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"Crowley, dearest?"
"Hmm?"
"I've been doing some reading,"
"What a surprise," Crowley remarks, sucking in a sip of his espresso. "What about?"
"Well, that's what I'm getting at. I've been reading up on snakes, and—"
"Oh? Anything I can help with? I am an expert on all things snake." Crowley scribbled on the crossword he was filling out— finding the last word and completing the puzzle. "Ah. 'S Egg! Egg's the last word. Dunno how that one took me so long."
"Quite so. Eggs, Crowley. Do you have to— I'm not certain what the proper term is, um. Lay them?"
Crowley spat out his espresso.
"What?"
"Well, I was reading about snakes— interesting creatures, truly— about their functions and abilities and all— and, well, you're a snake."
Crowley sputtered again, his mouth falling open in a gobsmacked expression, and turned to Aziraphale.
"At least, you have been in the past, so I was simply curious. Is that something you have to do? That seems like it would be rather..." Aziraphale paused, shifting in his seat. "Uncomfortable?"
"Wha— I don't have to lay anything! 'M not a chicken!"
"But you are a snake."
"Okay— sure, yeah, if I was still a serpent— I could have eggs. But now— I'd have to... rearrange my anatomy, y'know? 'S not like humans bear eggs. I think."
"Could you? Rearrange your anatomy, I mean."
"'Course, I do it all the time, I mean—"
Crowley choked on his words.
"Wait. WHAT?"
"Must I repeat myself?"
"What exactly are you asking me here, angel?"
Aziraphale blushed. Crowley finally noticed that the book Aziraphale was flipping through was not a book about snakes, but rather, a large, worn book with the word FETISHES on the front— in bold red letters, nonetheless.
"If it wouldn't be too uncomfortable, I thought, perhaps…"
"Perhaps, what?"
"Well, if you must know, I was quite wondering if that was something we could give a chance— in the bedroom, I mean. They're not fertile, are they?"
Crowley's brain short-circuited, and for a moment, he forgot how to speak, instead spitting out nonsense while he recovered from the shock— mostly "ngk" and other related sounds.
Aziraphale tutted, knitting his hands together and resting them on his lap, his embarrassment starting to shift into annoyance.
Crowley stared at Aziraphale, his shock melting away into a bright blush, his eyes glimmering with realization.
"N-no," he managed, quietly. "Not fertile."
"Well— if you're amenable, I could change my anatomy around too— to take all of your eggs."
"Aziraphale."
"Is that a yes?"
"Wha— yes, YES— of course! Just—"
"What?"
"Angel, do you seriously want to? You realize what exactly you're asking for here, right?"
"Certainly, my dear. I've just learned about it— it's such an interesting fetish for humans to have, taking into account that they can't actually partake in it. But— we can."
Crowley stared down at the table and tried to imagine how this would go. He typically had a rather good imagination, if he said so himself, but found it hard to imagine leading Aziraphale up the stairs, laying him down, and then pumping him full of eggs.
There had to be a more romantic way of doing this— of distracting Aziraphale from what exactly he was doing— of making this pleasurable—
"Please, Crowley!"
Crowley blinked, then gained the courage to look up from his espresso-soaked crossword puzzle.
Aziraphale was making that face again— the one where he was exasperated with not getting what he wanted at the very moment he wanted it, and—
Aziraphale's face fell.
Oh. Oh no. I didn't mean—
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to, my dear. Surely you must know I'd never—"
Quicker than the angel could register, Crowley was up from his chair and in Aziraphale's lap, kissing him like it was the last time— hard, deep, and feverish— his hands tangled in Aziraphale's hair as his legs wound around his waist— and the copy of The Big Book of Fetishes fell to the ground, unnoticed.
Aziraphale panted for a moment, eyes blown and bowtie askew, his lips flushed and glistening as Crowley pulled away.
"There— There really was no need to worry me like that, my dear."
"Shut up."
"I take it you're amenable, then?"
"I already said yes."
"Alright."
They paused, staring at each other, studying each other's expressions— until they both broke off into a laugh, Aziraphale sniffling a bit.
"Sorry, angel. 'S not every day you get a request like that."
Aziraphale snickered. "It isn't every day that one makes that sort of request, either."
"Should we get on then?"
"Please. I'm aching."
The bed was arguably much more comfortable than the dining room chairs.
Aziraphale drew the curtains, his steps light and uneasy, Crowley perched on the bed beside him.
"Can't have anyone looking."
"There aren't neighbors for miles, angel."
"Hmm. I suppose that's true. Would you rather have the window open?"
"No. I'd rather have you sprawled out under me, Aziraphale. I'm dyin' here! Must you always drag it out?"
"Ah, but you always get so worked up! Makes for a wonderful experience."
"Aren't I wonderful even when I'm not 'worked up'?"
"Always, my dear."
Aziraphale fiddled with his bowtie as he shuffled his shoes off, leaning down and tucking them into the vintage shoe caddy on the floor, making doubly sure they were perfectly parallel.
"Then get over here before I burst."
"What do we say?"
"You asked!"
Aziraphale harumphed, and crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow expectantly.
Crowley, being just as perturbed, nearly missed the way Aziraphale's inner thighs trembled beneath his trousers. Nearly.
"Please, angel?"
"That's better."
Aziraphale thankfully didn't make too much of a fuss when removing the remainder of his clothes, simply snapping to remove them and return them to their rightful spot in the dresser.
Crowley, on the other hand, had miracled his clothes off before they'd even reached the top of the stairwell.
