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To say you’re current relationship was strange was an.. understatement. Hybrids were nothing new, but some, of course, were less accepted than others- typically the more ‘scary’ ones. That didn’t deter you; who gave a shit if some looked less stereotypically cute than others?
That mentality had led you here, dating a fluffy yellow spider hybrid. Despite his appearance, Emmet was a total sweetheart who doted on you every chance he got. Even though you couldn’t eat the bugs he caught for you, and waking up wrapped in webs wasn’t ideal- it was the happiest you had ever been in a relationship. He treated you like no other, better than any human boyfriend you’d ever had.
Recently, he’d grown antsy, secluding himself in his large room, or he was out and demanded that no, you didn’t need to come with him. It was strange, and even asking his brother or Elesa prompted no answer. Deciding to take it into your own hands, you sat on the couch of your home- waiting on him to return from whatever run he had gone on. He’d left without much a word, not even a hug or kiss goodbye! The door opened, and Emmet appeared through the doorway with a black bag hung around his arm.
His silver eyes meet yours, and he froze for a moment. Hands fiddled with the black bag, clearly unsure what to do with himself now that he’d been ‘caught.’ You sighed, standing up and walking over, arms crossed, as you stared at the hybrid.
“Emmet- what’s been going on? You’ve been avoiding me the past week- and I’m worried.”
Your voice grew softer towards the end, the twinge of fear and worry breaking through. You hadn’t tried to dwell on that maybe Emmet was avoiding you because he no longer wanted you.
The spider hybrid’s eyes grew wide, and he waved his hands in the air desperately. “I promise nothing is wrong! my car is in perfect condition- I apologize for being absent. I am…"
He trailed off, a blue blush spreading across his face. Emmets multiple eyes, avoiding your gaze and awkwardly shuffling the black bag in his arms. Your head cocked to the side, eyebrow-raising.
“Your just what, Emmet? If you... if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. I- a little explanation would be nice?”
“N-No, it’s- it’s not that. You.. you recall our talk about my upcoming cycle? How you were verrrry serious about accepting my clutch?”
A heat took to your face then, blushing at the memory. “A-Ah. Yea, I do. Is.. is this about that?”
“..I have been preparing this entire week, but I also wanted to surprise you. I want it to be pleasurable for us both.. while also making sure the clutch takes. So I have ah.. bought some human toys..”
He held out the black bag for you to take, eyes averting once more. Upon taking and opening the bag, your eyes widened, and a twinge of pleasure churned in your gut. It.. was a plug. White in color with a yellow gem on the exterior, your ears burned at the thought of him picking this out for you. Looking back up at him, it was clear he was waiting on some response.
“T-This, I’m okay with this.. if that’s what you want to know.”
At that, it was like the anxiety had left him, and he quickly scooped you up into his arms, mandibles clicking happily. Emmet peppered kisses onto your face before he moved to your neck and across your collarbone.
“Perfect, perfect!! You’re going to verrrry much enjoy this! It’s still a few days until it’ll be time, but I can’t wait to stuff you full!”
Annnd his filter was gone again. You couldn’t help but grow even redder at the thought, words sputtering. Eyes avoided his as he smugly smiled at you, giving a sharp nick onto your neck with his mandibles, causing you to inhale sharply as his silver eyes stared at you, pupils wholly blown out.
While you may not have ended up with eggs that night, he pleasured you all the same. A warm-up for what was to come, he said.
*
In the following week, your house had been completely transformed, covered in webbing here and there, and lights were off most of the time. It was natural, just Emmet’s instincts coming to a head to make his cycle more comfortable for him and you. Of course, Emmet had been all over you as well. You’d often find yourself wrapped in webbing, your spider boyfriend cradling you close. It only got worse the closer he got- not that you’d be complaining.
And now, his cycle was nigh. You were laid out on one of his various webs, clothing been stripped a long time ago. Despite having done things multiple times, you still felt a little strange being laid bare, arms coming to cover your breasts. The hybrid only tsk’d, his first pair of arms coming to grab your wrists, taking them above your head and tying them neatly to the web with excess silk.
“Now now, Darling. No hiding from me! I want to see everything, especially when I finally get to see you so rounded out with my eggs….”
The words were purred into your ear as his mouth soon got to work kissing down the column of your neck, mandibles introducing a pleasurable venom that burned its way into your veins, causing your mind to fog and cunt to clench around nothing. Emmet had always enjoyed marking you up as if he planned to show you off, to parade around his hard work.
He hummed at the thought, storing it for later. Everyone would soon see what he had done; when your stomach was rounded and stretched taut, you wouldn’t be able to hide that you’d been stuffed full of his eggs! What a wonderful sight; the hybrid unconsciously licked his lips at the thought.
However, now wasn’t the time for that- he shouldn’t waste what was so beautifully presented to him. His kisses slowly trailed down to your chest, long and thin tongue peeking from between sharp teeth to wrap around a nipple. Clawed hands came up to grasp the other breast as he lavished the one in his mouth. A thought crossed his mind- would your body react to his eggs like a normal pregnancy? Would your breasts swell with milk, preparing for a human child? The thought of being able to drink from you, to taste the sweet nectar your body so lovingly produced...
