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Chapter 37

Erik

I t is time.

Phorkys speaks, and his deep voice rouses us from our floating slumber. My body shivers–but I hold off the transformation so I can squeeze Lillian close as a human one last time.

This will require a change from both of us. Holding her like this, feeling her soft hair graze my cheek as I rest my face against her temple: it grounds me.

You are mine, my treasure. I love you.

She squeezes me in return. I love you too, Erik.

I hold her for a second more before the transformation begins. I push away from her as I feel the familiar tingling take hold, enveloping my legs and spreading up to my waist as my lower half splits and stretches into ten writhing limbs. Although this time, two of them are different.

At their ends, there is a flared bell-like tip. From within its open chamber, a sticky white goo beads at the inner core.

Phorkys stirs within me, and for the first time I feel it when He rises to my face, my eyes burning a neon glow that shines in Lillian’s face. I can see the cyan highlights in her assessing gaze.

Mate.

His voice is a growl, a purr. Immediately, her pupils dilate. Our tentacles swirl around her body, and she reaches for one, twisting it delicately between her fingers as she takes in my hybrid form.

Erik? Are you still in there?

Yes, my love.

I pull her closer with my monstrous arms, and Phorkys growls again.

The impregnation will require another transformation from you.

Me? I ask, surprised at the intention behind his words. Lillian blinks and tilts her head at me.

Lillian has proven that she can accept quite a sizable probe.

My treasure blushes a bright red, and I taste the tang of her juices inundate the water around my tentacles. She is aroused, and her vision is distant, as if she is picturing lewd acts inside her mind while Phorkys whispers to us.

You have to fill her with our eggs. It will require a larger member than you possess.

Instantly, a blazing fire fills my belly. I bow forward, and Lillian clutches at my human arms, eyes widening in fear.

What is going on?

The two odd tentacles are twisting together unnaturally, pivoting themselves to the front of my body and dissolving unnaturally into the gel-like skin beneath. They meld together, until they resemble a human cock.

But this is no human cock.

It juts from below my waist, proud and hard and giant. Just its existence causes me discomfort, my head light and woozy from the blood rushing to fill its girth. Its base is wide like the eight tentacles around it, but its taper is slight. Its tip, which bobs achingly close to my chest, is rounded, peeking through a sleeve of reddish-purple skin.

This member is somehow neither the monster or me, but a mix of us both. Beneath its base, surrounded by the swirling tentacles that spread from my waist, I feel my sac hanging heavy and full with seed.

Lillian rushes over to me, and her arms wrap around my body, the shape of which I am too dizzy to discern. Am I still man? Monster? How do I appear to her, and how much of my body is within my control at all?

Slowly, I tilt my head to meet my mate’s eyes, and find her deep blue gaze waiting for me. Her eyebrows rise in surprise as my member twitches between us. Recognition fills her features, and her lips thin into a resolute line.

I can see that the new appendage is terrifying. As thick around as my human legs, and half as long, I shudder in horror at the thought of this giant… thing entering my mate.

My Lillian. My treasure.

You will use this to deposit the eggs within her.

It is impossible, I argue, but her eyes are already hooding with lust, and I can see the acceptance of her fate fueling the fire of her lust.

Her body is already changing in preparation. Keto has blessed her for this task. She will feel no pain…in this phase.

I cover my face with my hands. My head is light, my vision blurry in the way it only gets when my monstrous senses wrest my human reasoning from me. I try to breathe through the pulsing in my lower body, try to steal back control, but Phorkys’ grip on my body is unrelenting.

I don’t want to acknowledge the desire burning like an ember deep in my belly. The cursed lust that longs to see my mate take this giant cock as easily as she let me spear her hours ago.

I feel soft fingers grasp around my wrists, and slowly, Lillian pulls my hands away from my face. The monster’s tentacles wrap around us, creating a bubble in which only she and I exist.

Erik. She grasps the sides of my face and forces me to meet her eyes.

I swallow at the lust I see there.

I agreed to this. You agreed to this. It’s time. Fill me with Their eggs.

She lowers one hand down below my waist and strokes my terrifying length, brushing its shaft with her palm and fingers.

Lust and desire like I’ve never felt before overwhelm me, and more blood rushes like a river from my head to my cock. Impossibly, it hardens more, taught as the leather skin of a drum, and milky white fluid leaks from its bulbous head.

Insert the eggs, Lillian.

Black spots erupt into my vision as my head spins with lust, and the creature’s senses overwhelm me. I scent my mate as she swims about my body, the waves of the movement building a picture in my mind of the cave around me.

I am seeing with sound. Feeling through taste. And then my love is kneeling before me once again.

My tentacles stroke her body as she drags me down to the soft lake bed, entangling with her legs as her breasts brush against my throbbing member. I blink, and her face swims before me, shadows swirling in her eyes as her whole body flushes pink with desire.

I can taste the arousal between her legs as her thighs part around my waist. And something else… something salty. Something foreign that I cannot place…

I groan as my cock grows even harder, because my vision fails me at last. It must be, for the images that play before my eyes are disconnected from my body.

One by one, tentacles rise and fall about our bodies, cupping and scooping the opalescent marble-like eggs of Keto’s brood with their suckers and feeding them between Lillian’s lips. Her mouth pouts sensually, and her pink tongue stretches to lick the delicate balls into her mouth. She lets me feed her, more and more, until her cheeks bulge with them.

The ember in my belly flares as she resumes stroking my cock with both hands, running her soft fingers up and down its length and surrounding it in her grip. I almost jerk out of her hold when I feel her pillowy lips kiss its throbbing tip.

My eyes roll back into my head, and I can see no more. I only feel her press something smooth against the opening of my cock, and, unbelievably—impossibly—push it inside of me.

Suddenly, it is like the rising desire within me expands against the constraints of my body, as if I were a bottle of ale that someone has shaken. Pleasure pushes against my skin from inside, spiraling and pulsing more and more densely with every smooth press of her mouth to my cock.

Again and again, she rubs her hands up and down my shaft, the sleeve of skin pumping with her movements. She swirls her lips and tongue around my head before pressing another ball against its tip and pushing it inside, increasing the pressure. For an eternity, she pumps and licks and pushes, until I feel like I am about to burst.

My senses swirl and mix, my body not my own, anchored only by the unnatural fullness that is stretching my body to its capacity, filling to its utmost?—

And that’s the last egg.

My eyes burst open in time to see her push the final ball– no, egg –inside the tip of my transfigured cock with her devilish tongue, before licking a line from the flare of the head down to its base. Milky fluid leaks from the strained opening, gathering in a stream around the foreskin and slickening the glide between it and the throbbing organ within.

My dizzy human brain is not prepared for the information my eyes are giving it. My hips jerk forward, and I almost spill my seed and all the eggs right then and there, until the squid-like tendrils of my lower half wrap tightly around the base of my cock, choking its connection to my sack and stifling the eruption. An aching, lusty numbness spreads within me, until the buzzing pleasure is just shy of unbearable.

I breathe deeply, feeling the water rush up my chest in a cooling current to my gills. Lillian smiles at me, and we both hear the voice of the monster announce:

Lillian, spread your legs.