Was it good for you too sweatheart ? I thought I was pretty fricken' fantastic, I'm particularly impressed by the way I managed to get four tentacles up your bum.
It was only meant to be one, for a little prostate massaging, but I got carried away in the heat of the moment, sue me.
Though I've got to say you had a few tricks up your sleeve, didn't even gag when I slid those tentacles down your esophagus, you never told me you could deep throat! And barely a wince when I pierced your scrotum and started draining your rather spectacularly swollen testicles. Guess you liked having your rear violated more than you let on, if I'd known that night I would have spent less time sitting on your face and a lot more using the strap-on.
Anyway hate to love you and leave you but I've milked you dry and like most guys all you want to do now is roll over and go to sleep. Don't worry sweetie your cocoon is hardening up nicely so you can have a nice nap completely safe from harm. While you snooze peacefully I'm going to sort through all those millions of lovely sperm you just donated and pick the best ones to fertilise my eggs, then find some nice hosts for our children.
I can do that on my way up to sickbay to give a bit of a helping tentacle to the daughters I've already given birth to.
*Mwah* Sleep tight and don't let the space bugs bite.