“Where the mating itself triggers egg formation in the male's body. The eggs develop inside this one, incorporating genetic material from both partners. Then they must transfer to female's womb to complete development.”
This one watches female process this information. Her medical training from her previous life shows in the way she thinks through implications.
“How long have they been developing?”
“Eight days. Since the frenzy occurred.”
“That's why you've been so hot. So feverish.”
“The fever is byproduct of rapid egg maturation. The pressure female felt through this one's skin is the eggs themselves. They have been growing, preparing, waiting.”
“How many?”
“Twelve.”
Female's hand moves to her own belly, flat and empty. “And you need to transfer them to me.”
“Yes. Soon. They are ready now. If this one delays much longer, complications will occur for both eggs and this one's body.”
She is quiet for moment, thinking. This one waits, letting her process. This is not small thing. This is asking female to carry twelve eggs, to become vessel for offspring that will be hybrid of both species.
“What will the transfer be like?” she asks finally.
This one arranges thoughts carefully. Female deserves honest explanation.
“The eggs are inside specialized chamber in this one's lower body. They will pass through the primary breeding tentacle one at a time. Each egg is approximately the size of this.” This one makes circle between thumb and finger, showing pearl-sized dimension.
“They're small.”
“Small but very much alive. Female will feel each one pass through. Feel it enter her womb. Feel it implant.”
“Will it hurt?”
“Not hurt. The opposite.” This one struggles to find words. “The sensation will be intense. Overwhelming. Female's modified body will recognize the eggs as belonging, as right. The pleasure of acceptance will be profound.”
“For me or for you?”
“For both. This one will feel each egg leave. Feel the pressure finally easing. Feel the rightness of placing offspring in female's protection.” This one's tentacles move restlessly, the anticipation already building. “But female's experience will be more intense. Her body will pull the eggs in, welcome them, begin immediately adapting to support their development.”
Female's hand stays on her belly, already imagining what carrying twelve eggs will mean. “How long will I carry them?”
“Unknown. This has not happened in this one's bloodline for many generations. Based on ancestral records, perhaps twenty to thirty days before hatching. But female's human genetics may alter the timeline.”
“And during that time?”
“Female's body will continue changing. The eggs will glow, making female's belly luminescent. They will respond to this one's voice, to touch, to presence. They will grow slowly, taking nutrients from female's modified physiology.”
This one watches her absorb each detail. Sees her mind working through the reality of what this means.
“When do we do this?” she asks.
The words send surge of relief and desire through this one's system. Female agrees. Accepts. Wants this despite the strangeness, the uncertainty, the complete transformation it represents.
“Soon. Today. Tonight.” This one's breeding tentacles pulse involuntarily, responding to female's acceptance. “But female must prepare first. Must eat, rest more, be strong. The transfer will take hours. Perhaps full tide cycle.”
“Hours?”
“Twelve eggs. Each one requires time. This one will not rush the process, will not risk female's comfort or the eggs' safety.” This one pulls her close again, despite the pressure that makes the contact almost painful. “Female fought three battles in three days. Body needs recovery time before accepting this new burden.”
