Has it been about three months? I'm not sure; ti beca a confusing ss for ever since Pandora and I started having sex to get pregnant. All I know is that everything has gotten worse with each passing day.
At so point, the egg inside grew to a noticeable size, bloating my belly, and over ti it got bigger. Now my stomach is like that of a pregnant woman's while the egg is fully ford inside.
However, it being fully ford doesn't help at all. Pandora made it clear from the start that the egg needs to be fed a constant supply of mana for a long ti, so it will still take at least two more months for this thing to actually be born.
But I can't take this anymore. I haven't had proper sleep for so long that I don't really know how things are outside.
All I know is that my entire body aches and I'm tired. On top of that, having this egg inside while Pandora fucks hurts so much; the egg is extrely hard and has an unpleasant roughness.
Every thrust from Pandora into my pussy makes the egg in my uterus scrape against its walls, causing horrible discomfort, not to ntion its size, which is much larger than I thought it would be.
The floor of the cave is partially subrged in sen at this point. When Pandora cums, her sen usually disperses into the air and part of it is absorbed, but the denser part of the sen remains here.
So, even though Pandora cums at least 1 to 3 liters every ti she climaxes, only a small amount of that stays here. But since it's been months since we started, the floor has beco filled with this dense sen.
To the point where I'm partially imrsed in this fluid. The sll in the cave is simply horrendous, because all that's left is this dense sen everywhere.
Honestly, I can't sll anything else besides this scent around here, and my mind is all muddled with pain and pleasure.
For , this is just torture. And from the constant pain and discomfort, hatred erges. But I don't hate Pandora. I can't hate her. I love Pandora, and even though she causes pain, I don't care anymore.
But I have to hate sothing for this pain, or I'll break completely. So my mind turns to the egg. It's his fault. I'm suffering because of this damned egg. It's all the fault of this child growing inside .
Before it, Pandora treated well. Pandora was kind and loved . But now, because of this damned egg, Pandora hurts over the slightest thing. I hate this. I hate this egg.
I don't want this thing inside anymore. Having it inside only makes everything worse. I want it gone from inside .
"Hmmfm." I feel Pandora's tail entering my mouth. I lick and suck on it while waiting for my al. This has repeated so many tis that I've gotten used to her injecting sen into my belly this way.
But soon she cums, filling my uterus with sen. My eyes roll back in pain as the egg shifts inside my body. Pandora's tail is soft, so even though it hurts to have her constantly having sex with , it was still minimally bearable.
But the egg is hard, and its roughness only causes pain. And the more pain it causes , the more I hate it. I feel Pandora's tail leaving my belly after filling it with sen.
I see the tail, dirty with saliva and sen, leaving my mouth while her other tail continues its rhythmic thrusting. I feel my back subrged in this viscous, warm fluid beneath .
My hair is completely filthy with sen, all the strands stuck together. I look at the ceiling with tears on my face. I see Pandora's gaze and miss her loving look from before.
'It's all this egg's fault... I-It stole the love that was ant for ...' I cry in despair, wondering how I can make Pandora like again. I can't take this anymore.
I move my hands to my extrely convex belly. The place where the egg is is so ridiculously obvious. I try to move my hands to push down.
Maybe if I get it out of my body, Pandora will stop doing this. But Pandora quickly notices my hands. The spirals in her eyes seem darker as she watches my movents.
I don't know if she knows what I'm trying to do, but as soon as I move my hand to try and push the egg out, she moves her hands, grabbing my arms.
"P-Pandora, I-I... GYAAAAHHHHA!" I let out a terrible scream when she twists and breaks both my arms just because I tried to remove the egg. Her gaze is completely cold as she stares into my tear-filled eyes.
I start hyperventilating from the pain, and even in this situation, she continues thrusting her tail into my private parts. This increases my hatred for this egg.
She'd rather protect this egg than protect . She who always said she loved is now prioritizing this egg. This fills with rage and jealousy.
Soon, I feel my arms recovering. I rember Pandora gave a form of immortality, so my damage is transferred to her, but apparently that only works with serious injuries.
aning, her hurting through sex still leaves all the damage and pain with . This seems so stupid. Pandora protects from death, but she doesn't protect from pain. I still feel the pain before the damage is transferred to Pandora.
My mind also doesn't recover from the extre exhaustion. In the end, the "immortality" Pandora gave is full of flaws and only protects from major wounds, but leaves all the pain and suffering for .
It was probably made this way because, for Pandora, it wouldn't make sense for small everyday injuries or the more complex psychological damage to be passed on to her. This only increases my tears because she doesn't even protect in this.
