“I am yours,” she sobs. “Breed me! I want you to own me completely. Give me your eggs.”
My jaw falls.
Fuck.
I didn’t see that coming.
“Is that right?” Laz chuckles darkly.
I’m almost impressed at how predatory his face becomes. He transforms fully into his beast. He retains his arms as historso changes to teal to match the suckers and underside of his tentacles.
The facial tentacles kinda creep me out, but Vivie only moans louder.
Her entire body thrashes, and I’m guessing his cock transformed fully too. In full monster form, kraken have five flaps of skin that cover the tip of their crown. Those flaps open to allow their stinger to gain access to a partner’s womb by bypassing the cervix.
The stinger releases a numbing agent to prevent the experience from being painful, but a shiver still runs down my spine.
“Please…” Vivie continues begging, and eventually her words slur as they turn to commands.
Laz’s suckers tease over her breasts, and he smirks, showing off his mouthful of razor-sharp teeth. “I don’t know. How about you just come on my cock instead?”
Her long hair whips from side to side as her head shakes. “Now, Laz! I want you to breed me!”
“As you wish.” His aquamarine eyes flash, and he stretches down, covering her body with his. “Make sure you scream loud enough to turn the crowd green with envy.”
And she does.
The audience gets obnoxiously loud, but I’m still frozen in shock.
What the fuck?
Things go from questionable to downright disastrous as Vivie comes off stage.
Poor Laz slithers along behind her, and his horror is palpable.
“I want him removed from The Den…” Vivie comes to a stop in front of me, completely nude. “I can’t see him right now.” Her head shakes, and her nose turns bright red as her eyes glimmer.
I quirk an eyebrow.
There’s the dramatics she’s so famous for.
“There was consent,” I say, crossing my arms. “You can take it back mid-act, but sweetheart, you can’t change your mind and cry foulonce the scene is over.”
That’s just straight up fucked up.
You can’t consent to something and pull the consent back after the fact for an event that’s already occurred.
I mean, you can deny consent for any future happenings, but…
This is a fucking disaster.
Tears well in her eyes, and I take a step back.
Did I push too hard?
She and I bicker.
It’s what we do.
