking forgot to lock it before he found himself looking directly at his business partner in the doorway.
Valentino, the overlord of the porn industry.
Vox scrambled as much as he could, spitting the pillow out and quickly shoving it between his legs. Valentino probably already saw his pussy, but- But he still didn't want him looking at it! He tried to bullshit up something to say, when of course, another contraction came down on him and instead made him scream it instead.
"Get ooouuuUUUT-" Vox choked out, several layers of static seeping into his voice as he pathetically hugged onto the pillow, whimpering at the end. He cracked open his eyes, and expected Valentino to be looking at him in some kind of way. Lust, hatred, disgust, he wasn't sure...
...But instead... He looked... As out of it as he did?
What the fuck?
"...No. I don't... Think I will..." Val said, his voice sounding distant as he stepped inside, shutting and locking the door behind him (at least somebody remembered to do that, Vox supposed). The way he walked was more akin to stumbling, and only when Vox's contractions died down did he finally focus on him.
Both normally elegant, fluffy antennas were a wreck, pinned behind him. His neck ruff was a mess. His face was flushed and drenched in sweat. His clothes looked like he had just thrown on whatever the fuck was in his closet and gave up halfway through getting dressed, only adjusted enough to not fall down and get him arrested for public indecency.
And between his legs... Something fucking massive was squirming around in them. Multiple things, in fact.
"G-Get back-" Vox sputtered out as he pressed against his headboard, still clinging onto the pillow between his legs. "What are you- Even doing here anyways-"
"I called you like... Eight times..." Val huffed out, before he winced and hugged at his own waist. Wait...
"I'm- I'm busy right now... Fuck off and we can talk laterrrRRR-" Vox tried to get out, before another contraction came down on him like a bolt of lightning. It felt like one of the egg cases was stuck inside of him. He finally dropped the pillow, and revealed his cunt to Val as tears of pain and sheer humiliation filled his eyes.
Fuck, he didn't need him to find out about this... Not like this...
"Ah... You... You have one too..." Val said through his haze.
Vox almost fucking choked on his own goddamn spit at that. Have one too? What the fuck did he mean by that?
"W-What?"
"Coño..." Val said as he pushed the wet pillow completely out of the way, his lower set of hands working on getting his pants pulled down while his upper set grabbed onto Vox's thighs and spread them apart. Vox's antennas started to twitch and flicker, betraying his emotions as he couldn't believe what was happening.
Their relationship... Was complicated, to say the least. Vox wanted to keep it strictly professional, and for a while, Valentino obliged. They teamed up a few years ago when Valentino fell down and had an explosive rise to power, the both of them mutually benefiting from what the other brought to the table.
Of course, someone like Valentino couldn't keep a promise like that for too terribly long.
The past few months, Val kept trying to make a move onto Vox, sending him scrambling away with his tail between his legs like the fucking coward he was about shit like this. He was still working through so much psychosexual bullshit after encounters with other overlords, he didn't need him to add onto it.
Of course, none of that mattered right now. Practically everything was thrown out the window when he was between his legs, licking up to his pussy.
Vox cursed, a static whine escaping him when he finally reached it and he thrust a foot of tongue into him. He clawed at his sheets again, tearing them up a bit when Val wrapped his tongue around one of the egg cases, and tugged on it.
Fffffuck fuck FUCK that felt too good, holy SHIT did that make Vox lose all grip on reality as he started to buck his hips mindlessly, screaming something or other when Val pulled the egg case out.
Spitting it out to the side, Val repeated the process twice more, making Vox squirt more times than he could count, before he couldn't take it anymore.
The reason that Valentino came to visit Vox was soon apparent: Vox blearily looked between his legs as Val repositioned himself, wobbling as all of his clothes were finally shed off and his naked body was presented to him. In all his time knowing Val, he had never seen him naked, not even watching any of the porn that he produced, not wanting to see that and ruin his thoughts with that mental image.
A masculine chest like his. A writhing cock that looked like a tentacle, two feet long and filled with strange bumps of something that were shifting. And the puffiest, plumpest slit he had EVER seen, dripping with wetness.
He hardly had time to muse on it, instead trying not to scream bloody murder as Val thrust into him. It fucking hurt so much, but at the same time, everything was starting to blend together...
"Shit, I-I pushed something back up..." Valentino mumbled, dimly aware that he shoved an egg case back into one of Vox's wombs. Oh well, it's not like it mattered much anyways, as he was going to get filled up even more shortly. "I didn't know you- You also went through shit like me down here... Fuck, Vox, you shoulda told me sooner..."
Shit like him? Wait... He saw something moving inside of his dick earlier... Wait...
Fuck wait-
A strange set of squeaks came from Val as he pressed his entire weight into Vox, and not only did cum gush out into his overstuffed hole, but multiple eggs. Vox screamed as he squirted again, feeling the eggs go up both wombs in a disorganized fashion, along with an obscene amount of cum.
However, when Val pulled out... Nothing came back out. It felt stuck. Vox tried to push down as another contraction came down, but... Nothing.
"Ah, shit..." Val muttered, looking down at Vox's cunt. It was completely plugged up, his lips sealed shut. "My bad. Forgot I could do that."
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU FORGOT?"
"Calm down! It'll go away in like, half an hour!"
"THAT'S HALF AN HOUR TOO LONG-"
Cut off once again by a wave of contractions, the worst he had experienced yet. Both wombs were stuffed not just with his own egg cases, but with giant, slimy moth eggs... There were still eggs in his vagina as well... FUCK it hurt. EVERYTHING fucking hurt.
Val felt a twinge in his chest. Vox looked so vulnerable and pathetic right now, and he did kind of make things worse for him.