"H-Hic... w-why... t-this is so unfair... w-why don't you love anymore?" I speak tearfully, like a child who has realized her parents truly don't love her anymore.
I move my newly recovered hands to my face. They're covered in sen mixed with my tears. I want so badly to take this egg out of , but I know if I try, Pandora will protect it.
"I hate this... I-I hate you... w-why did you have to c-co into my life and d-destroy my happiness?" I say to the egg in my belly. My tired mind seems fragnted.
I feel confused, stressed, lonely, sad, and full of hate. I wish Pandora would love like before.
"..." I look at Pandora again. Her cold face is as beautiful as ever. The thought of losing all the happiness I had found seems to be destroying my mind.
Why does my happiness always have an expiration date? First, in my childhood. I was happy until my father decided to lock in that room and deprive of seeing the world, all because of that ability.
And now Pandora, who after we finally got along and loved each other, she starts treating badly.
Maybe I'm the problem? Perhaps this is my mistake. Pandora is different from my father. She said she loved , gave freedom, sought to make happy, and even tried to learn more about to give gifts.
And here I am, crying and complaining. Yes, this is probably all my fault. I'm suffering because I made a mistake. It's not that Pandora doesn't love ; Pandora loves , but she's punishing because I was lazy.
I took advantage of her kindness and gentleness like a user. I lived in her castle just having fun, never actively seeking out Pandora. I loved her, but in a lazy way.
I hesitated when it ca to fulfilling Pandora's desires. I didn't show love the way she wanted. That's why I'm being hurt now.
'Y-Yes... this is also love... she still loves ... I love her... I love Pandora too...' My mind worsens with each second. My reasoning seems wrong sohow.
But this is the only way my brain finds to avoid collapsing and turning into a motionless vegetable. My brain directs all the pain and pleasure Pandora causes as love.
If she gives pleasure, it's because she loves as much as I love her. And if she hurts , it's because she loves more than I can handle. And so, I direct everything Pandora is doing to as love.
I direct all the hatred, frustration, tiredness, and contempt toward my child. The egg inside is to bla for everything bad that has happened these past few months. I hate it, hate it, hate it, hate this egg and the baby inside it.
"I-I'm sorry Pandora... I-I won't resist... I-I was stupid again... I-I always resist your love... h-how foolish of ." I open my legs wider so Pandora can get a better position.
"I-I can never give you anything... w-why am I so weak and useless... s-so all I can do is talk... I-I love you." I say while feeling her tail ssing with the entrance to my uterus.
"T-This feels good..." I say as I feel pain. I start desperately lying to myself that I like this. I like this pain because this pain is caused by Pandora.
And Pandora loves , so I must accept everything she gives as love. I resisted her love too much in the past. I won't do that anymore.
"Hmmmm, t-this feels good, I-I love this ghmm." While lying to myself with words, in my mind I spread words of hatred for this egg, because I truly feel that if I don't love sothing and hate sothing else in equal asure, my mind will be completely destroyed.
And currently, there are only two things here for which I can express love and hate. But I can't hate Pandora. That's why I give love to Pandora and hate to the egg, because it's easier to hate the egg than to try to deal with the ss that is my head.
"Hmmmm." I feel her cumming inside again.
"I-I love this P-Pandora... I-I adore... y-your sen." I speak in a sowhat muddled way, my mind blank. This hot, viscous fluid filling at least temporarily reduces the friction of the egg against my uterine walls.
I look at my breasts. They seem much larger than at the beginning. They've also been spraying milk for so ti, though I don't rember when it started.
I hold one and start squeezing it. Pandora already said she'd like to suck my milk soday. I give an idiotic smile to my breasts, imagining Pandora being gentle again and sucking on them.
I start playing with my breasts while talking about how much I love Pandora. Even though Pandora doesn't respond, whenever Pandora causes pain and pleasure, I say I love it.
100% of my senses are occupied by Pandora, which only helps deteriorate my mind into this illusion of love for Pandora.
Since I'm imrsed in sen, all I feel is this warm, viscous fluid, so my sense of touch is completely tied to touching sen no matter where I move my hands or where my body is.
In my hearing, all I hear are my own moans and screams and the wet sound of being fucked and Pandora cumming.
In my sense of sll, the only scent in this place is the unpleasant, intense sll of sen that surrounds the entire environnt.
In my vision, all I see is my degraded body with its huge belly, sen everywhere, and Pandora fucking .
And in my sense of taste, all I taste is sen. This is the only food and drink I have. And since in the end my brain is overloaded with Pandora, I start associating that everything is Pandora's love for and that everything bad is the egg's fault, not Pandora's.
In this little corner of our love, Pandora becos my entire world. She is everything that exists in this space that keeps alive.
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