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Chapter 35

Erik

T he softness that was swirling in Lillian’s eyes is replaced with a blazing fire. I lick my impossibly dry lips as I feel a gush of wetness slick between her folds, as she wraps her legs around my torso. A sharp tug yanks inside me, drawing me closer to her.

I lower my head to center myself, only to find myself staring at her breasts. They heave as she breathes in deep, sending a current rising along her collarbone as the water rushes through her gills.

What will it feel like? To be filled with your eggs?

Her thoughts project wonder as she leans in closer, her nipples brushing against my chest.

I hold back my hips as the tugging sensation returns low in my stomach. I remember bedding her in this form, the intensity of it unlike anything I have ever felt before.

I want to buck into her, wrap my tentacles around her body, feel the soft skin of her breasts press into me.

And then, suddenly, I am once again not entirely myself. Phorkys rises within me, sharing my body, meeting her gaze, and it answers her.

I will deliver you both pleasure unlike you’ve ever experienced.

His low voice ripples through our spines, and both Lillian’s and my body flush at the vibrations.

Erik will fill you with his seed, and together we will open you to receive Our young. Your inner gate will open to our administrations, and your womb will grow with Keto’s eggs. You will be transformed, magnificent, god-like, as Our brood grows within you.

The tentacles climb and suckle up her legs, leaving red marks in their wake as they leapfrog up her body.

Lust overwhelms me, and a flush rises in her cheeks. This is a fetish of Phorkys, I realize, to see his mate expand with eggs, but one that He has never experienced with Keto.

His lust transfers to me, filling our shared body with heat. We reach to fondle her between her legs, up the cleft of her ass.

I remember the feel of her asshole, circling me and my tentacles tight, as she writhed in pleasure.

Our eyes meet.

She clearly remembers it too.

Her pulse flickers at her neck and her gills flutter faster as her heart rate increases. I too, find myself breathing harder in her presence, my cock growing even harder, pressing insistently against her folds.

You will expand to fit them all, and they will incubate. For one cycle of the moon, you will continue to grow. Erik and I will feed you, nourish you, and pleasure you at your command.

Until, at last, you will deliver our young.

As eggs? She asks. Or…?

I feel the transformation overtake me, as the monster fully consumes my body.

Lillian jumps and floats back, her eyes widening, her mouth opening in a perfect O as she takes in the form of the fully transformed monster once again.

They will be born as I float before you. Some will resemble me. Others, Keto. And many others yet in forms you cannot imagine. They will not be as large, but they will have hatched by then.

You will birth a full clutch of our young, and then you will be free to live as you choose.

Her pulse jumps again, and she searches Phorkys’s giant, bulbous eyes.

Me and Erik?

Yes.

The monster retreats, and I feel my body return to my own, fully human once more.

I gauge her reaction.

She has never shown any sign of full transformation with her curse. Only the gills at her neck and the slightest webbing between her fingers and toes indicate any deviation from her humanity. Will she truly be able to endure such a pregnancy?

She is so beautiful, her skin glowing a creamy peach in the dim luminescence of the cave, with only her eyes giving any indication to the curse lying beneath her skin. They glow a bright purple now, instead of the reassuring navy they usually hold. I can scent her lust on the water.

She swims up to me, caressing her fingers up and down my torso. My hips jerk again, as memories of her supple body beneath mine, beneath the monster’s, flash once more behind my eyes. His words still ring inside my ears: the human will fill you with his seed …

I want to feel my human cock inside her, want to fill her with my young, watch her expand with my child. I fear for her, what this transaction might do to her.

And yet…

No woman has occupied my fantasies for hundreds of years. Living with Phorkys, it has distorted what I desire. Seeing my tentacles penetrate Lillian’s puckered red hole, feeling my arms coil and twist inside her as I wrench climax after crying climax from her pliant body…

No completely human woman could understand my perversions after this curse. Not one.

I need a monster now. A monster like me.

The hope she lights inside me, that in one month’s time I will be free of this curse and rewarded with my perfect mate, burns as hot as the lust she ignites in my veins. I do not just want her. I need her. She is my only chance at someday living a normal human life. Or, as normal a life as I can have, as separated by time and isolation as I have been.

She speaks inside my mind, directly to Phorkys. And in her words, I feel the final, sealing oath.

I accept. I will incubate your eggs, and I will bear your young. Tiffany and Dean and Erik and I will walk free after a month’s time, and in those weeks…

Her eyes shift back to the deepest blue I’ve ever seen. Even in the heart of the lake, they hold more life and mystery than any I will ever know. Our gazes meet, and the love we share in that connecting thread is palpable.

You will give me the most amazing fucking orgasms I’ve ever had.

She stares directly into my eyes as she completes her vow. Two intense desires swirl within me, so strong and all-consuming that I cannot separate which is the monster’s and which is my own.

Time to give the woman what she wants, Erik.