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I remove my hand, letting Erin take control. She’s not looking at me, but rather down to where her hand disappears inside my pouch. She moves her knuckles down my length and groans at what she finds. I can’t help but smirk.

“Is your cock…ribbed?” She whispersthe last part, apparently forgetting we are alone, and there’s no need for secrets. Not between us.

“See for yourself, sweet girl.”

My words are the consent she needs to wrap her hand around my cock. I groan, my body tensing. This woman doesn’t know the effect she has on me, and I feel like a guppy who is having sex for the first time. It takes all my concentration not to thrust into her hand and chase my own orgasm, but I don’t want it to end that quickly.

Erin slowly—torturously—pulls my cock from my pouch, exposing every inch of me. My wife sucks in a deep breath as she takes me in. “Are you sure that’s not another tentacle?”

Despite the growing need for her, I can’t help but laugh. Even for a kraken, I’m big. My cock is a darker red than my tentacles, ending in a mushroom tip. As Erin pointed out, my cock is ribbed, ready to give my partners the most intense pleasure. Despite the size and color, though, it clearly doesn’t resemble another tentacle.

“Very sure.” To prove it, I fist my cock, giving myself a rough stroke. The pleasure is intense, but not what I want. My new wife bites her lip as she takes me in. She’s always been beautiful, but at this moment, she’s never looked better. I want to devour her.

Erin moves closer, swatting my hand away and replacing it with her own again. “Let me take care of you.” I make no arguments.

Erin lowers herself. It’s awkward at first, since she’s fighting against the water and still learning how to move in the ocean. She’s gotten better at moving with thewater since she’s been here, and, in a matter of seconds, she’s on her knees, looking up at me. I remain still, each muscle of my body tightening. It’s pure, sweet torture, but one I’ll endure for her.

“How are you real?” she asks in reverence, as if I’m the one who should be worshiped. I am but a humble servant to my beautiful wife. But I don’t have the chance to respond, because Erin takes my cock into her warm mouth. And my brain stops. All it knows is pleasure.

Erin hums around my length, her mouth open obscenely wide as she takes more of me down her throat. She wraps her hand around the base of my cock and starts to move. With each bob of her head and stroke of her hand, I’m pushed further and further into madness.

I hadn’t expected this. Hadn’t planned for my bride to be on her knees taking my cock on our wedding day. Not that I hadn’t thought about it. I did. More often than I care to admit, but Erin’s been through hell with a man who didn’t appreciate her. It left her having to pick up the pieces he chipped away at for years. She’s just now beginning to put herself back together, stronger than before.

So I never wanted to push her.

Erin’s sharp nails dig into my cock. I hiss, bucking my hips forward. She groans and relaxes her mouth. That sinful mouth pulls moans from my lips.

“Fuck, sweet girl. Keep this up, and I’m not going to last much longer.” My words only serve to drive her harder, sparking something within her. She sucks my cock like it’s her job. Like every second I’m not orgasming is a disgrace.

I come undone. Hard. My mouth opens and closes, and then, only a strangled groan leaves my lips as I come for her. I expect Erin to pull away. Hell, I even start to pull away, but my wife is incessant. She pulls me back, sucking and licking me throughout my orgasm. It’s messy. It’s hot. I fear I’m addicted.

When she takes everything from me, Erin pulls back with a pop, a cocky smile on her face, one I have never seen before. It looks damn good on her. She licks her lips, clearing the last traces of my arousal away. “I see why men could never get me off now,” she hums.

“Oh? And why is that?”

Then Erin says something that cements my feelings for her.

“Because I was always meant to be a kraken’s wife.”

I don’t let her get far. I grab her and pull her up to me. My lips meet hers with a hungry need, despite already having her once. It’s not enough. Never will be enough.

Together, we fall back on the couch, and this is where we stay for the rest of our wedding celebration.

Chapter 28

Erin

Idon’t remember getting back to our room last night, but here we are. Sometime between getting railed by real-life tentacles and now, I must have been carried up to our bedroom. Allarick is angled toward me, still fast asleep, with his arm over my chest.

My bare chest.

Allarick, now back in human form, is naked as well. The thin white sheet covers the best parts of him, but his strong thigh is on perfect view. I can’t help but wonder what his human cock would look like. Would he be just as long and thick? Would he taste different?

Never in my life did I think this is something I’d need to consider. Life can change in a blink of an eye, and mine has changed dramatically. The Erin who entered Mescos? She’s gone. I’m not the same Erin who is constantly looking over her shoulder, scared for her life. This new version of me is something I didn’t think possible.

I’ve taken the broken pieces of me that have beenchipped away for years and slowly reconstructed them into something I never thought I could be. Brave. Strong. Opinionated. Resourceful.

Allarick had a big hand in helping me heal, and a big piece of me was healed yesterday after our wedding. I gave myself to the man I’m falling for. Allarick is the last person who has seen my body, and the person I gave myself to willingly. Perhaps it was too soon, and maybe others won’t understand my choices. But it doesn’t matter because I don’t regret the decision. I would make it again and again if it leaves me feeling like this.

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