Page 102 of The Monster's Wife

“Hey,” she says breathily as she comes to rest across my lap. A soft hand stretches up, brushing over my facial tentacles. “I’ve missed you.” She pushes up enough that she can reach the area of my cheek that’s still smooth. The tender kiss she places on it nearly makes my multiple hearts pound out of their cavities.

“We’ve missed you too, sweetheart,” I rumble, giving her a tender squeeze.

“So, tell me more about these eggs?” She slides sideways in my hold, coming to kneel over my pelvis. It’s a very intimate area where my cock will extend out of its cocket when aroused. I am, but not fully enough for the orifice to open.

“Eggs,” I say, clearing my throat. My voice is deep and raspy with the echo of my beast. My mind races through facts as I try to determine what information is pertinent. “I currently house five, although one is likely not viable. I’ve held it for so long that it’s slowly being reabsorbed. One more is entering the final stages of viability. If it isn’t implanted, it will likely begin to do the same within the year.”

“Wow.” Her hands run over my shoulders, which are mostly humanoid, despite my being in full monster form. “How many does a kraken normally lay at once?”

My length begins to harden. “It’s completely up to your body how many eggs it’s willing to accept. My mother only carried two. Although, I’ve heard it’s safe to implant five or six.”

Her eyes bug. “Whoa, that’s a whole lot of belly.”

I laugh, nodding my agreement. “Yes, but kraken, much like nightmares, are often in tiny monster form upon birth.”

“So, I wouldn’t give birth to eggs?”

My head shakes. “Only if you were incubating the eggs. If your system accepts them, they’ll secrete a chemical that allows them to absorb maternal DNA. Once that happens, the egg needs to be fertilized. If they aren’t, then they’ll simply pass.”

“Okay.” She chews at her lower lip. “Is there a chance one partner could fertilize all of them? How does that work?”

“It’s always a possibility, much like when a human has multiple partners. However, there’s also magic and intent. My mother swears she willed both my fathers be the ones to fertilize my clutch, because she never wished to carry more offspring.” I shrug. “I’m not sure how much of that is accurate versus old wives’ tales.”

“It’s okay. How long does it take your body to produce more eggs? If I’m not yet healed...”

“Five years per egg,” I answer, running a hand over the back of her head. “There’s no rush and no need to panic if things don’t work out this time.”

“Right,” she agrees weakly.

“There’s no sense in stressing about what might or might not happen.” I pull her closer, dipping my mouth to hers. “I’ve just gotten you back. We have all the time in the world for—” Her mouth seals to mine, cutting me off.

It’s a slow kiss that builds to her gyrating over my pelvis. She’s not afraid of my mouthful of needle-like teeth, and it makes my monster ravenous.

“Oh, I think I like this show,” Malice says in a jovial tone, tossing himself down on the sofa.

A feral roar escapes into the kiss. Instead of being fearful, Ali clutches me tighter. My hands slide up her sides, pulling the shirt off and chucking it at the unwelcome intruder. My fingertips tease the curve of her hips up her sides as my tentacles coil and uncoil, allowing my suction cups to tease her skin.

“That’s so weird.” She smiles against my cheek as we finally pull back from the kiss. “But it feels so damn good.”

My chest heaves.

I assumed she’d be cold and calculating, like her mother and sister, but Gods, I couldn’t have been more wrong all those years ago. Fate or chance gave me the perfect mate, and we failed to protect her. I’ll never make that mistake again.

She slides her hand between us, teasing her fingers over the flap of skin that opens to expose my cock. She brushes over the seam, and I groan as my shaft extends.

“Okay, that’s a super fucking cool transformer skill,” Malice chimes in. “What? I’m a little jealous.”

“You, hush.” Ali looks over her shoulder at him. “Supervise if you want, but don’t ruin the moment.”

The nightmare mimes zipping his lips as she wraps her hand around my cock. It’s different in full monster form, and I’m not sure if she understands that.

I slide a smaller tentacle down to tease over her clit as she smiles brightly. Her thumb teases my crown, and an obscene groan escapes my lips.

“Not to be disrespectful, because I honestly don’t know if it’s a weird question...” She grinds her slick lower lips over the base of my shaft. Her wetness coats my balls, making me hiss. “Where do the eggs come out?”

I growl, palming the back of her head. The crown of my dick in full monster form has five flaps of skin that open, kind of like the mouth of a starfish or the slightly curved fins on a fan. She runs her thumb over them, pushing gently like she’s got the rough idea of it without me even explaining, and fluid drips from the tip.

Ali licks her lips, running her finger through my pre-cum and bringing it to her mouth. Her pink tongue flicks out, tasting me. Her entire body shivers against mine as she gyrates over me. Her nipples get harder and tighter, if that’s even possible. She wiggles against my tentacles as her slick core grows even wetter.

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