The male had moaned while he was filled up with his king's seed and his eggs. He had sighed with delight, feeling full in his womb area.
The male had placed one last kiss upon the king's lips, walking away with the guard back to the harem. He was filled up with his batch of eggs and was blessed to have been given this chance to give birth to the king's offspring.
The male had also fallen asleep and as did all of the other males in the harem. They were all filled up with eggs that were steadily growing inside of them.
The male who was chosen was groomed by the guards, smiling while he had seen the king after he was completed. He had sat on the bed, gazing into his king's eyes.
The male had stood up so that the king could have more access to his body. He had his arms behind his back, standing straight and attentive.
"Yes master." The male had sat down on the bed and waited for the return of his master. The male had looked around the room, trying to find something to distract his aroused mind.
Meanwhile .. the first male who was impregnated with eggs was laying on the bed, panting and groaning as the eggs had moved inside of him and were restless to be born into the world that was outside of their father's stomach. He had thrown his head back with a whimper while he had felt a strong urge to push.
The male had raised his head wearily, his eyes widening as he had seen his popped out belly button pushing upward from its original position. He had clenched his teeth, groaning as he had felt his body responding to the labor that he had felt by becoming worser and worser to handle. The man had panted heavily, wincing as he had felt the nagalings begin to move around restlessly in their father's stomach area.
The male had whimpered once more, raising his head and pushing upon being ordered to do such. He had groaned in pain, clenching his teeth together while he had closed his eyes tightly. He had cried out as he felt the nagalings beginning to move restlessly beneath their father's flesh.
The male who was birthing the nagalings had groaned in pain, throwing back his head as he had squirmed about on the bed. He was in too much pain to think straight. He had cried out as he had felt the other nagalings struggling to be born into the world beyond their own.
The male had felt pain beyond imagining, tensing up as he had felt the first of the nagalings struggling to be born. He had reached out and had gripped the ropes that were binding his wrists with his hands. He had dug his toes into the mattress and had cried out as he had felt the first nagaling's head crowning.