Chapter 2 - Egging Him On

If you were to ask Peter a few hours ago where he thought the night would take him, he would probably give you a few reasonable answers.

Having an alien bug-woman massaging lube between his cheeks so she could lay eggs inside of him was not one of those answers.

"How does this feel?" asked Mantis. "Should I apply more?"

"Yes," moaned Peter. "Definitely add more."

Mantis squeezed the bottle and more lube squirted into the palm of her hand. In terms of texture, it wasn't far off from the secretions that covered her ovipositor. That normally would be enough for a typical mating session, but Peter was adamant there needed to be more lubricant. Mantis knew better than to question her partner's needs and helped him prepare for what was to come.

As she rubbed the lube in her hands, Mantis took in the vulnerable position Peter was in. He was crouched over on all fours on his bed, almost as if he was presenting himself to her. A couple of towels protected his sheets from any stains that might be caused by the excess lube. The light of the moon entering through the window cast his smooth skin in a lovely sheen. It was truly a sight to behold.

Mantis leaned down and gently rubbed the lube into Peter's skin. Her fingers were delicate, but Peter still moaned at their touch. Truth be told, he never considered anal play before, at least with him on the receiving end. This was still new territory for him and the thought of someone getting that intimate with him was enough to make him hard again.

A few stray fingers plunged inside him, easing their way down his cavity. Peter's cock twitched the deeper in they went. Mantis had been steadily coaxing his anus so it could accept her ovipositor. But frankly, the use of her fingers could've the job just as well.

"I worry we may be using too much," said Mantis. "Are you sure your friend won't mind us using it all up?"

"Don't worry," said Peter. "I'm sure Carol won't mind. If she asks, I'll just tell her it was for some new webbing I'm working on."

That was good enough an answer for Mantis. Slowly, she pulled her fingers out one-by-one. She inspected Peter's rear using her thumb. The opening was much wider than when the two first started.

"Are you ready to begin?"

Peter nodded. A warm hand soon pressed up firm on his backside. Mantis towered above him, gently caressing his skin as she played with her ovipositor with her other hand. It grew in length as her fingers slid across the slick surface.  Ever careful, Mantis guided the tip closer towards Peter.

The instant she made contact; Peter swooned. The tip of the smooth organ teased him as it made small circles around his anus. The mixture of lubricants tickled each time the ovipositor brushed up against his skin. Peter felt incredibly warm as Mantis traced the contours of his back. She was savouring every detail of his body.

Mantis's antenna picked up on his desire. His longing for the two of them to be bonded. To share in the intimate tradition of her people. Mantis knew Peter was ready. It was time.

After a few moments of bated breath, she plunged her ovipositor inside of Peter.

Peter gasped. A shock went through his body. The slippery organ slid inside, moving steadily inch-by-inch. His fingers curled up against the towels placed below him. Thick globs of lube trickled down his legs as they were absorbed by the absorbent material. He clenched his toes tight as Mantis closed the distance between them.

The surface of the ovipositor pressed up against his insides. His spider-sense was going nuts. Every nerve-ending touched lit up like a firework. It was a feeling he couldn't quite put into words. Peter clenched his eyes shut and tried to focus on breathing. He felt full, and Mantis hadn't even laid her eggs yet. How was he going to handle having those inside him?

Mantis pressed up closer, her hips finally making contact with Peter. The length of her entire ovipositor was now deep inside, waiting for her to release her eggs. Mantis lifted her hand off of Peter's back. She leaned forward, pressing right up against her partner. Peter's heart raced as her breasts rested against his shoulder blades.

Delicate fingertips touched the side of his cheek. A soothing voice echoed in his ear. "Relax," she said. "You've been doing great so far". Her lips touched his cheek only briefly, but that was enough encouragement to keep him going.

"Mantis? How many eggs are there?"

"Only three this year. First-timers tend to have a smaller clutch." 

Thank god for that, Peter thought.

 "Alright," said Mantis. "Here comes the first egg."