Aziraphale sat beside him, and had pretended to not notice Crowley's size this time— but wasn't sure if he'd succeeded. After all, Crowley's cock wasn't easy to miss— it was hard, thick, and red, the tip of it tapping just at his navel with his erection, glistening with wetness.
This was obviously much more exciting than Crowley had thought it would be— not that he'd ever admit that aloud, anyway.
"Angel— I need to get you off before we get going. We're gonna need lots of— uh—"
Aziraphale raised an eyebrow, cheeks pink with delight.
"Slick?"
"Yeah, slick. For all the— oh someone, Aziraphale."
"Ah," Aziraphale moaned, planting an open-mouthed kiss to Crowley's cheek, running his hands down the sides of Crowley's torso, making him shiver. "I'm rather excited too."
"God, Aziraphale. If you don't stop—"
"Alright, my dear." Aziraphale chided as he positioned himself, lying down and resting his head on his favorite pillow. "I need to come before you fill me, yes?"
Crowley gulped, his erection straining against his stomach, and managed a nod. "Yes. Yeah. How— how should I make you— ugh. Can't speak."
Aziraphale thought for a moment, his gaze transfixed on Crowley.
"You know how I love it when your tongue is inside me," Aziraphale breathed, leading Crowley's hand down to rest on his dripping cunt. "So, if you would please—"
Crowley's head spun. He felt so close already, his mouth parting in an untimely moan of approval— and his overactive imagination certainly wasn't helping, images of Aziraphale's body trembling under his ministrations clouding his mind. He thought of how Aziraphale would taste, how he would sound— and Crowley fruitlessly tried to shift his focus elsewhere.
Save it, he thought, his cock angry and red. It would be extremely unbecoming for someone of his stature to come solely via imagination, (though it would be sort of impressive)— but when Aziraphale ground his hips down, his cunt soaked with need, Crowley found himself falling over the edge anyways, his cock pulsing with the first waves of an orgasm.
"Ah, ah, ah." Aziraphale gently pinched Crowley's cock between his index and his thumb— stopping him from coming. "Not yet, my dear. We don't want to come prematurely now, do we?"
"Aziraphale!" Crowley groaned at the denial, stumbling just away from release, and bit down on his tongue. "You can't just—"
"Oh, but I can. And I believe I just did."
"Hnng," Crowley whined, panting as he tried to regain his footing. "Okay, angel. Okay."
Crowley tried not to think about how much he ached, how hot the heat pooling in his gut was, and buried his face in Aziraphale's neck, breathing him in and pressing a long kiss to his skin. Aziraphale smelled sweet, and old— like an antique store that's just been visited by someone wearing vanilla-scented perfume. It was a scent that Crowley had known for millennia, for longer than the Earth had spun— but it still drove him crazy.
Crowley pressed another long, hot kiss to Aziraphale's neck, slowing his pace, and moving down to his shoulders— finally pressing a finger deep into Aziraphale's cunt.
Someone, he was warm. The friction was delightful— Crowley always loved the feeling— but despite that distractingly warm, wet heat, Aziraphale wasn't slick enough.
"Crowley," Aziraphale whined, gripping Crowley's back, his neatly trimmed fingernails leaving indentions in Crowley's skin.
"Not that I'm not thoroughly enjoying this—" he panted, growing delirious with his desire, Crowley's finger undulating deep inside him. "Oh, must you take so long?"
Crowley flashed Aziraphale a grin, slithering up to kiss him again, properly— tonguing at his teeth and panting against him. "Two can play at this game, angel. And, I seem to remember that impatience is a sin."
"I'm not entirely sure that's correct, dearest."
"Pretty sure I'd know, angel. Being the literal embodiment of sin, and all."
Crowley slid another finger into Aziraphale's cunt— slick making a wet, squelching noise as the angel moaned beneath him.
Being suave was one of Crowley's special skills, something he'd put in his resume to Hell after falling— but being with Aziraphale now, properly and in every way he could possibly imagine— was breaking his ability to play that role for much longer.
Crowley slithered down, delightfully and almost painfully slow, before reaching Aziraphale's nipples.
This wasn't something he usually did, as restraint wasn't something either of them had, but if Aziraphale was going to be taking Crowley's— well— then testing to see how sensitive this area was wasn't a bad idea.
"Please, Crowley."
There wasn't anything Crowley wanted to do more— except fill Aziraphale up with his clutch— so he took a bud into his mouth and sucked, Aziraphale gasping above him.
"That's— ohh, Crowley."
"Good?"
Aziraphale had stopped speaking, his body trembling under Crowley's ministrations, a moan caught in his throat. His lashes fluttered and his eyes glimmered as Crowley licked and sucked, bringing him agonizingly closer to his peak, his hips twitching in anticipation.
Crowley took that as a sign, so he moved down again, his head spinning as Aziraphale's lust made it's way to his nostrils. Aziraphale's cunt was dripping now, the fluid dampening the bedsheets below. He was so wet around just two of his fingers— and if he hadn't needed to hold off— Crowley felt as if he could have come from those sensations alone.
"Oh," Crowley breathed, reeling as Aziraphale's cunt swallowed him in, fluttering around him and gushing. "You really want to—"
"Yes! Please, Crowley, I can't—"
It was in cases like this that Crowley was appreciative of the fact that he could do strange things with his tongue— he could bring Aziraphale to completion very quickly if need be— and, oh, need be.
Crowley started slow— pumping his fingers and pressing soft kisses to Aziraphale's clit, which was already peeking out from the hood— before finally licking a long stripe up Aziraphale's twitching cunt, eliciting a yelp from the angel.
