Seeding Her Womb: Book 1 (Alien Tentacle Erotica)
you want a child, you won’t have
any time for it.” Deep down she agreed that it was a possibility,
but she would never admit it. She loved her career too much. At 35,
all she had was it and Max. Both of them knew time was running
out.
     
    Max had come in from the garage where he had just
smoked a cigarette. His shirt was off and his chest was ripped.
Sweat glistened in the light of the kitchen as she stared
seductively at his abs. His sperm may be dumb, but his body was out
of control. She could feel her juices beginning to percolate. Her
panties were warm. She wanted his throbbing cock deep inside
her.
     
    Ava approached Max seductively, hoping to once again
have her pussy pounded like a freight train and gobble up every
last drop of semen he could produce, just for the off chance that
it might be, “the one.”
     
    Ava came up beside him, getting close, “Hey babe,
those pecs are looking good! Were you working our right now?”
     
    “Yea, I’m glad you like 'em. I don’t hit the gym for
nothing.”
     
    She placed her hand on his chest, feeling his pecs
and abs. She ran her hand down to his belt buckle watching a large
bulge grow in his jeans as he became increasingly more aroused. She
yanked it up, getting ready to undo it. Out of nowhere he stopped
her.
     
    “No babe, not right now… I’m not in the mood.” His
face looked to the ground as he spoke.
     
    Ava was quiet. It seemed these days he was never in
the mood. She didn’t know why. Her breasts were still tight and her
ass still filled out a pair of Levis like no other. Any other man
would be ravishing her insides by now, but not Max. Just my
luck!
     
    “It seems you’re never in the mood these days. What’s
a matter? You don’t like this ass?”
     
    Attempting to seduce him once again, Ava bent over
and pulled her jeans down exposing her panties. She then moved her
panties aside, displaying a clean shaven asshole and vagina.
     
    Ava tried talking dirty, she knew it got him off, “Do
you like what you see, baby? Do you want to taste my juices? You
must be hungry after that workout.”
     
    Max responded, his tone increasing, “Ava, I’m sorry.
I’m just not in the mood! Just leave me alone about it!”
     
    “What’s a matter babe? You don’t like pussy? Would
you rather I have a raging hard cock you can suck?”
     
    “You are out of line, Ava.”
     
    “Are you getting offended? Did I hit on a soft
spot?”
     
    “Enough Ava, today is not a good day. Tomorrow I will
bang you silly, I promise.”
     
    “Ok then, Max. Next time.”
     
    Ava abruptly pulled up her pants; she was angry but
let it slide. She understood that he was under a lot of stress with
work and the inability to conceive. Hell, he probably didn’t want
to have sex for fear of failing, yet again. Ava didn’t like it, but
she didn’t have to. She just had to understand it, and she did.
     
    Regardless of Max’s feelings toward sex, it didn’t
change the fact that her pussy was as wet as can be, but she knew
she couldn’t change his mind. She went into her room and shut the
door. She crawled under the covers debating whether or not to bring
out her dildo and slick it across her quicky hardening clitoris,
but decided against it. Instead she drifted off to sleep with a
pool of tears in her eyes, and a pool of quickly evaporating juice
seeping from her hot hole.
     

A Close Encounter Of The Tentacle Kind

    It was midnight when she was abruptly awoken. A
flashing green light could be seen from her window. She thought it
was a cop but could not be sure. Cops don’t have green
lights! There were no sirens. She looked over at Max, he was
dead asleep, she almost felt like she was hallucinating. Fear
started to pulse through every nerve of her body.
     
    Something felt off; something felt out of place. A
weary dream like whisp of fantasy and imagination captured her. Am I lucid dreaming? She tried to get up and realized that
some unknown force was holding her still;

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