Filling Her With My Eggs

  Filling Her With My Eggs: An Alien Breeding Cycle

  Book #1 of Tentacle Love

  Author: Lily Anton

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  CHAPTER ONE

  Misha wiped down the counter in front of her, focusing on removing the ring shaped coffee stains left behind after the usual morning rush to the shop.

  It was still fairly surprising to have so many humans out and about these days (herself included) considering it had only been a little over a year since the Debir invasion had taken the entire earth by surprise.

  Well, it had been called an invasion, but really it hadn’t been all that bad; a perspective she kept pretty much to herself as the whole ‘taking over our world governments and completely destroying all the world’s weapons caches’ had been deemed not that good by most others.

  No one had been enslaved or anything ridiculous like that, although it had been the fear of so many. Still, there were those that were given the opportunity to live off-planet that weren’t heard from again, which made many uneasy.

  Especially as the Debirs now appeared to be walking around out in the open; some sort of attempt at a truce for the sake of both species.

  Which was how Misha now found herself with an actual job again, able to slowly wean herself off of the monthly rations that had become a staple in her life.

  Coffee was being considered a luxury, and so far only the wealthy were able to purchase considering their money could have been used elsewhere, but Misha wasn’t going to complain, even if she couldn’t really afford to buy her own coffee without her employee discount.

  Not even a free coffee as a benefit of working there.

  She sighed, moving to the other side of the counter where the TV was showing the news broadcast quietly in the background.

  All the TV stations were a buzz about the grand opening of the brand new Debir Embassy earlier that week which just so happened to be only a mile down the road.

  “Misha, I’m going on my break. It’s gonna be dead in here for the next few hours anyways!”, Jen, her colleague, called out, already taking off her apron and tossing it in the back.

  “Alright,” was all Misha could think to say as the other woman gave her a wide grin and all but ran out of the store.

  Jen had been dying to catch a look at their new alien residents, not having seen any in person. It was also why Misha chose not to comment on the fact that she knew her friend was probably going to see about getting a job at the embassy.

  With the world still slowly trying to recover and the stock market in ruin, having any sort of job was a privilege, and now that the Debir Embassy had indicated it would be offering jobs to humans?

  Well, no doubt millions would apply for the jobs that were being guaranteed accommodations, health care, monthly stipends, you name it.

  Misha hadn’t even bothered considering applying; there was no way in hell she’d get a job there.

  And she was happy where she was.

  Things still sucked, sure, but it could have been a lot worse.

  The counter now clean, Misha turned around to drop the rag into the sink and began washing up.

  The faint sound of wind chimes and the front door sliding open had her sighing before plastering on a smile and turning around…only to have her smile fall from her face and her jaw open slightly as she looked up.

  She had known that Debirs as a species were extremely tall - over seven feet at least- although still human looking, with two arms, two eyes, and two legs. But that’s really where the similarities ended.

  They came in all sorts of colors, although that changed based on a Debir’s mood as she had learned during that documentary on the news months back.

  As she watched this particular Debir duck slightly under the doorframe to make their way in, Misha couldn’t help but stare at the pearlescent sheen of their skin and their oval shaped eyes the color of glowing embers.

  Why was a Debir here?

  She didn’t think they even drank coffee but what the hell did she know?

  While Misha’s eyes were on the Debir, the alien appeared focused on the holographic boards above her where all the drinks and their prices were displayed.

  Sure she had known they were tall but...

  Wow.

  Misha had to crane her neck to look up at them, realizing that despite having two legs, their joints were reversed at the knees, much like the back legs of a horse.

  “Hello.” The voice was a deep timber, the dark baritone quality of it catching Misha off guard as she stood there simply staring.

  She hadn’t been sure whether it had been male or female but by the sound of it...

  ‘Definitely male,’ Misha thought, watching as those glowing ember eyes blinked slowly down at her.

  It took her a moment to realize that she hadn’t said anything and had kept staring.

  “Uh...” she started, trying to gain her bearings. “Hi?”

  ‘Is that the best you can do?’ she chided herself, literally shaking her head to focus.

  The Debir in front of her bowed his head slightly in her direction, but said nothing else.

  “Er...did you...um...coffee?” Misha painfully managed to say, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

  From the tilt of the Debir’s head, she wondered if he’d noticed.

  Misha watched him blink once more, and could have sworn that those ember eyes had flashed a startling shade of silver for just a moment.

  “I wished to purchase one of your caffeinated beverages,” the Debir said, his eyes still glued to her.

  The intense gaze was getting really unnerving but Misha had no idea if it was a cultural thing for them and tried not to squirm.

  “Um, yeah, sure. Of course! What type of, er, caffeinated beverage?” she asked, attempting her best customer service smile.

  “I am...not sure...” he said slowly, the soft rumbling in his voice more apparent now as he’d taken another step closer to the counter.

