Chapter 25 – Hex
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hex
M y kraken is on the verge of turning into a menace. He’s rabid to get some one-on-one time with our mate. I ache to sink my teeth in so deeply that she’ll never manage to escape, but I’m also slightly afraid that, if I get my hands on her, I won’t be able to stop from implanting my eggs.
Ali bounds down the stairs with her hair wet from her shower with Silence. It’s something to focus on, to keep myself from heading next door to fuck up Banyan. That motherfucker knew where Ali was. He kept her whereabouts from me, and at some point, I’m going to pay him back for that deception.
I don’t give a fuck if he protected her from the Unseelie court. He had no goddamn right to keep my mate from me. Suckers break out across my skin.
Ali frowns, tilting her head. She’s wearing a shirt I believe belongs to Atlas. It falls mid-thigh, but the top is see-through from where the wet ends of her hair have fallen over her breasts.
A low rumble escapes my chest as I attempt to push my kraken back. His thoughts are solely focused on grabbing our mate and slinking off to the tanks at The Den. He wants to implant our eggs in water. My head shakes, and I focus on reminding him she hasn’t actually agreed to carry our clutch.
“Hex?” she whispers, rocking on her toes. “Are you okay?”
I believe it’s the soft tone and possibly her concern that drive my monster to take over with little regard for my valid points on why he shouldn’t.
“Uh oh, you’re trapped in your clothes.” Her head tilts as she laughs. She approaches with zero fear or knowledge that my beast is firmly in the driver’s seat. Her small hand swipes over me, removing my clothing.
My lower half morphs, transforming into tentacles as soon as the constricting fabric is no longer in the way.
My arms stay crossed over my chest, but I know it’s a full change, because my face begins to twitch.
I’m fairly sure it’s a byproduct of the pathways in my brain adapting to control the new appendages, including the ones that sprout from my face when I’m fully my kraken.
Ali laughs as a tentacle coils its way around her back and ass. Another zigzags around her shoulders and under her arms. It’s so instinctual, I don’t believe I will myself to lift her, but at the same time, it’s clear I am. Mostly, I just need her close so we can have this discussion.
“Hey,” she says breathily as she comes to rest across my lap.
A soft hand stretches up, brushing over my facial tentacles.
“I’ve missed you.” She pushes up enough that she can reach the area of my cheek that’s still smooth.
The tender kiss she places on it nearly makes my multiple hearts pound out of their cavities.
“We’ve missed you too, sweetheart,” I rumble, giving her a tender squeeze.
“So, tell me more about these eggs?” She slides sideways in my hold, coming to kneel over my pelvis. It’s a very intimate area where my cock will extend out of its cocket when aroused. I am, but not fully enough for the orifice to open.
“Eggs,” I say, clearing my throat. My voice is deep and raspy with the echo of my beast. My mind races through facts as I try to determine what information is pertinent.
“I currently house five, although one is likely not viable. I’ve held it for so long that it’s slowly being reabsorbed.
One more is entering the final stages of viability.
If it isn’t implanted, it will likely begin to do the same within the year. ”
“Wow.” Her hands run over my shoulders, which are mostly humanoid, despite my being in full monster form. “How many does a kraken normally lay at once?”
My length begins to harden. “It’s completely up to your body how many eggs it’s willing to accept. My mother only carried two. Although, I’ve heard it’s safe to implant five or six.”
Her eyes bug. “Whoa, that’s a whole lot of belly.”
I laugh, nodding my agreement. “Yes, but kraken, much like nightmares, are often in tiny monster form upon birth.”
“So, I wouldn’t give birth to eggs?”
My head shakes. “Only if you were incubating the eggs. If your system accepts them, they’ll secrete a chemical that allows them to absorb maternal DNA. Once that happens, the egg needs to be fertilized. If they aren’t, then they’ll simply pass.”
“Okay.” She chews at her lower lip. “Is there a chance one partner could fertilize all of them? How does that work?”
“It’s always a possibility, much like when a human has multiple partners.
However, there’s also magic and intent. My mother swears she willed both my fathers be the ones to fertilize my clutch, because she never wished to carry more offspring.
” I shrug. “I’m not sure how much of that is accurate versus old wives’ tales. ”
“It’s okay. How long does it take your body to produce more eggs? If I’m not yet healed...”
“Five years per egg,” I answer, running a hand over the back of her head. “There’s no rush and no need to panic if things don’t work out this time.”
“Right,” she agrees weakly.
“There’s no sense in stressing about what might or might not happen.” I pull her closer, dipping my mouth to hers. “I’ve just gotten you back. We have all the time in the world for—” Her mouth seals to mine, cutting me off.
It’s a slow kiss that builds to her gyrating over my pelvis. She’s not afraid of my mouthful of needle-like teeth, and it makes my monster ravenous.
“Oh, I think I like this show,” Malice says in a jovial tone, tossing himself down on the sofa.
A feral roar escapes into the kiss. Instead of being fearful, Ali clutches me tighter.
My hands slide up her sides, pulling the shirt off and chucking it at the unwelcome intruder.
My fingertips tease the curve of her hips up her sides as my tentacles coil and uncoil, allowing my suction cups to tease her skin.
“That’s so weird.” She smiles against my cheek as we finally pull back from the kiss. “But it feels so damn good.”
