The serpents den (Reader x Sir Pentious)

Chapter 19: New arrivals

Authors notes: The final chapter, sorry if it seems rushed by my schedule is getting a bit hectic. Hectic in a good way though. It will most likely be a while before I take on and larger stories such as this one but I won't stop uploading, it will just take a while and odds are mostly be lemon one shots since smut is what I'm best at typing. I'm probably going to go back and adjust the chapters now and again for spelling an or to tweak the wording.

Though it took longer than either of you would have wanted but at long last the machine let its nameless melody echo across the production room. Though each little clank and hiss was slower than when you had first heard them any noise to over take the silence was a grand thing to hear. Watching with both excitement and curiosity the machine slowly spat out a test mold, all eyes on it as it began cracking open. You and Pentious stepped closer as the mold broke entirely and an egg popped out and quickly hopped down onto the floor, pure white shell, dumb enthusiastic voice, and eagerly greeting Pentious. Though childish you couldn't help but thrown your hands up and do an enthusiastic woohoo, the machine was once again working albeit at a slower pace then before. Though further adjustments still had to be made before the device would be back in full working order it was able to produce proper egg bois. This time though as the eggs slowly popped out of their molds and ran to greet their boss it was up to you to delicately spray the numbers on their backs since Pentious hadn't even bothered to work on fixing it yet. One by one, egg by egg, number by number, more and more of the little minions began running about, grabbing parts and waiting till Pentious thought he had enough minions before going to work on the machine that birthed them. Despite how clumsy the eggs were and how easily they seemed to hurt themselves it did seem like the task was going by faster with them passing Pentious the tools he needed and working on minor adjustments. There really wasn't much for you to do aside from spray numbers on the last few eggs in line and watch as they went about working with their boss. Sitting on one of the now emptied crates you mostly kept tabs on online accounts using the serpent's phone while he and the others worked. You went about liking, sharing, and hinting about your bedroom shenanigans. Though it was mostly thanks to the dungeon video with Cherri the likes and follows were still climbing fast, she was still salty but even if you removed the video from Pentiouss account it was still all over the internet. "So Pentious, we still got Cherri flaming us and threatening revenge. Since her friend is a friend of the princess what are we gonna do when she comes back?" you asked. "If she is currently being dealt with by the princess there isn't a doubt that she won't be able to get back into the terf game any time soon, there is also the fact that her area is no doubt in disarray with her absence and when she does return she'll no doubt have to spend time reestablishing her dominance over the area" he explained. "By that time we will have already fully recovered and be more than prepared to deal with her should she launch another direct attack" he finished. "Ok ya but her friend is a friend of the princess we can't pull the same capture bullshit we did before, or at least not be public about it, and She's just gonna keep bombing your house day in and day out once she is back in" you replied. Pentious stuck another sheet of metal back in place and backed away from the machine motioning for his eggs to do the same "I know hence why I'm going to swap to a more defensive approach" he replied. "While not a direct ally of the princess the ally of a mutual friend still leads for some assistance to be lent. Despite my desires to put that common whore in her place I'm not about to risk upsetting the princess and dealing with Alastor again. Rather than fight that impossible battle I'm going to try and build secret factories along the more eastern side of the pentagram and, using the popularity you have helped provide, see if I cannot get a foothold else ware" he explained. "So, bailing and taking over another section?" he rolled his eyes "It's not 'bailing' it's a tactical retreat, I still plan on taking over hell but it's become apparent that I'm going to need to develop more advanced machinery before I can take the larger sections as my own" he replied. "Especially if I am going to be met with more extreme resistance" As he started to slither over you quickly logged off and closed the apps you were on before handing his phone back to him. "Sounds like a plan, shall I start browsing for potential spots?" you asked "You haven't become fully familiar with pentagram city yet, it would be better if I went about and found the locations. In the meantime, keep doing what you have been, that is if you haven't been considering Charlies offer" he replied. "I can't tell if you're still joking or if you're seriously scared that I'm gonna run off" a small chuckle escaped him as he planted a soft kiss on your cheek "It's a bit of both my dear, you women are hard to read in general and on top of that your generation is exceptionally confusing with how rambunctious you all appear." "Believe me I'm not going anywhere, how could I abandon my beloved danger noodle" there was a playful hiss as he pulled his head away, he knew all too well what you were going to try to do "Don't you dare boop me again." You couldn't help but laugh "Alright I won't" you replied "At least not now" you looked past him and motioned for the already giggling eggs to go upstairs before they got cracked. "In all seriousness though..." you turned back to him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. "This whole thing is weird but this is fun, you're fun to be around, you spoil me rotten, and it's literally my job to fuck around online all day. Ya it sucks getting blown up and gutted but other than that I wouldn't dare give this up" a soft purr escaped you as you pressed your lips against his. The soft chill of his skin and texture of his scales was still foreign to you, an odd sensation but a pleasant one none the less.