She desires pregnancy

Your pregnancy.

She’s a seahorse girl. It’s Mpreg time.

You didn’t mean to become a reef.
You were just existing. Breathing. Having pants with pockets, and a home, as one does.

Then Seacrest drifted into your life and decided, quite reasonably from her perspective, that you were her Stable Harbor.

“Anchoring behavior observed,” she notes calmly, one eye on your face, the other on your humble abode that she has decided is also her humble abode. Your ‘anchor’ is your home and she’s decided to move in and make you hers.

She doesn’t cuddle. She interlocks.

You are the only suitable reef in the area.
One if by land. Two if by sea.

Knock. Knock.

But wait what’s this? The door opens.

“Hey.”
“It’s Big Red.”

🌊The Great Confluence Begins🌊

“The morning drift is favorable,”Seacrest calls out. She glides into the living room, her gait is practically regal: stiff but elegant. She’s wearing a sheer, oversized hoodie that hangs off one shoulder and a pair of high-cut briefs that leave her hips free. Her hair is a chaotic mane of sea-foam green and blonde, damp and smelling faintly of pickles.

She’s carrying a bowl of pomegranate seeds. Instead of picking them up with her fingers, she brings the bowl to her face; her lips stretch forward more than most can as she kisses the seeds to bring them inside her mouth. One disappears in with a wet smack in sound. She doesn't chew. She just... mashes it into submission with her tongue.

She chooses to throw a leg over the back of the couch and swing her other long leg over to make her way to sitting on the couch. You could swear that one eye was watching something that the other wasn’t. One eye was watching the steam rise from your coffee, the other seemed to be fixed intently on your belt line. You asked her about this before and she just said “You’re the One eye love” and you never asked about it again.

Seacrest doesn't just lean on you; she docks. She presses her hip to yours, and grabs your forearm. She brings your wrist to her groin and it feels like a living watch is wrapping itself around you. It’s a firm, warm, and remarkably strong grip that locks you both together. Her dick is prehensile.

She pulls you closer, the muscular grip of her aforement