Page 36 of Monstrous Baby
“Now I’m jealous.” Sliding his claw out, Kroktl growled—but playfully. “Give me a taste.”
Immediately, Snryx’s implements flexed and twisted, slithering quickly along my skin to turn me around and lift me higher between them. The shirt pulled up higher off my face, allowing me to watch as Kroktl’s lips closed over one breast. Snryx’s tentacle locked over my other breast, still rhythmically clenching. Both of them licking, sucking, drinking down the milk pouring from my body.
Kroktl lifted his mouth, allowing milk to drip down my midsection. He squeezed my breast, bringing more fluid out. His big palm smeared over my stomach, gathering up some of the milk so he could rub it across his chest. “Now I’m marked with your scent too. Though I’m going to mark my face with your sweet cunt while Snryx fucks you.”
Both Snryx and I quivered at his words, Sn even more than me. Shock splintered onto the grid despite his normal reticence. He never in a million years expected Kroktl to allow him to touch me. Let alone be inside me. His mate.
“Yourmate,” I said softly, letting my head fall back against his chest.
Kroktl dropped to his knees in front of me, his eyes flashing red circles around the room. He licked his lips, his tongue long and wide, making me wonder if he could change the shape of his tongue the same as his dick. He winked up at me, answering that unvoiced question, as he lifted my thighs up on his shoulders. My breath caught, my heart thudding harder, my legs tightening around his head with anticipation.
Snryx let out a small, embarrassed cough. “Um, before you get too comfortable, we have a slight problem.”
Pulling his head back slightly, Kroktl arched a brow. “No problem, just an adjustment. What do you need?”
Another jolt of shock and relief flooded the grid. “I never expected to be allowed to penetrate your—our—mate, so I didn’t… Well, it’s complicated. I don’t think humans?—”
Now it was my turn to play-growl. I twisted toward Snryx, and he shifted me back around to face him, even lowering me so my feet touched the floor again. “Tell me. My delicate human sensibilities can take it. I love you, remember?”
He blinked. Swallowed hard. Blinked again. I waited patiently, deliberately keeping my thoughts as contained and still as possible so I didn’t accidentally pry into his mind before he was ready to share. “I don’t have a penis.”
I reached out and took his hand in both of mine, lightly tracing my fingers over his knuckles. “I don’t mind. Just touch me.”
His fingers tightened on mine. “Certainly, but you misunderstand me. I do have a sexual organ. I suppose it’s inherited from the cephalopod DNA they used to generate my hydrostats. Each one is specialized, as you know, primarily for medical procedures and weaponry, so I suppose it shouldn’t be a surprise that one implement is also reserved for breeding.” His eyes flared wide, flashing over my shoulder to Kroktl’s. “Not that I have any intention?—”
“Relax,” Kroktl broke in. “I don’t have a problem with any of you coming inside her, at least right now. None of us are in heat anyway. If Natalie wishes to have another youngling in the future, we’ll discuss who. Together. Right, baby?”
“Right,” I said, trying to make my voice firm and assured despite the thousands of thoughts bombarding me all at once.
Did I want to have another baby? Someday? Would we even be able to control who came into heat? Surely I didn’t want another breeding frenzy…
I couldn’t help but shudder, even as heat flooded my core again. Remembering Kroktl’s swollen knot expanding, locking us together while he pumped me full of cum. Over and over and over.
He nuzzled my backside, tickling his tongue down my crack.:Don’t tempt me, baby. Though perhaps we should wait until Akylla is mature. I have a feeling she’ll keep our hands full for quite some time.:
“No shit,” I muttered, exasperated and fond at the same time. She could already climb up to the ceiling fan. What kind of trouble would she get into in a month?
“It’s one of my implements,” Snryx said in a rush, as if determined to get all the bad news out at once. “In cephalopods, it’s called a hectocotylus.” He laughed awkwardly. “At least I won’t rip it off and throw it at you like some species here on Earth.”
Matching his wry tone, I replied, “At least you won’t have to worry about me trying to eat you.”
His eyelids fluttered, his pulse thumping so hard I could see the swollen vein in his neck. I glanced at his implements, wondering which one it was. Dark purple and gray, they floated about his upper body. Sort of like Medusa, but not just his head. Which made me even more curious. I hadn’t taken the time to really study and learn his anatomy. A disservice to him.
“I changed my mind,” I whispered.
His facial expression didn’t change, his body language unmoved. But his implements moved away, gliding back over his shoulder and coiling together in a hank down his back. “I understand.”
“No, you don’t.” I reached up and cupped his face in both of my hands. “I want to go to the bedroom, because I’d like to see you spread out in our bed so I can take my time learning more about how your body works.”
His chest heaved with a deep breath. “Oh.”
“Will you?—”
“You can do whatever you wish to me,” he said fervently.
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NATALIE
