Earth Husbands are Odd (Earth Fathers #2) - Lyn Gala Page 0,19

stretch, and he tried to spread his legs, but he was tangled with even more tentacles.

He moaned as he lost control of his body. He thrust down into the bed, and Rick bounced on his back as Max bucked. Then Rick did something with the first tentacle. He balled up the end or spread his tentacle fingers or something because Max was full and aching and gloriously well-fucked all at once.

“Fuck, yes.”

“Yes, I am fucking,” Rick agreed, and then he pistoned his tentacle in earnest. The smaller tentacle slammed into him while the larger one pressed deeper and deeper, filling Max until he squirmed helplessly, impaled on Rick’s talented tentacles. “I am good fucking,” Rick announced in the world’s most dramatic bit of understatement ever. Max was losing his fucking mind, and he needed to come. Now. Before his last functional brain cell fell out of his head.

Rick pressed his tentacles deeper. The sensation was too much and too thick and not thick enough and just right and overwhelming and perfect and impossible all at once. Max wanted more, but the sharp edge of need threatened to cut through the lust-bliss he had going.

He reached for his cock, but two more tentacles tangled with his arm, pinning it down. Then Rick shifted up and a long tongue ran along Max’s shoulder. With a scream, Max came all over their bed. His body twitched through the longest and most intense orgasm of his life. He was left limp and spent and still stuffed full of tentacle.

Max lay panting. It took several minutes before he could catch his breath, and in that time, Rick had shifted to one side, and he was playing with curling tentacles around and around Max’s right arm and leg. “You didn’t get me pregnant again, did you?” Max asked.

“No. Do you wish for implantation of offspring?” Rick asked.

Max pressed his forehead to the pillow. “Nope. No, three is enough for now. We still have to get them sorted and in good careers.” Max didn’t say it, but he also wanted to wait until he had the universe sorted. No children of his were going to get treated like trash. Nope. If Max had to shoot every prejudiced bastard in the universe one at a time, he would. He’d prefer to con them. And when the boys were ready to work, Max could front their inventions or they could find someone else to help. When the time came, they’d figure something out.

“If you wish the implantation of additional offspring, I am willing to implanting of additional offspring.” Rick used a half dozen tentacles to trace circles on Max’s body. Shivers of lust travelled like sparks under his skin, but Max’s cock was worn out. Done. Finished. Spent. His cock might never work again, or at least not for a good hour.

Max smiled and rolled his head to one side. “I would be happy to have more offspring later. Much later.”

“Clarify. Query. Later days, later weeks, later months, later years, later decades.”

“Later months, maybe,” Max said. Right now he had other thoughts on his mind, and he didn’t want to be dealing with the universe while pregnant. “Query. Do you want more offspring sooner?”

“I wait for your approval of implantation of offspring.”

“But what do you want?” Max asked.

Rick leaned his head against Max’s shoulder. “I want Max large with offspring and unable to leave ship or confront others. I want Max to stay ship until he grows appropriate number of eyes to watch enemy. I want Max to remember pleasure to return to when he is talking to others of universe.”

Max propped himself up on one elbow. “Did you fuck me because you’re afraid I won’t come back?” All the post-sex bliss evaporated like fog.

“Clarify. I give more reason to return after talking to others of others peoples. Happiest place not on Earth.”

Max caught the nearest tentacle and brought it close enough for a kiss. All the fingers along the underside waved with pleasure. “If we never had sex again, I would return because I love you. We agreed to be boring together.”

“Others peoples are less boring.” Rick’s tentacles kinked up.

“Our offspring keep me busy. I like being boring with you.” That wasn’t exactly what Max wanted to say, but he needed Rick to understand every word. “I love you. Sex or no sex, I love you. Other people like me or other people hate me, I love you. More offspring, no more offspring. I love you.”

With each statement,