"Oh! Crowley!"
Crowley latched onto Aziraphale's clit and sucked, quickly adding a third finger in, relishing in how easily Aziraphale opened for him, feeling him clench around his fingers.
Crowley's mind spun as he lost himself in Aziraphale, his taste and movement driving him mad as Aziraphale writhed beneath him, moaning in earnest, his hands gripping at Crowley's hair.
With his free hand, Crowley grasped at Aziraphale's thigh and pulled, causing Aziraphale to yelp as his cunt opened just a bit more, Crowley taking advantage of the extra space and inserting his tongue along with his fingers, greedy for his taste.
Aziraphale wailed, his cunt stretching so easily around Crowley's fingers and tongue— and Crowley felt himself on the edge of madness as Aziraphale's slick coated his tongue.
Crowley's erection strained, the frustration powering him to dive further into Aziraphale, removing his fingers and gripping Aziraphale's other thigh, pulling at the angel's milky flesh as he pried Aziraphale's trembling legs further apart.
Aziraphale gasped beneath him, moans escaping him unabashedly as his cunt fluttered, and Crowley fucked his tongue deep into Aziraphale, reaching that sweet spot and circling around it before thrusting in again, Aziraphale getting wetter and louder.
Pleasure shot up Aziraphale's body, like sparks on his skin— and when Crowley reinserted his fingers along with his tongue, he came— white overtaking his vision, his body convulsing, his cunt fluttering— hot come splattering all over Crowley's mouth and chin.
Crowley pulled back, his shaky hands gripping the bedsheets tight— and licked the juices from his lips, groaning at how good Aziraphale tasted.
Like ambrosia, he thought. And he'd been starving for it.
Aziraphale came back to himself, slowly, surely, any stubbornness having melted off of him, Crowley gently petting at his hair, whispering, come back to me, angel.
When Aziraphale opened his eyes— and perhaps it was the lighting— he could swear he could see a halo around Crowley's head.
The thought was rather silly, but—
Crowley was good, so good, not just in sex, but in every facet of life. Crowley had been by his side since the beginning, protecting him, pleasuring him, loving him— and Aziraphale thought himself the luckiest being alive to have Crowley here with him, inside and beside him.
Crowley kissed him then— softly, warmly, and Aziraphale could taste himself on Crowley's tongue— and his heart twisted, tears springing to his eyes, the sensation consuming him.
"Angel, you here?"
Silence filled the room, the pair lost in the moment— Crowley being allowed to love, and Aziraphale being allowed to accept it.
"I am."
"D'you still want to—"
"Oh. Yes, very much so. Apologies, dear one."
Crowley nodded, his gaze flipping down to his swollen cock.
"Alright—" Crowley choked, cheeks red, mind racing. "I don't know how this is going to go, Aziraphale. Tell me if— tell me when you want me to stop."
"My darling," Aziraphale breathed, leaning up and kissing Crowley deeply. "Please."
Crowley thought for a minute, squeezing Aziraphale's hand.
How should I do this? If I was going to... lay eggs...
The thought was oddly exciting.
Crowley snapped— his insides changing. The change was strange, unnatural, but wasn't wholely unpleasant— in fact...
The weight of the eggs was exhilarating, unlike anything Crowley had ever felt before— and any unease washed off of him as he yearned to let Aziraphale feel this.
"Okay— okay. Angel, I'm— oh, fuck— I dunno how many eggs are in there. Feels like.. a lot."
"Oh!" Aziraphale exclaimed, a joyful and curious look in his eyes. "Wonderful."
With a thought, Aziraphale snapped, and not much changed— except for a newly formed womb just at the deepest part of him, ready to take Crowley's clutch.
"Alright, my dear."
"Angel. Are you ready?"
Aziraphale beamed— and Crowley could swear he could feel the hairs on his arms burning. Aziraphale really was an angel— and Crowley could do no more than grovel at his feet, hungry and selflessly giving.
"Absolutely."
Crowley pressed another kiss to Aziraphale's lips, forcing himself not to linger, and sat up, lining his cock up with Aziraphale's dripping cunt and slowly pressing in.
Oh, how he'd craved this.
Aziraphale's tight cunt squeezed his cock with a greedy urgency, and his cock strained with the exertion— the head of his cock hard and unforgiving against Aziraphale's cunt as he made his way in.
The intrusion wasn't as extreme as Aziraphale had expected— Crowley was sporting a rather large cock, but it wasn't as big as usual, and he'd slipped in with ease— but he was a perfect fit, Crowley's cock filling even the deepest parts of him, sending shocks to his core.
Goosebumps ran up Aziraphale's body as Crowley's cock filled him, the long hard length of him stimulating all those sensitive spots— and the angel's breath hitched in a gasp as Crowley flicked at his sensitive clit, sending juices flying.
Aziraphale moaned, grasping at the bedsheets and thrusting his hips as Crowley finally sank himself to the hilt, with a sound close to a sob.
Aziraphale could feel Crowley's cock twitching within him, and with one glance at Crowley's expression, he knew he was close.
His eyes were blown, yellow completely overtaking the whites of his eyes, tears pricking just at the corners— and his body trembled as he breathed, his hands searching for harbor, eventually landing on Aziraphale's hips.
The angel graciously placed his hands utop Crowley's, and spread his legs wider, his cunt dripping with the knowledge that he was the one responsible for Crowley's state.
"Please, Crowley."
