Fucked and Impregnated by a Monster from the Abyss

The submersible hung in the black water above the rift, its lights cutting narrow cones through the abyss. Lorraine, twenty-eight, kept both hands on the controls while the hull vibrated under the pressure. Beside her, Valentina, thirty-one, watched the sonar bloom with an impossible return. They had come to map an ancient scar in the seafloor; instead the scar opened. Sediment boiled upward and a colossal shape rose through it, a towering mass of slick obsidian limbs. Tentacles thicker than mooring cables uncoiled, ridged and gleaming, while finer ones writhed between them. Glowing orbs pulsed along the mass like living lamps, throwing blue-green light across the viewport.

The voice did not come through the speakers. It poured straight into their minds, deep and raw, laced with seductive hunger. Warm blood. Soft cunts. I have waited in the dark for bodies that can take me. Lorraine’s breath locked. Heat flooded her belly at once, her nipples peaking hard against the inside of her suit, her pussy clenching and growing wet with a craving that felt older than the trench. Valentina made a broken sound, thighs pressing together as the same hunger struck her—clit throbbing, core aching, a sudden desperate want to be wrapped and opened by those glistening limbs. They stared at each other, flushed and shaking, and the want only sharpened. No fear lived in it. They craved the monster completely, every slick inch, every promise hidden inside that hunger.

The voice pulsed again, explicit and merciless. I will fuck your tight cunts until you scream my name in your minds. I will suck your clits, stretch every hole, pump you full of hot seed and push my eggs so deep your bellies swell with my clutch. You will beg to be bred. Lorraine’s suit clung, soaked through at the crotch; her folds were already puffy and dripping. Valentina whimpered, one hand braced on the console as another wave made her knees weak. “I want it,” she said, voice husky. “All of it.” Lorraine nodded, throat dry, pussy fluttering. They moved together. Lorraine keyed the airlock. The heavy door hissed, and cold water surged into the chamber ankle-deep. They stripped without hesitation, peeling suits and underlayers away until they stood naked in the spill of orb-light: Lorraine’s breasts heaving, nipples dark and tight, her trimmed pussy glistening and open; Valentina’s curves bare, ass rounded, cunt lips slick and parted, arousal already sliding down her inner thighs.

“Come inside,” Lorraine called, the words shaking with need. “Take us.” Valentina spread her stance in the shallow water. “Claim us completely. Fuck us. Breed us. We need it.” Tentacles poured through the open lock, massive and ridged, coated in a warm natural sheen that smelled of deep salt and musk. The women reached eagerly. Lorraine wrapped both hands around one thick limb and stroked, feeling the ridges bump her palms, the flesh pulse like a living cock. Valentina pressed her whole body to another, grinding her wet pussy along a prominent ridge until it flexed and she moaned. They stroked harder, kissed the slick surfaces, tongues tasting brine, and begged without shame. “Please. Shove them in. Stretch our cunts. Fill us until we can’t take more. Claim every inch.”

The monster answered at once. Tentacles coiled under Lorraine and lifted her, spreading her thighs wide, her back cradled by coiled limbs. A thick pulsing ovipositor, forearm-girth and heavily ridged, glowing faintly at the tapered tip, nudged her soaked entrance. She was drenched, folds swollen, and it pushed in with steady pressure. The stretch burned sweet and huge. Inch after inch sank into her pussy, ridges dragging over her g-spot, the heat of it stuffing her fuller than any cock ever had. She screamed yes as it seated deep, the tip kissing her cervix, her belly showing a faint bulge from the sheer thickness. A narrower tentacle sealed over her clit at the same moment, soft mouth sucking hard, squeezing and rolling the bud in relentless pulses. The ovipositor began to thrust—long, deep strokes that made wet sounds echo in the chamber, her juices squirting around the tight seal each time it drove home. Pleasure detonated. Lorraine came with a raw wail, cunt clamping and milking, thighs shaking in the monster’s grip while the clit-sucker kept vacuuming her through every spasm. It did not slow. It fucked her through the orgasm and into the next, pounding until her voice broke and her pussy fluttered helplessly around the invading girth.

