Once Ebbie was in position, Gorg spread Ebbie’s cheeks and licked and sucked at the small hole. Then he used one of his tentacles to prime the way.
“Oh, fuck, that feels amazing! I love when you fuck me with your tentacles!” Ebbie cried, trying to muffle his voice by yelling into a pillow.
When Gorg was satisfied that his tentacle had sufficiently lubed the way in, he let it slide out and aligned his cock with the hole. He slowly began to push in.
Ebbie was growing entirely too impatient with Gorg’s tender, slow lovemaking. He backed up, impaling himself on Gorg’s cock. He threw his head back, the tendons in his neck straining. “Fuck! Fuck me now!”
Gorg seemed to need no further invitation. He began to pound himself deep into Ebbie’s body, retreating only halfway then pushing in again. “Ebbie, come for me! I’m close!”
Ebbie came, jerking his cock hard and fast, spilling his come for the first time on Jizm. He felt Gorg release into his body, filling him with hot come.
Together, they slumped onto the sticky bedsheets.
“I’m going to have to do a load of wash, I think,” Gorg said with a chuckle. “But first, I think we both need another shower. Then I’ll strip the bed, wash the sheets, and we can have a nap.”
“How long does it take to do a load of wash on Jizm?”
“Less time than it will take to put the sheets back on the bed. It’s all automated. You’ll see. You go take the first shower. I’m only sorry that shower isn’t big enough for both of us.”
By the time Ebbie had showered, he walked into the bedroom and found the bed neatly made over with freshly laundered sheets and a comforter. He slipped under the bedding and curled up on his side, feeling completely content.
Considering how much he disliked doing laundry, he decided he was going to like living on Jizm, particularly if washing clothing was as easy and quick as washing the sheets was. Maybe they even had a way of automatically folding the clothes, too! That would be awesome.
Then he was asleep and dreaming of a home of his own where all the housework drudgery was done automatically, and there was a gigantic shower adjacent to the bedroom that was more than big enough for two.
Chapter 14
As the season of Renewal deepened, Gorg’s Mama planned a traditional Pregnancy Dance for Ebbie. Similar to baby showers on Earth, the pregnant party is honored, and the baby-to-be is gifted with many presents.
Unlike most Earth baby showers, the participants are all naked and perform a communal stomping dance around a giant Sacred Penis statue in the yard of the home. Every home has one, and most are patinaed with age, having stood in that spot for as long as the house was in existence.
For Ebbie’s Pregnancy Dance, he and Gorg stood side-by-side in front of the Sacred Penis while Gorg’s family stomped and sang in a circle moving around them. It was a joyous occasion that Ebbie was sure would bring him years of nightmares and possibly therapy in the future.
The season of Renewal passed, and they entered into the Little Death season. On Jizm, the seasons were all relatively mild, although it did get cold enough during Little Death for the leaves to change colors.
All the vehicles on Jizm were hovercrafts, which stayed low to the ground but rode so smoothly it felt as if they were riding on air. Which, of course, they were.
Gorg took Ebbie on a tour of the Wildlands, which were similar to what might be National Parks on Earth, to see the colorful foliage.
Ebbie was beside himself. The colors were gorgeous, every color of the rainbow represented, and a few colors forwhich he had no names in English. Gorg told him the names in Jizmite, but he couldn’t remember them, and frankly, it didn’t matter. All that did was how beautiful they were.
As Little Death drew to a close and the world readied itself to burst forth with new life in the season of Birth, so did Ebbie. His stomach swelled to the size of a beachball, so big he could balance his teacup and saucer on top of it.
That’s when the baby was sleeping, of course. When the baby was awake — which was almost all the time — he or she would either roll over, kick, or do headstands, and trying to balance anything on top of his stomach would be hazardous.
Every so often, a little hand or foot would push against Ebbie’s stomach, and he could clearly see the outline of tiny fingers and toes, with only a thin layer of skin separating his child from his hand. It was one of the most amazing experiences he’d ever had, and he knew he’d never forget it.
Ebbie got little sleep, though, because the baby was so active. He didn’t mind, not really. It was amazing to feel that beautiful life within him grow and move, and it was certainly worth losing a few hours of sleep over.
Except when the baby began to use his kidneys as punching bags. That hurt, and he had to pee so often that he debated whether he should either start wearing a diaper or just be done with it and wear a bodily fluid eliminator until he gave birth.
Worse, it was beginning to show in his temper. He grew crankier by the day, sniping at Gorg for the smallest of things, then was immediately apologetic.
“It’s alright, little love. It’s the stress of carrying the baby, that’s all. Who could blame you for being a little…irritable?” Gorg rubbed Ebbie’s shoulders and the small of his back, which often ached from counterbalancing the growing weight he carried in front.
“When will I know it’s time? I don’t see any evidence of a pouch on my stomach. What if I don’t form one? How will we get the baby out?” Panic seeped into Ebbie’s voice so sharply that even he could hear it. His voice went up an octave, too, until he sounded practically shrill.
“Mama! Mama! Come talk to Ebbie!” Gorg called. He was worried — it was written all over his face — and that worried Ebbie even more.