Mantis closed her eyes and focused. A deep pressure from her womb travelled down towards her nether regions. Her antenna curled as the egg was carried towards her ovipositor. As it went, it pressed against the folds where her ovipositor was usually tucked away in. Slowly, the egg pushed its way through the thick muscles that concealed her alien genitals. A soft moan escaped from her lips. The experience was pleasurable for her species, and she hoped it would prove the same for Peter.

From the outside, the small mass didn't need to travel far before it reached Peter. The egg stretched the organ as it went, before coming to a small stop. The muscles inside the ovipositor contracted and pushed the egg past the barrier in its way. All Peter could focus on was how he was being stretched. The lube certainly helped make the experience all the more comfortable for him, but this was beyond what Peter thought possible.

All at once, Peter felt a hundred new sensations. It felt invasive... but welcome. A deep, intimate probe that tickled his insides and made him feel fuller the further it went. Beads of sweat trickled down his face. Peter tried raising his voice to tell Mantis he was doing all right. However, his sighs of contentment were the best he could manage at that point.

Eventually, the egg reached the tip of the ovipositor and slipped out. A warm trail of sticky fluid followed the egg as it was deposited inside of Peter. It lied snugly inside his body, applying a steady amount of pressure on the walls surrounding it. It was a perfect fit.

"How was that?" asked Mantis.

"Warm..." muttered Peter.

Mantis combed her fingers through his hair. A steady series of breaths passed through his lips. Peter's chest pumped up and down. He had never felt such a rush before.

"Are you ready for the next egg?"

Peter turned his head toward her and gently nodded. As he watched Mantis stroking her ovipositor, a naughty idea popped up inside his head.

"Um, Mantis?" Peter spoke up. "Would it be possible, if you don't mind...?" The words were caught on his lips. It was almost too embarrassing a thought to suggest. "C-could you maybe thrust your hips while laying the next egg?"

"Oh," said Mantis. "You mean, like this?"

Mantis lifted her body off of Peter's back to better position herself. Slowly, she began thrusting her hips. Her movements were slow. This was just as much a new experience for her as it was for Peter. Her hands traced down Peter's back and grabbed hold of his waist. Mantis's antenna lit up as she gauged how well she was doing.

She could feel Peter's passion grow every time her hips touched him. Peter moaned as she went. Her ovipositor slid inside, pressing up against the sensitive walls within. His cock twitched as the organ plunged deeper. Mantis kept at a slow pace, not wanting to overstimulate her partner. Peter could tell by how gentle her thrusts were. Somehow, that made the experience even hotter for him.

It wasn't long before the second egg travelled its way down Mantis's ovipositor. Her thrusting hips helped push the egg inside him. The process was quicker this time, but no less pleasurable. The growth still pressed up inside Peter as it went. Deeper in it was pushed, as the muscles inside the ovipositor did their magic.

Eventually, the egg slid out of Mantis and deposited right next to the first one. The already snug space grew ever tighter. The two eggs pressed heavily up against Peter's insides. A guttural groan escaped Peter's lips. He didn't know what was happening, but if he had to guess, he suspected the eggs were pressing right up against his prostate.

Peter felt like he was going to burst. There couldn't possibly be anymore room inside him, could there? And this was only a small clutch. Lord knows what would've awaited him had Mantis been carrying more eggs.

But he was so close. Just one more egg and that would be it. Surely, he could handle that.

Right?

A soft moan from Mantis came from behind. Peter perked his head right up.

"Peter? Am I doing alright?"

"Yeah, you're doing fine Mantis" said Peter. He struggled to speak up. The pressure built up inside. "C-could you just maybe go a little faster?"

"Are you sure? I don't wish to hurt you."

"I-it's fine! I can take it! I need this..."

Mantis stared down at Peter's vulnerable body. She never had been in such a position of power over somebody before. It was frankly a little intimidating. What if she did something wrong? What if she did hurt Peter? It would be all her fault.

But during their time together, Mantis knew Peter trusted her. She could feel it coursing through his body when they embraced. And if he believed in Mantis that much, there had to be a good reason for it.

