Page 30 of Seducing Scylla (Mated Myths #1)

Bonus Epilogue

Scylla

“ S o, uh… tell me about these eggs of yours.”

I glance up at Morgan who is stoking the fire pit, avoiding eye contact by keeping her hands busy. I can think of other things that will keep her busy, and her eyes on me.

“They are oval, usually a very creamy colored shell, not unlike the color of your skin. We do get the odd brown one though. When you crack them—”

Morgan cracks up laughing. Her laugh is not a light twinkling sound, it is big, brash, and loud.

And I adore it. Just as I adore her. Her hands wrap around her middle as tears well in her eyes.

They no longer make me worry, my mate informing me they are happy tears.

Humans are very strange creatures indeed .

“Not the eggs from the hens!” She wipes at a tear in her eye, her face flushed from laughing so hard.

“ Your eggs.” My— OH.

I clear my throat. “I am able to produce my own eggs, but they could not be fertilized until I was mated.”

“So, you decide when to create these eggs?”

“Yes.” I cannot think of why she might be asking about my eggs.

“And now that we’re mated, you can decide to create a fertilized egg?” She is being coy, and I feel as if she is up to something.

I frown, still not following. “Yes…” I trail off.

“How would you feel if I asked you to create a fertilized egg?”

It’s barely a whisper, her hands wringing in her lap where she sits in front of the fire.

“What would we do with a fertilized egg?”

She groans. “Must I spell it out for you? I am asking if you want to have a baby. With me.”

Time feels as if it has stopped. Morgan stares at me, awaiting a response.

“You… want to have a baby with me?”

She rolls her eyes. “Yes! If you want to? ”

“I-didn’t… I-don’t—” Her face falls, and I know I have said the wrong thing.

“No! I mean, yes! Of course I want to have a baby with you. I just never thought you would want to have one with me.” My eyes feel like saucers as I stare at her in wonder.

“You want to have a baby with me? Are you sure?”

Tears well in her eyes, as she chuckles. “Yes! I want to have a baby with you.”

I scoop her up in my arms, her squeals pealing through our home.

I plaster playful kisses all over her face and mouth that turn slow and sensual.

She moans into my hair as I nibble down her neck, ever careful of the sharp points of my teeth.

My hands grip her around the waist as my tentacles find a limb and latch onto her.

Melded, we move back to the furs. Something about her wanting to have a child with me makes me feel wild with lust. I can feel the pressure beginning to form inside my abdomen—the beginnings of the egg formation.

By the time I am done with my mate, they will be ready.

“I will try to be gentle.” I ease Morgan onto the furs. She’s on her knees before me and I peel her clothing from her, layer by layer .

“You can do what you like with me.” Anticipation gleams in her eyes.

I admire the curves of her bare body. How did I get so lucky?

I flip her with my tentacles so she is on her hands and knees, head turned against the furs so she can see me from the corner of her eye.

Bracing her legs with two tentacles, another reaches forward to secure her arms behind her back, the motion bringing her plump ass further into the air.

One more twists itself in her hair and her breathing is already erratic, pupils blown, and I have barely even started.

“My perfect pretty mate, with her perfect pretty pussy.” I hum as another tentacle moves between her thighs, finding the apex already slick with desire.

I run the tip through it, teasing at her opening before easing back and circling her clit once more.

Her moan is muffled by the furs, and she wiggles her ass at me in annoyance.

“Patience,” I huff, teasing again at her opening before slipping inside. The feel of her silkiness against my tentacle is pure ecstasy. I bring another tentacle around to suck at her clit, bringing forth a high, keening moan from Morgan .

“I am not done yet, my love.” My seventh tentacle comes up and teases at the tight pucker of her ass, sliding back and forth against it before circling the entrance.

“Yes,” she moans.

Smug that I know the body of my mate so intimately, easily anticipating her wants and needs, I slowly thrust the tentacle inside her pussy, while the others continue to tease at her clit and ass.

I want her pleasure to build slowly, the ache in my abdomen growing with the fullness of the eggs it’s making. I want us to erupt together.

“Scylla, please,” Morgan groans my name, wiggling her pink bottom at me, her sweet nectar running down the inside of her thigh as I plunge in and out of her.

