Page 16 of Kept By the Kraken

“Fuck,” I moan.

His eyes flash and he’s backlight with a brilliant golden glow. I’m so mesmerized by the light that when something slick squeezes me, it takes me by surprise.

My eyes widen as I get a look at the tentacles that have replaced Bjorn’s beard. They’re crimson and speckled white, luminous, and more beautiful than I remember. I trace one of the appendages and it curls and twists around my hand. It’s soft but strong. Little feelers tickle my palm, almost a hello, before the tentacle retreats. Two of the others have wrapped themselves around my thighs. They’re slick, so there is little resistance as they twist along the sensitive skin. Then they squeeze and little hooks dig pricks of pleasure-pain into my flesh.

I don’t know what to think about the transformation, my mind unable to process the pleasure and confusion all at once. But that problem is solved for me when another tentacle teases my pussy, rubbing the textured ridges through my wetness and nudging at my entrance. It feels so good, thought is impossible.

It pushes inside, twisting and vibrating, just as Bjorn sucks my clit into his mouth. My back bows off the bed and more tentacles wrap around me. One circles my waist, another slides over my eyes, and still more bind my arms above my head. It’s a full-on takeover, every part of my body claimed by him until I surrender and give in to the rising tide of my climax.

My orgasm washes me away. I’m drifting on the feel of his appendages binding me. The deep pull of the suckers. The heat of his mouth. The way his tentacle slowly glides into my pussy, letting me ride out the wave. All of it together is pure bliss.

The wave keeps cresting as his tongue joins his tentacles, lapping at my entrance. The tip of his tentacle vibrates and expands, creating a buzzing pressure as he hits that spot deep inside that causes sparks to dance behind my eyelids. I’m stretched fuller than I’ve ever been, and it aches so good.

Suckers latch onto my nipples and the tentacle covering my eyes moves down to trace my lips. I open, curious about the feel and taste. It’s an explosion on my tongue of citrus and salt as my mouth dances with his tentacle in a semblance of a kiss.

All parts of him are focused on my pleasure as Bjorn takes me apart in a hundred little ways. It’s as though he’s paying attention to each shiver and breath so he can memorize every reaction. I’ve never had a lover worship me in bed, but that’s what it feels like he’s doing.

My heart and body respond, surrendering to the onslaught of pleasure. He pushes me to the peak again and again, until I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come. I’m sopping for him, slippery and aching.

“Bjorn, please. I want to see your eyes.” I squeeze my thighs, trying to signal my demand.

He gives one final flick against my clit and lifts up onto his knees. He’s part human and part creature from the deep. The combination of the man and monster should probably be frightening. But I don’t find anything inside but lust and a strong desire to get to know both sides of him.

“Take me.”

His eyes flash gold and he flips me over. His tentacles writhe and massage along my neck, plucking and teasing my skin into a frenzy as he slides his thick cock through my slick pussy. The head nudges inside, brushing along my entrance. He teases me, giving me only a little of the fullness I crave. But even the head of his cock stretches me, he’s so thick.

I push back against him, desperate and demanding, but his tentacles squeeze, holding me in place. On the next pass, he flexes his hips, and his cock fills me. I’m soaked, but that first thrust aches. He stills while I adjust. His big cock fills me to the brim, massaging my walls and hitting deep inside. He makes a husky, guttural grunt then slowly pulls out. Ridges or suckers,I’m not sure which, pulse along my channel, sending out waves of pleasure.

Human cocks don’t do that, but they should. It’s amazing, the sensations overwhelming. My pussy spasms and he picks up the pace, slamming his hips. Every thrust hits that deep spot of pleasure until my core is pulled tight. When I’m about to come, he pulls me up onto his lap and brings my back to his chest.

The tentacles of his beard wrap along my neck, squeezing, as he fucks me in deep strokes. His hand takes a possessive pass along my hip and between my legs to cup my pussy.

“Mine,” he grits out.

His fingers rub my clit exactly where I need at the same time the base of his cock expands and wedges inside, stretching me wide. I gasp, moaning at the fullness and the impossible pressure as my orgasm takes me. It’s so powerful, it wipes out my vision for a moment and my nails dig into his forearm for purchase from the onslaught of pleasure.

“Holy shit! You have a knot?” I moan, rocking and grinding down on him. I’ve read about them, even played with a fantasy toy that came equipped with the swollen bulge at the base of the dildo, but I never thought I would feel one.

He nods, groaning when I squeeze around him. His cock erupts, filling me with his cum, but it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. There is so much that it comes in spurts and each one makes my body shiver.

The tentacles wrapped around my neck glow that same golden hue, then tiny sharp hooks sink into my neck. Pain, searing and hot, flames up my throat, burning me like a brand. Something cool flows into my veins, and just as quickly, the fire is replaced by pleasure. Liquid euphoria seeps through my blood.

My mouth opens as I scream, my climax so intense it feels as though I’m swallowed by a crashing wave, swept under in arip tide. My cells transform at the molecular level, reorganizing themselves around this man’s claim. I am his, fundamentally.

His mate.

I’ve never heard the term except in stories, but the moment the term pops into my mind, I feel its truth. I was meant for the man and the creature.

The suckers along my neck detach and a cool gel coats my skin, the tentacle rubbing back and forth along my bites. It tingles and I giggle, pleasure drunk.

Bjorn pumps his hips again and I realize he’s still coming. I’m already stuffed full of him, warm cum leaking down my thighs. Languidly, I rock against him, enjoying the fullness and the slide of our slick bodies. My lips twist up, seeking his, and his mouth claims mine.

Between us, something stirs. Since I first saw him, I’ve felt this pull between us, like an anchor that hooks into my heart. The feeling swells, welding us together. It’s as if I can feel him inside me. He’s a warm, dark glow. Almost like a smoldering ember in my chest.

We kiss for an eternity as our bodies slowly come back down. He lays me on my side and pulls me to him, shifting his knees between my legs.

The questions that normally spin and whirl are quiet. I have a million reasons to obsess and analyze over what happened, but my brain can’t muster the energy. That can be a problem for tomorrow.

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