[Redbane]

"Genetically reconstructed Moa birds," Vera said, letting his orgasm build slowly. Really, biology provided enough natural painkiller via orgasm that it didn't take Lyle long to see the relevance of her minstrations. By the time he'd reached his orgasm, another egg had eased out, leaving five. She moved him into a deeper squatting position and encouraged him to rock his hips, which helped move the eggs along, though it seemed one had jammed against his prostate, sending a dark pleasure through him and straight to his length, which slowly rose once more. Vera didn't act on it though, more focused on pushing down on his belly gently to force the eggs out though. She kept instructing his breathing in a way that actually did help some, and showed human concern when he began to really struggle; maybe even guilt.