Happy Easter. Both halves of stolitz filled with eggs. Thank you. 🥚🥚
Possibility: Stolas filled with many smaller, more lizard-y eggs while Blitz is filled with two or three bigger owl eggs. (Stolas is so big proportionally Blitz had to REALLY work to fill him, but it was worth it because seeing Stolas full of specifically his eggs is probably the horniest he’s ever been in his life, and Stolas feels the same seeing Blitz waddle around full of his eggs.)
It's great being into Blitz whump/angst and also blitzpreg. Like, damn. He's got to deal with all that, and then he's ALSO got to deal with being pregnant at the same time.
It can add an additional layer of terror when dealing with Situations, and I just think that's Neat.
The deal was too good to be true. Blitz knew that.
But the whiskey and the song sloshed around his skull like a ship in a storm, and he squinted at the creature that smiled with a beak that could easily tear him in half. Smiled at him, eyes all as red as rubies.
"Treasure for… getting stuffed with eggs."
The creature nodded, arms (WERE they arms? Even under the full moon and brilliant stardust, they didn't seem quite solid) folded over the rail. "I've been following you, captain, watching your spirit as you fight. I can think of no one better to carry my young."
"And you've got treasure?"
"It's piled up without a thing to spend it on," the creature said dryly. "You could make better use of it, while I could gain badly-needed company."
"Considering you've been stalking me," Blitz scoffed, "You sure could." (The beast's deep hues that blended into the depths darkened further.)
Blitz's hand rested atop his middle, imagining the swell of monster eggs, thick and firm and heavy with every step. "How do I know they're not gonna burst out and pop me like a grape? Boom bam boom, Blitz-hash splattering all over the deck and making a hell of a mess."
"If I was going to do that, I wouldn't have asked, now would I?" It was almost pouting, or at least as close as it could get without a lower lip. Blitz laughed, alcohol still lingering on his tongue.
"You beasties have rules to follow, don't you? I've got to give myself on purpose, or it won't work."
"Mmmm. As smart as I suspected." The creature hummed. "True, it is preferred to be someone willing, but…" He grinned, and it could have been the reflection of the moon, but Blitz swore he saw teeth. "I also simply wanted you for myself, to ravage and be ravaged and to see you swell with young. You've held your own against crews and opponents twice your size, and always live to fight another day. You WILL survive, your spirit would allow nothing less. The fry and I could protect your ship in battle if you bring them into existence. Imagine what you could do with backup borne of the sea!"
There was a lilt in the creature's voice, a song strung through the moisture in the air, but Blitz could see the future woven in the sky and he clicked his tongue.
"How long?"
"A few months. Two, perhaps three." The maroon eyes twinkled beneath the stars.
"Deal." Blitz held out a hand, and darkness wrapped around it before he was yanked forward, plunged into the pitch-black water with the force of a cannonball.
He didn't even have time to panic before they emerged into a cave piled high with gold and jewels, bioluminescent plants illuminating both the treasure and the creature fully for the first time, and Blitz was finally able to take in the sights. A grin curled across his lips.
Pregnant/post-preg Blitz where his tail naturally thickens up some and he starts using it to whack people who get too close to him or the baby.
He loses a bit of dexterity but makes up for it in strength and Mass, so he can basically use it like a club. He starts wearing a spiked ‘bracelet’ on the end to hit people with. Bold words for somebody in thagomizer range.
Pregnant slasher Blitz piling up the bodies to in order to feed his meat cravings, because a half-royal baby can make him put away WAY more than you’d expect and still come back hungry for more. Laying back on a pile of bodies, splattered with blood, chowing down on a big hunk of torso or thigh…
Imagine being a human being hunted by a demon from hell that’s already picked off several of your friends, and you peer from your hiding place to see him cooing to his belly about how you looked ‘nice and meaty’, realizing he sees you as nothing but food for his hellspawn.
