Page 29 of Seducing Scylla
Time feels as if it has stopped. Morgan stares at me, awaiting a response.
“You… want to have a baby with me?”
She rolls her eyes. “Yes! If you want to?”
“I-didn’t… I-don’t—” Her face falls, and I know I have said the wrong thing.
“No! I mean, yes! Of course I want to have a baby with you. I just never thought you would want to have one with me.” My eyes feel like saucers as I stare at her in wonder.
“You want to have a baby with me? Are you sure?”
Tears well in her eyes, as she chuckles. “Yes! I want to have a baby with you.”
I scoop her up in my arms, her squeals pealing through our home. I plaster playful kisses all over her face and mouth that turn slow and sensual. She moans into my hair as I nibble down her neck, ever careful of the sharp points of my teeth. My hands grip her around the waist as my tentacles find a limb and latch onto her. Melded, we move back to the furs. Something about her wanting to have a child with me makes me feel wild with lust. I can feel the pressure beginning to form inside my abdomen—the beginnings of the egg formation. By the time I am done with my mate, they will be ready.
“I will try to be gentle.” I ease Morgan onto the furs. She’s on her knees before me and I peel her clothing from her, layer by layer.
“You can do what you like with me.” Anticipation gleams in her eyes.
I admire the curves of her bare body. How did I get so lucky?
I flip her with my tentacles so she is on her hands and knees, head turned against the furs so she can see me from the corner of her eye. Bracing her legs with two tentacles, another reaches forward to secure her arms behind her back, the motion bringing her plump ass further into the air. One more twists itself in her hair and her breathing is already erratic, pupils blown, and I have barely even started.
“My perfect pretty mate, with her perfect pretty pussy.” I hum as another tentacle moves between her thighs, finding the apex already slick with desire. I run the tip through it, teasing at her opening before easing back and circling her clit once more. Her moan is muffled by the furs, and she wiggles her ass at me in annoyance.
“Patience,” I huff, teasing again at her opening before slipping inside. The feel of her silkiness against my tentacle is pure ecstasy. I bring another tentacle around to suck at her clit, bringing forth a high, keening moan from Morgan.
“I am not done yet, my love.” My seventh tentacle comes up and teases at the tight pucker of her ass, sliding back and forth against it before circling the entrance.
“Yes,” she moans.
Smug that I know the body of my mate so intimately, easily anticipating her wants and needs, I slowly thrust the tentacle inside her pussy, while the others continue to tease at her clit and ass. I want her pleasure to build slowly, the ache in my abdomen growing with the fullness of the eggs it’s making. I want us to erupt together.
“Scylla, please,” Morgan groans my name, wiggling her pink bottom at me, her sweet nectar running down the inside of her thigh as I plunge in and out of her.
“Anything for you, my mate.” I unleash everything I have on her, the tentacle in her pussy picking up pace as the other breaches the tight hole of her ass.
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she mumbles incoherently into the furs beneath her, sweat beading on the small of her back as she writhes beneath me.
“I’m going to come,” she warns before her climax rips through her, her silken walls fluttering around my tentacle while she screams into the furs.
I move my last tentacle beneath me, depositing the handful of orange marble-sized eggs that I have grown and fertilized into the awaiting limb. Slowly, I ease the tentacle out of Morgan’s spent pussy and replace it with the tentacle holding the eggs. Our eggs.
“What are you—Oh!” Morgan’s eyes go wide as I push the eggs inside her.
“That feels… different. Good different,” she reassures, breathless by the time I am finished, and I hold them inside her as I pull her back up onto her knees.
I pull her chin toward me, taking her mouth in a tender kiss.
“Now you have carried our baby.”
She pulls back shocked, tears quickly lining her eyes, before smashing her mouth back on mine, our lips and tongues a tangle of passion.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her forehead resting upon mine once we’ve pulled apart.
“What happens now?”
“First, I am going to make you come again with my eggs filling you up. Then we will deposit them in the pool so the fertilized one can hatch.”