My chest heaves.
I assumed she’d be cold and calculating, like her mother and sister, but Gods, I couldn’t have been more wrong all those years ago. Fate or chance gave me the perfect mate, and we failed to protect her. I’ll never make that mistake again.
She slides her hand between us, teasing her fingers over the flap of skin that opens to expose my cock. She brushes over the seam, and I groan as my shaft extends.
“Okay, that’s a super fucking cool transformer skill,” Malice chimes in. “What? I’m a little jealous.”
“You, hush.” Ali looks over her shoulder at him. “Supervise if you want, but don’t ruin the moment.”
The nightmare mimes zipping his lips as she wraps her hand around my cock. It’s different in full monster form, and I’m not sure if she understands that.
I slide a smaller tentacle down to tease over her clit as she smiles brightly. Her thumb teases my crown, and an obscene groan escapes my lips.
“Not to be disrespectful, because I honestly don’t know if it’s a weird question...” She grinds her slick lower lips over the base of my shaft. Her wetness coats my balls, making me hiss. “Where do the eggs come out?”
I growl, palming the back of her head. The crown of my dick in full monster form has five flaps of skin that open, kind of like the mouth of a starfish or the slightly curved fins on a fan.
She runs her thumb over them, pushing gently like she’s got the rough idea of it without me even explaining, and fluid drips from the tip.
Ali licks her lips, running her finger through my pre-cum and bringing it to her mouth.
Her pink tongue flicks out, tasting me. Her entire body shivers against mine as she gyrates over me.
Her nipples get harder and tighter, if that’s even possible.
She wiggles against my tentacles as her slick core grows even wetter.
“It’s an aphrodisiac,” I admit.
“Yeah, it really is,” she says, sliding her hand around to the top of my shaft. She tilts her hips, working me through her pussy lips. The head of my cock bumps her clit. “Are you ready to try more than just the tip?”
“Fuck, yes,” I growl.
“Good.” She bites her lip, rising on her knees. One hand stays on my shoulder as the other moves me to her hole. I’m not expecting the blinding pleasure that hits when she sinks down.
My tentacles coil tighter, and I have to focus on not clenching too hard. She’s precious and delicate and, most importantly, she’s not trying to get away. It must be some biological impulse to trap my prey, because it’s nearly impossible to keep from coiling even tighter.
Her forehead falls against my shoulder as she whimpers. “Hex, how the hell does that feel so good?”
My chest puffs up with pride, but I know I’ve done very little. It just so happens that her quickening and the chemical in my seminal fluid, that bonds a monster’s partner, are helping things along.
My hands fall to her hips, pulling her pussy open even farther. It makes her inner walls clench in a way that has my cock leaking inside her. She rises and falls, taking more of me on each descent.
“Come on, you’re supposed to be a monster,” Malice says, chuckling. “I’d like to see a little primal mating going on.”
“I’m going to fucking kill him,” I warn Ali. She laughs, kissing one of my facial tentacles. “I’m finally making love to my wife. Shut the hell up or get out.”
She gasps, tilting my face down to hers.
“You make me really happy,” she says before shoving her tongue into my mouth. My teeth nick her skin, and she bleeds into the kiss. It’s intense, feeling her tight, slick heat stretching around my massive girth, but I believe it’s the taste of her blood that sends my baser instincts into overdrive.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m slithering us over to the couch. Using my tentacles around her middle, I lift her, flipping her over.
“Face down,” I growl, shoving her cheek to rest on Malice’s chest.
“Hello, kitten.” He kisses her forehead. She looks like she’s riding him without him inside her. Which is good, because that’s exactly where I’m going. Her hips wiggle, taunting me, as Malice brushes his finger over her cheek. He does a double take when he spots my dick.
I’m guessing the tip opened while I was moving her. My stinger flicks wildly. It’s red and swollen and desperate to latch on to her womb.
“Let me just tease your tits,” Malice says to distract her.
“Hex, fuck me, please,” she begs.
It’s unnecessary. Her glistening cunt is all I can process. I move closer, unsure of where all my tentacles land. Ultimately, they don’t matter right now. Only one does, and as I line myself up with her pretty pink pussy, all thought seems to bleed away.
My stinger dips in first. It’s thinner than my shaft, but my wife moans loud and long at the intrusion. It sends fluid gushing from my tip. My tentacles have found anchors, and now that I’m sturdy, I power in farther.
Malice’s shadows tease down her front, and he murmurs softly, cradling her to his chest. It takes several uncoordinated strokes to determine exactly how to move in full monster form, but eventually, I learn how to use my hands on her hips to plow my pelvis into her ass.
My stinger leaks fluid, edging its way deeper. It contains a numbing agent that will allow for cervical penetration without the pain that might normally be associated with such.
Ali moans, wiggling her hips.
I freeze as it presses against the bottom of her channel before gushing more pre-cum to ease the process.
“Oh, holy fuck,” she says, thrashing about.
“Ahh, I told you we were about to miss out on the fun.” Silence pops up at the back of the couch. Atlas appears at his side, stretching a hand over to palm the back of Ali’s head.
I stifle a growl. I’m the only one without a claiming bite, and my monster isn’t in the mood to share. Until my wife stretches a hand back, squeezing mine on her hip, and somehow, just like that, it settles my beast.