Crowley panted, his gaze flicking up to meet Aziraphale's. God, he was gorgeous. There never would be a time when Crowley got used to the sight of Aziraphale coming undone beneath him, speared open on his cock— and oh, they hadn't even started yet.
Aziraphale stared up at Crowley—
And Crowley slowly pulled back, the sudden movement ripping a gasp from Aziraphale's throat.
Crowley pulled completely out, transfixed on the way Aziraphale was crying out beneath him, then thrust in again, Aziraphale's mouth dropping open in a yelp.
Oh, there wasn't much more of this he could take— Aziraphale felt incredible around him, his cunt convulsing and sucking him in deep as the weight in his gut became unbearable— and after a few more thrusts into Aziraphale's vice-like cunt, Crowley finally spilled into him, filling him with spend.
Aziraphale screamed, Crowley's orgasm sending him flying over the edge as his come filled the deepest parts of him— his cunt trembled with his orgasm, his hips bucked uncontrollably, and when Crowley pulled out, he squirted all over Crowley's cock, their spend white hot and mixing within him.
He should be overstimulated— and he was, for a bit— but there was something about so much of Crowley being so deep within him— and his cunt fluttered, still greedy for more.
"Angel— it's— you've gotta take these now. I can't—" Crowley whimpered, a sound of pure desperation and need as the eggs shifted within him, ready to be expelled. "Please. I can't hold them back anymore."
Aziraphale felt positively loopy— he never got over the sensation of love he felt when he and Crowley had sex— and his body felt perfectly loose and electric, immense pleasure sweeping over him like the world's warmest blanket.
Crowley's expression broke Aziraphale out of his haze. A deep blush had spread across his cheeks, and he looked completely desperate.
Normally, Aziraphale loved making Crowley wait. He would get so worked up, and fuck him into oblivion— but he was just so eager to try this, his body practically brimming with excitement— and the angel found himself unwilling to wait any longer.
The thought of being stretched and filled with Crowley's clutch had his cunt sore with need— and he didn't want Crowley to hurt himself waiting, so Aziraphale angled his hips up, and spread his legs wide— come dribbling out of his cunt and running down his taint.
"Go on, dearest. I'm ready."
Crowley couldn't stand it anymore— and as soon as he fucked into the angel, the first egg made an appearance at the base of his cock.
Aziraphale studied what he could see of Crowley's cock, trying not to squirm, garnering just how big he should expect these eggs to be.
The base of Crowley's cock had swelled a bit, but not much— and Aziraphale found himself wondering if that was all. He was well and truly glad that Crowley was doing this with him, despite the strangeness of the request— but surely he could have made bigger eggs!
The egg inside of Crowley pressed against Aziraphale's cunt— and Aziraphale lost his train of thought, forgetting how to breathe.
This one was small in comparison to a normal egg— but the way it was stretching his spent hole was exquisite. Aziraphale's cunt stretched a bit more, swallowing the widest part of the egg— and with a warm gush, the egg shot out from Crowley's cock, and nestled itself deep inside the angel.
"Aah, Crowley!"
"Angel!"
Aziraphale was panting, his cunt taking the egg with ease— until, it started to shift down— but Crowley was lost in the moment, unmoving.
"Crowley, it's— slipping out." Aziraphale panted, his milky thighs trembling. "Please, don't let it— ohh."
Crowley blinked, taking a few shaky breaths before taking Aziraphale's hand, his eyes blown and wild.
"Are you going to be alright?"
Crowley looked concerned— but Aziraphale could see the lust in his eyes— made even more known by his cock twitching within him.
Aziraphale glared at Crowley, whimpering slightly as the egg inside of him began to further stretch him as it slipped down— and when it made contact with Crowley's cock, still deep inside the angel— Aziraphale begged.
"Ohh, please. Please, Crowley— please! I made a— oh, goodness— adjustments. I'll be alright. I can take it— please!"
Crowley thankfully started moving, gently fucking the egg deeper into Aziraphale. The stretch was sending Aziraphale into a haze— and he ground his hips down— forcing the egg and Crowley's cock to finally bottom out.
A moan tore it's way out of Crowley's throat as he felt his cock hard against the egg, straining against a soft but unyielding wetness— white hot slick spurting out around the egg.
Crowley stared at Aziraphale, recognition clearing the haze in his mind— unceremoniously thrusting into Aziraphale's cunt, a shockwave of pleasure threatening to crash over him.
"You— you made another?!"
"Well," Aziraphale huffed, clamping down around the egg, tears springing to his eyes with the pressure and the quickening pace of Crowley's thrusts. "It's— aah.. not exactly that. I adopted a womb, you see."
"Angel!"
"I read an anatomy book— ohh, harder, please— just in preparation for this. You see—"
"Ohh, no. Angel, please don't— ohh— ruin the moment. I'm so bloody hot right now, if you—"
"Hush," breathed Aziraphale, grinding down on the egg and Crowley's thick cock. "Point is— haah… Humans weren't designed like this. But we— oh! Can do what we want."
"So you decided to— fuck, angel— miracle yourself a second cunt?"
Aziraphale rolled his eyes. Crowley could be so vulgar sometimes!
"No. Not particularly. I just thought, Crowley— if I was going to be taking your eggs— I should hold them at the deepest part of myself." Aziraphale stopped, panting at the pace. "And— if I didn't— oh, Crowley, keep moving— rearrange myself like this, then— oh, ohhh, how did you expect me to t-take them? Surely you know—"
Crowley thrusted particularly hard— the egg being buried impossibly deeper inside Aziraphale's cunt, wetness blooming around the head of his cock.
