She grabbed another dress and put a softly padded bra over her infant-related injury. That kid had a lot of suction.
She made a smoothie and read a book on making the most of small spaces and another on aquaculture, and then, it was six forty-five.
She started watching her front porch, and then, his silhouette arrived backlit by the setting sun.
Mara rubbed her sweaty palms down the front of her dress, and she stepped out onto her porch and walked down to greet her date.
Her knees nearly gave way when he came into view away from his silhouette. “Oh, good god.”
He wasn’t in uniform, and her mouth was watering. His t-shirt was obscenely snug, a lovely blue and matched the dark of his jeans. The confusing bulge in the denim was intriguing.
He was wearing sneakers, which made her smile and distracted her from the hotness that was the rest of him.
“Oh... you look different out of uniform.” She bit her lip and kept staring.
“I brought a picnic. Let’s go for a walk.”
She laughed and took the hand he held out. They had been walking for ten minutes when she noticed that the path they were on went down. “Where are we going? None of the paths go down.”
“Indulge me. I know a few pathways that aren’t marked.”
Mara chuckled and walked with him until they rounded an outcropping and stood on a beach with nothing but water between them and the sunset.
Tyron flipped out a blanket and settled it on the sand. He helped her sit and then kicked off his shoes before joining her. She removed her sandals and scooted herself into position, sitting on her knees and staring at the water.
“You are still getting over your fear?”
“Yeah. Being this close is good and bad, so thanks for this.”
She looked at him, and he had laid out all her favourites. “Whoa. How did you get all of that stuff?”
“I would like to say psychic powers, but I asked the kitchen.” He chuckled. “It is an interesting mix.”
She chuckled and looked down at the tacos, pulled pork, penne alfredo, strawberry shortcake, and small green salad.
“I chose to skip the grilled chicken sandwich and nuggets.” He smiled.
“This is a great spread. Any utensils?”
He grinned. “No.”
He held out a bottle and a napkin, and she washed her hands. He did the same and put them aside.
She went straight for the tacos and held her hand under her chin as she bit through the shell. When she finished it, she licked the meat, cheese, lettuce, and sauce off her hand.
She grabbed a second, and he matched her, doing a much better job of eating than she was.
Things went smoothly until the penne, and then, the slippery little suckers eluded her.
She said, “I am going to pick up the container.”
He laughed, “I will help. Open your mouth.”
He picked up a few pieces, and he held them up to her mouth. She opened for him, and he fed her slowly. He made her lean in several directions as he fed her until she was straddling him, and a noodle dropped into her cleavage. He chuckled. “I’ll get it.”
He hooked a finger in the neckline of her dress and pulled it down. When he exposed the noodle in her cleavage, he pressed his lips to it and made it disappear. She was only a little nervous until he cleaned up after himself. The slow stroke of his tongue was devastating.
He looked up after his tongue had skated around her cleavage, and he smiled. “What? You didn’t think I wasn’t going to try.”
Mara exhaled. “I didn’t think about it that much.”
He set the food down and pulled her more firmly against him. “I must not have made a good impression on you.”
She blushed as she was pressed against something very impressive. She jumped. “Did that just move?”
He looked at her innocently. “You must have been imagining things. Must have been the seam on the jeans.”
“Uh-huh. Why don’t I believe that?” There was a slow movement against her again. She looked at him with a raised brow, and he gave her an innocent smile. “The anomaly seems to be taking up most of the front of the denim. Minimal seams involved.”
He shrugged. “You are trying to smother it, so you should be fine.”
“I am not trying...”
She tightened her lips and leaned over to get one of the shortcakes. Her breasts flattened against his chest as she lunged, and she didn’t try to keep herself away from his crotch. She used it as a pivot point.
He laughed when she settled again with her dessert on her palm, and she started dragging her tongue through the whipped cream.
He bent his head and took a bite.
“Hey. That’s mine.”
He mumbled, “I will share with you.”
She quickly took a bite, and then, her whole body squirmed slightly. She loved strawberries.
His bright gaze watched her as she took another bite, and then, he finished the small item with a bite followed by long licks of his tongue. He gave her the husky instruction, “Now get the other one.”
She leaned forward the same way and reached past him, captured the dessert, and sat up again.
Mara licked delicately on her side, but he bit into his side, and she couldn’t help but think of foreshadowing. He took what was his.
The dessert was demolished in under a minute, and she licked her hand before he took her palm in his and licked it until there was no trace of cream on her hand. She had soaked the front of his jeans.
Mara looked at him and looked around. “Um, we ate it all.”
The moon was a fat crescent above them. The stars were additional light, and the waves reflected them both. “This is beautiful.”
He murmured and kissed her neck. “Yes, it is.”
“Is this a seduction?”
He chuckled. “Yes, it is.”
“Why?”
He raised his head. “Why?”
“Why now when the ball is a week away?”
He smiled and stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Because right now, at this moment, you are in a receptive state, and I can manage the extraction in this form, even if I have to be in the other shape to return the developing egg to you.”
“Wait, so you don’t ejaculate?”
He chuckled. “Not seed. No. It is all done internally.”
She nodded and then paused. “Wait... what do you ejaculate?”
He grinned. “Something. It is a fluid known for its expansion capabilities. The other high-level monsters give it to their humans to increase physical tolerance and drive libido.”
“Wait. What?” She blinked in surprise.
“Yeah, it is useful to me so that I can get your cervix to cooperate, but other monsters use it for... assistance.” He chuckled. “Don’t tell Arabella unless you want her to punch me.”
“Oh, so it was involved in her courtship.”
“Oh. Yeah. Harrow is... differently-abled in the penis department.”
“Well, that isn’t something I want to know.”
