It takes her a moment to parse his words, and then has to wait for the paralysis to wear off to answer.

"Goddess. Demigods not allowed. Mortals use, enchanted items."

"Good to know!"

He dries her off and wrings out his clothes as best he can and drapes it over assorted furniture to dry further, and then he carries her to bed, and blindfolds her, and snuggles up to her and starts idly playing with her tits.

Rapturous moaning, wriggling, then limp panting.

If he keeps playing with her she's pretty much going to remain paralyzed the whole time, which is fine with her as long as her orgasms stop getting ruined.

Laurent's plan for this evening involves Coventina having plenty of orgasms! He seems intent on discovering by methodical experimentation all the ways she-in-this-state enjoys being touched. You could almost imagine him with a little mental checklist, investigating her breasts in detail first, then trying some more obscure locations before finally ending up at her vulva. And once he has a map with decent coverage, he can start combining things...

It is possible that at some point amid all this sensation he actually fucks her, but if he's doing it right, she's not going to know for sure either way.

She definitely notices when he finally penetrates her with more than a finger, but by that point she's not having thoughts about whether the thing filling her insides is a cock or not. Even if she could indicate some awareness of that, she probably wouldn't. She can totally respect his effort, there.

It's quite a challenge to map her out this way, when she's both paralyzed and so turned on that she's basically spontaneously cumming with no stimulation as often as not, but the paralysis isn't total, given how she can still breath and make the occasional noise and the way her pussy clenches when she cums hard definitely feels and looks different than when she's just dipping her toes in the pool of orgasmic possibility simply because the space outside that pool has shrunk to nothing.

Some very relieved and extremely pleased moans definitely manage to leak out through the paralysis when she's getting stimulation commensurate with how eagerly her body is reaching for orgasms.

Well, if the conditions make it more difficult to draw a useful map, he'll just have to put a little more time and effort into the project.

Eventually, after a very long time (of which the last, oh, hour or so is spent testing how long he can keep her in a state of continuous-or-consecutive orgasm), he stops actively touching her and just snuggles up next to her and goes to sleep.

The aftershocks keep her paralyzed for hours afterward. She maybe manages to fall asleep, but she isn't sure. She isn't spontaneously cumming anymore either; even if she's still more turned on than satisfied, she's very satisfied. She notices she's able to move again at some point in the dead of night. She dozes.

She aches for Laurent to fuck her again, but not urgently. Not enough to wake him up about it.

She does roll over and get more comfortable, wrapping an arm and leg around Laurent. She tugs the blindfold back into place, in case Laurent will feel a way about waking up face-to-face with her, and dozes some more. Her belly is swollen and heavy.

In the morning, he wakes up being thoroughly snuggled. It's very cozy. A good way to start a day.

"Good morning," he says. "How are you doing?"

"Horny as fuck, but still not as bad as when we got back."

She lifts the blindfold and glances down. Her belly is pretty big.

"I think it should be out before breakfast. Not much longer."

"Will containment be difficult from the start?"

"You should probably cut the egg open before it hatches, but if you do it should be fine."

"I expect I can manage that."

Coventina continues to be way hornier than her usual resting state until, with a lurch in her guts, it begins.

It hurts, coming out, but that doesn't stop it from making her cum. Her body seems to have no trouble pushing it out of her womb without her conscious input, but it still takes minutes upon minutes of orgasmic clenching before the smooth black surface of the egg makes her vulva bulge outward before revealing itself, stretching her wide as it emerges.

She gasps, jolting as the mana circuit breaks and the paralysis lifts while she's still cumming, slapping a hand between her legs and rubbing furiously as she shudders in ecstasy.

The egg is about half the size of a basketball, smooth black, and egg-shaped.

And Laurent is right there with his sword to attempt an amateur dissection.

He's probably going to want to do that in the bathroom. The eggshell is slightly soft, not rigid, and seems to be holding its shape via fluid pressure.

Yep, he can do that! Into the bathtub you go, fetal bog worm!

There is indeed a miniature bog worm in the egg.

It's curled up tight, but prying it out isn't too hard.

He can cut into it at his leisure. If he's thorough, he will find a smooth sphere of crystal, smaller than his thumbnail, in the very tip of the worm's tail, filling the last, tiniest segment of the worm's body.

He is indeed thorough. As soon as he obtains the crystal, he does a quick cleanup and then heads back to bed to inform Coventina of his findings.

"Huh, I guess that makes sense. What'd you do with the corpse?"

She stands up and stretches, slightly wobbly, but with a smile.

"Currently still in the bathtub for lack of a better idea, why do you ask?"

"Cause after last night I need another bath," she says wryly. "Whatever, I'll work around it."

She uses a hand-towel to wash herself decently well, then dresses in her shorts and bikini top.

"I'll take our clothes to the laundry?" she asks. 

"Yes, thank you. And we should probably find someplace to dispose of this thing..."

They can cut it up even smaller and scoop it into the toilet.

The laundry service is quick and gets their clothes back to them inside twenty minutes. Not quite dryer fresh, but close enough.

"So, breakfast at the guild hall?"

"Breakfast at the guild hall! And then perhaps we can head back to that farm and take care of the rest of those bog worms."

He pauses thoughtfully, then adds, "All reasonable evidence is pointing in the same direction here, but nevertheless I feel compelled to ask, did you have a good time last night?"

"It wasn't a literally perfect experience or anything but it was pretty awesome and I'm glad you were there to do it to me."