Another muscular spasm rolled through her abdomen, starting from her diaphragm and rippling down her naked stomach until it reached her navel. The walls of her uterus constricted and the mass within descended, passing the threshold of her gaping cervix and into the muscular tunnel beyond. She bit back a cry, tears coursing down her cheeks, the sweat streaming along her back in sheets, as the lining of her vagina gripped at the thing and started pulling in rhythmic waves, slowly working it down through her lower abdomen.
It was quick this time. The process only lasted a few minutes, thankfully, and no one seemed to have noticed the elevator had stopped. Amu lay half-sprawled, sitting up against the back wall with her legs hanging open and watched, fascinated as ever in her multiple-climax-induced clarity of mind, the lips of her cunt being spread from within, spread wider than they had ever been before around the solid lump trying to escape. as the shimmering blue gold-encrusted shape squeezed its way out from between her labia. With a last convulsive spasm, a bejewelled egg as big as a grapefruit slipped free trailing viscous fluid, followed shortly by a powerful squirt of vaginal liquid. Incredibly, a second followed it, two almost identical eggs made of some onyx-like blue mineral and covered in ornate gold patterns punctuated by sapphires and emeralds barely a centimetre across. She watched them come to rest together on the metal floor between her feet and then fell back at last, panting heavily, flushed and sweaty as another orgasm swept up her body. A fresh and truly awesome flood of juices spewed forth from her cunt, as if her body were emptying itself through her vagina, fluid spraying out over the floor and coating the eggs in a shiny layer.