After Holly becomes the mother to an alien baby, Sian demands that Holly gets impregnated—again! Can Holly find a way to avoid her fate? And is the tentacle alien actually falling in love with Holly? Find out in Holly gets Milked by the Tentacle Alien: a 4000 word (16 page) short story of lactation, romance, and revenge! More
After Holly becomes the mother to an alien baby, Sian demands that Holly gets impregnated—again! Can Holly find a way to avoid her fate? And is the tentacle alien actually falling in love with Holly? Find out in 'Holly gets Milked by the Tentacle Alien': a 4000 word (16 page) short story of lactation, romance, and revenge!
Warnings: strong language, explicit erotic content and adult themes. For mature audiences only.
If you love tentacles, you’ll love 'Holly Gets Milked By The Tentacle Alien'!
Sian was never going to let her go. Holly’s gaze flicked to the ceiling. She didn’t see any cameras, but she never knew when she was being watched. Sian had even filmed her with the tentacle alien, keeping the videos as blackmail, proof for the Immigration Department that Holly was contravening the Human Segregation Act of 2079.
The alien paused, loosening its grip on her. Its face-tentacles waved as it glanced at Holly in concern.
A tear slid down Holly’s cheek. She leant in, pressing her lips close to the side of the alien’s face, so that anyone watching couldn’t lip-read her words.
“Take me with you. Please.”
“Holly…” The tentacle alien had a gravelly voice, and could only communicate a few key words. Its body language was much more expressive, the position of its tentacles, their shifting colour which melded from pale blues to deep purple. Holly stared into its eyes, and saw only regret.
“You have to. I can’t stay here forever!” she said, her voice rising on a hysterical note.
The alien ducked its head, as though embarrassed.
“You want to leave, don’t you?” she asked, heedless of the cameras. “You hate her just as much as I do!”
The alien’s eyes widened, and it clamped a tentacle over Holly’s mouth, waving its other limbs urgently at the door, at the ceiling. The message was clear: not where they can hear you.
That was the problem. Sian’s ears and eyes were everywhere.