  Misha ignored the goosebumps she could feel on the nape of her neck in response to it.

  “...I am a diplomatic liaison at the Debir Embassy and I am meant to procure a better understanding of common human experiences. I have been led to believe that a majority of humans enjoy highly caffeinated beverages...”

  ‘I guess that makes sense,’ Misha thought, nodding.

  “Well, first, in terms of caffeinated beverages as you described it,” she started, trying to focus on her job and not on how many colors she could see being reflected against his skin, “you could have tea instead of coffee but coffee has more caffeine.”

  The Debir blinked again looking rather perplexed.

  It was rather cute, Misha realized, watching him overthink the option before he nodded definitively and spoke.

  “Coffee. Please.” He added kindly at the end, a small smile on his face that absolutely did not cause Misha’s stomach to flip.

  “Okay...did you want bitter or sweet? Smooth or strong?” she asked, trying to sound as if she was genuinely trying to help him pick the best option as opposed to excuses to keep him in the shop longer.

  It took five minutes before Misha had prepared a vanilla latte, and eventually handed it over to him.

  “Thank you,” he said, reaching out to take the cup.

  Misha could have placed her drink down on the counter for him but instead allowed herself a brief moment to feel his long and slender fingers caress hers slightly as he took the drink.

  She couldn’t help herself as she sucked in a small breath, his eyes immediately finding hers before looking down at where their fingers had barely touched.

  He said nothing, taking his cup and slowly putting it to his lips.

  Misha caught a glimpse of a surprisingly long and surprisingly pink tongue that poked out as if to test the drink’s temperature.

  It was impossible not to picture what else that tongue could do and where it could do it all over her body.

  “It is good...I like it,’ he said with a pleased tone, grinning at her and revealing a row of very white but slightly pointed teeth. “Thank you.”

  Misha stood there and watched him walk out with his drink in hand, mumbling a “you’re welcome” under her breath just a little too late.

  She spent the rest of her shift watching passersby and hoping against hope that he’d come back.

  CHAPTER TWO

  That single interaction with the handsome Debir had taken up most of Misha thoughts for the next week, something she couldn’t bring herself to stop going over…even now as she cursed at the rain that fell down in sheets, soaking her to the bone as she scrambled into the hostel-like accommodations she had.

  For most people in the major cities that somehow hadn’t managed to hold on to any sort of wealth or possessions, places like this were all they could afford: groups of people crammed together in rooms with no privacy and a whole lot of theft.

  “Misha. Mail for you.”

  Misha halted in her tracks in front of the bored looking receptionist behind the laser-proof glass.

  When was the last time she ever got physical mail of any kind?

  She was wracking her brain trying to figure it out as she signed the receipt form and was handed over a glossy black manila envelope that was embossed with a very familiar emblem.

  “What did you do to piss the Debir off, kid?” the receptionist asked despite sounding like she couldn’t have cared less.

  Those crazy rumors of humans being taken against their will and sold in
to slavery ran through her mind before she reminded herself that the contents inside the packet would probably explain things.

  Forgetting about heading to her assigned bed, she ignored her wet clothes and quickly made her way into the bathroom, finding an empty stall and locking the door.

  With trembling fingers, she slowly opened the envelope and pulled out a collection of papers; the first one of which almost had her dropping everything to the floor.

  Courtship and Reproduction - A Debir/Human Initiative

  Misha blinked, then blinked again, refusing to believe she was reading this correctly.

  She couldn’t help but check the envelope again to make sure it was actually addressed to her.

  Ignoring the shock of the initial header, Misha forced herself to continue reading and couldn’t help but mumble the words out loud as she did so, glossing over the usual salutations in an attempt to get to the meat of it.

  “In collaboration with the various governments of Earth and as a result of our formal opening of the Debir Embassy, an incentive program has been created in order to create a more harmonious planet.

  You have been selected as a possible partner and this letter serves as an official offer.

  Lifetime benefits are provided to humans that participate. See Benefits Information included in packet...”

  Misha still wasn’t sure what the hell was going on but quickly glanced at the so-called benefits packet and laughed.

  This had to be a joke. There was no way they were offering her a large residence in the best part of town or a vehicle or health care or just...any of it. Still, she continued reading.

  “Just as selected humans are being offered this opportunity, only Earth-residing Debir are being considered and selected to take part as well.

  The offer to participate is entirely optional for both parties. However, please note that upon acceptance and once the first step has been completed, there is an inability to halt the process.

  Choosing to participate once does not obligate you to any future involvement in the initiative and all participants are welcome to leave once the breeding process is complete...”

  Just hearing herself say the word ‘breed’ caused her to suck in a breath, her stomach pooling with a dangerous warmth.

  She couldn’t help but think of that pearlescent skin from a week ago.

