Before she could begin to wonder what was happening, he pushed forward and something large moved through his member and into her womb. The egg entered her with a *pop* and Lorie's back arched as the foreign sensation. He thrust again and another egg was transferred, then another, and another.
The slow, almost gentle thrust of his hips coupled with the feeling of being stuffed made her eyes roll back in ecstasy. She felt so close; The continuous stream of eggs was massaging the most sensitive parts of her while the tendrils at the base of his c*ck played with her cl*t. Her body writhed as her belly was stretched.
"I- can't take it anymore," the first words she had been able to get out since the whole thing began, and her last before she arched in climax.
Above her, the creature trilled. His hands and tendrils caressing her body all over. The ones at her mouth slid down her throat and back out. At some point, he stopped pumping in the eggs, and his body gave a grassy shudder. A different fluid ejaculated into her womb- thinner, warmer. It spilled from her in streams along with thick globs of the previous lubricant.
Lorie felt this thin c*m fill the spaces between the eggs that had been implanted in her. In the back of her mind, she knew what it was; He was to be both mother and father, and she was simply the vessel for the offspring to come.
The fronds and frills along his body settled as he finished. Vines and limbs that held her to the bed pulled away, and the ones in her throat slithered out. She gasped and watched as he stood between her legs, tilting his bestial, yet vaguely human-like, head as he observed their tied genitals.
She looked down too and saw her expanded belly; It looked as though she were three months pregnant already. Inside her, she felt the tube pull away and her cervical wall close. The petals of his penis began to shrink so he could pull away. Before he did, he made a noise that sounded like a grunt, and a glob of fluid that felt heavier spilled into her. It felt like tree sap was plugging her canal.
He finally pulled completely out of her. C*m and lubricant poured from her, soaking the bed beneath her and dripping onto the floor. She watched as his member slipped back into a slit in his torso before completely disappearing from view as if it were never there. Falling back on the bed, Lorie saw the creature climb along the wall to cling to the ceiling above her bed. There were no eyes or features to indicate that he watched her, but she knew he was.
The next month went by in a haze. Any time she had to get up from the bed he tried to stop her. It wasn't until she snapped about needing to pee or shower that he would simply come down and follow her. He liked the shower and would sit in the room for the steam or join her on occasion. The food in her fridge went bad as all he would allow her to consume was whatever fluid came from the nongenital vines around his body. It was filling, sweet, and eased the pain she had at the sudden inflation she had endured.
She grew to like the creature, giving him the name Rod after the first few days. He was gentle and every now and then would reach down to caress her belly with a leafy vine. She even coaxed him down to cuddle with her and eventually introducing him to sex for pleasure. He always made the funniest sounds when her fingers slipped into the moist slit that hid his c*ck.
Authorities were still looking for him, but they never came near her apartment. That made the birthing process easier for her when the time came. The seal finally broke and the first of the offspring slipped out looking no bigger than a sapling. A dozen more followed the first until her belly was finally emptied. There had been a fear that the babies would do to her what some do to their mothers, but she never saw Rod eat any meat so the fear passed.
The saplings grew for a few days before Katie opened the sliding glass door to her balcony one night. Somehow she knew it was time for them to move on. Soon they would be grown. Soon they would find vessels of their own and produce more of their kind.
When the last of them were finally gone, Lorie turned back to her room and dropped onto the bed. She was tired. It felt odd that she had been pregnant for a month and only had the children for a couple of weeks, but at the same time, it also seemed right.
Rod crawled down from his place on the ceiling and curled up behind her. She held his hand and giggled when a tendril slithered into her sweat pants. "No you don't," she pulled it back out and reached back to pat his head when he rustled in protest. "You're not knocking me up again so soon. I want a moment to relax."
More vines slid under her clothes to squeeze and massage her skin. He teased her nipples and slicked the inside of her thighs with lubricant. "Want Lorie," came a gravelly voice. "No seeds. Promise."
She gasped when fleshy tendrils slid inside her and began to pump. "I- I'll ask how- ah! How you learned t-o talk later." Lorie bit her lip and tilted her head back against him. "But since you asked nicely."
They stripped her out of her clothes and ended the night making love under the light of the moon.