Page 40 of Monstrous Baby
She licked her mark in my flesh. Spasms quivered through my implements, making them flop and squirm like disgusting snakes.
She laughed softly. “My only regret is that you didn’t mark me.”
“Oh, he did,” Kroktl said.
I didn’t understand the smugness in his voice. I marked her? When? I’d been face down beneath her, making such a racket my throat still burned. Though I did have a fresh sample of her blood. If I hadn’t injured her, one of my implements must have taken a sample without me even realizing.
Hot acid burned through me as I began a system check on each one. The tungsten blades could cut through anything except possibly Sirian crystal. Not one of my medical implements. The only one left…
The hectocotylus was still inside her, connecting our bodies. While the hood had deflated, I still filled her. The entire implement soaked in as much of her fluids as possible, but I didn’t detect blood, at least now. I’d never used that particular implement before. Perhaps it had a spike or hook? Though now that I was aware of it, the implement slowly began to recede back into the port, gently reducing its size so as not to tug on any of her delicate tissue.
She made a low sound against my shoulder. A sigh. Grumble. As if regretting the loss.
Chuckling again, Kroktl lifted her off me, setting her on his lap, her legs sprawled and limp as if she too hadn’t yet recoveredthe full use of her faculties. He adjusted her more comfortably, her thighs splayed. Her bare pussy captivated my gaze, goading me to move closer. Drink. Taste. If her mate allowed it.
His fingers stroked over the dark curling hair, and she quivered, her legs twitching uncontrollably. Her breath caught, her back arching, her head lolling to the side. Climax. Again. Just from touching her pubic hair.
“Look again.” Kroktl’s voice rumbled—but not with aggression. Inviting me closer.
I inhaled deeply, reveling in our mixed scents. The raw, musky scent of cum. My spermatophore packets melted inside her, oozing from her pink opening. Melting into her flesh, mingling with her own scent and cum. I barely comprehended the miracle of her primary mate allowing me to add my scent on her. Let alone come inside her.
His fingers parted the dark hair surrounding her pussy, revealing an unusual discoloration in her skin. I didn’t recall such a mark before. Triangular purple-grayish shapes—plural. Forming a loose ring around her opening in two arcs on either side of her outer labia.
A ring in her flesh.
The only possibility I could come up with was the ridge of scutes surrounding the port.
My mouth fell open with shock. Closed. Opened again wordlessly.
:That’s very interesting,:Lohr said on the grid. :I didn’t realize you were so equipped. Perhaps you carry some Hallucigenia or some other lobopodial DNA.:
“I didn’t either,” I whispered, shaken to my core. I never would have expected to be allowed to mark such an intimate part of her body. Yet her mate didn’t seem to mind. Even though every time he touched her, he would be reminded of my mark in her flesh.
“As long as you don’t mind me using your mark to stimulate our mate, I don’t mind that you marked her there.”
My throat ached. My eyes surely bulged with shock. I didn’t know what to say.
Natalie stretched out her hand. To me. Palm up, her fingers making a come-hither motion. A tired yet pleased smile on her face.
Not disgust. Revulsion. Anger at my audacity. Or worse, horror that my alien hectocotylus had somehow managed to fuckingbiteher.
I slipped my hand into hers and she tugged me closer, into her arms, even though she still lay sprawled on Kroktl’s lap. We lay together, our limbs tangled with his. Neither of them complained or flinched away from the casual touch of my implements.
The silk of her hair across my face was softer than anything I’d ever felt in the universe. Yet I’d never felt safer. Not physically, but…
Seen.
Even with all my strange, alien implements splayed around us.
18
LOHR
Itook great pride in finally mastering an acceptable smoothie for our mate. Making sure her diet was as nutritionally balanced as possible was the one special thing I could do for her. I hadn’t understood her need forpalatablefood as well in the beginning, but I’d figured out the tastiest fruit and nut butters she preferred to make them as enjoyable as well as nutritious for her.
After coitus, she preferred something light and refreshing, so I prepared a large smoothie in a glass receptacle and placed it in the cooling unit until she awoke from a brief nap.
Returning to the nursery, I peeked into the crib to check on Akylla. Except she wasn’t there.
