Page 37 of Monstrous Baby
Kroktl crawled onto the massive bed still carrying me in his arms, settling us together near the pillows, his bulk hot against my back. Snryx stood beside the bed, his shining eyes locked to me.
I patted the mattress beside me. “Let me take a closer look at your implements.”
He knelt on the bed, close enough for me to touch him. Two of his implements slipped forward over his shoulders to dangle down his chest. The rest of his tools stayed over his shoulders and down his back—as if he didn’t want to overwhelm me.
I couldn’t blame him. Not when I’d cringed away and shrieked at the squad’s alien anatomy. Matching his posture, I picked up one of the implements and lifted it closer so I could see what the tip looked like. I ran my fingers over the surface, trying to feel any joints, suckers, or scales but it was completely smooth. A little cool like metal but it felt alive. Not quite skin or hide but organic. A thin membrane covered the tip, likely to keep out debris.
“What’s this one do?”
The other implement hardened instantly into a pointed blade. The tip gleamed like an oil slick with razor sharp edges.
“This pair provides defensive weapons. They’re the longest and strongest of all my implements.”
The one in my hand stayed soft, curling around my fingers, limber and flexible. While the other looked like a sword. “Fascinating.”
I ran my fingers up higher, experimentally gripping the implement in my palm, rubbing my skin against him as I traced it up toward his temple. “Do you feel me touching it?”
“Absolutely.” He swallowed hard and gave me a sheepish grin. “It’s arousing even though it’s not my hectocotylus. No one’s ever touched any of my implements before.”
Aw. Guilt twinged through me. I’d been too scared to touch him in the beginning. I squeezed the implement a little harder, experimenting with pressure. Drawing the length through my fingers like a dick.
It thickened in my hand, straining my fingers apart, undulating back around my hand and wrist.
“Which ones were you using earlier to hold my hands above my head?”
“These. They’re the least specialized so I tend to use them first for anything requiring strength or general purposes. Though any implement is capable of lifting and holding anything.”
“Are they strong enough to lift Kroktl off the ground?”
“Absolutely. Sometimes I need to maneuver—or contain—my patient until his injuries are addressed. I could even hold Axxol against his will for a while, though he’d manage to damage me to the point I might lose several implements.”
“Can you regenerate them like Lohr’s limb?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never risked an implement to find out.”
“What are they made from?”
“Liquid tungsten, Sirian cells, and carbon.”
Of course. Everything came back to the incredible cells created—stolen—from mrions. I stared at the smoky purple coil around my wrist and allowed my eyes to unfocus.:Show me where they are,:I whispered to the Sirian cells inside me.
Sparks of light burst beneath the purple surface, an intricate webbing I could feel responding to my question. My command. Even though they weren’t inside of me. My completed mrion cells could talk to his Sirian cells. Stunned, I jerked my gaze up to his, my eyes wide.
He smiled, unbothered by realization. “It’s the same kind of communication that I use with the medbot. The cells integrate with everything and each other to form a connected network.”
“But…” My brain stuttered, completely broken. “That means… I could… No.”
He nodded. “You can absolutely command my Sirian cells, and they will respond immediately. You’ve obliterated DSC’s control over their own technology.”
“Your wish is literally our command, baby.” Kroktl purred out with his raptor’s deep rumble. “Command us both to your pleasure.”
On my knees between them, I shifted on the mattress so I could give him a firm glare. “I don’t like to command anyone, least of all you.”
A lazy smile spread on his lips, his eyes heavy and dark with intent. He swept his tongue over his tempting bottom lip, drawing my gaze to his mouth. His wicked tongue. Reminding me in a heartbeat of what we’d almost been ready to start in the dining room. “It’ll be sexier if you command him, baby. If I do it, I’d tell him to insert his tentacle-dick and make you come so I can get busy feasting, and we’ll finish way too quickly.”
Guh. Combined with his tongue… I let out a shaky laugh. “Who needs a regular boring human-like penis anyway?”
Kroktl laughed. “My thoughts exactly.”