Tentacles shifted to Valentina and hauled her upright, feet barely brushing the wet deck, legs forced wide. The voice thrummed: standing, so both holes can be taken. One thick ovipositor speared her pussy from the front, stretching her open in a single ruthless glide, while a second massive ridged limb, slick and insistent, pressed into her ass and sank deep for a standing double penetration. Valentina’s head fell back. “Yes—both—fuck my cunt and my ass!” The two tentacles thrust in alternating rhythm, then together, stuffing her so full her body jolted upward with every dual plunge. Her breasts bounced, nipples tight. Another sucker latched onto her clit and squeezed in time with the fucking, while smaller limbs pinched and rolled her nipples. The standing DP was merciless; limbs held her suspended and open while the monster railed both holes, her pussy and ass clenching, slick pouring down the obsidian lengths in shining streams. She orgasmed almost at once, screaming Lorraine’s name, then wordless pleasure, her standing form trembling violently as the ridges dragged her over the edge again and again.

The creature gathered them into a breeding pile on the chamber floor. Tentacles arranged Lorraine on her back, knees pushed to her shoulders and held wide. Valentina was drawn down beside her, then half-astride, both women opened and presented. Fresh ovipositors plunged back into their pussies, thick and throbbing, and the fucking resumed at a brutal pace. They reached for each other through the haze, palms sliding over sweat-slick breasts, mouths meeting in messy kisses while the tentacles hammered deep. Lorraine felt every ridge, every pulse; Valentina sobbed and pushed back onto the limb filling her cunt, another still working her ass in slower strokes. Orgasms rolled through them without pause, pussies gushing, minds white with sensation.

Then the breeding tightened. The ovipositors swelled inside them and hot, glowing seed erupted in heavy jets. Luminous fluid flooded Lorraine’s womb first—thick, searing, endless—backing up until it squirted out around the tentacle in bright rivulets that lit her thighs. Her belly began to round from the sheer volume. The same torrent poured into Valentina, her cunt overflowing with the glowing cum, skin shining from within. “Take it,” the voice commanded, and they did, coming hard as their uteruses filled to straining. The eggs followed. Each ovipositor pressed firmer against the cervix and large, smooth, fertile eggs the size of fists began to push through. Lorraine felt the first one stretch her impossibly, pop past the ring of muscle with a deep orgasmic pressure, and settle heavy in her womb. She screamed. At the same instant Valentina took her first egg and their shared climax crashed together. They clutched each other, bodies locked, while egg after egg followed—four, five, six for each woman. Every deposit swelled their bellies further, skin drawing taut and warm over the growing clutch, the glow of seed and eggs visible beneath the surface. The monster kept them pinned and open, pumping more seed between the eggs, sealing the fertile load deep. Their bellies rounded into unmistakable pregnancy, heavy and proud, as they screamed through continuous shared orgasm, cunts spasming and milking, slick and luminous fluid everywhere, the chamber ringing with the wet sounds of being bred senseless.

Hours later they lay spent on the deck, limbs loose, skin streaked with suction marks and fading glow. Their bellies were heavily rounded, pregnant with the abyss clutch, the weight of eggs and seed making them look months along, skin stretched warm and tight. Lorraine’s hand drifted over her own swollen abdomen, then across to caress the firm curve of Valentina’s. Valentina did the same, fingers gentle, both of them feeling the dense, living fullness inside. Tender tentacles stroked their hair, the undersides of their breasts, the heavy undersides of their pregnant bellies in slow affectionate glides. The voice had softened. You carry my young. Summon me from the deep whenever you wish, and I will return to breed you again, fill you even fuller. They sighed, pussies still fluttering with aftershocks, content and heavy in the mid-afterglow, the creature’s touch a lingering promise as they rested together.