What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 10: Double Shot- Darbyn + Zorbyn

*The actual egg shot is at the end, the first kink is cuckolding or arousal from watching your partner fuck someone else

Time for a bit of backstory: I had originally crossed out day 10, which was oviposition for those who didn't know. It's basically a kink that revolves around the idea of an egg being laid within you, usually goes hand and hand with henti. Anyway, the idea of an actual egg being away near anything during sex makes my skin crawl and I wasn't originally gonna do it and already had its replacement written, but I wanted to stay true to the chart and so I did some research. And to make this already long story slightly shorter; egg dildos are a thing. Enjoy!
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Summary: Is it technically cheating if he likes it?

Corbyn's POV
Jack cried in time with the wood, both whining with each shift of a sweaty body. Gasping with every rough thrust.

Deep, rhythmatic groans a beautiful contrast to sharp, sparratic moans. Their symphony bouncing from wall to wall. Wrapping tight around Corbyn, echoing in his ears.

Shadowed lakes studied each rough jerk. Watching strong hips slap against his love's. A sick euphoria mixed with his blood. Knowing what Jack could have. And what he chose.

" Is it good, Baby?"

" So good, Daddy. Please, can he give me more?" Pristine sheets slipped between fingers, hills turned mountains as external forces pulled at the sea of white.

" Fuck him harder, D. You know how the little slut likes it." His voice crisp, cock flaccid. He didn't need an orgasm to feel relief. Watching them do it was plenty.

A strangled cry ripped from his throat, spine curving into a perfect arc. Color exploded against his cheeks, splattering his chest and shoulders, thin streams of red trickling down his body. Blending with the pool of milky sperm collecting between his abs.

" Did I say you could cum, whore?"

"D-Daddy, I-I...", Firm hips rolled forward, pinning his to the sticky sheets below. Throat shaking with a cry.

" Did. I. Say. You. Could. Cum." The low growl rumbled deep in the back of his throat. Daniel snickering to himself.

" No, Daddy." Glazed brown fell shut, relaxing against the mattress, accepting defeat.

" Daniel, fuck him as hard as you can. Jack, if you cum once I'll get in there and punish your little ass myself. Do you understand?"

" Yes, Daddy. I do."

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Summary: It's Corbyn's job to count how many eggs he's laying

Corbyn's POV
Thin, teasing digits nuzzled into fleshy walls. Pulling the ovular dildo from his body.

Insides gripped the toy, begging it to stay just a little longer. A sharp, sudden breath flowing through the minuscule gap between Corbyn's tongue and the roof of his mouth.

The warm egg glistened, bouncing slightly in his palm. The silicone dipping beneath firm fingertips.

Zach nuzzled the rounded tip to his sweet little ring. Almost purring when excited muscles tensed at the mere thought.

A thin, persistent string of glimmering drool dangled from Corbyn's bottom lip. Neck limp, barely supporting his swinging head.

" How many eggs is that, Princess?"

" I-I... I don't know, Daddy. I l-l-lost count." Pale arms shook, breaths heavy.

Zach let out soft tsks, a dark sparkle to glazed eyes," but Daddy asked you to keep tract."

" I know, Daddy. I'm sorry."

" Sorry's not good enough, love. How many more would be a good punishment?" The synthetic, cyan egg traced his rim. Leaving an invisible coating of shimmering lube.

" Is 15 good, Daddy?"

Zach let out a rumble deep in his throat, plump lip tucking between sharp fangs," 15 is perfect, baby."

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