Page 67 of Lagoon

She threw her clothes at his face. “Fuck you, Luther.”

“You know, I really think you could be nicer to me, don’t you?”

“No, you like it when I’m not nice to you,” she said.

“Do I?”

“Uh huh. You’re totally attracted to me because I don’t take shit.”

“That’s not entirely inaccurate, but I think I’m attracted to you because you have boobs, if you want to know the truth.”

“If I had another article of clothing, I would throw it—” She broke off as her body contracted in the most delicious and wondrous of ways. She threw her head back.

“You okay?” He was off the couch, his hands on her, rubbing over her hips, her back.

“Mmm,” she said, rubbing her face into his chest. “I need…” She moved, over to the wall. She bent over, hands out, legs spread, like she was getting frisked or something.

His hands were still on her.

She wriggled her hips at him as it started to crest. Shit, that felt amazing, the egg working itself out of her, working out of her pussy like that. She let out little breathy sighs. It was intense. There was a stretch, but it was so good.

“Fuck, Angela,” said Luther. His hands were on her ass cheeks. He tugged them apart, parting her labia too. “This is… this is the fucking sexiest thing in the fucking universe.”

He’d put this egg in her and now she was giving it back to him. Weird, so weird, but good.

She panted, and the egg came all the way out. She had a tiny little orgasm, tremors through her, but she needed more. She straightened up, pressing backwards, into his chest.

“Hey,” he breathed in her ear. His hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts, touching her nipples, and straying down to tease her clit. He was hard and his stinger was out, but he tucked that up against her back.

The heat of his erection settled between her ass cheeks, tucked in there, just nestled against her, no attempt to penetrate.

He rubbed into her, and he must have been pre-coming or something. She didn’t know, but it was slippery enough that hewas rubbing up and down the crack of her, and another egg was coming out of her and his fingers were on her clit and it was out-of-this-world good.

She laid the next egg like that, and they went down on their knees for the next one.

She came hard when it came out, as much from the way he was toying with her clit as from the sensation of his cock rubbing her outside her body as the egg rubbed her from within.

The orgasm felt like the fucking sunrise, like the light stealing into her body after a long darkness. It was so good, it felt like hope. And that was fucked, because everything was actually hopeless.

He expelled an egg, which plopped out with the ones she’d laid on the floor, and it did look different than the ones that had been inside her.

They rested for a bit, kissing, rubbing each other, his voice rough in her ear, telling her he could watch her laying eggs for the rest of his damned life, and she felt something in her break because she liked it, too, liked the intimacy of it and the pleasure and the strangeness of the way it bonded them.

It was filthy in some way—the way sex was always filthy—because it was instinctive and animal and primitive.

But maybe love was that, too, even though people liked to pretend it was some higher-order, human-only emotion. Everyone knew that dogs and cats could love their owners. Everyone knew that it was just as animal as anything else, that deep attachment.

So, as the fourth egg began to crest inside her pelvis, as she rubbed her taut nipples into the scales on his chest, she said it to him. She groaned it into his skin. “Love you, Luther.”

And he said it back. “I love you, too, Angela. Lay my eggs, pretty girl. Get them all out for me. You’re doingsucha good job.”

She looked up at him. “You want to lick me while I lay this one, Luther?”

“Yes,” he said fiercely, pushing her down onto her back.

She settled there and lifted her hips and he put his hands under her ass and lifted her to feast, his tongue gentling over her clit and then going down to taste her opening, to lap at her as the egg stretched her, as it worked its way out.

She came again.

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