Page 23 of Kept By the Kraken

“It’s beautiful up here,” Penelope says, edging closer to the wall of glass. “Tell me about it.”

I indulge her curiosity, telling her about when I first settled here and worked the land, building the house and the tower. It’s been a long time since I’ve dared get close to another and it’s easier than I expected, as if a dam has burst on my silence and a century’s worth of words tumbles out.

Each time I answer one of her questions, it sparks a new one. What was it like, she asks time and time again. She doesn’t share many of her own stories, only interesting facts about a place I mention or the time period. I wonder if she’s protecting her secrets or if she simply forgets to share in her thirst for new knowledge.

The sun fades and the stars travel the sky as we talk. It isn’t until the light of sunrise returns that our words dry out, replaced by yawns.

I pick up my new mate and carry her to my room, then into the bathroom. Turning on the water in the shower, I wait for it to warm as I undress Penelope. She’s a sleep-drunk little thing in my arms, snuggly and soft.

In the shower, I wash her slowly, massaging her skin and scalp. When I run my fingers through her legs, she lets out a small whine and I realize she’s still a little swollen from my rough treatment yesterday. I wash myself quickly and towel us off before carrying her to the edge of the bed.

“You’re sore?” I ask, though I already know the answer.

“Not bad,” she mumbles and turns to crawl into bed.

I stop her with a hand on her thigh. “Let me care for you, Wildcat.”

Pulling her knees open, I expose her to me. My Beast nudges and I give him room. Penelope pushes back onto her elbows and drops her knees wider, looking down at me with soft eyes. She’s the picture of abundance and sensuality with every one of her round curves. Her dark hair pools around her shoulders and the violet of her eyes is so light, they almost glow. I’m awed by her.

My tentacles replace my beard, and her delicate hand comes out to stroke them. “What are you doing?”

“My kraken is made to take care of you.” I press kisses to her thigh as a tentacle massages her pussy.

She moans and throws back her head. “What is that?”

My tentacle slides into her entrance, rubbing its cream into her walls. She squeezes against me, and I nip her thigh.

“It’s to help you recover.” I press more kisses into her thick thighs and over her plump mound until I suck her clit with my tongue.

She grinds her pussy against my mouth. I push more of the warm gel into her tight channel, massaging and suckling her clit until she’s shaking. Her orgasm rushes through her, clamping down on my tentacle, and my dick jumps against my thigh, desperate to fill her. But she needs time to recover before taking my cock again. Instead, I kiss her thigh and pick up my sleepy, well-satisfied mate. I tuck her in my arms and situate the blankets.

“I’m glad the gods sent me to you,” she whispers.

“Me too, my mate.”

Her hand reaches up behind her to find my bearded tentacles and she curls her fingers into them. I kiss her head and my Beast rumbles his satisfaction, creating a deep vibrating sound in my chest that makes her muscles go lax.

Her breathing evens out, her chest rising and falling in a slow pattern that works to soothe my soul. I can feel her light in my chest and her weight in my arms. For the first time in as long as I can remember, when I shut my eyes, there is not only darkness but peace.

Chapter 13

Penelope

The throbbing in my nipples forces awareness to return. With groggy eyes, I watch as one of Bjorn’s suckers draws my nipples down hard. Shifting slightly in the bed makes my slick thighs rub together. I look back and smile when I realize Bjorn is asleep. His beard tentacles got curious. They slide along my torso and neck while one uses its suckers to tease my nipples.

I close my eyes again at the suckling sensation. My breasts are aching and my nipples puckered. The sensations travel through my core, and I squirm, arousal making me restless. My ass pushes against Bjorn as I squeeze my legs, trying to get pressure on my clit. He grumbles and his knee shifts between mine.

“Are you rubbing this sweet ass against me for a reason?” His voice is warm and deep with sleepiness, wrapping around me like a dream.

I grind down on the leg between mine. “It’s your Beast’s fault.”

His chuckle sends little vibrations along my back, and I shiver.

“We are of one mind on this.” He thrusts his hips, pushing his hard cock against my ass, and his suckers tug on my nipples. He turns me in his arms to face him enough that he can kiss me.

Bjorn’s lips languidly cover mine. We make out as if exploring one another and learning each other’s taste is the only thing we have to do. I rub my body against him, swiveling my hips, and his tentacles squeeze, pulling me closer. The delicious pressure of being bound by him makes my muscles loosen and my pussy wet.

He nips my bottom lip and soothes away the sting, sucking it into his mouth. At the same time, the suckers on my nipples pulse with little vibrations.

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