“I can’t hold them back,” I whisper through clenched jaws. My clumsy fingers work the button at the top of her opening, which makes her moan with pleasure. I must bring her to the brink of orgasm, so her squeezing will help usher the egg inside.If her body fights the egg, my shaft may tear her insides. We are joined tightly, or I would pleasure her entrance. If I withdraw, I doubt I will fit inside her again with the eggs lodged between us.
“Just get the eggs inside her,” Papa yells. Beads of sweat jump from his bald head and onto Hairy. The sight adds kindling to the fire burning within me. I don’t want any piece of him touching my precious Harriett. Never again. “Stop stalling and do it! Do it!”
“She must be ready, or her body won’t stretch!” Today I’ve yelled at Papa more than all my days combined. Is it my age or Harriett that inspires me to rebel against the only family I’ve ever known? My new family, strapped to a table and helpless, needs me more than the one buried in my memories. Mother is gone. Father was never one of us, was he? He’s our creator, a watchful figure in the shadows, but not a father.
“She stretched for one. Once a woman’s body is open, it doesn’t snap back into place. She’s ruined for men, but she’s perfect for experiments with eggs.”
Calling Harriett ruined pulls a growl from my belly.
“Move within me, Phin,” Harriett whispers, trembling from head to toe. “I’ll peak on your command and take your next egg. Please thrust into me.”
Oh, sweet heavens! My hips swing in tiny movements to give her what she wants withouthurting her. Her body strangles my empty cock. Lust boils hot in my body, opening my egg sack to my enlarging shaft. The egg presses against Harriett’s opening, and I’m fascinated by the bulge between our bodies. Our hatchling stretches her opening with each of my pushes. As her body engulfs the egg, coated with my green fluid to ease the slide, she moans my name.
Papa leans over my shoulder. His smile is too large for his face. I press our bodies together to block his view.
“Phin! Yes, Phin! Push hard! Slam that big cock into me!” She screams, but for who’s ears—mine or Papa’s? She gets a rise out of both of us, but my heart sinks lower in my chest. Will she still love me when he’s not there to be jealous? Unable to deny her anything, I rock into her with enough force to bruise my legs on the table’s edge. The satisfying sway of her chin and quiver of her breasts is worth the ache on my thighs.
Anything for Hairy.
“Two eggs,” Papa murmurs as twin bulges push out of Harriett’s stomach.
“Three,” I whimper as the third bulge shifts from behind the second two. “I’m sorry, Hairy, I didn’t close the sack in time. I am a weak male.”
“I have three of your eggs,Phin? Why would you apologize for such a gift? You’ve given me pleasure beyond what I’ve experienced in life. I’m honored to be your chosen female, the mother to your hatchlings,” she says as sweat drips from her hair. The tone behind her voice is real, or at least I will pretend it is to fulfill my hunger for love.
Muddy water drips onto the table, and I’m suddenly offended. This whole room is wrong. Harriett’s tied wrists are wrong. Papa’s laughing eyes, bouncing pen, and written letters are wrong. We should be alone, on soft grass, under the stars. The crickets should sing for us as the waves applaud each egg’s arrival in their mother’s womb.
I hate Papa for taking this moment from us.
He will pay. We won’t just leave. We will take something of his first.
“Phin, where did you go? Please stay with me. I’m all alone if you don’t stay with me,” Harriett calls from a place beyond my anger.
“I’m here, beautiful. As long as I’m alive, I’ll be with my family,” I mumble, hating my lack of lips and the way my words come out.
Papa turns away from us to do something on his workbench. Can I hope he’s dropping off his notes to leave the room?
I release the table and slow my thrusts to reach for her. My dark green fingers rub the sensitive insides of her thighs. I cup her mound and then each egg on my ascent up her body. My long tentaclesrearrange and recoil around her breasts and tease her nipples with flicks and light rubbing. Their abused purple points can’t take the power of my red suckers. I would fold inside like a wilted plant if I damaged her perfect body.
My bent waist strains our connection, collapsing my cock like a pinched reed, but I reach for my prize. Replacing my tentacles with my softer barbels, I tease her lips open and stroke her tongue with my tentacles. Her moans and groans grow in volume as I stuff four of them inside, withdrawing one to allow another to barge inside.
Harriett
My eyes roll back with bliss. Phin tastes of salt, grass, and desire. I duel with his tentacles invading my mouth. My tongue tickles the space between the suckers and the muscle of his appendages. He growls with pleasure. Despite just meeting him tonight, my body knows his body like a lifelong friend. I hollow mycheeks and suck on his writhing tentacles with all my might.
He lifts my thighs as far as my restraints allow, changing the angle of his impalement. He rams his cock into my sore body. The table rocks, screeching in agony, as he tests the limit of the furniture. The legs he’s knocked loose from their moorings on the floor stomp along as if keeping a beat for our song.
“Careful!” Leopold yells as his hanging torture instruments clang against the wall. The clatter of them hitting the floor fills me with pride. We will survive because Phin will reduce this house of horrors to rubble and free his family. “Don’t break the glass!”
Phin ignores Leopold.
The fourth egg glides into me like a boat approaching the dock on flat, calm seas. Perhaps Leopold was right. When my governesses warned me that I’d be ruined if I let a boy take my purity, I thought it would be in reputation only. How silly! They couldn’t have imagined that I’d be ruined because my cervix stretched beyond repair accepting eggs from a swamp man! After a marriage of denial and starvation, Phin feeds me a feast. I wish I could bring myself to care that my body is reconfigured to desire eggs instead of a man’s fluids.
“Only one,” Leopold sneers. He holds a tape measure over my belly to compare the curvature to his initial marks. “You said there were six. She had three. Why did you only release one? Is something wrong with the others? Get on with it! I have notes towrite. I don’t have all day.”
“Slow for Hairy. Hairy must survive,” Phin snaps, batting Leopold’s hands off my body. He rips the tape measure from Leopold’s grip and throws it on the floor. I whimper with each yank and twist of his oviscape with his movements. The barbels slip from my mouth, and I mourn the loss. It’s like Phin’s rage at Leopold limits our contact.
“She looks to be taking them just fine. She’s your slut. Now release the eggs! All of them!”