Crawling back on top of him and wrapping his upper set of arms around him, he pulled him close and shoved his tongue down Vox's mouth, pushing into his throat as his lower hands distracted him with an assault on his clit instead. Immediately Vox was overwhelmed again, unable to focus on anything but Valentino.
Val might not have been the brightest man, he might not have been the most caring person in all of hell, but even he wasn't cruel enough to just leave Vox like this. He would help him out in the way he knew best: By making him cum his brains out, to at least be distracted from the pain.
And by god, was it working.
Vox felt sore all over from cumming so many times, he was dizzy and his head spun, tears were streaming down his face as his eyes rolled back in his head. Val wouldn't let up, no matter how much Vox begged whenever Val would pull up for a breath, and he would get cut back off when he'd go back down for another kiss that was more of a throatfuck than anything.
Vox was overheating by the time that Val decided to end it once and for all, pinching his clit hard and pushing down on his stomach, finally causing the plug to shoot out of him.
Cum, slime, and eggs shot out of Vox's womb with a force that he didn't even know was possible. One last mind-breaking orgasm, and Vox completely shorted out.
Vox woke back up a few minutes later, every part of his body aching as he was dimly aware of everything that happened...
...And Val still on top of him, idly grinding between his thighs.
"Val...?" Vox coughed out, still tasting his drool from earlier. He then cursed when Val froze up and came on him, making him even more fucking sticky than he already was. Yeah, ALL of these towels were going straight into the trash, ruined beyond repair.
"Sorry, amorcito..." he said, sounding rather worn out himself, despite not doing nearly as much as Vox did. He didn't even want to know what the fuck he called him, lest he short out again.
"You have a lot of explaining to do..." Vox said, his voice box feeling and sounding rather fried, probably from screaming it out so much earlier.
"What is there to explain? I'm a moth, so I lay eggs. And clearly, you lay eggs as well. And..." Val replied, before he trailed a hand down Vox's thigh, making him tense up again. "...You have a cute little surprise here that you've been hiding from me this whole time~"
Vox batted his hand away, turning to his side so that he couldn't see the static blush glowing on his face.
"Still didn't answer my questions."
"Alright, then ask away."
"You lay eggs? How often? And you have... A... Gash, too...?"
That last bit caused Val to bark out a laugh. Gee, he worded things so eloquently.
"Yes, I lay eggs, imbécil, that much is clear. I lay them once a month... And yes, I have cunt, both up on earth and down here." Val said, reaching down to his own lips. Vox turned back around to Val...
...And looked down just in time to see it completely spread open, glistening wet.
And just like that, he was painfully turned on again.
Fuck.
"My my, already wanting to go another round? Just how wound up are you~?" he teased as Vox made a pathetic grab at his hips. He helped him out and positioned himself over his hips...
...Before yelping when Vox instead pulled him up to his face, and with little fanfare, speared his pussy open with his tongue.
Valentino looked down just in time to get flashed with something, a wave of static washing over his mind as his limbs got heavy all of a sudden. He fell back until his back was arched, body lanky enough to lay down while he was riding his face. It stung, but fuck, he couldn't lift himself if he tried to right now.
"V... Vox... What, did you do to me-" he started, before all thoughts were cut off when a fucking SHOCK ran through him, right into his CERVIX.
Squirting onto Vox, Valentino grit his teeth and through sheer force of will, was able to move his limbs, if only by a little. Grabbing onto the bed and bracing himself, he tried, tried to ride out the veritable assault on his pussy, but to no avail.
More shocks crashed down on him as Vox held onto his hips so tightly that he was leaving claw marks in them. And Val could feel something else coming up, up his dick as he tried to pull off of Vox, tried to move when-
"FUCK!"
A shock so powerful he FINALLY pushed through and grabbed onto Vox's screen with his lower set of arms, pushing himself up with his upper set. Along with his usual insane amount of cum, some eggs that didn't come out earlier all pushed out of him in one violent discharge. Valentino could only hear wet noises as they splattered against the headboard, and some landed on Vox's face as he slumped back down.
He was dimly aware of wetness under his back... Did Vox cum just from that? Without even being touched?
Head still spinning, thighs bleeding from claw marks, he couldn't find it in himself to give a shit when he emptied his bladder, from both his dick and his cunt. It was so diluted with slime and cum that he could just pass it off as that to Vox if he dared to complain about it.
First time having sex with him, and not only did he fill and cover him with eggs and cum, but he MARKED him.
Minutes passed by, both of them aching and panting heavily. When the static finally faded out of Valentino's head, he finally lifted himself up, feeling Vox moving underneath him.
He looked at him just in time to see him stuff one of his weird spiral egg cases down his gullet. Raw.
"...You just eat that shit raw? The fuck?" Valentino said, sounding almost comically offended at the notion of it all. Vox looked at him, the second egg case halfway hanging out of his mouth.
"Yeah? Why wouldn't I?" he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. "It's the quickest way of getting rid of them and they don't taste half bad."
"At least... At least cook them, like I cook my eggs, tonto..."
"Well I would, but the kitchenette's in another room."
Vox could almost hear the gears turning in Val's head, before he was grabbed and picked up by Val's upper arms, and as many eggs and egg cases as possible scooped up in Val's lower set of arms.
He hardly had time to react as he was carried out into the hallway, a few eggs slipping out and onto the floor. Still only wearing his shirt while Val was completely naked.
"VAL."
"Tell me where it is, amorcito, and I'll fix us up something right now!"
"VAL. PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW."
Words ignored as Val started to open doors on his own, humming some kind of tune while Vox started thrashing around in his grip like a feral animal to no success.
After all, this uncultured bastard would be getting a decent meal in his system, whether he liked it or not.