Besides, they've already went this far, haven't they?

Mantis tightened her grip around Peter's hips. After taking a deep breath, she thrusted her hips and slammed right into Peter. The smacks of her thighs echoed in the room. Globs of lube sprayed down their legs and onto the drenched towels.  Her ovipositor plunged deep inside Peter's ass.

Peter's whole body shook. He squirmed under Mantis as she rammed right into him. It was hard for him to keep a clear head. The ovipositor pressed up against the eggs, pushing them against his prostate. His fingers dug into the towels below. A warm flush came over him. All Peter could do was moan.

His cries were soon joined by his partner's. Mantis felt a final tug from deep inside her womb. The final egg. As the muscles inside pushed, a rush of fluid came streaming down her ovipositor. The egg barrelled down, sliding across the inner walls thanks to the new layer of lubricant added by her body.

Peter could feel it coming. The egg pressed up as it made its way inside. It stretched Peter wide open as the ovipositor helped carry it along. Peter twitched. A tight sensation traveled toward his cock. This was it. He was going to cum.

The egg went farther inside. Peter tightened his grip. The egg poked out. Mantis tightened hers. The egg slid out. A rush of fluid came with it. The three eggs pushed up against each other. It was too much.

"Mantis! I'm gonna—"

Peter cried out. The pressure inside was finally released. With a few hefty squirts, the towels were soon stained with his jizz. A few drops had sprayed onto his stomach, but Peter didn't care. The climax was over and that was all that mattered. He'd clean himself off later.

With a hearty sigh, Peter collapsed onto the bed. He buried his sweat-soaked face into his arms and gasped for air. A few remaining drips of semen leaked from the tip of his cock before being soaked up by the absorbent fabric. The towels had definitely proved to be a worthwhile investment.

Mantis steadied her breathing. The whole ordeal had been a rush for her as well. Gripping her ovipositor, she steadily tugged at the organ. Peter shuddered as she pulled out. A suction of air carried alongside the tubular organ.

There was an audible "pop" once Mantis was done, almost comical in its sheer volume. A torrent of bodily fluids leaked out, along with a single egg. Peter lifted his head to get a good look at what had been inside him only a few minutes ago. It was hard to make out in the dark. From what he could see, it looked just like an ordinary egg you'd see at the grocery store. Just a bit darker in colour and slightly speckled.

And covered in all kinds of lube.

Mantis picked up the egg and carefully placed it by Peter's nightstand. He slowly shifted on his bed, still feeling full from the remaining eggs inside. He lay on his side, clutching his stomach as he watched Mantis lie right next to him.

She smiled as she combed her fingers through his hair. Peter's face was still warm from what had happened, but it was nice to just relax for a bit.

"How was that?" asked Mantis. "Did I do a good job?"

Peter simply nodded. He inched closer to Mantis and buried his face into her chest. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. The two took in each other's warmth, simply happy to have someone by their side.

"Mantis? Are you sure these eggs won't hatch?"

Mantis giggled. "Of course not! They haven't been fertilized." She kissed Peter on his forehead and rested her head.

"That's good. I don't think I'm ready to be a father just yet."

Mantis shushed him as she combed the back of his head. "I think you'd make an excellent father... with time."

That was a comforting thought. Of course, this was only a one-night stand. They couldn't possibly take this anywhere further. After all, Mantis was a Guardian of the Galaxy. She had to head back into space eventually.

"You know," said Mantis. "My team have been thinking about patrolling this section of the galaxy lately. Maybe we can make these visits to Earth a more common thing".

Peter looked up at Mantis. Her eyes looked so inviting. So beautiful. Cosmic, even.

"I'd like that," said Peter. "I'd like that very much."

The two embraced each other, waiting until dawn before they started their walk of shame. No doubt they had some explaining to do with their teammates. The other Guardians would no doubt grill Peter over the previous night, asking him a million questions to ensure this Terran hadn't mistreated Mantis. And Peter wasn't sure how he'd explain how he started dating an alien bug woman to Aunt May.

But those were just the risks one took when dating outside of their species.

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