Baby wants a snack, and your life is only worth its use to help achieve that. He’s whistling with one hand on a dripping knife and the other cradling his belly, and if they’re close enough, they can even see a kick from underneath- proof all the previous victims are helping make it stronger.
Maybe Stolas even shows up at some point. They think they made it before the shadows themselves grow eyes and swell into something beyond comprehension.
“Wh-what the fuck is THAT?”
There’s a whistle as Blitz saunters up with a grin, picking at his teeth with the other hand testing on his belly. “Oh, him? That’s daddy. Hey, babe.”
Maybe Stolas even tears off a few pieces before they bleed out/pass out, and they get to see Stolas playfully hand-feeding their arm to Blitz. Open wide, dear!
Blitz pregnant in a prison jumpsuit. IMP ends up getting hauled to jail for a period before the trial, and he had gotten pregnant on the last full moon before Ozzie’s but didn’t realize what the weight gain was from until after Apology Tour due to hybrid wonkiness.
Summary: One thing that Blitz had realized over the course of his pregnancy was that carrying a giant fuck-off monster baby also meant that you had giant fuck-off monster hormones, and right now he probably would have ground his dick on sandpaper if it had looked at him the right way.
Blitz, carrying a baby from a beast Stolas, wants to get plowed, and what he wants, he gets. For days 2, 3, and 5 of Monsterfucker week, Size Difference, Animal Instinct, and Eldritch Form. My Chained Mates au.
Warnings: Explicit content, pregnant sex, brief mention of animal death, large size difference, a pussy with teeth.
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One thing that Blitz had realized over the course of his pregnancy was that carrying a giant fuck-off monster baby also meant that you had giant fuck-off monster hormones, and right now he probably would have ground his dick on sandpaper if it had looked at him the right way.
Unfortunately, the bigger Blitz got (and by now he was pretty sure he was long past a ‘normal’ size for an imp pregnancy) and the more awareness that had started to trickle back to Stolas even between full moons, the more Stolas had started getting kind of nervous about fucking him, which was the last thing that Blitz needed right now. Blitz had started using his hand and grinding on some of the pillows in the ballroom nest, but that just meant that everything smelled like horny, which really wasn’t helping the problem.
The sun’s setting rays reflected through the windows and Blitz curled up with a shudder, looking up to see Stolas carrying something fuzzy in his mouth. The larger demon’s teeth rested carefully around the prize to keep it from either falling out or disappearing down the infinite void of the owl-demon’s gullet.
As if on cue, Blitz’s stomach growled, and he held out his arms for the offering- today, it was a rabbit already dead from one of the traps. Blitz stuffed it in his mouth without blinking- something about the trickling infection of the curse allowed him to open his mouth wide enough for at least the rabbits and rats, even though he still had to slice up any deer unlucky enough to wander into the palace grounds into pieces before having any of them. (Small mercies, since going down in one piece helped avoid the messy cleanup. At least he only had to eat to sate cravings now instead of needing it to survive, and Stolas’s half of the kid enjoyed the meat even more than the imp from Blitz did.)
“Thanks, Stols,” Blitz murmured, shifting his head to nuzzle against the glowing red and black of Stolas’s face as the other demon curled around him, the gentle pulse and ebb of his ruby glow more than familiar by now as Blitz rested against the space between eyes and teeth. One hand settled on his stomach to soothe the familiar nudges as the baby tried to get comfortable with what little space they had. “I’m sure the squirt will put it to good use.”
He paused, fingers shifting and tugging his makeshift skirt comprised of sewn-together fabric down. The slit was already soaked before his voice dropped lower, tail twisting against the nest. “Now, will you do daddy a biiiiiiig favor and help with a little problem? This pussy’s begging to be bred like the furball you just brought over as dinner.”
Stolas blinked once before scooting back a bit, and Blitz could hear a whine and a a low ‘oooooo’ as the head bobbed from side to side, the closest thing he could get to a ‘no’.
“I know you don’t want to crack me open, but Satan’s sweaty jockstrap, I’m going to lose my fucking mind if I don’t get something stuffed in me yesterday.”
