Now that I was level 31, my eggs were bronze. C-tier eggs were bronze and they combined the previous levels together. You got a single level, 2 free attribute points to freely allocate and 100 point increase to the base HP. If you had items or abilities that gave boosts to HP, have a base increase of 100 could mean exponential growth overall. Silver B-tier eggs upped the rewards. You got 2 levels, 5 attribute points and 150 HP points. Golden eggs were A-tier. They granted you 3 levels, 10 attribute points and 200 HP points. S-tier eggs were platinum. They had to provide something to break the game. Only layers ranked level 60 and above could produce them. The reward for consuming a platinum S-tier egg was 5 levels and a powerful skill given at random. This was FOG. Any monster race's skill would be insane in this mundane world. Even some of the non-human Player race skills could come in handy. My eggs were C-tier, but they could easily upgrade. I was only 9 levels away from getting to make silver eggs. I could give them to Aiden and Ivan. It would boost them up a ton.
Very quietly, Aspen asked if it would be a good time to lay the eggs. I simply shook my head no. "Not right now. We have a whole week to wait. Having 4 kids that are big and strong is for the best." I said. He simply gave me a weary smile. He was concerned about it. It was just like with Marcel. As time went on, the eggs began to grow as his body provided it nutrients directly. That was good for the child. Unlike Marcel who only had 1 egg inside him, my concubine had 4. Even my conscience was shaken on the seventh day. He looked like he was 5 months pregnant with twins. He woke up scared that more eggs would come and make things even worse. He did not have any new ones inside him. He said he could feel them developing though. It was due to the extra time granted by my skill. I gave him the second dosage of the black drug around noon. Looking at him, there was no way that he would be able to survive another week of this. I really liked Aspen. Old Kipler probably did not think much about a hatchling like Aspen in particular, but even he would be pissed if I exploded his child.
Doing something about this now would be for the best. For everyone involved in this relationship. I rubbed his head. "Can you try laying one of the eggs now. I don't want you to be over burdened." I said to him gently. He just groaned as he tried to lift his hips to make it easier on him. It took him 8 tries to get the first egg out. He was tired and weakened by the exhaustion. Pushing him for the second egg probably would not be wise. "You should eat it to regain your strength. I'm scared what might happen if you can't lay a second one today or tomorrow." He looked scandalized, but then a wave of pain hit him. He did just push out a fist sized egg out of his asshole. Aspen ate it and gained 7 levels. Clearly putting all of those points into strength, he was able to slowly get out of bed. He had not been able to leave for a couple of days. This was a good sign. He was still way too tired to actually get the second egg out of him. It was totally fine. He could get it done tomorrow. I gave him a handjob as a reward. Aspen looked really grateful for something to distract him from all their pain and discomfort.