“Arabella had to become super stretchy.” He chuckled in her ear.
“Uh, right. Enough. Other people’s sex lives don’t really do it for me.”
“Well, in that case, I need to give us another topic of discussion. I believe that you were asking about what kind of fluids I produce if they aren’t semen?”
“Um, yeah.”
He had started licking his way around her jaw and neck. “Well, my saliva is known. It starts to arouse and relax you.”
“Uh, yeah, that.” She tilted her head so he could access her neck more easily.
He slid his hand up her thigh, gathering her skirt until it was draped over his arm. His fingers trailed circles up her inner thigh, and she shifted as he traced his fingers over the wet fabric of her panties. “Oh, well, it seems you have been thinking naughty thoughts.”
“I like broad shoulders. I like them better in a tight t-shirt, and your ass in jeans should be illegal.”
He chuckled, and it was a dark sound. “I should thank the gods for giving me this form, but it was compensation for my other form. Did I mention the two tentacles? That I am twenty feet from head to tail tip?” He was giving her this information while he licked her neck and worked down toward her cleavage.
His words were paired with the touch of his lips and tongue, and they aroused her as she imagined him. She threaded her fingers in his hair. “Rough or scaly?”
“Both.” His fingers unzipped her dress, and he slid it off her shoulders. “I have a lot of sharp teeth and not much for lips, so I am getting the licking and kissing in now.”
He licked the upper curve of her breast and then reached behind her to flick the bra loose. He grinned. “You have no idea how I have been stressing about that. I was thinking I could use my claw if I had to.”
She blinked. “You haven’t unhooked many bras?”
“No, the last time I had a woman, there were corsets.”
“Oh. Wow.”
He slid her left strap off her shoulder, and he nuzzled her breasts with his lips. “Wow, Bella really bruised you.”
“Yeah. I wasn’t expecting the attack.”
He licked her nipple, and she started shaking. His fingers slid along the outside of her panties, and she felt the fingers get thicker, hook, and then there was a rush of cool air against her slick sex.
He mumbled against her breast. “Did you expect that?” His fingers resumed their exploration without the fabric in the way.
“Uh. More than the baby attack.” It was like her folds were braille, and he was trying to read her. He sucked softly at her nipple, and she squirmed again.
He chuckled and bared her other breast, lapping at her and then sucking softly.
His fingers slid into her, and she felt something against her inner thigh. She slammed her hands on his shoulders. “What is that?”
“My reproductive assembly.”
“I can see one hand and feel the other.”
“Yes?” He gave her an innocent look, but there was a smirk on his lips.
“What just unsnapped and unzipped your jeans?”
He chuckled and went back to sucking on her breast. “I told you. My reproductive assembly.”
She felt soft skin against her inner thigh and tiny suction cups. “Oh, that is so odd.”
He chuckled. “That is an encouraging response.”
“I feel like it’s a sea anemone.”
“There are some similarities, but there is strength in each of the tendrils.”
Her knees were shoved apart to make his point. Pressure to her inner thigh sat her flat on him. She was pressed to a writhing set of oh-my-god-what’s-that.
Something pressed inside her, and narrow strands wrapped around her thighs to hold her to him.
She gripped his shoulders. “What is happening now?”
“They are holding you in place because the next part is rather weird.”
She squeaked, “Weird? Oh!”
Something rigid and slick moved into her, and then, it started getting wider.
He licked at her breasts with his tongue, and as she watched, it got longer and thicker. There were even tiny suction cups on it. “That’s new.”
He pulled his tongue in and chuckled. “I am trying to ease into a full transformation without tearing you apart, so bear with me.”
She blinked as something was squirming around inside her. “That isn’t disconcerting at all.”
Tyron grinned, and the fangs were beginning to show. “If I can cum first, it will make things much easier for you.”
She grunted as he got bigger. “So, how do we make that happen?”
He stroked her neck. “I want you to bear down on me; try and push me out.”
“Why?”
“It will change your alignment, and I will be able to do what gets me off.”
“This feels really awkward.” She tried to remember how to expunge a dildo. It was strange when she had to think it through.
He whispered against her breast, “It feels amazing, but we have to deal with your physiology, so evict me.”
She closed her eyes and focused on pushing him out. He got bigger, and then, there was a pop, and she opened her eyes. “Whatwasthat?”
His eyes were sexy-sleepy. “There might be a few twinges, but I am where I need to be to catch the egg.”
Her hands pressed against her abdomen, and she felt movement on both sides below her navel. “What are you doing?”
“I am catching the egg with thin tubules that have entered your uterus. It is like the softest, wet, warmest video game ever.”
She opened her eyes in outrage at being compared to a video game.
He chuckled, and she felt a twinge. “There it is.”
“What are you doing?”
“Extracting it like an IVF collecting syringe.”
The twinges were becoming spikes of pain, and she felt the movement again. Mara doubled over and sobbed, and he stroked her hair. She clawed at his shoulders, but he kissed her, soothing her as the something inside her started to pulse, and he groaned, and then, she whimpered as she was filled beyond capacity. Fluid was seeping out of her, and she felt tremendous pressure.
She tried to get off him and get away as her entire system ached... and then, it felt better.
He kissed her, and his mouth and tongue were human. He separated them. “Better?”
She nodded slowly and wiped tears from her cheeks. “Did you get the egg?”
He nodded. “I did. It is inside me right now, being fertilized.”
“So... you’re pregnant?”
Tyron’s eyes glowed. “I guess I am.”
She blinked. “Congratulations. So, we’re done now?”
She was gripped and turned so that he was on top of her. “No, Mara, we have just started.”
She looked into his brilliant eyes and saw the tentacles that wrapped around her, lifting them both up toward the moon. “Oh. Goody.”