[ trying to make sense of it anymore was a failed endeavor before the notion could even take root. keigo's mind, blinded by the iris song and the rhythmic twinge of heat between his legs, wouldn't think on the actual details of it all. it's just fantasy, just primal urges, there was no possible way that eggs were actually going to come into play.

it was those types of idle thoughts that made keigo sink deeper and deeper into the nothingness of mindless pleasure, of acting like a goddamn animal and not thinking more than five minutes ahead of time, if that. he could feel the tip of guanshan's massive cock nudging up against something inside of him, like he'd reached a dead end, and when those thrusts turned more desperate and bordering on pummeling, keigo's own toes curled and his spine arched.

what is that? was the prevailing thought amongst the cacophony of horny thoughts that all screamed fuckmefuckme, fillmefillme. keigo didn't claim to be any kind of expert on anatomy of any kind, but it didn't quite dawn on him that it was the entrance to his womb until he started to feel it stretch and weaken, accommodating additional space, bit by bit. even guanshan's lurid mutterings went unanswered for a brief moment as clarity hit him.

but just like that, it was gone, since the onslaught on his wet cunt was neverending. the shocking sensations that wracked his entire body took precedence over fear or logic, and perhaps they even fed into each other, ramping the pleasure even further.

keigo fumbled to grab onto any part of guanshan he could, be it arms or otherwise, and he all but sobbed into the open air of his bedroom: ]