"Oh, fuck! You foul— foul fiend."
"Sorry," Crowley rasped, biting his lip. "I was forgetting myself."
The demon's ministrations stilled— the pressure of the egg inside Aziraphale becoming beyond distracting.
"My dearest," Aziraphale prayed, a moan interrupting him as he felt the egg press unforgivably harder against the constricting walls of his cunt. "I want so badly to be full of you. Please, don't withhold that from me."
Aziraphale was ridiculous— he was the most hedonistic and greedy creature on the Earth— and Crowley couldn't help but adore him, never wanting to say no.
Crowley resumed his movements, gently fucking the egg further into Aziraphale's cunt. The egg pushed against the angel's womb, but never fully breached the entrance, only serving to massage the muscle there— and Crowley realized he needed to be bigger.
With a snap, his cock grew— stretching Aziraphale wider and pushing further into his cunt as the angel screamed, the fullness bringing him to the precipice of another climax.
The egg pushed and pushed— Crowley's cock finally helping it through— and with one final thrust, the egg breached his inner entrance and popped into Aziraphale's womb, Aziraphale falling into delirium.
The weight was thrilling— Aziraphale could feel the egg rolling in the hollow warmth of his womb, his entrance burning with the newfound stretch and intrusion— and he came, white hot come rushing through him and squirting out from where he and Crowley were joined, painting Crowley's groin white yet again.
Crowley lost himself in Aziraphale's orgasm, relentlessly fucking the angel through it, the wet noises music to his ears— and he came with a shout when the eggs inside him shifted— three more funnelling down into his cock, aided by their spend.
Aziraphale slowly came to, his pliant body being thrust into the bedframe— and with a slight shock, he came to recognize the look in Crowley's eyes. There was something primal within him— something that only came out when he let himself present his snake attributes— and this was the most snake-like he'd been in years.
His eyes held no embarrassment, just love and desire— his gaze heated and pointed, studying Aziraphale's wrecked state.
Aziraphale didn't have long before Crowley fucked into him deeper and deeper— Crowley stilling only when he began to deliver more eggs, the hard, slippery mass of them stretching out the tight entrance of Aziraphale's cunt before sliding in— one after another.
These were smaller than the last— but the movement of the eggs sliding around inside of him had him reeling, his hands desperately grabbing at Crowley's shoulders as he sobbed, trying to steady himself for the incoming intrusion.
There was another warm gush— and a fourth egg joined the mix, stretching his warm hole wider— making Aziraphale see stars.
He was so full, the fullness making his head spin— and Crowley hadn't even gotten them to his deepest point yet.
"Angel."
Crowley's voice was strained, broken by moans, but still, he prayed— to no one but Aziraphale— desperate to give him everything.
"Angel. Come on, my angel. You can do it. Take— ohh, please, please, angel. Take them."
Aziraphale managed a nod— and one by one, Crowley fucked the eggs into his womb, Aziraphale's cunt convulsing with the pleasure.
The entrance to his womb burned as the eggs pushed past it, but the foreign sensation of such a sexual fullness had Aziraphale sobbing in ecstasy, wildly yearning for more.
He was squirting again by the time the third egg had been thrust into him, the rapid intrusion driving him mad— and when the fourth joined the mix, Aziraphale's hands dropped back to his sides as he came once more, his body going lax in compliance.
This only made Crowley hotter— knowing that he'd fucked Aziraphale into full submission had him so unbearably turned on— and Crowley growled as he fucked the angel faster, his sharp nails leaving indentions in Aziraphale's milky white thighs.
The eggs came steadily after that, a mix of eggs and come being deposited deep inside Aziraphale— his newly formed womb beginning to stretch.
One by one, the eggs came, and all Aziraphale could do was moan, his cries piercing the air as he was stuffed to the brim, his body getting heavier and heavier.
Aziraphale lost track of time.
He had no idea how many eggs had been fucked into him, but he felt so full— and with each thrust, intrusion, stretch, and word of encouragement from Crowley, the pain and pleasure took over— sending Aziraphale into a fucked-out haze.
There was another wet spurt as Crowley fucked particularly deep into him and came once more, stilling when another bunch of eggs spilled out of his cock and into Aziraphale's cunt.
Aziraphale whined beneath Crowley, his cunt sore with need, his brain no longer thinking of anything but the eggs that were stretching him, tucked away inside his aching womb.
A few stray tears rolled down Crowley's cheeks as he finally started to come to, the carnal euphoria starting to melt off of him, just a bit— the scent of Aziraphale and his arousal luring him back to full awareness.
"Hey, angel."
Crowley reached out and cupped Aziraphale's tear-tracked cheek, petting him gently with his thumb, as he surveyed Aziraphale's state.
Aziraphale lay beneath him, his eyes screwed shut and his glistening lips parted by quiet moans, his arms lax on each side of him, struggling to grasp the bedsheets as his hips twitched.
He looked beautiful— and when Crowley looked down at where he and Aziraphale were joined, his cock swelled again, another egg forcing itself deep into Aziraphale's soaked cunt.
The angel's cunt was a deep red, his clit angry and swollen— and his hole was glistening with their come, speared open by the hard, unforgiving length of Crowley's swelling cock— and with another foreboding shift inside him, an alarm went off in Crowley's brain.
"Angel," Crowley bit, his cock twitching within the angel's cunt. "Come on, open your eyes. Look at me."
Slowly but surely, Crowley began to see the beautiful blue-green of Aziraphale's eyes as they opened, Aziraphale's breathing erratic as he clenched around the length that was deep within him.
