Simon would never admit it, but he loved the weight of cum and eggs inside him. He knew he'd be begging Soap to fuck and fill him once more--if--and when the clutch inside him finally slipped out. (end)

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"Guess we'll have to wait n' see. Or keep tryin'." the Scottish man said, his accent thickening in excitement. "J-Just...wait until I'm not so full, yeah?"

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"M' not a biologist. Prolly' not." Simon replied, still breathless, sitting up slowly as he realised the eggs inside him weren't going anywhere, he was simply too stuffed. Soap pulled him into an embrace, peppering his face in kisses.

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"Not that I can blame it. I mean shite, look at ye'," Soap purred, rubbing Simon's distended stomach, "yer' all round n' pregnant with my clutch. Think it'll take?" Simon swallowed thickly, glancing back at Soap incredulously.

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"Guess the lil' fella got a little too excited to breed with ya'." Soap said, tapping his head, referring to the symbiotic creature that had made its home in the man's brain.

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