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It's a chilly day, with clear skies and a bright sun faltering just short of its Summer apex, typical of a day on the tail-end of Winter. You are slouched on a pavilion pole, people-watching as your parents converse amicably with a Waatu. The frog-like humanoids were common around this area, thanks to the many marshes dotting the countryside. They only had one sex, though this one had asked to be referred to as 'she', not that her deep, bellowing voice would have you assume that label of her.
She's clad in a baggy shirt and loose-fitting shorts. As with all her species, her chest is flat, her stomach round, and her mouth wide – eerily so. All in all, she cuts a stout figure, a few heads taller than you and twice as stocky. The chair she's spread out on strains under her weight, creaking with every subtle movement she makes.
Neither one of your progenitors is even a little off-put, approaching her just the same they would anyone else during this local event. The small, rural town your family was visiting was the site of the yearly 'Winter's End Assembly', where young adults could gather from near and far to meet their peers and hopefully pair off before the mating season well and truly began. Though your parents loved you, you were too old to hang around their house anymore doing nothing all day, and your dad was too traditional to put a human to work in his business.
Your mom, also a human and thus sympathetic to your situation, had tried to get you to socialize with the up-and-coming blood in your small village, but you always felt awkward, artificially inserted, and never made any in-roads with them. Besides, you had figured since she married your father after a fateful introduction here, it should be good enough for you, too. Hence leaning on a post while they chatted up a dark-green boulder allegedly the same age as you.
It appeared to be going well, however, and from what you've overheard, she sounds like a good person. Who knows where you might be come Spring?
##### A marriage and a month later
The two of you had quickly settled into a routine in her little hut; cooking for a creature as backwater as she is was easy, and she was out most of each day working at a nearby Fishmonger. So far, she'd never done anything with you in bed – not that you're complaining about the cuddles, but no non-humans you knew of married a human just for the novelty of it. However, as you ate dinner with her tonight, you had a feeling that was about to change.
Retiring for the day with her, you crawl under the scratchy covers, looking up at her curiously as she freezes in the doorway.
With an apprehensive expression, she croaks, "pumpkin, I believe I've entered my heat today."
You swallow, nodding for her to continue. It was only a matter of time before it occurred, and honestly, you were just glad you no longer had to shamefully masturbate when she left in the mornings.
"Are you… ready, to have children?" She asks hesitantly, "I want to, badly, but are you okay with that and all the pursuit of it will bring?"
Nodding again, you wonder what she could be speaking of. You weren't aware of the specifics of how they did the deed, but you'd yet to see a non-human it wouldn't be an enjoyable experience with.
She smiles, "I'm happy to hear so. Could you finish stripping, please?"
You do as she removes her shirt, pants, and, for the first time you've born witness to, her panties. A bit unusually, she seems to have two separate slits by themselves, rather than within a labia, but you chalk it up to her being based off an amphibian.
Stepping forward, she positions herself above you, completely dwarfing your body. Her gut sags onto your chest, and her legs devour your own entirely. A humongous tongue, as wide as your thigh and half as thick, laps at you playfully. You sputter, laughing, and she joins in, cheerful ribbits filling your ears as warmth spills across your face and down your neck. Your hands reach up to grasp at her massive love handles, absent-mindedly petting her sides as she coats your cheeks in slobbery affection.
After a few moments, she pulls back, adjusting herself so she can grasp your cock with a palm. She strokes you, gently teasing your dick into action as you suppress a lusty moan. Even at full mast, her grip is larger than your tool, cool flesh kneading sparks of pleasure from your shaft. When she's ready, she angles you upwards, causing you to jolt as your tip slips against a wet slit, which she slowly buries your member inside.
Her walls are a silky paradise. They pulse around you, massaging euphoria straight into your mind. A whimper escapes your lips, and she groans atop you, arching her back slightly. Attempting to lift off of you, she instead only makes it an inch as the ecstasy overwhelms you both briefly, gasps fluttering out of your lungs. She recoups her composure and begins again, steadily exposing your penis to the comparatively cold air. Her folds drag along each bit she frees, their unwillingness to part making the process more strenuous as she fights to not collapse into you prematurely.
When only your glands remain within her, she drops, pounding your waist and sending lightning up your spine. You both cry out in unison, pain forgotten underneath the joy of carnal contact. Her second time retreating is smoother, and the following clap more natural. You brace yourself as she finds a sustainable pace for your love-making, humping into her on every plunge, adding just a little bit more sweetness to the ordeal. Your hands tighten on her sides, holding on for dear life as she pummels you again and again. Neither of you are conscious of the noises you create at this point, a swirling cacophony of jubilant exclamations echoing off the wooden walls of your abode.
