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Chapter 38

Lillian

T his is it. The point of no return.

I don’t know if it’s Keto’s influence or pheremones or what, but since I woke up with Erik’s cum still coating my insides, my libido has been off the charts.

Let’s be real, everyday with Erik has been an exercise in restraint just to keep my hands off him, but the tsunami of desire that’s been pummeling me for the past 24 hours is finally reaching a breaking point.

I’m grateful that Erik and I got one last time to make love as ourselves before our bodies started to transform to accommodate this weird mating ritual. There’s an odd, yawning-like sensation happening in my core: like a mix between a stretch and a relaxing, and a little bit like I need to pee.

And with each passing minute, the sensation in my core gets headier and headier. My brain is fuzzy with lust, and that only grew as my body instinctually gathered Keto’s clutch of eggs and kissed them into Erik’s giant sex-organ.

Seriously. Pretty sure that was the hottest blowjob ever.

Phorkys’ commands are a stream-of-consciousness murmuring in the back of my mind as He directs me through each step of the mating process. Gathering the eggs, stimulating Erik’s semen production, filling him with the eggs so he can saturate them with his essence before he deposits them inside me.

I’m in something like a trance as He explains to me the changes that are taking place in Erik’s body, the way his cock is something between a human penis, a hectocotylus, or “breeding arm,” and an ovipositor, or a mating organ specifically modified to deposit eggs into a mate’s body. The lesson weaves in and out with directions of what to do with my body, and the way His voice purrs within my brain is hypnotizing.

It doesn’t matter what He says: how ridiculous or how alien it is. My body understands the meaning and obeys, but my mind simply hears it as sweet-nothings and dominant commands.

My eyes hood, staring at the half-shifted man before me. Memories of our passionate night in the shelter with him half-transformed like this play on a loop underneath the monster’s sexy murmurs, and it only spins my desire into overdrive.

I smile at Erik, my unexpected mate, and widen my kneeling stance before him until my thighs no longer touch. The tentacles that emerge from beneath Erik’s hard torso wrap around me, two grabbing my legs, two encircling my arms, and two more exploring my body with their sinful suction cups. I feel myself being lifted off the sandy ground until I’m suspended, spread eagle and completely vulnerable.

My pussy is practically a waterslide after using my mouth to fill Erik’s cock with the monster’s eggs. Even so, he’s so big . Bigger than any cock or dildo or tentacle I’ve ever taken.

I am beyond questioning it. I can feel the transformation taking place, and it’s leaving my reason and logic behind. In its place, there is only lust and a growing emptiness in my core.

I’m ready to be filled.

The four free tentacles tease my body, circling my nipples and leaving suctioning kisses all along my curves. Their administrations leave no part of my body unexplored save one, stroking me into a tizzy as they lavish attention on every place but the one where I need it most.

Please! I beg, not knowing if it’s a cry to Erik or the monster within.

I could question it: how I’ve become fatefully entangled in a breeding ritual with the Titans. But then I would be distracted from the incredible pleasure tingling through my body. I am outside my mind right now, inhabiting solely in my skin and nerves and core.

Ripples of lust and pleasure course through my body, as if my very skin is a conductor for some octopodal current passing through me. The tentacles coil around me. Suckers attach to my skin and tug, leaving rows and rows of simultaneous hickies covering my entire body. Then three tentacles reach down and suction to my pussy lips.

I buck in my restraints, but my arms and legs are completely restrained in those powerful limbs. The final one slithers down my sternum and flicks at my clit, agonizingly slowly as the three tentacles below it pull at my entrance, stretching my labia tentatively like a rubber band.

Erik’s head meets my body, and I feel his tongue lick a line from my navel to the swell of my mound. He buries his face into the patch of small curls there and laps at my folds between the tentacles tugging them apart, making absolutely sinful noises as he sucks at the juices dripping out of me.

It’s like being ravished by ten lovers at once, between the tentacles holding open my legs, pinning my arms, flicking my clit and spreading me open for my lover. I gasp as Erik withdraws his face and replaces his tongue with four fingers.

He spears me with his hand, and my body accepts him easily, eagerly. He twists his fingers inside me, brushing up against the tentacle arms from inside my inner walls. Between the inner pressure of his movements, and the suction cups pulsing against him with my sensitive folds sandwiched in between, my pleasure is stretched further and further until I’m tight as a bowstring.

I’m close, I’m close!

The tentacle which has been languidly circling and stroking my clit increases its pace, rapidly passing back and forth over the sensitive bud. With each pass, its suction cup pulls at it, coaxing it stiffer with each pass. My breath comes in pants, bubbles forming at the eddies swirling around my gills, the passing current over my collarbone only adding to the heady sensation building inside me.

Eric withdraws his arm, and I whimper at the loss. But when I look down, I see the reason for it.

The tentacles holding me in place are lining me up with his giant, mutated cock. Spreading my pussy wide while wrecking my clit and securing my limbs from fighting it.

Eriks fingers find my ribcage, and he pulls me as flush to his chest as he can without impaling me. His head hovers around my navel, licking and kissing while his fingers grasp at my breasts, squeezing the fleshy globes like he’s claiming them. A zing of pain sizzles down my spine at the strength of his grip: those strong, warrior hands not sparing me from their power.

And part of me loves the monster inside him. The way he can’t hold back or control himself anymore. He doesn’t look to me for permission, he doesn’t meet my gaze with an apology in his eyes.

