Page 24 of Snowed In Sucker
“Okay,” I say, nodding my head. “I’m ready, Jett.”
“So am I. I can feel them,” he says, touching his stomach, just above his mating tentacle. “They’re right here and in a moment, they’re going to be here.” Jett touches my stomach.
Jett wanted me loose and relaxed but already, my cock is perking up, hardening all over again. I’m so turned on. The idea of Jett pushing his tentacle into my ass, the idea of having those eggs slide into my body is so erotic I can barely take it.
My body wasn’t built for this but somehow, this still feels so fucking right. My ass is slick and aching to be filled and somehow, my belly has changed so I can carry this precious cargo. I close my eyes and let myself relax into these feelings. I let the instincts Jett’s pheromones have produced take over.
Jett’s tentacle touches my ass and I immediately find myself moaning, the noise ripped from me. He pushes inside of me and I’m lost. All I feel is pleasure. All I know is how fucking good this is. Never in my life did I expect anything like this but somehow, it all feels so natural, so right.
“You take it so well,” Jett murmurs, his voice sounding awestruck. “Fuck, Landon. It’s like you were made for this.”
His other tentacles slither onto my body. Two of them wrap around my thighs, holding me open. Two more touch me around my middle, one of them focuses on my cock. I am thoroughly encompassed in Jett’s arms. All around me. Inside of me. Above me and below me. I feel like we are one and the same. Where he ends, I begin.
“Fuck,” Jett hisses out through clenched teeth. “Fuck, Landon. I can feel them. Here comes the first one.”
“The first? How many are there?”
“I think there’s two, but there might be more.”
Jett’s mating tentacle writhes inside of me and fuck, it feels so good. My cock is already completely filled with blood, aching to be touched. I want to stroke myself but one of Jett’s tentacles is already there, holding my dick and undulating over and over. It’s not quite what I’m used to but I’ll admit it’s making my toes curl with delight.
Then I feel it, that large pressure against my ass. The egg is slowly flowing through Jett’s mating tentacle like a straw, trying to find its way out and into my belly. I do everything in my power to breathe through the pressure and let it in. One moment, it’s pressing against my hole and the next it’s finally popping through.
I cry out as I’m stretched beyond anything I’ve felt before. The egg moves through me, pressing against my walls, massaging my prostate on its way through. It feels so fucking good that my body tenses and I see stars behind my closed lids. It’s too much. It’s too good. At the same time it’s not enough.
“That was so good,” Jett says, his words stuttering and breathless. His eyes are glued to my hole, watching all of this happening. He sounds just as overwhelmed as I feel. “So good, Landon.” He groans. “Here comes another one.”
“Oh fuck,” I gasp out, feeling the next one pressing against my ass. This one slides in much easier than the last one. Jett’stentacle pushes against the very tip of my cock. It slowly slides inside me just as the egg is pushing its way into my ass. The combination of sensations is too much.
A noise leaves me that doesn’t sound entirely human. It’s something between a yell and gasp and moan. My body lights up with pleasure as I come for a second time, my balls draining of cum as the egg passes my prostate, prolonging my pleasure even longer. I feel completely wrung out, like I can’t do much more than lie there and take whatever is left of this ritual. I’m spent.
“Watching you like this is like nothing I’ve experienced before,” Jett murmurs, awe in his voice. “You are a marvel, Landon. So beautiful. So perfect. I can’t believe you’re taking this all so well. I’m so proud to call you my mate.”
“Mate,” I whisper, feeling the word tattoo itself into my heart. “Mine.”
“Yes. I am yours.”
Another egg pushes against my rim. I’m loose and ready, my body completely relaxed after that last orgasm. I’m so wet that I can feel slick pooling below me. I slide a hand onto my belly where one of Jett’s tentacles keeps touching, like he can’t keep his hands off the subtle swell there.
This is when it finally, fully hits me. I’m pregnant. I’ve got our babies inside of me. This feels so fucking surreal but it’s finally settling in what all of this means.
The third egg settles heavy within my belly. I can feel it there, nestled with the others. I have no idea how this all works. Do the eggs form right now as they move into the mating tentacle and then immediately pass into me? Why didn’t Jett look chubby when he got here if this was all inside of him moments before? My head spins as I try to understand only to have all of those thoughts leave me immediately as I feel one more egg press against my rim.
“Last one,” Jett says, putting my flanks. “One more, sweetheart. You can do this.”
Jett’s tentacles spread me impossibly far, the one on my cock tightening and untightening over and over. I whine, my body overstimulated and wrung out yet I can feel my dick plumping one more time. I have no ideahow, but that’s not important right now. Right now, I need that last egg inside of me and then I need to come. Then I’m going to need a very long nap.
“This one is so big,” I gasp out, feeling like I’m being stretched to the limit, like if it was any bigger I would simply break. It’s so big that it steals my breath, punching all of the air out of me at once. The moment it slips through, I’m lost all over again.
My body lights up like a Christmas tree. I’m gone, drifting in wave after wave of pleasure. My body is no longer my own. My eyes are shut and all I can do is hold on and experience every last second of it.
“Landon? You with me? Sweetheart, open your eyes for me.”
I’m not sure how long I was out, floating in a sea of bliss. When I open my eyes, I see Jett staring down at me, his gray eyes concerned. I give him a smile, doing my best to let him know I’m okay.
Jett’s mating tentacle is gone and I feel so fucking empty after all of that but at the same time, my belly feels full. I place a hand on my stomach, feeling it distended with our eggs. With our babies.
“Come here,” I finally manage to get out, holding my arms open for him. He lies down against me and I can feel his hard cock against my hip. I wiggle in his grip, readjusting myself so my ass is there, ready for him. He slips inside easily and we both moan at the feeling.