"Aziraphale. You alright?"
"Mmm," Aziraphale slurred, struggling to put words together. "I'm— ohh.. so full."
"Yeah— angel— I— there's more. I don't know how many."
Aziraphale's heart skipped a beat, and his cunt clenched down around Crowley's cock in anticipation, Crowley moaning as his still-hard cock was squeezed.
"More? C-Crowley, I—"
"Can you take it?"
Aziraphale met Crowley's heated gaze, and shakily reached for his hand.
Crowley took it.
He was shaking too.
"Yes," Aziraphale whimpered, his breath hitching in his throat. He was so impossibly full— and he felt he might burst if he took any more— but he needed more, his cunt throbbing at the idea of getting pumped full of more eggs.
"Yes— I can."
Another shift— and Crowley keened.
"Fuck, angel. This— oh, someone. Feels amazing."
Crowley leaned down, his cock swelling in Aziraphale's cunt, and pressed a long, warm kiss to Aziraphale's lips, Aziraphale gasping against him.
"Can barely reach you," Crowley whispered, tracing his fingers along Aziraphale's swollen gut, shock clouding his mind. "You're so full of me."
"Crowley."
Aziraphale's gaze was pleading, each glance an admission of love, of yearning, of desire— Crowley really couldn't be blamed if he let the adoration get to his head.
After all, this was an angel's blessing.
More eggs shifted down— and the pace resumed without warning, Crowley sharply fucking into Aziraphale— egg after egg being forced past the tight clench of his cunthole, fucked up into him, and pushed past the tired opening of his womb.
Aziraphale wailed beneath Crowley, the burning stretch of his cunt forcing all other thoughts out of his head as Crowley filled him.
He was so full of eggs, of come— and Crowley was still fucking more into him.
There was no time for the angel to get accustomed to the stretch as the eggs grew in size— keeping that delightful pain-pleasure thrumming at the surface, spiking the deeper Crowley fucked him.
Aziraphale could feel the eggs begin to stretch his entrance, each one bigger than the other, and excitement bubbled within him, the burn of the stretch relentlessly driving him towards release.
"Okay, angel—" Crowley muttered, delivering a few more harsh thrusts as Aziraphale whimpered, before stilling once more and pulling out, Aziraphale's cunt gushing with spend. "Angel— there's one more. I— I don't know if— it's big, angel."
Aziraphale took a breath, forcing himself back to the present.
"I— I can't…" Crowley continued, taking deep breaths as he pushed. "We— uhh.. ohh, I'll have to— by hand."
"Oh," the angel said, meekly. "Probably a— good heavens, Crowley— good thing you— you—"
Crowley let out a desperate whimper, and Aziraphale's eyes flicked down to Crowley's cock.
"Oh, good lord."
The base of Crowley's cock was stretched wide around this egg— wide to where Aziraphale would have considered it to be rather frightening if he weren't so turned on.
The egg was huge— larger than any egg he'd taken so far, and certainly larger than Crowley had ever been while inside him— and Aziraphale's heart began to race.
With a shout, the egg shot out from Crowley, leaving him writhing next to Aziraphale, his cock a deep red and throbbing.
"Fuck!"
"Oh— oh dear, Crowley! Are you— quite alright?"
"Hnng.." Crowley whimpered, his hips quivering as he recovered from the exertion, the tip of his cock dripping with come. "Holy fuck, Aziraphale. Yeah— 'm alright."
Aziraphale studied the egg.
It was considerably large— but Aziraphale decided that there was never any fun to be had if he wasn't at least slightly worried about the outcome of his sexual exploits— so he sighed, and reached down to finger at his soaked cunt.
He was so sensitive— even just his own fingers felt electric— and Aziraphale started to whine. He couldn't wait much longer.
That egg had to be in him, now.
"Crowley, my dearest. I— goodness me, I'm lightheaded— I'm not entirely certain that this will fit, but… I would love to try."
Crowley moaned into the bedsheets, and pushed himself back up with shaking arms. He still had that look in his eyes— but concern overtook him, as it always does.
"Angel. You're so— you've taken so much already. Are you sure you'll be alright?"
"My dearest, if we don't get this egg in me now, I won't be."
Crowley's eyes flicked down to Aziraphale's reddened cunt.
"Ahh… okay. Yeah, of course. Yeah. Just—"
Aziraphale raised an eyebrow.
"You need more lube."
"What?? My dear, how could I possibly need more?? You've stuffed me full of—"
Aziraphale looked at the egg again, then back to Crowley's cock.
It was slightly bigger than before and jutting straight up, the head a deep red and glistening with their shared spend.
Well, Aziraphale thought. It couldn't hurt to be a little more prepared.
"You're still—?"
"Can't blame me, angel. It's you I'm— err— stuffing."
"Oh, Crowley."
Aziraphale spread his legs wide and palmed at himself, the gaping, come-filled entrance of his cunt inviting Crowley in.
Crowley lined up— and when the angry head of his cock pressed against Aziraphale's entrance, shivers ran up Aziraphale's body.
"Alright, angel?"
"Tip-top," Aziraphale gasped, his eyes glimmering as he reached for Crowley, electricity coursing through his soaked cunt as Crowley pushed in. "Ohh, Crowley. This feels marvelous."
"Yeah," Crowley breathed, his gaze transfixed on the way Aziraphale's cunt swallowed him, white overflowing around his length. "Yeah. You do."
"Help me, dear. I want to take it," Aziraphale panted as Crowley sank himself to the hilt, squeezing Crowley's hand. "Please… ohh, Crowley, my darling."
