Cecaelia pt.3 (Patreon)

When Martin came to the next time he was still hot, but it wasn’t like a fever. It felt more like he was submerged in a warm bath. He almost scared himself when he realized that he could move his limbs again. He felt really, really good. He was a different kind of hot as well, he realized as he looked down on his erection.

He felt embarrassed about it, but didn’t want to touch it. She could swim in at any moment, and what was worse? Him sporting a hard on or him jerking off? Not thinking about it was not an option, because he had never felt this horny before in his life. Of course, the venom!

She snuck up on him, so the first he saw of her was the tentacle snaking around him from behind.

“Good morning mate. Are you ready for your hentai cosplay?”

Fuck, she can read thoughts. But it sounded like a tease than an accusation, and he was just thinking with his dick at this point. He wanted this to be over.

“Yes. Yes.”
“Do you want me to milk you?”
“Yes. Please.”

Gracefully she swam around him and down to his dick, and began to give him a slow and steady blow job. It wasn’t just a shaft and balls job either. He felt her tentacles slowly envelope him like a towel, moving all over his body. Some caressing him, others making hickeys. He would look like a dalmatian for weeks, he thought. He'd never felt so many things at the same time at once.

Cecaelia suddenly stopped sucking, and slid what felt like a hot, slimy sheath over Martin’s dick. He grunted and moved in unison as it rhythmically clenched and squeezed, and it wasn’t long before he started to pump sperm into it.

“Verry good”, she purred.

Martin felt relief that it was over so quickly, and he was feeling a bit disgusted. He’d come into a different species. This was bestiality. Things were not going as he expected though, and it confused him. He wasn’t getting soft, he didn’t really feel a release, and Cecaelia still had her appendices wrapped around him. Whatever was circulating his blood stream wasn’t done with him yet. If anything he was getting more horny. The sheath withdrew from his cock and icy cold water rushed in around it, sending another shock of pleasure-pain through him.

"Now it's time for the eggs."
"E-Eggs?! Time to do what with the - Aah!"

He couldn't complete the sentence before he felt a searing sting. Somehow Cecaelia had penetrated his belly button with one of her appendices. The pain was sharp, but faded quickly as Martin was overrun by yet new senses. He could feel the tentacle moving around inside his belly, rearranging his guts. But it wasn't painful, or even as scary as it ought to be. It was even arousing to him. His traitorous body wanted nothing more than to participate in whatever this was. Whatever the venom had done to him, he realized he was powerless to stop it. He was just a passenger in his own body.

Whatever evolution had placed in him about procreation had been overwritten. He just needed whatever was about to happen happen.

He could feel his heartbeat beating in his ears, his sight was unfocused and his cock felt like it was about to explode. There were no coherent thoughts anymore, just arousal and confusion. He could feel something move along the length of the tentacle, then another, then another. Egg after egg deposited inside his guts. How would they exit ? Would they eat their way out? All that was secondary to the profound pleasure he was feeling. She continued to move her tentacles over his body. With one tentacle she applied suction on both his nipples, and wiggled them.

With the last egg in, she begun gushing fluid into him, and his body reacted with the most epic climax he had ever felt. Pump after pump of cum created a white, stringy cloud in the water. But he could feel himself filling up, more and more.

As his thoughts begun to clear, he started to panic. He looked down at his tentacle laced body and his distended belly. He looked bloated, pregnant even. He started to cramp, as his body tried to dispel the fluid.

“Stop it! I’m full!”
“No, you’re not.”

She kept pouring fluid into him. Martin felt like he was going to pop. He cried out in the water from another cramp. Finally she stopped and slowly retracted the tentacle the last few inches from his belly button. He felt like a blimp.

“It’s only for the next ten months.”

He had known almost from the start how this would end. She had told him just after the mating. Once the last egg left him his body would start to revert. His body would begin having trouble regulating temperature and blood oxygen on that depth. While he would gain mobility, he would also need surface air. And once he breached the surface and painfully retch the water out of his lungs there would be no coming back.

Sure, he would be able to withstand diving conditions far more extreme than any human. Perhaps an hour of free diving before having to resurface, and not really ever risk drowning. It would just sap his energy to be down for longer. But it would be too painful for him to stay in the cave.

He lingered two days before Cecaelia decided he had weakened enough. She embraced him and forced him out of the cave. All their way to the surface Martin just repeated “I don’t want to leave”. They had been through this already, many times. What was and wasn’t possible. What must and couldn’t happen. She played stoic and ignored his pleading all the way, until they were just feet away from the surface. There she stopped the ascent.

“Goodbye Martin. Don’t forget us.”

Almost a year together, and she still spoke in terse sentences. He knew she was capable of much more intricacy and emotions, but it was like she preferred to speak as plainly as possible.

“How can you of all creatures be so dry? Look at me! I can breathe under water. I’m all lean muscle, and according to you will stay that way the rest of my life. I have friggin’ telepathy! How could I possibly forget this?”

She let go of him and started to descend. The last thought from her had a heavy emphasis on the last word.

“Don’t forget us.”

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