“Anything for you, my mate.” I unleash everything I have on her, the tentacle in her pussy picking up pace as the other breaches the tight hole of her ass.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she mumbles incoherently into the furs beneath her, sweat beading on the small of her back as she writhes beneath me .

“I’m going to come,” she warns before her climax rips through her, her silken walls fluttering around my tentacle while she screams into the furs.

I move my last tentacle beneath me, depositing the handful of orange marble-sized eggs that I have grown and fertilized into the awaiting limb. Slowly, I ease the tentacle out of Morgan’s spent pussy and replace it with the tentacle holding the eggs. Our eggs.

“What are you—Oh!” Morgan’s eyes go wide as I push the eggs inside her.

“That feels… different. Good different,” she reassures, breathless by the time I am finished, and I hold them inside her as I pull her back up onto her knees.

I pull her chin toward me, taking her mouth in a tender kiss.

“Now you have carried our baby.”

She pulls back shocked, tears quickly lining her eyes, before smashing her mouth back on mine, our lips and tongues a tangle of passion.

“Thank you,” she whispers, her forehead resting upon mine once we’ve pulled apart.

“What happens now? ”

“First, I am going to make you come again with my eggs filling you up. Then we will deposit them in the pool so the fertilized one can hatch.”

My tentacle is teasing her clit again as soon as she nods. She faces me, her hands running through my hair and over my skin, caressing the mounds of my breasts. Our mouths move in unison as I strum at her clit while holding the eggs inside her.

“It feels so good.” She’s surprised, moaning softly into my mouth. “We can do this again, right? With the eggs?”

“We can do whatever you want.”

She pants against me, her climax building slower a second time. I add more tentacles to suck and knead her breasts and nipples.

“I’m going to—” Her orgasm takes over and I release my hold on the eggs inside her, slowly slipping my tentacle free. Her body vibrates with tremors, and I embrace her as one by one, each egg leaves her body, drawing her climax out.

“You are perfect.” I brush a kiss on her forehead and scoop up the eggs. Moving toward the pool I use to access the sea, I let the eggs gently fall from my tentacles for them to form a cluster at the edge of the water .

Morgan joins me, reaching out for my hand.

“How long until it hatches?”

“I do not know. We will have to be patient.”

“I love you, you know.” She looks up at me.

“And I, you.”

I return home from my swim early and watch my mate admiringly, my head bobbing just above the surface of the sea as she and our son skip over the rocky platform outside our home.

They look for rock pools so they can watch the tiny creatures inside; a regular excursion for the two of them.

They stop and Morgan bends down, pointing to a critter.

Gaius follows suit but overbalances and topples right over into the water with a splash, not quite having worked out how to use his suckers.

He cries out, waving his chubby little arms in the air for Morgan.

I see her smile, lifting him out of the pool and into her arms, his tentacles wrapping themselves firmly around her biceps and neck so she cannot set him down again.

She places a kiss on his cheek, not minding that he is now dripping water all over her .

I chuckle, swimming closer, and pull myself out of the water.

“What have we here? Did the little prince fall into the water?” I approach my family, pulling them in closely to plant a kiss on each of their foreheads.

It took one full moon cycle for our egg to hatch.

Morgan squealed for me when the once marble-sized egg that had grown to the size of a ball showed signs of hatching; the little one inside wriggling and squirming until the egg punctured and it spilled forth into the sea.

His skin is bluer than mine, and he has a shock of ginger hair and green eyes that neither of us can explain.

“Mama.” Gaius’s chubby little hands reach out for me, and I take him from Morgan, rubbing my nose against his plump cheek.

“Hello, my son. Did you catch a fish for dinner?”

Gaius shakes his head.

“Well then, what are we going to eat? Perhaps we should eat you!”

Gaius’s sweet baby giggles echo around us as I tickle his tummy.

“Motherhood looks so good on you,” I whisper into my mate’s ear, pink staining her cheeks.

And it does. Looking at my little family, I cannot help but think how lucky I am to have found something so rare and precious in this world.

To have my heart grow from the bitterness and be so full of love for these two beings.

After everything Morgan has been through, the love and patience that she has for our little one shows me she ended up exactly where she was meant to be. Here, with us.

The End.