Free Seeding Her Womb: Book 1 (Alien Tentacle Erotica) by Chelsea Chaynes

An
Unmet Desire
     
    Ava’s eyes opened to a purple sky filled with orange
clouds. She tried to move, but it all happened slowly. It took so
much energy to move a single inch. As she looked around her she
realized she was in a lake, floating on the water without any
effort whatsoever. It felt foreign, but at the same time natural.
As if she was familiar with this place. As if this was home,
something of her own creation; something that lived inside her
primal soul that beckoned to be acknowledged.
     
    “Where am I?” Ava said aloud, “I know this place,
it’s so familiar. I just can’t put my finger on it.” She floated,
continuing to be confused. She heard some kind of animal in the
water, but she wasn’t scared. It’s just a fish. But that
“fish” got louder. Okay… Maybe it’s not a fish. She felt it
slither by her leg, quickly, expertly. She began to fear this
creature, cylindrical in nature, its variable girth and muscular
strength perceived with one brush against her skin.
     
    She tried to move, but couldn’t, and strangely
stopped caring, her mind so focused on this slithering beast she
had no time. It made another pass, this time, as it came toward her
it circled around her leg, quickly constricting as it made its way
to her upper thigh. She could feel her pulse in her leg radiating
against the creature like some blood pressure cuff. Thump, thump,
thump, her heart pounded, each beat perfectly perceptible. She
could see it now as it slithered its way up her leg and over her
pubic mound, it was one singular arm of an octopus, a giant
octopus, its little suckers snapping against her skin as it made
its way around her body.
     
    It got closer, soon it was sliding its tapered tip up
and down her pussy lips, she could feel her insides melting. Why
am I not afraid? Was it going…inside? The tentacle hardened and
thickened as she began to moan, anticipating its full, unforgiving
length entering inside her hole as she laid motionless, staring at
the purple sky.
     
    “Ava! Wake up!” Max shook her awake.
     
    “Max, I just had the strangest dream!” she said, “I
was floating in this lake with this sky…” She abruptly stopped her
sentence, thinking about the tight tentacle; thinking about the
sensation it left in her groin, but she couldn’t mention it, not
given what they were going through. And just like all dreams, by
later that evening, she could hardly remember it.
     
    Ava Douglas was tired. Tired of not getting knocked
up! Her beautiful blue eyes had often been filled with tears at
every unsuccessful attempt at conception. Every time her red tide
came she would crawl under the covers and cry. Max would console
her, but he knew it wasn’t enough. She just wanted to have a family
like everyone else. It was disturbing, it was as if some force was
disallowing her delicate eggs to travel the length of her tubes and
meet with her husband’s seed. They argued about it frequently,
casting blame. Their marriage had become rocky with this giant
elephant in the room.
     
    Motherhood had seemed to come so easy for her
friends. Some had two kids, some three. She was instead left with a
desolate, useless womb and a deep yearning for a child. Her
childhood fantasy was to raise three children. It was never going
to happen at this rate. At this rate she would find herself old and
wrinkled, her eggs all gone, one by one descending into
oblivion.
     
    They had gone to the doctor some time ago to
determine what was wrong, but nothing stood out as a culprit. He
called it bad luck. But Ava knew better. It wasn’t her eggs; it was
his useless, immotile sperm. She was convinced that all the pot and
cigarette smoking had caused his virility to decline, and it had
left a gaping void in their marriage.
     
    Max had different suspicions. He accused her of
concentrating so hard on her career and enduring so much stress
that it impacted her ability to conceive. Openly stating to her
many times, “I don’t even know why