Page 39 of Monstrous Baby
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She hesitantly touchedthe outer ridges surrounding the port, and I thought I might perish. Literally, my heart felt like it might explode. Blood pressure increased throughout my body, making my head pound. I could only imagine what the rest of my implements were doing. Twitching. Writhing. Completely out of control.
Nothing mattered except the exquisite, delicate touch of her skin on mine. The barest pressure of her index pad tracing the bumps.
“Pressure.” My tone shocked me. Closer to Axxol’s furious growl than anything that would normally come from my mouth.
Kroktl chuckled, damn him. “I think what he’s trying to say isharder.”
She pressed her whole hand against my back and leaned her weight onto the heel of her palm.
My toes curled, my legs thrashed, and another vicious sound tore out of my throat.
“Ohhh, I’m getting it now. I bet those bumps are going to feel amazing…”
Her thigh ghosted over my buttocks, the faint brush of her skin a delicious torment. Until her hot, wet flesh settled over the port. Agony. Perfect. Unbearable. Ecstasy. Her weight settled more comfortably on my back, her knees straddling my waist, pressing against my flanks. Involuntarily, my implements coiled around her, pressing her close. Pulling her down harder.
She groaned, rubbing her pussy against the ridges. Grinding on the port.
Material tore beneath my hands.Endure. As long as possible. Wait…
I could feel every feminine cell against mine. The glide of her lubrication. The swollen knot of nerves rubbing against my most sensitive area. Clitoris to scute, anatomy never meant to touch, let alone stimulate and arouse, yet it worked. Beautifully.
With any other implement, I effortlessly controlled every single cell without thought, transforming in a millisecond for surgical procedures or warfare. Yet the sexual organ had a mind of its own. Or more aptly, no mind at all, surrendering completely to the will of its mate.
Presented with such a snug, tight channel, well lubricated and enticing, the hectocotylus emerged—directly into her vaginal opening as if the gods of her ancient world had crafted me to fit her dimensions perfectly. So fucking tight, locking down on my implement as if she refused to let it escape. Rubbing back and forth on the surrounding scutes, she groaned louder, flooding the grid with pleasure. Climax. From my mate. Delivered by me. Only me.
The flared hood opened inside her, pressing against her inner walls, similar to Kroktl’s knot but not as forceful. The goal wasn’t to lock us together—but keep her filled with pleasure long enough to allow as many spermatophores to pass through as possible. I felt every packet emerge from the hood. Bursts of stimulation fired through my nerves, lighting up parts of my nervous system that had never received stimuli before. I’d climaxed with her before, but never inside her. Never in the way for which my anatomy had been designed.
More of her flesh pressed against my back. Skin to skin. Exponential pulses of energy fried my intellect, leaving me a sweaty, screaming, heaving mass of tissue without any thought. No will. No sense. Nothing mattered but Natalie taking her pleasure from me—and giving me the chance to experience an unforgettable mating.
Especially when her teeth sank into my shoulder. The searing bite crushed me in a wave of release. I heaved and thrashed, my implements wound tightly around her. My blood hit her Sirian cells, and a supernova detonated. Obliterating every last cell inside me.
Time passed. I couldn’t be sure how long. I couldn’t lift my head or open my eyes. Everything ached. A deep muscle burn—not injury.
Injury. Natalie.
I’d never forgive myself if I harmed her.
A fresh sample of her blood registered in my databanks.
Unfamiliar emotions tore me apart. Rage. Shame. Guilt.
I’d rather rip off every single one of my implements than injure her. A delicate human female wasn’t meant to mate with ravenous monsters like us.
Like me.
I forced my eyes open. Lifted my head. Trying to regain control of my body. I couldn’t yet feel where my implements were, let alone control them. A slight weight lay on my back, so small as to be nearly negligible. Was she moving? Breathing?
Panicked, I tried to find the medbot’s feed but everything in my personal grid was scrambled, sparking like a fizzy drink spilled onto a circuit board. Kroktl lounged beside me, unalarmed. Unaggressive. If he wasn’t urgently trying to free her from my coils, then…
“Relax. She’s fine.” He reached over, his arm moving in a stroking motion. I couldn’t feel it, so he must be touching her. “Right, baby?”
“Mmmm.”
My head dropped back to the torn bedding with relief. Slowly, function returned as my systems came back online. The medbot streamed increased counts of endorphins and dopamine. No internal injuries. Her organs functionednormally. Nothing broken by implements strong enough to shatter every bone in her body.
One by one, my implements slipped away from clutching her so desperately to lie puddled on the mattress around me. Something touched and moved on my skin. Shoulder. The one she’d marked. It slowly dawned on me that it was her tongue.
