Page 9 of Clutching Cthulhu's Pearls

She is in no state to transport her. In opening her body, I’ve unleashed a fireball of desire. She strains to impale her cunt on me. Her body will hunger for cock until she’s full of eggs. While I want to give them to her in private, we will travel easier if they live within her. I can carry her as I run to the swamp. She will float on a log of driftwood until we find better transport. Her body won’t burn while carrying eggs. She may even sleep.

I thrust my smaller cock into her to test the cervix. The last of my goop sputters into the deepest recesses of her body. Harriett’s moans don’t change when I bump the end. If her cervix was thick and closed, that bump would hurt. I push deeply to transfer as much fluid as possible. Her moans are throaty with lust, not screechy with pain.

I guess she’s ready. Oh, but the pretty way her mouth hangs open, corners curved upward and lips bouncing as I thrust into her. My hips quicken tojostle her breasts too. She sighs with pleasure. Her beauty as she lets me love her brings tears to my eyes. I’m pleasing her! I knew she would love joining with me. It’s more than putting out the fire I built in her; she’s loving Phineas…like a man and woman. We will make a loving home for the hatchlings…starting with how much we will love each other.

“Enough! Just give her eggs!” Papa stomps his foot and points at Harriett.

“Phin, yes, Phin! I love your cock! Give me your eggs!” Harriett yells. While I glow with her praise, I fear she might want to rub our love into Papa’s face. Why don’t they love each other? He could have claimed Hairy, bringing a new mother to all his creatures who live in the swamp. She’s too young, pretty, and full of life to be meant for him. How did he trap her in marriage? For a husband, Papa doesn’t mind my claiming her. He wants my eggs in her for his experiments more than he wants to love her himself.

He’s a fool.

“Yes, Papa,” I say, giving a wide smile to Harriett. “My Hairy will protect our eggs.”

Harriett nods in jerks, out of sync with the bouncing of her body. She hears my unspoken instructions. After I implant the eggs, Papa will be beside himself with joy. He will forget we’rein the room and lose himself in his work. This will give us a chance to escape.

I switch cocks and slowly work the larger phallus into her tight body. Her inner muscles squeeze and fight each inch. Tears run down her face. I collect them with my tentacles. She plants tiny kisses on them. Her eyes fly wide when I force the first ring past her opening but settle as it works its way up her channel.

“Yeah, I hope she chokes on your oviscape! Take that, Harriett! How do you like your lover now?” Papa yells his ugly words over Harriett’s face. The blood pulses in his neck and floods his face with red blotches.

Harriett

“He’s wonderfully enormous,” I whisper with a blissful sigh as Phin trades the small cock for the ringed oviscape to deliver his eggs. The friction and stretch against my hungry cunt are just what my body craves. Every ridge must be forced past my straining inner labia before gliding over the pleasurenerves within me. I could get addicted to Phin’s oviscape, or hectocotylus, as Leopold calls it. I’ll call it a divining rod because it finds all my golden spots.

Tentacles skip over my flesh as he wraps my breasts like he did in the swamp. The red suckers tug my nipples until they lose their grip due to the tingling goop. Oh, how deliciously scandalous to be splayed out in such a wanton fashion while his inhuman appendages play in the ejaculate I’m wearing. I’m stained, ruined, deviant, an abomination, and every other horrid name Leopold could call me…and I love it.

Being immune to his degradation is my new power.

“I love you, Phin.”

“I love you, Hairy,” Phin replies between thrusts. He works his giant shaft into me, inch by glorious inch. I’m stuffed. His thinner cock rubs against my clit while his barbels flick over my tortured flesh. My mound is a dome where he’s stretched me to fullness.

I may die from sensation overload…but what a fantastic way to go!

“Oh! Oh!” Phin yells incoherent phrases. His facial features droop. His tentacles and barbels straighten as if struck by a bolt of lightning. Eyes closed but mouth hanging open, he releases a moan so deep it shakes the table loose from its fastenings to the floor.

He’s incredible when he climaxes.

Squeak!Did I make that shriek? The egg leaves his body and enters mine. My pelvis sits under an invisible weight. Are the edges of my womb ripping apart? Between my coil-covered breasts, my heart pounds. The area under my navel grows a lump the size of a chicken egg. The closing of my body around the egg is a blast of pleasure so bright I sing like an operatic soprano. My orgasm welcomes the egg into me with loving pulses as if my involuntary muscles hug my new offspring.

“Hairy happy?” Phin’s quiet question and gentle caress bring me back to Earth.

“I’m so happy, I could fly,” I reply as soon as I catch my breath.

His sigh of relief melts my heart. Has no one accepted an egg from him? Did he fear I would be hurt? Were there risks no one told me about? I’m grateful Phin kept those answers to himself so I could enjoy our mating. He has proven he can protect me in all ways. Had he told me some horror story of a failed egg acceptance or birth, I would have blacked out with terror. I didn’t know to ask these questions—I still don’t want the answers.

“Are you ready for more?” He asks, even though I can feel his struggle to contain his second egg. My sweet, caring man holds back untilI’m comfortable. I’m sure if I said I was done, he’d let the eggs drop to the floor. Despite them being the ultimate gift of love and commitment, he only wants to give me as much as I can take.

How can we be so in tune with one another when we’re different species?

“I want them all, Phin. Give me our family to carry, nourish, and mother. Let me grow to love them the way I will grow to love you.” My declaration of love isn’t to annoy Leopold.

This time, I mean it.

Chapter 6

My love’s eyes shine with joyous tears. The small bulge in her belly changes something in me. Seeing my eggs inside a female always pulls my heartstrings, but this time is different. Fatherly love, responsibility, and male pride share space with a fierce rage and surge of protectiveness. Papa won’t get these hatchlings. Harriett won’t let him take them from her body…and he won’t have access to her…because I’m stealing her away.

We will give the hatchling in that little egg a raft life, even if it costs me my life.

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