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Jerrry pins Talrenda down to the grassy lawn, his twirled tentacles forming the cock-like protrusion that she loves. He pins her down, his many appendages running over her body. He basically slobbers all over her. She gets wet and messy right there in front of anyone passing by. And quite a few people are trying to get home, watching on their public transit of choice, but Jerrry pays them no mind.

Talrenda, meanwhile, waves her fingers deep into his core and wraps her lips around one of his tentacles, sucking on the wriggling thing and staring into him with eyes that just beam with lust at him. She is his now, and she doesn't even care when his tentacles latch onto her top, ripping it apart with prodigious strength, and letting the tatters fall to the wayside.

Tentacles wrap around her tits, squeezing each of them all at once. The pregnant woman pulls her mouth free from the one tendril to scream out to all who would hear, leaking out milk ready to provide for the children he has provided for her.

Even though he pumps deep into her, his primal side wanting to give her more seeds to plant more new tentacled beasts into her, he runs his tentacles down her pelvis, spreading her lips apart and finding her clit. A limb splits open, letting smaller arms branch out and tickle at the sensitive nub. She screams, rocking her hips in an exaggerated spasm of delight. “More, more, give me… ahhh! I can't… I can't hold back anymore, I-!"

Jerrry senses that his female is reaching her peak, and he wants her to know just how much he's in control just how much his logical mind still exists. He pulls his tentacles free from her and rolls off to the side, making her lay there, feet on the ground, knees in the air, back arched, and pregnant body on full display. Her screams of orgasm fill the air as the sprinkle of squirting orgasm shoots up and waters his lawn. His clit ticklers continue playing at her, forcing more and more of her squirting delight into the air.

One eye closes, and another loses focus. It seems like she's about to wind down. Jerrry swirls his tentacles again and shoves it right inside her.

She pushes against the ground with her hands, raising her body up in an acrobatic arch, her pelvic area bulging from his probing cock. Fluids shoot out, mixing the two of them together as creamy cum and squirting juices shoot out of her and down along his probing arm.

“I have a question for you," Jerrry says. Answer how you want.

“Aaah… w… what!?"

“Will you marry me?" He asks, pulling his tendril out from her.

She stares at him, her focus slowly returning. She pants, a puddle forming between her legs on the ground. “I… I…"

—

The fields of Talrenda's homeland are beautiful this time of year. Tall grass swishes in the gentle winds, and the purple sky glows brightly with the bio-luminescence of the sun beetles. The priestess finishes painting the traditional markings upon Talrenda's swollen belly, the woman now dressed in white lingerie. “It's time," the priestess says.

The people gather in a large circle, all ages and sexes from Talrenda's tribe and her family members. They have done as they have done for generations. The bride steps out into the middle of the field, holding her pregnant belly, softly cooing. She smiles when she feels the kicking of her children inside her, almost ready to escape and join the world.

“Prove that you are fertile," the priestess says.

Talrenda nods, closing her eyes and calling out. “Jerrry… I am ready to accept you."

The crowd parts, and Jerrry slides in, awkwardly donning the traditional bridegroom headdress of her people. He holds it with two tentacles while he flops over towards her. “In front of your parents?" he hisses.

“You're the one who agreed to this," she whispers back, smirking.

Jerrry chortles and falls to the ground, his mating probing tentacles pointing upwards towards the sky. Holding onto Talrenda's back, Talrenda lowers herself, her lips spreading as she takes him in. She shudders, staring down at him with half-lidded eyes. She gasps, rolling herself over him and biting her lips. Being so pregnant has made her quite sensitive. What is usually an hours-long affair and ritual is over in moments when she cannot hold herself back, practically spraying him in her orgy of pleasure. “Gah, fuck!"

Jerrry shudders underneath of her. “Aaah, my mouth was open!" he says, wiping himself off.

“You have a problem with… with that…?" she asks, leaning back, her body glowing in the beetle light."

He wraps his tentacles around her, nuzzling her close to him, stroking her sides and her cheeks. “Never, love…"

“These two are joined!" the priestess says. And so, the family and friends all whoop and cheer, glad in the tidings of the newlyweds.

—

Jerrry sits on a rocking chair, his tentacles rubbing the arms. Sitting across from him are two humanoid figures, each of them sporting multiple arms and tentacles.

“And that, children," Jerrry says. “Is how I met your mother."

A quick whap from a ladle makes him yelp. Standing beside him, heavily pregnant with three little tentacled horrors attached Talrenda' breasts and her belly filled and kicking with more is Talrenda. “Honey, please. How many times do you have to tell that story? Seriously?"

“I'll stop when you stop getting knocked up. Can you promise me that?"

“Hm…" she taps her cheek. “I don't know, can you promise to stop being so fun in bed?"

The two old lovers laugh, leaving the grown-up children to be quite embarrassed.

“Yeah, uh… we'll remember that," one of them says.

“Have fun at work!" Talrenda shouts, waving them off, then smirking down at him. “Think that'll scare them straight?"

Jerrry gives her a slap on the ass. “Ah… fuck you."

“Fuck you, too," Talrenda says, giving him a quick kiss on a tentacle.