Stolas’s eyes narrowed, claws gesturing toward Blitz’s stomach, and Blitz huffed. “They’re the reason I’m dripping like a faucet, so they should be able to handle some jostling around in there. Come on, I promise if anything starts feeling like it’d be too much, I’d let you know.” He tugged at the gold collar around his neck, familiar enough after the months that he’d almost stopped noticing it until he fell asleep at weird angles. “Besides, I don’t think this thing would let anything happen to either of us even if you impaled me good and proper. Please, Stolas?”
Blitz shuffled forward and reached out one hand to stroke the side of the semi-void that made of Stolas’s body. Everything between the claws and face wasn’t quite solid and wasn’t quite gas, the soft fluff of warm feathers just on the edge of the sensation even as his hand sunk in slightly to the swirl of black and red. (In response to the sensation, the patchy feathers that had sprouted on his arms earlier in the pregnancy twitched slightly as the muscles flexed underneath Blitz’s scarred skin.) Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. It was like skimming a pond thick with oil, and with every gentle stroke, a gentle rumble vibrated the mass around Blitz’s arm.
“Just for now, big bird, you know you want to claim your mate…” Blitz practically purred, grinning as light flared in Stolas’s eyes. He dropped his free hand to his stomach, fingertips making circles on the tight, round belly. “You already filled me with your chick, don’t you want to enjoy your prize all horny and swollen and ready for another round?” He shifted his body just enough to nudge his belly against Stolas’s side, and that did it.
With a growl, Stolas rolled over to pin Blitz beneath him, the lower half of his body swirling as he decided which configuration he’d like to have today.
…Which turned out to be both. Blitz’s grin widened, a coo slipping from his chest as he settled himself on his back as the tip of Stolas’s ridged cock that was half his size oozed onto his chest, just above a pretty monster pussy lined with teeth that were already salivating for imp flesh.
“Good boy. Now fuck me.”
Stolas whined. He wavered for a moment before he began to grind, the bumps on the surface of his cock rubbing against Blitz’s swollen belly full of their shared child. Blitz’s fingers tightened on the blankets, the swirling void of Stolas’s body contrasted with the very, very solid mass of the dick using his body to thrust against as he was pinned down both by the pressure from Stolas and from his gut.
As pleasant as the the weight was, Blitz opened his mouth to point out that fucking on top of him wasn’t actually fucking him, but a gasp was punched out instead as Stolas had seemingly read his mind, tip brushing against his entrance before pushing in as the pointed tip sunk into Blitz with the shared lubrication of arousal between them.
“Fuck yeah, there is is, give it to me good, Stols,” Blitz said, one hand resting atop his belly now damp with precum as the heels of his hooves dug into the pillows below. The nickname drew a pleased rumble, and as a reward, the twitching cock drove in further, pressing against the sensitive inner walls with every additional increment. Ridges brushed against the sensitive flesh, but Blitz’s head just fell back, tongue lolling out as be basked in it. Thick, heavy, and all his, created just for him.
By now, Stolas had realized just how much Blitz could physically handle. The size and the power of the thrusts tipped just on the painful end of pleasurable, stretching Blitz as each one drove deeper, harder, hotter. If he hadn’t already worn the proof of Stolas’s conquest, it would have bulged out his abdomen. One hand pinned Blitz down so he could be used more effectively as a squirming fleshlight, but the moans and excited tail-snaps showed how eager he was for it as he was buried under the rapidly disintegrating composure of a full demon prince swept up in instincts while surrounded by the scent of a mate absolutely ripe with desire.
Stolas’s face and talons fuzzed around the edges on top of the fact that everything else was already barely clinging to this plane of existence, a loose bundle of mass stitched together by the extremities. At the same time, Blitz was chanting for ‘more’ somewhere deep within- if it was only inside his head or lost into the void, he couldn’t tell, but it seemed to be heard and obeyed. His body was worked open by a length that was splitting him piece by piece as he lost himself to the sensations, stomach squirming with the heavy mass of the monster child he carried and pussy pried open and stretched to the limit by the beast that had done it. Thoughts and words melded together. Breed him again, make him even bigger, make him yours.
