“It doesn’t matter if he’s returned to land or not, he sees us now. My best advice is to stay where you are and state your business. He’s got quite a temper and doesn’t suffer fools.” While I give my final warning, I rush to the raft’s edge to lift the mooring ropes off their tree branch. His bloodshot eyes follow my movement as he chews his thoughts…or food particles found in his beard. We stare at one another like two cats facing off.
“No reason to fly away, little birdy,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Stay where you are,” I scold, grunting as I dislodge the anchor line from the rocky riverbed. After a few tugs, it gives—no doubt helped along by Phin beneath the raft. Why isn’t he closer to the man? He must be between the raft and the man when I jump in, or the hatchlings will be defenseless!
The current swiftly carries the raft to the middle of the river, where an eddy slowly spins us sideways.We move in circles instead of downriver! My attention is divided between the swiftly turning current and the man advancing on the raft. If I had my steering pole, I could push off the bottom and maneuver around the miniature whirlpool. My hair swings as I swivel my head back and forth to keep both dangers in view.
Do I retrieve my pole from the shelter’s roof, stay where I can keep an eye on the stranger, or jump into the water to alert Phin?
“Or what, little birdy,” he says, shuffling faster with more stable footing than I thought his addled brain could muster. The water is up to his knees in a blink of an eye. He stoops and pushes off the bottom to glide toward me. “Why would you run off if your husband is meeting you here? There’s no husband ain’thr. We both know it—”
“There is so, and he doesn’t like you bothering us. Go sleep off your drink and leave us be!” My tone is mousier than I’d like, but my final warning is clear.
He plants his meaty paw on the raft, rocking it severely. He boosts his top half over the side, blasting me with the stink of alcohol and unwashed human. I kick at his shoulder to push him away peacefully, but he grabs my ankle. We fall into the water, but I don’t hit the bottom.
I bounce off Phin’s forearms and roll back ontothe raft in a singular motion. Spitting water as I catch my breath, I crawl to the far side of the shelter to retrieve my steering pole. Phin will take care of the drunk. I must release our watercraft from the eddy spinning us and leave the scene. Who knows if the man was alone or if a group would search this area for him?
I poke between stacks of rocks at the center of the mini-whirlpool.Please don’t let me stab Phin accidentally!I must have faith that he predicts my escape and knows to dodge pole jabs at the southern edge of the raft. Pushing left and then right, I wiggle the raft free of the current. Its agonizingly slow descent toward the Mississippi River delta drains the adrenaline from my veins. I collapse in a heap and thank the newly emerging stars we survived another encounter. While they aren’t frequent, I don’t think I will ever get used to hiding my family from every human who exists.
“He won’t bother us again,” Phin whispers as he rolls beside me onto the raft.
“You didn’t have to…”
“No,” he chuckles, “he’s on the banks.”
I peek around the shelter to where we previously moored the raft. The drunken man pounds his fist into the mud, spraying muck over the back of him. He lost a boot in the scuffle. The greying sock dangles from his foot as he toes his weight up the banks. He yells obscenities about sabotaging reedsand frigid women.
“I’m grateful he blames the plants for holding him under while you escaped instead of a monster—"
“Well, mistaking your tentacles for reeds is an easy mistake,” I say with a coy smile. Something about the way Phin defends us without causing unnecessary harm is very attractive. I run a proprietary finger over his chest muscles, down his abs, and to his flaccid cocks.
“What is it, Mrs. Phineas Guett? Do you reach for me because you miss the reeds?”
“I reach for my husband’s tentacles so they taste my desire to ride his cocks.” His tentacles and barbels swarm my body and fight the clothes sticking to me. I unclasp my dress before he tears it open again. No way am I cooling my ardor because we must search the riverbed for lost buttons.
“How indecent!”
Phin’s growl cuts off my giggles as he rolls on top of me. He crushes my lips against his mouth as he probes my nether lips with his tentacles. I wrap my legs around his waist to give him access to my sopping entrance. My hips lift and jerk as he works inside my holes.
“Oh, I—” Tingles start on my mound where his smaller cock drips green pre-fluid onto me. My eyes cross with need as I reach between us to pump more ofthe intensifying liquid where I need him. His larger ovipositor rubs beside my clit to lift my passions higher. It’s assisted by a tentacle that alternates between dipping inside me with two others and sucking random places on my cunt.
He lowers his head to my open blouse to tease my nipples with his barbels. They stiffen to peaks in anticipation of his hot mouth. The pressure of his weight increases as he braces himself on his elbows. With his hands free, he wastes no time cupping and kneading my breasts. I love the confinement of my body between the raft and his heavy body. It reminds me just how big and strong my chosen male is compared to me. I’m not a petite lady and always felt like a giant among humans, but Phin makes me feel like a tiny treasure.
“No eggs yet,” he says between pants. He shuttles himself through my fist, coating both of us in his fluid. “My body may sense we aren’t settled yet and doesn’t wish to give us more hatchlings until we find a home. This summer, my love—"
I reach between us to smear some of his green ejaculate onto my fingers. We eye it like co-conspirators before I suck my digits clean. His lips curl into a naughty smile that makes my heart stutter.
“It’s not about more hatchlings. I want to love you,” I whisper, gazing deeply into his eyes. “You must know my body is overwrought with desire for you. I’m ablaze with the burning from your lubricant.I need you now.”
“That, my love, I can do,” he says, kissing my eyes, nose, and cheeks before claiming my mouth.
He lifts his head to give me one more wicked grin.
Using two arms and two wide tentacles, he flips me onto my belly. He laughs at the little yip of surprise that escapes me. Another tentacle snakes under me to lift me onto my hands and knees. The rough sticks under my legs contrast with the smoothness of Phin’s tentacles roaming my body. I arch my back to communicate my need and receive two exploratory fingers along my slit. The burn spreads. He’s lubricating me…everywhere.
“Not kidding, Phin,” I pant. “Take me now!”
I’m rewarded with his massive oviscape rammed inside me. He’s seated to the hilt. We share a moan of relief, echoed by the river birds who watch us. Each ring on his giant cock scrapes the sensitive tissues within me, making my eyes cross in pleasure. I’m stuffed full—eggs or no eggs.
