Naked Scripts
Lightning forks across the sky and lights up my swollen belly that's round and glowing bright with his eggs, making me look like something out of the filthiest hentai.
“Look at you,” he growls in my mind and my ears, voice thunder-deep. “My perfect stuffed bride. Taking everything I give you while the world ends.”
I sob, drooling against the glass. “Nerites—fuck—harder—”
He slams in deeper, the tentacle in my ass swelling, the one in my cunt curling to grind against the eggs inside me.
“You’re glowing so bright the storm can see who you belong to,” he snarls, leaning in to bite my shoulder. “Say it.”