  Were they all so gorgeous?

  Misha kept reading, realizing several things that had been laid out in detail.

  First, that contrary to human birthing cycles, this was much quicker: only a few weeks in which time the human would need to stay on-site, and relatively painless, with no after-effects.

  Second, the actual mating cycle was considered highly enjoyable for human participants.

  And third, there was no parental responsibility required after delivery.

  It hadn’t even crossed her mind that humans and the Debir were compatible that way at all.

  Considering the amount of money and no strings attached agreement, Misha sat in that bathroom stall going over everything in the packet, attempting to figure out what the loopholes were.

  So far the Debir as a race had shown themselves to be honest and upfront in all they did; lying did not appear to be anything but a human trait.

  Still, she thought this was all a joke until she felt a small piece of card stock in the envelope that she must have missed in her nervousness.

  It was a note, written in careful hand and not just printed out.

  ‘It would be an honor for me if you would consider the initiative.

  Thank you for the caffeinated beverage.

  I sincerely enjoyed it.

  Venav the Second to G'hazah

  Senior Diplomatic Liaison - Human/Debir Relations’

  Misha’s breath completely left her.

  “Well...shit.”

  CHAPTER THREE

  Even though the packet had said it was optional, Misha couldn’t shake the feeling that it really wasn’t. That somehow her life could get a whole lot harder if she didn’t show up voluntarily.

  As much as the packet had been informative, she still wasn’t exactly sure about just how ‘willing’ she wanted to be.

  But there was still Venav...

  She now had a name for the Debir she had met, and thinking of him and how polite and courteous he had been did something to settle her, and she wondered why he had picked her, and whether or not she would even see him again.

  Her arm shook as she held onto the hand rail of the bus, her heart beat increasing with every stop that put her closer to the embassy.

  She almost didn’t get off the bus; part of her wanting to just keep on passing by but somehow she managed to move her feet, slowly getting off and walking towards the exterior check-in area to pass through security.

  Despite it being called an embassy, it was several buildings all linked together, like a mini city-center.

  It looked a whole lot bigger in person than it had on the TV.

  Surprisingly, there was line of humans waiting to get through a security check-point.

  Most were dressed in business attire and Misha doubted their business was about whether or not to be used as an alien baby maker.

  She almost laughed at the thought before she found herself staring at a teal skinned Debir with navy blue eyes who was seated behind a security desk.

  “Hello. What is the purpose of your visit?”

  The Debir’s voice was nothing like Venav’s; lighter and softer with none of that rich baritone Misha had been thinking about nonstop since she’d heard it.

  “Oh, right, um...” Misha fumbled with the manila envelope in her hand, pulling out the piece of paper that had indicated it be shown to security upon arrival.

  She wasn’t sure what reaction she was expecting...disgust maybe? Surprise? Laughter?

  But instead they took the paper through the slot underneath the glass and began typing away.

  “Please come through. Someone will arrive shortly to escort you.”

  Misha nodded, finding herself being given a quick and polite security scan of her person before taking a seat in a small waiting area.

  She was the only one there while people shuffled by her and it was impossible for her not to feel ridiculous now.

  It would be best if she stood up and left the way she came in.

  She refused to think of herself as a prisoner...yet.

  Misha might not have been the most intelligent person out there, but she wasn’t the dumbest, and it had been stupid to tell her work that she’d come down with that crazy viral infection that required at least a month off to recover from and-

  “Hello.”

  That all too familiar sound of rough velvet greeting her ears had her head snapping up , finding herself looking into those ember colored eyes that literally glowed.

  She could have sworn he sounded relieved and just a little nervous in that one word greeting.

  “Hello.” She managed to reply, unable to resist taking in the long black robe pulled taught over his chest and cinched tight at the waist.

  His upper half was adorned with various metals and pins making him look rather important...and hot.

  She didn’t see him open his mouth to speak before she nervously plowed ahead.

  “I-yes...well..I uh...didn’t want to be dragged here or anything...” she joked lamely, mentally kicking herself as she watched Venav frown and look at her in mild alarm.

  “Did you not read the dossier? No one will force you. If you do not wish to-“

  “It’s fine. Really. Well, I mean, it’s not fine but I can’t stop thinking about you. I mean this!” she added hastily, trying not to blush.

  She saw his eyes flash silver like they had back in the coffee shop.

  ‘What did that mean when they change color like that?,’ she thought to herself.

  “I see...” he responded after a moment, clearing his throat before politely motioning to a door that had slid open, leading them through an exterior walkway to the gardens.

  Despite the awkward silence now, Misha couldn’t help but look over at him repeatedly as they walked.

  Granted, she barely came up to his stomach, but it was impossible not to try and memorize his appearance.

  His skin color shifted in the sunlight, becoming a sheer light blue every time she looked over out of the corner of her eye.