As her sex engulfs yours once again, you twist your hips below her, including a new dimension of gratification to the mix. Your dick rubs against her interior, rotating as bumps and bends rush down its sides. You're getting dangerously close, but she shows no signs of letting up, each crash earning a yelp from your sensitive form.
On her next rise, you warn her with a desperate lilt to your voice, "fuck, I'm close!"
She grins down at you, then slams into you with more force than any previous thrust. You groan, the sound emanating from deep in your soul as her pussy wrings you out, rope after rope of cum being greedily stolen by her heavenly snatch. You spasm underneath her, though her stomach keeps you from moving much. Waiting for you to finish, she only rocks lightly on her haunches, plucking what extra she can from your balls.
"All done?" She surmises once you quit convulsing.
"Y-yeah," you pant, catching your breath.
Pulling herself off you, she takes her time untangling your legs, sitting between them while she holds them apart.
"W-what are you doing?" You wonder, eyeing her from your cloud of post-nut bliss.
"We're only halfway done," she answers, and you spot something emerging from her second, higher hole. It looks like a cock, girthier than yours despite being about the same length.
You shudder, "uh, honey?"
She meets your gaze, "You fertilized my eggs, but I need to lay them now. Hold still; I'll be tender as can be."
You gulp, closing your eyes. You trust her, but it's a scary sight nonetheless. Taking a deep breath, you feel it press against your taint, leaking ample precum in preparation for its dive. The pressure increases sluggishly, letting you get used to its presence. A gasp tears from your core when it finally splits you, painlessly sliding inside your rectum. Bit by bit it stretches you out, and you tense, instinctually trying to reject the intrusion.
"Relax," she commands, "it will feel strange, but fighting it will only make the experience less fun."
You do as she says, muscles untensing to admit her further access. Her ovipositor distends your guts as it leisurely crams itself within you. A mewl slinks from your mouth as she passes over a particularly sensitive area, and you clamp down on her rod in shock. Your own member, which had never truly softened, was stiff again, and you lurch into her for more.
It's her turn to moan as you take over, fucking yourself on her as the weirdness fades and the desire to feel full dominates your thoughts. Each swing of your hips grinds her against your prostate; flashes of white-hot pleasure etch themselves into your skull every time. She yanks your legs around her belly, tugging you closer as her knees move around your torso.
She croaks out, "I-I'm close, babe!"
Your eyes fly open for the first time to see her clenching hers shut. You never thought you'd say anything like this in your life, but it feels too good to stop yourself: "fill me up, please~!"
She obliges, sent over the edge by your begging, her dick throbbing as marble-sized orbs shoot out into your intestines. They apply increased force as they come, building up the heavy ecstasy stewing in your center. The last is deposited before you can orgasm yourself, however, and she withdraws while you're still twitching, horny and needy.
"Nooo," you whine, but she simply pats your head.
"Luckily for you, there's a third part I can drag out just for you~"
"W-what is it?" You gasp, surprised to learn there's yet another step in her mating ritual.
"My people call it 'Mother's Retreat'. Our young require about a month to incubate, and it's too dangerous to leave the human carrier – the mom – exposed to the elements during that timeframe."
Not giving you time to respond, her tongue lolls out of her maw, sticking to your upper chest and hauling you into her mouth. She wraps up your lower abdomen next, heaving the top half of you into her humid jaws. Her plush flesh is slick with saliva, and you're left to fumble around in the darkness as her tongue jerks you off with impressive dexterity. Your cries disappear down her gullet while you wiggle on her tongue and vocal sac. She sucks you further in, and you curl up around her slimy appendage as it continues mangling your cock unabated.
The oppressive heat melts you into compliant jelly, her tongue licking at your body, drawing yips and yowls from you. You squirm against her assault, inadvertently mashing more spit into your face as she flicks your nipples with quick strikes. One of your legs kicks out on reflex, but it's bound tightly and can't do more than quiver pathetically.
Struggling uselessly, you beg with empty promises as your penis is rolled and abused between her supple, glossy surfaces. Your captor never lets up her attack, determined to taste your cream before you're banished from the outside world for a month. Though you fight off completion, it encroaches all the same, bursting from your tip like a fountain to splatter across her tongue. She drinks it down with a low bellow, shaking you in your prison, slurps towing you to the back of her throat alongside your bonus flavoring.
It squeezes around you. Slippery, pillowy rings of muscle guide you away to a special chamber inside her, which cradles your weak body lovingly. Molding itself to you, it feels like a luxurious bed, albeit with a low ceiling while being much warmer and wetter than one ought to be.
"See you soon," you hear from far away as you drift off into the longest, most comfortable rest of your life.