“You don’t get to touch Har—”
“She’s my wife! She’s my property, which is why you’re wedged inside her. One more word, and I’ll end her after she delivers your eggs. You will be exterminated as an abomination while she’s executed for being the whore she is!” Leopold glares at me as he uses words too sophisticated for Phin. I’m sure Phin gets the gist of what he’s saying, but the meaning was meant for me. He wants an ally—albeit a coerced one—because he can no longer count on Phin’s obedience.
“Phin, darling, I’m ready for another egg. I must have all the eggs before your arousal fluid wears off,” I say sweetly, rolling my hips. How I wish I could caress his face the way a tentacle swept down my cheek?! “My love, I want all ourhatchlings in my belly.”
Both males furrow their brows at my compliance to the other.
I quickly flick my eyes to the door and back to Phin, risking Leopold’s suspicions. As usual, my husband misses my cues because his focus is on his work—in this case, my belly.
“I will give you more,” Phin says, jerking his smaller cock until it spills over my stretched cunt.
Direct hit on my extended clit. I writhe as the fire ignites in the tiny bundle of nerves and radiates outward. As the fluid drips through my folds, my hips dance to obtain friction. I need. My breasts bounce wildly, filling the room with an obscene slapping. Phin’s eyes are wide with fear, his mouth set in a firm line, but his cock continues to gush. I don’t dare look at Leopold. His expression would probably disgust me to dryness.
“More! More! More!” I yell and bare my teeth like an animal.
“Unbelievable,” murmurs Leopold, earning a glare from Phin. “Extraordinary.”
“Give Hairy eggs! Give Harry eggs,” Phin chants as he breaks a sweat. It rains onto my heated belly, and I wish I could rub it in like a brand.
His movements are arhythmic pulses of varying force, which drive my body into a frenzy. I’m impaling myself on him as much as he’s pushing. My eyes bug out with the tidal wave of orgasmic bliss that floods my brain. The fifth egg climbs my vagina,rolling at my hyperextended cervix. Phin jabs it into place with a sting of pain.
He stops when my face crumples with the sting.
“We’re done,” he announces.
Leopold brings his tape measure and lays it over my lumpy belly. He holds Phin’s wrist in one hand as the other manipulates the tape over his marks. “That’s five eggs, not six. You aren’t done.”
“Hairy hurts. I won’t give her pain—even if it means dropping an egg,” Phin says, yanking his wrist out of Leopold’s grip.
“This is my experiment, and you aren’t done until I say you’re done!” Leopold’s hands shake with fury as he screams at us. He has the maniacal gleam in his eyes he gets when he thinks someone is spying on him. “Implant it in her, or I’ll kill you, remove the egg, and shove it inside her myself!”
“He’s telling the truth,” I wail. Tears mingle with sweat as I calculate the amount of pain I’m about to feel. I’d rather have more of Phin’s hormone goop and loving sex than Leopold’s surgery. Who knows what else he will do to my body while I’m at his mercy? And Phin, I can’t lose Phin when we just found one another. “Please, Phin—”
“I won’t hurt you,” he says, shaking his head. “You can’t die like theothers.”
“I need you to hurt me. He will hurt me more—”
“I won’t kill you like the others!” Phin roars.
My heart stutters. Others died on this table? Phin’s announcement vacuums the room’s sound, so we sit motionless in a void.
“Did you stand up to Papa for those women—the ones who died trying to take your eggs?” My muted tone resembles a shout in the silent room.
Leopold snatches a scalpel from his instrument table, forces Phin’s head to the side, and holds it to Phin’s neck. His open shirt waves and his nostrils flare with each forced exhale. He didn’t sleep before following me into the swamp, for his outfit is the same as at breakfast this morning. His disheveled state confirms he would kill women with Phin’s eggs. If he slips or if Phin jerks, he may amputate one of Phin’s sensitive tentacles.
No need to ask anything except for the level of Phin’s involvement. Phin has a bead of blood as Leopold’s knife indents his flesh, but was every prior fertilization reduced to violence?
“I never argued before,” Phin whispers. His mouth curves downward in a severe frown that can’t catch the drool at the corners without lips. A barbel wipes his face before he continues. “Papa brought them. They screamed. They hated Phin. I thought making Papa happy was my best chance at love, but when Hairy lives, I’ll have family.”
“Give me family, Phin,” I whisper with loveand courage coursing through my veins. Phin isn’t a rapist or killer. He’s Leopold’s pawn. Whether he’s a simpleton who the scientist took advantage of or just someone starved for human contact who was manipulated doesn’t matter.
“I can’t,” he replies through a torrent of tears. “I’m scared.”
“So am I, but we do hard things. We survive. We parent. We love.”
“We survive. We parent. We love,” Phin repeats. We say the words together in unison. The three sentences become our battle cry as the table marches with Phin’s thrusts. His ass bumps into Leopold, who topples out of my view. I’m happy he’s ousted from our private moment.
No hormone-induced fever. No excitement over novelty or the forbidden. I lock eyes with my chosen male and relax my sore, battered lower half to receive the last egg. I gather determination from his stare as he harvests strength from mine. My hips raise to meet his as our frenzied sex morphs into making love. Our offspring travels from father to mother in a cocoon of love. I hope they feel as cherished later as they are now.