Electricity ran up Aziraphale's spine as Crowley thrusted, the head of his cock easily hitting that sensitive spot within him, and the angel clamped down, begging for more.
"Please, Crowley. Stretch me out."
Crowley whined, a broken sound that clawed it's way out of his throat as his cock throbbed, his body so desperately turned on.
"A-angel. I told you— uh!" Crowley thrusted into Aziraphale's sopping cunt, harder this time, trying to ground himself. "Ohh, angel. If you keep talking like that.."
Aziraphale yelped and ground his hips down the best he could, chasing that release he'd been blessed with so many times today, Crowley moaning above him, gripping his hands with blanched knuckles.
"Tell me, angel," Crowley cried, his voice broken, deep and desperate, dangerously close to release. "Tell me— tell me what you want me to do."
"I've never been one for—" A particularly hard thrust took Aziraphale's breath away, and he thrust his hips down in retaliation, Crowley whimpering and becoming increasingly close above him. "Commands, but— please, please, I want to see you come apart— in me, Crowley, please!"
The blasphemy of his angel's request sent Crowley spiraling over the edge, and with a cry, Crowley came, white hot spend filling Aziraphale until he could take no more, come spurting from where they were joined.
(When Crowley came to, he'd think long and hard about the possibility of commands— or in Aziraphale's overly polite terms, requests— being included in their next session.)
Aziraphale followed soon after, staring up at Crowley before his eyes screwed shut in delight, come gushing out of him with seemingly no end in sight.
Then, there was the egg— and Aziraphale suddenly remembered why they'd done this.
"R-ready, angel?"
Aziraphale thought it ridiculous that Crowley had to ask, being filled with nothing but come and eggs— but nodded, his heart skipping a beat at the care nonetheless.
With that, Crowley picked up the egg, gingerly running his fingers over the top of the egg before placing it against Aziraphale's sopping cunt and pressing down, his eyes wide.
Crowley slid the egg across Aziraphale's cunt as the angel moaned, covering the egg with slick, careful not to push too hard. Wet noises filled the room, white smearing across the black of the egg, and finally, Crowley decided that was enough, and started to push the egg in.
The smallest part went in first, Aziraphale's cunt easily swallowing the tip of the egg, come and slick easing the way.
Aziraphale shifted, angling his hips up and spreading his legs wider, trying to make space. The force of the egg felt incredible, but he'd only taken the tip so far— and this was a big one.
"Alright?"
"Crowley."
Aziraphale's mouth had fallen open in a gasp, his expression full of desperation and lust— and Crowley thought it better to quit asking, instead beginning to fuck Aziraphale with the egg, each inward thrust spreading Aziraphale's cunt wider and wider.
Crowley pushed again, harder this time, Aziraphale screaming with the pleasure of being speared open— and when he twisted the egg, the devilish thing, Aziraphale threw his head back and cried, his cunt convulsing around the hard thickness of the egg.
Right, Crowley thought, not that this wasn't extremely arousing. Aziraphale should be relaxed.
"Angel, come on. Take it."
"Ohh," Aziraphale whined, his cunt squelching with the next press. "It— you— ohh. Feels absolutely marvelous."
"Leave it to you to say big, proper words during sex."
Aziraphale laughed— and that was the distraction Crowley needed, further pushing the egg into Aziraphale, getting it in to almost it's widest point, the skin of Aziraphale's used cunt reddening as it was stretched thinner and thinner.
Aziraphale cried above him, his legs quivering with the burn of the stretch, and tried fruitlessly to look down at the egg that was being buried within him, his breathing becoming erratic.
"Oh God, Crowley!"
Crowley paused, keeping his fingertips still firmly pressed against the unforgiving mass of the egg, relishing in how Aziraphale looked.
"Sorry— almost there," he breathed, golden eyes watering at the sight of Aziraphale being split open, come dripping out around the unyielding mass of the egg. "Angel. My angel."
Crowley resumed his motions, fucking Aziraphale with the egg a few times before resuming that push— and Aziraphale could do nothing but topple over into a wild haze, the rest of the world tuning out save for the stretch of the egg— and Crowley's expression.
Aziraphale began to shake uncontrollably, crying out with each inch he took, another orgasm sizzling in his gut. The stretch of the egg was impossibly wide, and the pleasure was so great that his body didn't know whether to push the egg out or force it further in— but Aziraphale felt he'd be damned if he didn't take the last of Crowley's clutch.
"Almost, angel." Crowley whispered, reverent. Through the haze, Aziraphale could see how Crowley's eyes watered as his gaze transfixed on his stretched cunt— watching him almost primally, like he was the most beautiful being in the world.
"You can do it," Crowley prayed, toying with the sides of Aziraphale's cunt as it swallowed the egg, white cascading down around it. "Oh, you look so…"
Crowley paused, his forehead glistening with sweat before leaning in closer to Aziraphale's cunt, taking a deep breath. "Gorgeous. You gorgeous, perfect angel."
Aziraphale smiled down at Crowley, and for a minute, he seemed content— but his mouth dropped open in a gasp yet again as Crowley pushed harder.
"Ohh, my Crowley. I could say the same to you."
"You always do."
Crowley closed the distance, pressing a kiss to Aziraphale's swollen clit and sucking, pushing harder on the egg until it was almost out of his grasp.