It roused him much more than he expected.
Meanwhile, you were already squirming in pleasure, the venom making your body feel lighter than air, and every flick of his tongue or grope of your breast was amplified. Had your wrists not been bound above your head, your hands would’ve come to grip the soft nape of his neck, where yellow fur sprouted in all directions.
A glance down, you could see how much this affected Emmet too. Ovipositor had long left its sheath, the wriggling length desperately searching for a place to expel its eggs. It was long and delightfully thick. The length had multiple ridges trailing up, the top curled close around itself, and a thick gooey slime oozed from the tip. The bottom side of it was also somewhat transparent, and you could see the eggs beginning to slide into place.
It only made you more excited for what was to come.
“E-Em… Emm-et, please, I can’t-“
The pant slipped past your lips as you squirmed more, gazing down and locking eyes as he pulled off your tit with a wet pop.
“Soon, Love. Verrrry soon! I have to ensure you’re prepared; I can’t have my darling brood-mother hurt, can I?”
A moan tumbled free at the name, a gush of slick coating your needy cunt while your face reddened impossibly further.
“Oh? Do you like that, love? Being my brood-mother? Endlessly holding clutch after clutch, bearing my hatchlings for the rest of your life?
Clawed hands danced over your sides before resting on plump thighs, delicately pulling them apart. Oh, how badly he wanted to ravish you, to skip any prep and wreck you in and out, but reason won over instinct. Emmet would never let harm befall you, especially at his hands.
His upper set of arms came to hold your thighs apart, giving him a complete view of your pussy. It was glistening with slick juices, occasionally clenching around nothing. Silver eyes dilated at the sight, his tongue lolling out of his mouth to taste the air- heavy with a mix of pheromones and your need. The second set of arms made their way between your thighs, fingertips graciously hooking into your cunt and spreading the lips apart.
He couldn’t stop himself—the Hybrid dove down at the sight, desperate to get a taste. The fuzzy sideburns felt strange against bare skin, but the sudden pleasure of his long inhuman tongue delving into your hot depths wrung every other thought out of your mind.
Emmet moaned at the taste, shoving his face as close to the source as possible. His sloped nose pressed perfectly against your engorged clit, creating a beautiful mix of pleasure. There was no stopping the symphony of moans that left you; hips tried so desperately to move with him, to allow him to get even deeper.
So lost in your pleasure, you barely recognized the feeling of a hand joining his mouth, only realizing when a long finger slipped inside. A broken moan wracked you, your body chasing its beautiful high. He could only watch, so intent on seeing you fall apart. Not long after, a second finger joined the first and his tongue.
Your cunt gripped them so tightly, and he could feel it tense. You were close. Emmet removed his tongue, eliciting a whine at the loss- only for it to be replaced by a third finger. Their pace quickened, pumping in and out. As you rapidly approached your end, he latched his mouth on your clit, sucking hard while his fingers pistoned into you even faster.
The coil inside snapped, and you let go. Cum gushed from your pussy, coating his face and fingers; you moaned loudly and rode out the high. You expected a little time to recuperate, having such an intense first orgasm.
Emmet thought not.
He immediately picked up the pace again, scissoring his fingers as wide as your cunt would let him, stroking your inner walls. Fat tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, the sudden pleasure bordering on pain. Something new was with it, a rapid incline towards something much bigger.
“W-wait- something, Emmet- haah… aH-
Suddenly you came again, but it was much harder this time, and with an embarrassingly loud moan, you realized you had just squirted all over your boyfriend's face. Emmet’s reaction was nothing but pleased as he licked his lips. He backed away, a loving purr escaping him.
“So good for me, so wonderful, all for me! Are you ready, love? I’ve been waiting for this for a verrry long time! Our hatchlings will look beautiful..”
He never pictured himself much of a family man, at least not as much as Ingo did- but the thought of a little hatchling cradled in your arms, well, it certainly awakened something in the hybrid.
On your end, no words could be formed- you hadn’t expected to be this blissed already, and there was still more to go- you had yet to get to the main event. Emmet wouldn’t take silence for an answer. Ever so gently, he leaned down and laid a small kiss on your cheek, causing you to dopely smile at him.
“I need an answer, darling. A simple yes or no love.”
Your heart swelled with love. Even this far along, close to what he had yearned for, he would still give it up if you said the word. Your small hands reached towards his own, grabbing them softly as you composed your scrambled thoughts.
“I’m- haah- I’m ready, Emmet. I promise. Please, please love..”
It was all he needed.
His body sank closer to yours, lips meeting in a deep kiss. Mandibles caressed the sides of your face before he eventually pulled away, a line of saliva connecting you. Now, he shifted again, lining himself up. The prehensile cock squirmed as it met the outer lips of your cunt. It had swollen a few sizes larger from when you first glanced at it- the eggs fully lined and ready to be deposited.
He was panting now, finding it harder and harder to maintain control. He was losing himself to his cycle, thoughts slowly slipping into nothing but the want to breed, to claim. No matter what, he would take this slow. He would not hurt you.
