Author's Note: This is smut and assumes you're over 18 in reading it.
Tags: XCOM 2, female Viper x female human, cuddling, masturbation, oviposition

I don't know what the worse feeling is. Helplessness, or frustration, both stemming from the same cause. Sure, nothing made me feel better than knowing my woman's been released from the regen therapy and surgery wards after the cowardly XCOM attack in city center a few weeks ago. She suffered some bruised bones and serious lacerations that have since mostly been on the recovery, but still leave her unfit for active duty.

In the months I've come to know Stheno, I've learned that she doesn't like being stuck. I don't know if that's a thing for Vipers in particular, or just her being her, but the golden brown serpent gets absolutely cranky without active duty. And it's been rubbing off on me. Stheno's snippy. I get snippy. I don't feel motivated for my classes or my music for one picosecond, she chastises me.

Cranky. Cranky begets cranky. It's a vicious cycle.

I can't blame her, though. She looks miserable, wrapped up in bandages around the circumference of her slender, long body. Her arms are tied up as well, and she's not supposed to move them around too much from the military doctors. Despite her behaviour souring every day, I do try to make her comfy between classes. Head to bed. Wake up the next day to see my proud soldier slumped in her fortress of pillows watching the news. By the way her tail is twitching, I can tell she's not liking what's she's hearing on the tele either.

I cuddle up besides her. Rest my head on her naked chest. Stheno slowly draws her face towards me. Even when we're with each other, I tend to use sign language even as I speak. My hands make sawing motions, then a quick brush of two fingers over the two fingers on the other hand. Then I strike down my right fist into my left palm, extending the pinkie. "What's wrong, babe?" I ask, somber, trying to strike any kind of conversation.

The Viper's face slightly contorts, the lower lip almost disappearing behind the keratinous upper lip. She curls her index into a hook, pointing outwards to her side pointedly. Her hands rest at her breast, likes claws pointed at herself, and pull aside. She motions somberly down to me, shaking her head and giving a pointed 'no' with her right hand.
>I shouldn't be cross with you.

"We'll get over it, baby," I whisper up at her, slowly drawing my hands around her neck and being oh so mindful of her aching body as she adjusts her posture for me to lie besides her. The television, spouting gloom and doom about XCOM attacks nationwide, is momentarily ignored.

>It's mostly because of the pain. It's nagging me. And I feel useless.

I motion with my thumbs to my chest, drawing them down as my fists curl up into each other. "You're hurting. It's not your fault."

Stheno just lets out a rasp, which I've come to equate to a sigh. She sinks back into the pillows, another rasping sound leaving her. I slowly lean up against her, looking down in worry. I don't think I've seen her like that since she's come back from the medical center at all, and I already fear the worst about anything in her body having opened up. But then I do see something opening, alright. My pretty snek's sleek genital vent actually looking a little red under the scales, in particular. I can't help but laugh awkwardly at Stheno's situation, her body caught in her surgery's pains and her recovery from getting shredded by what amounts to be razor blade ammunition, and then her body's own need to lay her eggs every few months. No wonder's she's been getting cranky! I get cramps, at worst, for like a week every four, five weeks or so. Apparently, her cramps have been building up over the days of being bedridden at the ward and now here at our apartment.

She covers her face in embarrassment, hissing low. She boops her nose with a pointed finger, then strikes her left palm. She shakes her head as her eyes close in discomfort, muttering something dark and angry, before she just gives me the horns. In reverse.
>I can't believe this shit.

I give Stheno a peck on the curve of her cheekbone. "I'll be right back," I whisper down to her, getting up slow enough not to accidentally hurt her. But then I'm rushing for the nightstand. I rummage in some of the drawers before I come across a large bottle of lubricant. A quick trip to the bathroom for some towels. When I return and present the lube to Stheno with a cheeky little smirk, she's already rasping and rolling her eyes. But I ignore her being huffy. I just set myself down by her side on the pillows, kissing down on her dry, scaled snout.

The bottle's soon uncorked, and I tip it forward and down over the dimple of her… well, lap for a better word, and over the red swell of her vent. The lube's not too cool, but certainly a little colder than room temp. My snek squirms in place, unable to really do much against my considerations to ease her situation. When I set the bottle aside again, and instead gently dip my fingers inwards to her opening, slicking up her slit, my Viper sinks her head against my chest, breathing slow and deep. I kiss the top of her hood, feeling how my lips press into the grooves of her scales. "Just relax. Let it happen."

