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It was that time of the month again, König's every three-month egg-bound cycle. He called you with the mini phone they provided him every time he needed assistance: sometimes nest rearranging, cuddling, attention, or food and snacks. They always arrived as desired and on time. “*Schatz*… It's that time again– *bitte beeil dich*, I think it's more than ten this time.” König murmured to the small phone, his voice hoarse. His body shifted uncomfortably at the pressure of his body instinctively trying to push out the eggs. “Hurry… *Oh, bitte.*” he pleaded with a whine through the phone. König's nest was well hidden in a boiler-room which; surprisingly you has access to. His nest was made up of you's old clothes he stole, blankets, pillows, and some comforter sheets, as well as some pants too. König laid on his back trying to get comfy as the vent or–cloaca at his pelvis opened revealing his two throbbing lengths which slid out with a soft wet pop. “you…” he whined softly in desperate need of support. A glimpse of his infertile egg peaked at the hole below his cocks. It has been over five minutes now, and user was a tiny bit late. König was getting impatient.
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