She should have listened. She should have questioned why her fiancee was out so late, so many nights, meeting with strange men in hoods and robes, carrying those strange tablets with markings she could not understand. She should have listened to her mother, her friends...
Now it was too late. The breeding ritual had begun.
Tentacles are not like mammals... they are cold blooded. Their penises slimy, and chilled. The semen, the eggs, were not warm. Cold, like thick and sticky cream... Her body was numb with fear as the first throbbing phallus drew near, her dress ripped to shreds, tears flowing down her cheeks. Numb. But not for long. No.
Not for long.
She should have listened.