Stheno gives a light nudge against my side, as if telling me I shouldn't tell her what to do. Not like this is the first time she's laying eggs. Feeling cranky. And helpless. And frustrated. I kiss her hood again, stroking her jaw with my free hand while the other actively pulls her slit open. She's twitching under my touches. I help spread the lube until I can feel how her pink opening stands all taut and closed. I hold her closer against me as I let my fingers wander over her flesh almost pouring out of her slit, rubbing the oily liquid into her sensitive, achy flesh. I feel around the bulge behind her flesh, gently massaging my fingers into and around her tight hole. 

She's rasping again. Deep, rhythmic noises. The serpentine woman clutches her hands around my limbs and lets out a shrill little pleading sound I have only heard a few times before. Then I pull my hand back, watching down in rapt fascination. Her hole almost is pale pink against a thick, rotund object trying to push out of her body. About as brown as her own scales. She stretches obscenely around the bulb. Her flesh swells, red and rosy in places, pink around where it stretches thin. Her egg pushes outwards with her every conscious contraction, pulling back again when her muscles can't stand to push. I squeeze down at her thick neck, rubbing her encouragingly. And then, as the egg pushes almost halfways out of her beautiful cunt, out it pops! 

It's honestly a hilarious sound, quickly followed by the wet squishing of her juices seeping out of her body and rushing over her lap, the egg rolling down and into the creases of the pillows around us. A bulb about the size of a football, thick and leathery.

Stheno isn't done, though. She's rasping. Squeaking. Tensing where she lies. I gently caress her bloated, puffy puss. I can feel it slowly sink into her slit again. And then puff out and swell under the pressure of egg number two. I whisper her words of encouragement. I tell her I love her. I tell her she looks beautiful. I know she wants to say things. She says plenty in that rasping voice of hers that can't match mine. Her hands struggle to make words. Instead, she clenches her limbs around my waist. My body aches in the embrace, but I caress her head, her plump flesh, all the way until I feel the egg push against my palm. I watch in rapt fascination. The second egg pushes out just as gorgeously from my Stheno's body, until with another comical pop! it drops free from her puss and onto the bed of pillows.

Stheno is actually crying. It's hurting. They're big eggs, after all. I apply another generous layer of lube across her slit and her swollen sex, slowly rubbing it into her flesh. I feel with my digits into her bloated puss, feeling her heat sear against my fingertips. I don't pull back until the third egg literally pushes my fingers out. I rub at the bottom of her swollen puss. I feel her egg push out. I gently caress the stretched lining of her vent until the next pop! of her sex spilling her egg, and then her juices.

I hold her close. She's done so good. I'm so happy with her. I love her. I tell her all that and more as she bucks her hips and wants it to stop, but still feels how her body lays her fourth egg. I kiss her close, holding her in place while my hand at her vent continues to gently collect what lubrication there still can be rubbed into her plump flesh, and smear it into her achy puss. Her tail smacks into a small pile of pillows, tearing the pillowcases of a few in two fell blows. I feel her stretch out for her last egg of the night. I hold on and let my hand caress at her as she relaxes between contractions. Pop!

She's panting. Weeping. She holds onto me, and nuzzles into my chest and stomach. I kiss her hood, and slowly let my hand caress and wander over the swell of her sex until it slowly retreats where it belongs. The swelling subsides. The ache goes. And after many, many minutes of gently rubbing and caressing my pretty snek, I slowly pull my hand back. Stheno's sinking back into her pillows, her breathing steadying. And between the bed's pillows and her body, and between her own coils, four large, dusty brown eggs rest, definitely the size of footballs.

I take the towels, dry off her belly's scales. I take my time, dipping and brushing her body with the towels until she's all sleek and shiny. I clean off my own drippy, sleek hand, even though they'll smell like my Viper for days to come. I gently collect the first two eggs, and hold them up towards Stheno in my arms with a bright smile across my face.

"What a relief, huh? …Feeling better?"

She motions with her hand across her chest. It's a rush of words that blur together between her recovery, her arms aching as it is, and her head being all loopy. I think I could make out,
>I love you, so sorry, much better.

I give a nod. "How 'bout we get you fed, babe?"

Stheno hisses out loudly, her hood finally flaring out in the way I love about her being happy. And I set out to make us one hell of an omelette.