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A tentacle.

This one wasn't like the others.

It had no suckers. It was long, thin and pink. It flared at the end, with an opening that drizzled fluid onto the sheets.

My pulse ratcheted as the tentacle dropped to my center and suctioned itself to my clit. It sucked, so hard I wondered if it was trying to tear it off.

I squirmed against Noah. It was like trying to fight a brick wall. He held me fast against his hard and beastly physique. I was helpless to do nothing but shiver through yet another orgasm.

As the pleasure ebbed, and every nerve was left overstimulated and tingling, the tentacle peeled from my swollen clit and slithered inside my pussy.

It pushed in, deliberately slow. It seemed to enjoy the way it overloaded my senses until I was a flushed, throbbing, dripping mess.

Pain and pleasure sang through my veins.

Then, my stomach clenched when my attention snagged on the tentacle connecting his body to mine. A bulge was pushing through the organ, and the creature's muscles tightened as its many voices in my head chanted louder than ever.

It was like I'd been shoved into a pervy B-rated creature feature, and I was playing the part of the virginal sacrifice to the ancient sea beast.

His grip tightened, making me whine in pain. “Noah, it hurts. Please. Oh, fuck—”

With a sickening plop, something almost jelly-like spurted inside and rested heavy against my cervix.

A shudder rattled through me. Did it just... Did Noah just lay an egg inside me?

Chapter Twelve

Noah

What. In. The. Fuck.

I’d laid eggs inside my first mate.

Even as she begged me to stop, repeating the safe word mentally, knowing there was a part of me that could hear, I couldn’t make myself stop.

The mask was on a mission to frighten, feast, and implant. The bulge traveling through the tentacle that had replaced my own cock was no doubt an egg. It lodged inside her, making her heat and groan. It was large enough to create the slightest bulge in her lower belly.

Seeing the slightest protrusion there—as if she were in the early stages of pregnancy—had something feral clawing at my insides.

We’re not done.

There were still more eggs to go.

I found myself burning with the imperative to spawn an ancient race. By capturing a compatible incubator, frightening it to submission, feasting upon its flesh, and implanting Cthulhu's egg.

There’s a part of her that wants it.

It was shitty to make excuses. She’d used her safe word. She was scared. Even if there was a part of her that wanted me to breed her monster-cock hungry cunt. There was a part of her that didn’t, and that was enough for me to stop.

I couldn’t.

There was no fending off the overwhelming need to do as the voices said.

Implant.

“N-Noa—” Her voice was rife with ragged desperation as I forced a second egg inside her, and I found myself not knowing if she was begging for another or desperate for me to stop.

I had a feeling there was a war waging inside her too.