[SimonBrownMpreg]

The compliment was oddly comforting. In the back of his mind, Khell wondered if he might be developing Stockholm Syndrome. His will to fight the mantis and his apparent fate was weakening by the day. When the troublesome egg started encroaching on his navel, a whole new pain set in. The markings on his body turned blood red and even glowed slightly. His tail thrashed behind him. Briefly, he too wondered if it would ever escape his body, and then Embersoul's knee dug into his spine. The extra deep arch finally forced the egg out. It burned and stung. After falling into the deep burrow with the others, Khell counted in his head. How many was that? Sixteen... Khell was sure the last egg was number sixteen.

And "still many eggs to go" according to Embersoul.

Khell clutched either side of his belly. He squeezed, feeling the soft flesh now that his womb was at least partially emptied. One of Embersoul's spindly legs rubbed across his laboring dome. The sensation drew a small sound from Khell before he gulped and gasped with the quivering of a new contraction. His swollen belly continued to heave and convulse. Thankfully, the next egg wasn't as big as the last. He squeezed it from his bellybutton, making it number seventeen. More hours passed and more eggs fell out of his bellybutton, the pile turning into thirty-one eggs... thirty-two eggs... thirty-three eggs...