Inside the Nest
Chrysalis approached the doorway of the brooding chamber. The guards on either side of the door stood at attention. She put her hands on her generous hips and cleared her throat. They turned their heads slightly to face her.
"See to it that absolutely no one disturbs me." Her voice was sharp. The guards simply nodded. One of them stepped forward and opened the door for her. She strode resolutely through.
The nest was a fairly simple affair. A round room, empty except for the candles that lined the walls and the breeding pool at the center. It was a shallow, perfectly circular crater in the floor, lined with soft, mucus-coated cushions. As the door clicked shut behind her, the Queen shed her robe. Her dark body glistened with sweat as she stepped slowly forward into the nest. No common changeling was permitted to gaze upon her as the time for laying her eggs drew near, but all the signs were there. Her breasts and nipples were swollen, leaking small streams of milk down her body.
But it was her cock that made it clear what was happening. Over the past few days she had gotten hard regular intervals. At first it had been once or twice, but the erections had become more and more frequent until she was hard more often than not. Last night, she had gotten a boner that still hadn't gone away. When she had awoken this morning, the oozing had begun. In preparation for the eggs, her penis had begun to produce the extra-slippery and slightly green precum. Today, she would bring forth the next generation of changeling.
There were many rumors among the populace. No changeling was allowed to step inside a breeding chamber while the Queen was laying her eggs. Theories abounded, with the most common being that healthy offspring required a perfectly uncontaminated and clean place to lay the eggs, but the truth was hardly so scientific.
The nest remained private to preserve the dignity of the Queen.
Chrysalis collapsed to her knees as she stepped into the nest. The pulsing ache of her neverending hardon had become too much to bear. She had held her composure before her people and now she could release the pent up frustration.
"Ugghhh...." she slowly bent forward, hugging her cock against her stomach as if it would somehow dull the pain. Her cock felt ready to explode; the head was swollen, and with each beat of her heart a wave of heavy pain flowed through it. It was torturous. She could not cum, not yet, but the pressure was unbearable. Her body could take it, of course. Every Queen could. But that did not make it any less painful.
She bent so far over that her face rested on the bottom of the nest. It was soft and cool. Tears squeezed themselves from her eyes as she whimpered softly. Her fingers gently stroked her shaft; it was so tender that she felt a twinge of pain at the contact. But it was a type of pain that she could very nearly enjoy. One of her hands reached down and began to fondle her scrotum. Like her cock, it ached, full to bursting. Not with cum, no. When breeding season rolled around, her biology shifted, and they began to produce to the mucus for her eggs, storing it up. And now it would be put to use.
Her body ached as she forced herself upright. At least part of the way upright, to her knees. She pressed a hand gently against her swollen abdomen, just above where her penis protruded from her body. She could feel the hardness of the eggs inside her. As if they knew it was time to be laid, they began to shift. Chrysalis breathed deeply and tensed the muscles inside herself. An egg shifted, and suddenly the pressure inside herself increased, the pain so great that she almost screamed. The time had come.
Her hand trembled as she touched her cock. At the base of the shaft there was a bulge. The egg was ready to be laid. She pressed her fingers against the underside of the bulge, massaging the egg slowly forward, inch by arduous inch. The first one was always the hardest. Her cock had had a year to close up, to tighten. It would loosen, slowly, but until it did, it took ever ounce of strength to squeeze out a single egg.
She groaned. The egg was just over halfway down her cock, but the most painful moment was yet to come. At the head of her cock were what looked like tiny seams, running from just past the head of her cock into her dickhole. For most of the year they were hardly noticeable, but as her cock grew more and more swollen, the seams began to stretch. Her hand shook as she extended her finger and with every bit of gentleness she could muster, placed the tip against her cockhole. She bit her lip as she ever so slowly worked her finger in, trying not to cry out.
Only once. She would only have to do this once, and then she would be free for a year. She bent her knuckle ever so slightly. Then she gritted her teeth and pulled.
The seams of her cock head came free and split, peeling back and revealing the tender membranes within. The sudden shock of her inner cockhead being exposed to the air of the chamber caused her whole body to convulse. She leaned forward, supporting herself on one hand, using the other to continue to push the egg along her penis. With a final push, a single green, glassy, mucus-covered egg slipped out onto the bed of the nest. She smiled.
No sooner had she laid the first egg than the next was already on its way. It moved slowly, as the first had, but not as slowly. Within minutes, it too was out. Then another. Then another. Her heart beat quickly as the eggs began to pour out of her, clacking together as they settled into the pile at the center of the nest. Her body was drenched with sweat as the final egg popped out of her cock. The hard part was finally over, and now she could finally start to enjoy herself a little.
She wrapped her fingers around her cock and gave it a few solid tugs. That was all the stimulation she needed. She came, not with semen, but with the mucus her body had secreted for the past week. The strength of the orgasm was unbelievable, like a hundred typical orgasms compressed into one. And it lasted so much longer; she came again and again, pouring more and more mucus over the eggs. She couldn't even guess how long it went on, and she didn't want to. By the time it subsided, the pressure and stress that her body had vanished. There was no greater reward for enduring the pain of laying the eggs.
She flopped backwards and breathed deeply. Her body felt like a limp noodle. After a long while, she sighed, stood and put her robe back on. Now all that remained was a shower and a very long nap. Her work was done.