No. This time, when he tilts his head back and sees me staring back at him, the glowing silver-cyan swirls a challenge. The head of his throbbing cock meets my entrance, nudging into the wide-spread lips until I can feel him covering my whole pussy with it.

The strokes around my clit work to a fever pitch, and I’m coming. The neon fire in his eyes sparks as mine flutter closed, and I’m shaking, bucking, wrenching against his hold.

You are ready for my eggs, mate.

I force my eyes open, and see that lusty cyan gleam in my Viking’s eyes: the hungry fire of the Titan’s primal need to breed me shining through my lover’s human face. At once, he is both monster and man: his torso, arms, and face that of the beautiful human I’d come to love, his lower half a chaotic swirl of tentacles, tendrils, and one massive, terrifying, egg-laden cock.

It notches into my entrance, my pussy slick and primed from my release. We both look down at the physical impossibility before us.

And then he starts to move.

I thought the tentacles had stretched me to my breaking point, but I’m proven wrong as the hard, relentless head forces me to open even wider. The suckers pull and suck me open, and I open my throat around a wordless scream as a tingling heat rushes to my pussy. Every inkling of pain is soon consumed by a river of heat as my body thrums with adrenaline.

I’m still coming, still shuddering around the tip of him, and each spasm opens me a little more as the smooth muscle walls unclench.

Millimeter by millimeter, he pushes further, wrenching me apart at the hips, the Titan’s magic working overtime to retroactively repair my human body as it splits around him.

I writhe in Erik’s hold, riding my hips forward and back against the writhing and probing of the monster cock. It isn’t until the tip of a tentacle traces the cleft of my ass that I realize his head is fully seated in my channel. There are no tentacles sucking my lips apart.

Instead, two suction to my breasts. The third still tortures my clit, keeping me on the edge of some forbidden pleasure I’ve yet to even fathom, while the fourth teases and pulses against my other hole.

No. There’s no way my body could stand it. With my pussy stretched so far beyond its capacity…

The tentacle withdraws, and I look down to see it swirling around the lip of foreskin circling the ovipositor. It gathers a dripping mass of precum, scooping a generous glob on its end before retreating behind me once more.

Thick and slimy enough to keep its viscosity even underwater, I feel its warm slickness slide between my cheeks, lubricating my back hole as the tentacle circles the tight pucker.

And then my entire body is pulled down over his entire length.

In a smooth glide that should be impossible, I feel his giant cock fill me past my limit in one long stroke. My stomach visibly bloats with his girth, and I swear I can feel every egg inside him as the straining organ pushes into my inner walls. My whole body bears down on him, and as he strikes my innermost point, the tentacle between my ass cheeks pushes inside.

Heat rises and expands from my center, rumbling higher and higher up my belly like an approaching peal of thunder. He withdraws until he almost leaves my channel completely, before spearing into me again, faster this time, and I cry out, water filling my mouth, my lungs, heating and expanding until I feel like I’m not fully real.

An entirely alien voice builds inside my chest, moaning and whimpering as my holes are mercilessly stretched and pounded.

I didn’t know how many tentacles are filling me anymore, but as my mouth opens on another cry I feel one slide past my lips and swirl around my tongue. I suck greedily, every cell in my body striving toward one singular purpose:

Open wide.

Stars erupt behind my eyes as the pleasure builds to its peak, and I fall apart in Erik’s hold, shaking uncontrollably as the tentacles withdraw from me almost completely, until only one thing is filling me up.

Now!

One, two, three thrusts up inside my pussy, until he is seated to the hilt and my belly bulges with the force. I feel it when the final gate opens and his tip kisses the entrance to my womb.

It doesn’t hurt. My body is beyond pain, above pain now. Each stretch is just another extension of the Titans’ curse, of Keto’s magic, of Lust itself, as my body floods with heat and pleasure.

Erik cries out, his voice saturating my mind and ears. I feel his cock undulate from within, knots of eggs rising from its base up to the tip, building and swelling and bulging until at last, they spill inside me, exploding with a force that has me and Erik spasming around one another.

My orgasm is about to split me in two. My body grows, expanding and stretching, spiraling higher and higher.

The alien voice cries from my throat again. I can’t fathom what gibberish I utter as my entire awareness is consumed by the bruising stretch of Keto’s brood. They were wrong, I think, as my brain threatens to split from my body completely. I can’t handle this much pleasure.

My mind breaks. Screaming, shouting, pulsing—all of it melds together in an orgasm that literally shatters time and space. I am split upon the colossus of monster and man, I am a vessel and a sacrifice, and I am consumed by ecstasy.

When I come down, Erik is still inside me, a final, bulging knot of eggs keeping our bodies locked together. His whole body trembles, including the tentacles holding me captive. With my last remaining strength, I crunch my abs to pull myself upright.

He lets me, and the tentacles fall away so I can collapse over his shoulders, my swollen belly cradled in our embrace. He shudders, and his monstrous limbs shrink back, exposing his heavy balls and still swollen base of his cock aching for that final release.

An aftershock zips through my body, and it’s enough to send him over the edge. The knot within him pushes up my channel, as deep as it can go, followed by a stream of cum that stretches me to my very limit.

My womb is full. Our bodies heat. The afterglow of our climaxes grow hot, and I feel magic swirling inside me. Emotions, too big to be human, flood my consciousness as another orgasm overtakes me, making me blackout as two Titans call out to each other in complete bliss:

Phorkys!

Keto!

I float, adrift in a sea of black, impregnated with the Titans’ brood.