“How?”
“Breeding is about pleasure, about connection, about claiming and being claimed.” His thumbs stroke my cheekbones. “This is about creation. About trust. About female accepting the most vulnerable parts of this one's biology and protecting them within her own body.”
The weight of that settles over me. He's right. This isn't about his pleasure or mine. It's about him giving me the eggs he's carried for eight days, and me accepting the responsibility of carrying them forward.
“I'm ready,” I tell him.
“This one knows. Can feel it in female's chemistry. Her body already prepares, already wants this.” His tentacles begin spreading around us, creating a living nest within the nest. “Butthis one must say it clearly. Once the eggs transfer, they are female's to protect. This one cannot take them back. Female carries them until hatching, no matter what.”
“I understand.”
“Even if rivals come again. Even if danger threatens. The eggs must be protected above all else.”
“Aylth.” I cup his face, making him meet my eyes. “I defended you while you were unconscious. I'll defend our children with even more ferocity. They're safe with me.”
His pupils dilate, and I see relief mixed with overwhelming love. “This one knows. This one trusts.”
He positions himself between my legs, but slowly, carefully. Not the desperate urgency of breeding or the controlled passion of lovemaking. This is ceremonial. Intentional. Every movement deliberate.
Both his breeding tentacles extend. The primary is larger than usual, ridges more pronounced. But it's the secondary that makes my breath catch. It's already glistening with secretions, already moving with purpose toward my clit.
“The secondary will ensure female's body stays receptive,” Aylth explains. “Will provide stimulation throughout the transfer. Female will need continuous pleasure to accept all twelve eggs properly.”
Before I can respond, the secondary tentacle finds my clit.
The sensation is immediate and devastating. The suckers attach in that perfect pattern I've learned to crave, creating suction from every angle. But this time the secretion is different. Stronger. Whatever chemical he's releasing makes my clit swell instantly, become so sensitive that even the water moving past it makes me gasp.
“Oh god,” I manage.
“This one will not stop,” Aylth warns. “From now until the last egg transfers, female will be stimulated constantly. Her body must stay open, eager, ready.”
The primary tentacle enters me while the secondary works my clit. The combination makes my back arch off the nest. He's so thick, a perfect, stretching fullness, and when he locks inside me the base swells larger than ever before.
The secondary tentacle pulses, and I cum immediately.
The orgasm crashes over me without warning, without buildup, just a detonation that began at my core and radiates through every nerve. My inner walls clench around his primary tentacle, trying to pull him deeper, and I hear myself making sounds that don't quite qualify as words.
“Good,” Aylth breathes. “Female's body opens beautifully. Ready for the first egg now.”
Through the haze of pleasure, I feel it. Something moving through his tentacle. Traveling from deep within his body, through that thick length locked inside me.
The egg reaches the tip, and the sensation of it entering me combines with another pulse from the secondary tentacle.
I'm still cumming from the first orgasm when the second one hits.
The egg is warm, alive, and my body recognizes it instantly. Every cell in my womb seems to wake up at once, reaching for it, welcoming it. The sensation is overwhelming. Not just pleasure but rightness, purpose, a deep primal satisfaction that my modified biology was made for exactly this.
The egg travels up through my channel while the secondary tentacle never stops its devastating work. My cervix opens eagerly, and when the egg passes through into my womb, I scream.
“Yes,” Aylth says, and his voice is already losing that formal control. “Female accepts perfectly. Glows already.”
I can feel the egg settling inside me, and I can feel myself still climaxing, the pleasure now coming in waves that match the pulsing of my clit under his relentless stimulation. When I look down, my belly shows a faint glow.
“More,” I gasp. “Please, I need more.”
The second egg begins its journey before I've recovered from the first orgasm. The combination of the egg's movement through me and the constant stimulation on my clit creates a pleasure so intense I can barely breathe. When it settles beside the first egg, I'm shaking.
“Two,” Aylth says, but his voice is strained now. “Female's pleasure echoes through this one. Can feel how she climaxes.”
