Epilogue
Tanya
“Y ou did what ?” my co-worker Morgan squeals.
“Shh!” I say, looking around the office. “I know it’s my last day at HRA, but still. I don’t want people to know.”
Morgan giggles, her brown curls bouncing. My co-worker is the cutest thing with her curvy frame and dancing brown eyes. She looks innocent, but in fact, Morgan’s a dirty one. I’ve always shared my deepest secrets with her, and when I told her about how I laid six eggs for my six lovers, she couldn’t help but scream out loud.
“Shh!” I warn again. “Seriously, HRA might still be able to fire me.”
“I thought you already handed in your resignation.”
“I did,” I confirm. “But you never know. City government is weird, and I don’t want to take any chances.”
With that, Morgan nods and mimes zipping her lips shut with one hand. But then she leans forward, eyes dancing.
“So are you guys a thing now?”
I smile and act coy.
“What do you mean, a “thing”?”
“You know!” she hisses. “Like are you banging six guys at once?”
I smile while my insides go liquid because I’m more than banging six guys at once; they’re banging me, too. We get up to the craziest sexual acts, and I’ve never felt more satisfied. But the problem is that satisfying six men takes up a lot of time, and after three months of constant intimacy and no sleep, we came to a decision: I’d quit my job at HRA, and my boyfriends will support me financially.
A lot of modern women would probably be disgusted, not to mention dismayed, by my choices in life. After all, women don’t give up their careers these days to stay home. Yet that’s what I’m choosing and it’s empowering. I think it’s the fact that I have a choice which makes it okay. If I were forced to stay home like a 1950’s housewife, that would be awful. But instead, my ability to choose liberates me, and I’m looking forward to becoming the pampered pet of my six lovers.
Of course, I’m not exactly a pet. I’m their goddess, and Chris, Carl, James, Herbert, Hoover, and Henry adore my intellect; my sense of humor; and of course, my curves. We make love multiple times a day, and many nights, we don’t sleep at all. Instead, the six men use me non-stop, and these days, I’ve been walking with a permanent limp because my female bits are so sore.
“Oh my god, so what do you do with the eggs afterwards?” Morgan whispers, her brown eyes curious. “Do you fry them? Eat them?”
“No, silly!” I giggle. “They’re fake eggs made of plastic. You can’t eat them.”
“I know, I know,” Morgan sighs. “But there are massive developments when it comes to sex toys these days. Like literal breakthroughs.”
I shoot her a wry look while packing up my desk lamp.
“Like what? AI? Let me guess: animatronic girls that talk to you during the act of love.”
“No, no!” my pretty co-worker squeals. She looks around to make sure that no one’s listening before leaning in closer. “I actually have a thing for eggs too, but in a different way. Have you ever heard of an ovipositor?”
I pause for a moment.
“No, why? What is that? It sounds scary.”
She shakes her head, brown curls bouncing.
“No, it’s not. It’s a huge dildo that literally deposits eggs inside you. The eggs are made of gelatin so it doesn’t hurt or anything.”
“How do you get them out though?” I ask. “Do you birth them, the way I did with mine?”
“No,” Morgan says with a naughty smile. “The eggs melt inside you, and then you get a creamy, gelatinous mass seeping into your panties for the rest of the day. It feels so good, Tanya. Dirty, but like you’re leaking a man’s come.”
“Oh my god,” I marvel. “Who knew such things existed?”
“I know, it’s so filthy, right?” Morgan sighs with a dreamy look in her eyes. “I don’t think I could be with six guys the way that you are, but I could definitely use a man with a huge horse member that deposits eggs into me.”
“Really? Honestly, it sounds a bit bizarre to me. No judgment of course,” I say in a hasty voice. “Because I’m with six guys, and I have my own kinks, obviously.”
“No, it’s fine,” Morgan says immediately. “It’s just that I like them big, and I have an egg fetish. That’s all.”
“That’s all?” I tease. “An egg fetish is really out there! I mean, I should know because I have one too.”
“I know,” Morgan says dreamily. “But I’m going to manifest the man of my dreams. I’m going to manifest a handsome, hung alpha male who can deposit eggs into my secret spots and then I’ll have his cream dripping from me at all hours of the day. It’ll feel so good.”
“Are you sure you can manifest something like that?” I ask in an arch tone while sealing up my box. “It sounds like the stuff of fantasy.”
“It is the stuff of fantasy,” Morgan agrees, nodding. “But I’ve heard that it’s possible. There are guys out there with genetic mutations that you wouldn’t believe, Tanya. They’re so raunchy and wrong and … well, I’m saying too much.”
I pin her with a look.
“Wait, have you already met a guy who can do this? Deposit eggs I mean?”
“No, of course not!” Morgan denies immediately. But the way her cheeks flush red make me think she’s not telling the truth. Nonetheless, I have six men to get home to, so I don’t pursue the issue.
“Okay, well keep me updated. Love you, girl. Stay in touch and don’t let the HRA goons bite. Or the egg zaddies.”
With that, we kiss on the cheek, and then I sashay out of the grey office building. Once I’m outside on the sidewalk, I take a deep breath and then exhale happily. I’m moving onto a new chapter, and it’s going to be wonderful.
Within half an hour, I’m back at home and when I open the door to my apartment, a burst of cheering greets me.
“Oh my god!” I gasp, stepping into the living room. Streamers dangle from the ceiling, and there’s a huge cake waiting on the dining room table. Even better, my six lovers crowd around me, pressing kisses to my skin while helping me take off my coat.
“You look wonderful, sweetheart,” Carl rasps.
“Beautiful as always,” Henry adds.
“And far too luscious to be toiling away at a government job,” James adds with a mischievous grin. “We want you for ourselves. Is that wrong? We want to hide you away so that you only answer to us.”
I smile cheekily at the gorgeous men.
“Yeah, but I think you’re forgetting something. I’m the Queen Goddess, and you’re my subjects, so actually, you do my bidding and not the other way around.”
At that, the six men laugh, throwing their dark heads back while showing off flashing white teeth.
“Of course,” Hoover agrees before leaning down to press a kiss to my lips. “The Order of the Raptor lives and dies by its queen, and we will never let you down.”
“We love you,” James intones, his voice serious before taking me in his arms. “Anything you need, just let us know, Tanya.”
I melt in his arms while gazing at all six men with adoration in my eyes.
“I love you too,” I whisper. “And as Queen Goddess, I declare that tonight is a night for celebration and dirty, sensual fun, as always.”
Then, my men surround me and we descend into heavenly bliss. Maybe we haven’t found a solution for world peace or eternal harmony yet, but we’re working on it day and night. Outside, our resident hawk screeches his approval as we fall into rapture … again and again and again.
THE END
WAIT, IT’S NOT OVER YET!
Are you intrigued by Tanya’s dirty ways? Then read a special extended epilogue where she experiments with an ovipositor! Yes, Morgan’s a bad influence and now Tanya wants to try it for herself.