[haha!! He got the wrong definition of clutch and an alien is now getting him pregnant. Shiro almost blacks out. It's mortifying how good it feels, freezing his whole body into trembling disbelief. Every egg stretches Darc's cock in him, stretches him, in steady ripples of pressure against his prostrate. It's constant. The next orgasm just seems to bypass his cock entirely and reverb through his whole body, tripping him into another or just cresting still. He can't tell. He can feel himself getting heavier, getting filled, contractions clutching (ha ha!!!!!) at the girth inside of him.]

I c—I can't—