“One,” Aylth says calmly. “Female needs many more.”
Before the aftershocks fade, he builds me again. The tentacle on my clit maintains perfect suction while another teases my entrance. Not entering, just circling, gathering the wetness that pours from me.
“Please, inside,” I beg.
“Since female asks nicely.”
The tentacle pushes in slowly, letting me feel every ridge, every sucker as it enters. It's exactly right. The perfect size, temperature, texture. My body recognizes it, welcomes it, pulls it deeper. When the suckers activate against my inner walls, I cum again immediately.
“Two.”
He doesn't let me recover. He added a second tentacle, and the combined rhythm became a devastating counter-assault that targeted different nerves with every pulse. They moved in opposition, and my thoughts fractured and dissolved.
The third orgasm builds from my toes up, spreading like heat through my limbs. When it crests, I actually sob. My body releases so much fluid that it soaked the moss beneath me, making the bioluminescence flare brighter.
“Three. Female can take more.”
“Can't,” I protest weakly.
“Can. Will.” A third tentacle traced the curve of my ass; its secretions woke a different set of nerves entirely. “This one knows female's limits. Nowhere near them.”
He's right. The next orgasm proves it. Then the next. I lose count after seven, each one pulled from deeper places. His tentacles worked with an organic intuition that felt both calculated and alive, calibrated perfectly to my modified body'sdesperate needs. His hands never stop moving either, stroking my hair, my throat, my breasts. Grounding me while destroying me.
When he finally stops, I'm boneless. Conscious but barely. The frantic desperation had melted away, leaving a profound, hollow need in its place.
“Better?” he asks, gathering me against his chest.
“Yes. Thank you.”
“Female's body still calls for breeding.”
“I know.”
“This one could provide it. Could fill female with breeding tentacles. Lock inside. Pump her full of seed until her belly swells.” His hand rests on my stomach, and I feel it clench at his words.
“Why don't you?”
“Because female hasn't earned it yet. Trust must rebuild. Three days.”
I want to protest but I understand. I ran. I broke the trust we were building. This is consequence.
“Reef said others will come.”
“Yes. Tomorrow probably. Young fools gather courage in groups.” His tentacles tighten around me possessively. “This one will handle them.”
“You'll fight?”
“If necessary. This one has fought for less than female.” His hand tilts my chin up. “Female regrets running?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Regret teaches better than pain.”
We stay in the cave as night falls. He doesn't release me, tentacles keeping me wrapped against him. The withdrawal is gone for now, but I know it will return. Without his breeding, without that final claiming, my body will always crave more.
“Three days,” I murmur against his chest.
“Three days,” he confirms. “If female is good.”