Emmet hissed as his hand wrapped around his length, guiding it tenderly into you. There was no missing the groan that left him, one set of his hands gripping your tights tightly, leaving light scratch marks from where the tips of his claws sank into the plush flesh.
You weren’t better off; the wriggling cock squirmed its way inside, and the ridges knocked against your insides, creating unmatched pleasure. It was bigger than anything you’d taken before- and it was still swelling.
Then he moved.
It was slow, but the way it dragged against the inside of your cunt was nothing you’d ever felt before. He had to make sure not to go too fast, not yet. It was so tempting, too; however, your pussy gripped him so nicely, and his cock fit so perfectly. He could almost burst then and there- but he needed you nice and loose.
“Ha-ah, love, you- hnng, you’re so verrry good. So perfect. So lovely. All for me, just for me!”
Words tumbled from his lips as his pace began to quicken. Hands maneuvered your legs to be lifted above your head, the web below you taking most of your weight. At this angle, he could see how his cock plowed into you, making obscene noises and leaking slick juices everywhere.
At the sight, he couldn’t hold back anymore- he would combust if he kept up this pace. What was manageable on your end turned into a ravenous flurry. He bullied his length into you, the feeling so indescribably good, and the angle only helped. Words had gone beyond both of you; the only thing filling the room was moans and pants.
Another orgasm had snuck its way into you, the feeling making Emmet let out a low hiss. His cock had begun to squirm further inside, the base swelling more and more. With a ‘Pop!’ it locked itself inside; Emmet let out a string of curses followed by moans. You felt it tracing your insides before its tip found the entrance to your cervix and wormed its way in.
That was a new feeling. You gasped and squirmed at the strange sensation, unsure if you wanted to chase it or run from it. Emmet had long since stilled, desperately trying to hold himself back from rutting into you, knowing that it would damage you, and he couldn’t risk that.
A strange liquid excreted from the tip of his cock, making the way it wormed in more comfortable and less of an unpleasant feeling. You realized it was affixing itself to your cervix, effectively tying you in place. Emmet’s panting heavily over you, drool escaping his maw. He could feel it; he could feel everything. He was so close, his eggs so close to being laid.
Finally, it started to throb, and the first egg made its way down, the feeling unusually pleasurable as it traveled down his shaft. It met resistance as it pushed against the opening of your cervix, but ultimately the egg plopped inside, the new sensation making you clench harder around him.
“F-Feel that, love? The first.. the first of m-many to come- ha..ah..”
It was strange to feel the way it settled inside you, the way another egg immediately began to follow. Above you, Emmet looked wrecked. His tongue was lolled out the side of his mouth; a bright blue blush covered his entire face as eyes hazily stared down at your stomach, which was slowly distending under the amount of eggs.
After an hour of egg after egg, it seemed to have finally ended. Emmet was mostly lucid now, but the same couldn’t be said for you. Who knows how many orgasms you’d gone through just at the feeling of eggs being laid inside you. He merely coo’ed at your blissed-out face before his Ovipositer retracted from inside you. Your poor cunt had been stretched thoroughly, cum and the slimy ooze leaking from it.
You hadn’t even noticed that he’d moved away for a moment until he reappeared with something in his hands.
Shit.
The plug.
“You didn’t forget, did you, love? I have to make sure you keep all these eggs nice and warm. Don’t worry; I’ll take verrry good care of you while they incubate.”
He slipped the white plug inside you easily; a small gasp and whine left you at the feeling. A hand came to gently rub over your taut stomach, which was now swollen large enough that you’d pass for being in the third trimester had it been a normal pregnancy. Emmet maneuvered down to coo and kiss your stomach before returning to pepper kisses on your face.
“You did so well, love. I’m verrry proud of you; you took every last one! Such a wonderful mate, a perfect brood-mother.” He smiled lovingly down at you while he spoke, gently pushing hair out of your face.
You could only squirm under the praise, whining at the pressure of the eggs every time you moved. That would be... difficult to get used to.
“..nn, how.. how long will they stay inside?” You meekly asked, voice hoarse and quiet from the strenuous moaning earlier.
“Mmm… I’m not entirely sure. Normally it’s two to three weeks, but I’m not sure if it would work differently for humans. Don’t worry, though! I’m going to take verrry good care of my lovely mate. You won’t have to lift a finger, I promise!”
He came to nuzzle his cheek against yours as he spoke, arms wrapping around you gently to avoid disturbing your clutch. Tiredness began to seep in, and the warmth Emmet emitted slowly began to lull you to sleep.
He kissed your forehead, and once you had entirely drifted off, snoring gently in his arms, he maneuvered you to be in a more comfortable position while also allowing maximum cuddles from him.
Realistically, the hybrid knew most of those eggs wouldn’t take, not made to be compatible with a human body incubating them. Though- Emmet held onto a small hope that maybe, at least, one would make it. That one day, he’d be able to have a tiny little hybrid in his arms, made from both of you.
Fortune smiled upon you both, for little did he know his wish would one day be granted.