13. Revv

13

REVV

I t's safe in this cocoon of pebbles with our lovers watching. Daddy grabs my cock and starts pumping it. The sensation is too much and not enough at the same time. I don't need him to touch me there.

"Daddy—"

"Shhhhh, we need our scents on the nest. Come for me baby."

He just started stroking me, but I'm so keyed up, my body crests, and I come all over his hand. I'm vaguely aware of Daddy gasping and Gray choking. I think he's giving Daddy oral.

Daddy pushes his fingers inside me.

"You're so wet and loose, baby."

"Mmmm, loose," I mumble. "More."

I close my eyes as Daddy gives me exactly what I asked for. His fingers are thick and solid, filling me to a point but not high enough. I have a need deep inside me that's different from anything I've ever felt before.

Daddy moans. He's adding his scent to the nest. More moaning from Gray. More scent. More safety. More love.

The need inside me grows. I know what it is. Our egg is ready to come out. Our little chick is ready to meet us. We're going to love them so damn much.

"Daddy," I whisper.

His fingers push deeper. Other hands—Gray's hands—touch my back, my ass, my chest. I am surrounded by them.

I know Daddy's cock so well, I'm sure it's him who enters me after he withdraws his fingers. It's more than his fingers and less than I need. So much and yet not enough.

Blindly, I reach back and press my palm to Gray's heart where Daddy's pebble rests. "You too."

They talk back and forth. I can't follow their words anymore. Something about Daddy's knot being too big to open my rim. Something about how narrow my hips are. Something about the egg, but I trust them so much, I don't have to worry. The egg and I will be taken care of. We are safe.

A finger slips in next to Daddy's cock. I don't know whose it is. It doesn't matter. I know what it means.

"Yes. I need…"

"Shhhh, baby. We've got you."

I melt into Daddy. He's beneath me, lying on the mattress. He runs his hands along my back, and my skin is so wet with sweat, it reminds me of being in heat.

Another finger. Gray is opening me up like a present, making space for our baby, moving so slowly I ache for more.

I writhe on top of Daddy as the need deep inside me drops. Just a little bit. Just enough that Daddy tenses underneath me.

"Hurry, Gray. I can feel the egg. We have to make space for it."

In the back of my mind, I recall my omega mother sitting down with me before we left Rixton.

"Revv, do you know how egg-laying works?"

I rolled my eyes. "Mom, I'm twenty-seven years old. It's too late for this conversation."

"I know, I know. But I need you to know that you don't have to worry about it. You've chosen your mates well. When it's time for your beautiful egg to come out, Chris will help open you. He knows what he needs to do. But you might need to tell Gray."

She didn't know that Gray went to every appointment and read everything he could about penguin shifter pregnancies.

Gray knows. He's talking with Daddy. They're taking care of me. Taking care of our chick.

He slowly slides his fingers out of me, and I feel his cock at my rim, stretching me. I huddle in Daddy's arms as Gray keeps pushing, keeps spreading my body open.

"Shhhh, baby. You're doing so good," Daddy whispers, still running his hands up and down my back.

Gray stops moving. The two of them together are too big, too much. I don't think I can breathe.

"You have to sit up, baby," Daddy says. He slowly pushes up my torso, while Gray grasps my shoulders and helps him bring me into an upright position. The angle is all wrong, and I shake my head.

"You've got this," Gray whispers in my ear.

They start thrusting. Together and separate. In time with each other, then staggered. I'm at their mercy as they make space for the egg.

"I'm knotting. I have to pull out," Daddy warns.

And then he's gone. His hands still rest on my thighs, and he's still lying underneath me, but his cock is gone.

"No. Daddy, I need…"

Gray pulls out next, and I am unmoored, bereft of anything to fill me up. Except for something solid that's still inside me. It slides lower.

"Oh. The egg. It's moving," I say.

Daddy's hands are on my thighs, so I know it's Gray's fingers that push inside me.

"I can feel it. Revv, our egg is coming. You need to push, okay?"

His voice is like a warm blanket. If he says I need to push, I should push.

I take in a deep breath and rock my hips back, bearing down. The egg moves lower, pushing against my prostate. I can't control myself, and I come all over Daddy.

"That's right, baby. You're doing so good. Your nest is perfect. You're perfect."

I bear down again. The egg lowers but only a little bit. I don't know if I'm open enough. I'm not sure if I can get it to go any lower.

"No, I can't…" I try to tell them.

"You can. I believe in you, Revv. You can do anything," Gray says.

I take in another breath because Gray believes in me. He'll help me. Daddy will help me. I bear down with every bit of strength I have and push the egg lower and lower and lower.

"It's coming out! I can see the bottom!" Gray screams.

I'm so open. Too open. I need it out, but I don't think I can push it. My breaths come in quickly.

"Can you pull it out?" Daddy asks.

"I don't think so. It's not low enough yet," Gray says.

"Baby, I need you to take some deep breaths. Can you do that for me?"

I shake my head.

He grabs my chin and forces me to face him. "Take in a deep breath. Now."

The forceful tone of his voice makes me relax. Daddy is in charge now. He'll get the egg out. I suck in a long breath.

"Push as hard as you can," Daddy demands, his grip painful on my jaw.

"Yes, Daddy." The pain centers me. If Daddy says I can do it, I can do it. Even if it feels like too much.

He's made me do things that have felt like too much before.

I bear down, despite the fear, and suddenly I feel a powerful, overwhelming release as the egg pushes past my rim and drops onto the mattress. I collapse into Daddy, and he wraps his arms around me.

"That's right. Good boy."

Gray climbs up next to us, holding a shiny white egg with brown spots. It's lovely, like one of Daddy's paintings. I close my eyes. So tired. They're talking excitedly about the egg and our future, but I'm not ready for any of that yet. Daddy is beneath me, and Gray is cuddling next to us, and our egg is finally with us.

This moment is enough by itself without the promise of the future.

I fall fast asleep.