Aziraphale's breath hitched, tears rolling down his face as his eyes blew wide, his mouth open in a broken gasp. Aziraphale could feel himself stretching, stretching, stretching, more and more until he felt he could take no more— until Crowley pushed harder and he did, the burn overwhelming, the skin of his cunt white with the size, being opened impossibly wide until the egg finally popped in, leaving Aziraphale screaming— his legs attempting to snap together and his head thrown back as a final orgasm coursed through him, the ecstasy sweeping the angel away into unconsciousness.
The sun rose over the ocean, slowly, gently, embracing the world in a soft, comforting hug.
Morning doves sang, and the ocean waves turned a beautiful blue, the waves sparkling as they crashed.
Crowley's garden began to rustle, the plants welcoming the warmth, the flowers blooming just a bit brighter, singing their grateful hellos to the sun. They don't know it yet, but Crowley will spend more time with them today, and treat them with extra kindness.
Sunlight filtered through Aziraphale's vintage goose-embroidered curtains, enveloping their bedroom in a warm glow. Various things found themselves at attention in the sun— Aziraphale's tiffany lamp, their picture frames, the bottle of Châteauneuf du Pape from before the world hadn't ended on display upon one of Aziraphale's wooden shelves, Crowley's sunglasses— and an angel, still snug in bed underneath his favorite tartan blanket.
The door crept open, a slight, but welcomed interruption of the quiet morning.
Glass clinked as Aziraphale's favorite mug was set on their nightstand, and the scent of earl grey tea filled the room, quickly finding its way to Aziraphale's nose.
And then, there were lips on Aziraphale's cheek.
"Hey, angel."
Aziraphale did not stir, his soft breathing still slow, his eyes still shut.
"Angel. Come on, wake up."
The angel remained motionless, unaware of Crowley's call, still fast asleep.
Crowley could spend forever like this, watching Aziraphale sleep. He looked so beautiful— hair tousled, expression relaxed. He looked serene— and Crowley could feel his heart swell.
He rubbed Aziraphale's shoulder against his heart's desire, his fingers gentle against the angel's soft skin. Besides, he'd made breakfast. Wouldn't do any good to let Aziraphale sleep past his favorite meal of the day.
"Come on, love. Wake up. It's past ten. Late for you."
A yawn, and a stretch, and then Aziraphale's eyes opened, that brilliant blue sparkling in the sunlight, a sated smile upon his lips.
"Hello, dearest. Good morning."
"Good morning, angel."
Crowley pressed another kiss to Aziraphale's cheek. If he lingered there for a while, neither of them mentioned it, content to bask in the morning's comforts for just a bit longer.
"You slept for a long time."
"Did I?"
"Yeah. Sleep is nice, isn't it? Suppose I finally tempted you into getting more than an hour."
"Well. I was quite exhausted after last night."
Crowley blushed. He remembered how Aziraphale looked beneath him, speared open and stretched to the limit, an expression of pure bliss gracing his features, giving himself to Crowley so freely and eagerly—
Crowley shook the thought out of his head, feeling his heart swell once again.
"I made you breakfast."
"Oh, did you? Oh, Crowley. Thank you."
Aziraphale took a sip of his tea, the warm, sweet liquid running down his throat, the honey a balm to a soreness he hadn't noticed yet— and Aziraphale smiled, pink prickling at his cheeks.
"Is it alright?"
"It's wonderful."
Crowley groaned as he stood up, his knees sore and stiff.
"Come on, angel. I'll help you up."
"Why would I need help?" Aziraphale questioned, feigning offense. "I'm perfectly capable of—"
Oh.
Aziraphale couldn't move. He'd felt as if he'd been carrying bricks— his abdomen was so swollen, the eggs shifting within him, and his cunt ached, the memories of being so thoroughly fucked and stretched rushing through his head.
"Good lord."
Aziraphale thought himself completely overzealous, having taken so much, having begged for so much— but not unforgivably so, judging by Crowley's besotted expression.
Crowley was by Aziraphale's side in an instant, an apology on his lips, placing his hands gently on Aziraphale's front.
"Angel, I'm sorry. I didn't know how many I would— or how bloody huge they'd be, I—"
"Oh, my dear. Please don't apologize." Aziraphale paused, worry nestling deep within him. "Oh my goodness. I'm dreadfully sorry, my dear. If my… overenthusiasm put you off, then— we shan't do this again."
"Angel— this is the hottest thing I've— you've— err. We've ever done. 'M not put off at all."
Aziraphale breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then, let me thank you for last night. That was…"
It was not often that Aziraphale found himself at a loss for words, but he felt his lack of his usual eloquence was understandable, given the circumstances.
"Good?"
No words could describe just how good he felt— but he'd settle with good for now— nodding and staring up at Crowley.
"Oh, more than that. In more ways then one. Thank you."
"Don't thank me," whispered Crowley, leaning in for a kiss.
Aziraphale closed the distance, a dreamy smile on his face, humming to himself.
"It'll only last a day. Wasn't gonna put you out for the week."
"Thank you, my dear. That was very kind of you."
"Not kind— just..." Crowley trailed off. "Need to bring you breakfast, angel. Food's getting cold."
"What'd you make for me? It smells delightful."
Crowley thought for a moment, and blushed again. This was quite unbecoming for a demon of his stature.
"Err. Pretty much everything that was in your cookbook."
"Oh, Crowley. You didn't have to do that."
Aziraphale was making that face again, the one where he looked so perfectly happy with everything in the world— and Crowley grinned, feeling his heart flip.
If Aziraphale would look at him like that every time Crowley fucked him full of eggs and made him a meal, he would repeat that routine every day, for the rest of eternity.
"I did."