“Mine.”
It was a command as much as it was a statement beamed directly into his brain, and Blitz moaned out agreement, desperately arching his back to fit in every speck of cock that he could. He craved it down to the marrow, drunk on need and hot with lust.
Talons impaled his skin, black blood oozing over glittering obsidian. The liquid shone as it pooled over the pillows and blankets as Stolas came, flooding Blitz with a roar that shook the walls. The cum pumped Blitz’s swollen stomach even higher and wider, before the cock phased through drenched skin and dragged itself up to splatter the remainder of the load atop his sweaty breasts and belly instead to make the claim even more clear as it splashed Blitz’s skin.
In response, Blitz’s own orgasm was triggered as he was filled in every way possible, reality shifting on its axis as Stolas’s form twisted and melted, the one filling Blitz barely coherent as any sense of reality was pumped directly out what approximated his lower half.
For a moment, there was nothing but the shifting of weight and heavy breaths as Blitz slumped back and felt the heat of the blood and the fire of the aftershock. Stolas curled around him as the mass of his body sank into the nest while a shimmer of sparks and stars surrounded the spent imp. Stolas took a moment before gingerly licking the wound, magic healing the worst of the damage while leaving just enough to bruise, just enough to remember.
Blitz’s chest rose and fell with each breath, blinking up into the beauty of the shimmering eternity to the cadence of a heartbeat that already felt like home.
“Mmmm…” A hum morphed into a purr as Stolas drew tighter around him, body better than any blanket. Blitz contented himself with his position for a moment before realizing that the shift had brought him within reach of Stolas’s formed genitalia. He leaned forward, quirking his head to the side slightly. Both types twitched as if living entities, smelling faintly of salt and metal and still dripping either from the tip or from the center. Blitz’s fingers wiggled for a moment before he traced around the outer lip of the slit, each tooth that rested there longer than one of his hands.
Stolas shuddered, but the low bassy tones vibrating through Blitz’s body were encouraging. He slipped his fingers between two of the teeth, palm resting against the sticky, thick mass of the inner walls. Blitz could feel the reaction with every stroke as he drew his fingers back and forth, Stolas whining as Blitz gathered up a handful and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Mmmm, is that good, big bird?” Blitz half-murmured, knowing that Stolas could hear each little hitch of his breath as he ground himself against the sticky softness of the nest while fingering his mate.
Stolas let out a half-broken warbling coo in reply. He curled himself up tighter until the temperature rose and more sweat dripped down Blitz’s skin, tracing itself down each muscle on the back and the dome of his belly on the front. Blitz dipped his wrist in and out, experimenting with the strokes- at least until one of the teeth snagged on the side of his skin, blood dripping into the midnight void.
Stolas howled, slick flooding the space between them as Blitz’s entire arm and a portion of his torso was drenched. At that, Blitz started grinding faster, the scent and taste of a trough’s-worth of cum all for him all too easy to draw him back to full arousal.
“F-fuck, Stols…” Blitz murmured, and the world shifted as Stolas’s claw scooped him up, shifting underneath until the nest disappeared and there was only Stolas to rest on, only Stolas and feathers and softness and bliss.
He gripped a handful of feathers just solid enough to get his fingers around and spread his legs, dragging himself back and forth on the cock that had remained formed just for him. He had to wrap his tail loosely around his leg to keep it from drifting downwards into the teeth, but Stolas's body gently rocked like ocean waves to help him grind against the surface. Up and down, up and down, up and down, until Blitz was soaked in slick and tearing up. Everything was too much and not enough, not enough, almost, almost, almost-
He came again with a cry before slumping forward, and Stolas’s cock melted back into himself as Blitz was dropped into comfortable darkness that he welcomed, his mate’s body molding to allow his body and his belly as comfortable a resting place as there ever was.
