Page 24 of Kept By the Kraken

I moan into the kiss, panting and desperate. “Please,” I beg, completely uncaring how desperate I sound.

“What do you need, Little Violet?” His big palm travels over the swell of my ass and he takes a handful. The move opens my pussy. He dips his middle finger inside and applies pressure at my entrance.

I gasp. “I’m curious.”

“Of course you are.” Bjorn’s dark chuckle rumbles between us as he fucks me on that one thick finger.

“Your cock, it has special features?” My hand travels between us, reaching for him.

Bjorn traps my wrist and brings it above my head, flipping us so that I’m on my back. “Are you asking to touch my cock?”

“Yes. I want a turn to explore.”

He curses in his native tongue and the tentacles wrapped around my throat squeeze. The pressure doesn’t hurt so much as ache. When the little feelers brush at the sensitive skin near my ear, they’re rough and scratchy, making the area light up with tingling pleasure.

“Explore. But only if I can too. I want to taste you again.” He rolls us until I’m on top, then flips me around in a tangle of his limbs and tentacles until I’m straddling him and facing his cock.

I lean in and take him in one of my hands. It’s wide and covered in veins. The tip is an angry red and his slit dribbles pre-cum. The sight of it makes my pussy clench, desperate to feel him stretching me again. I use my fingers to swirl the pre-cum and massage the head, getting a feel for him.

Bjorn grunts and wraps his tentacles around my thighs and torso, bringing my pussy to his face. His fingers part me and I moan at the slight stretch. Wetness trickles down my thighs and Bjorn’s tongue flicks against it.

I squeeze his cock and pump his shaft, moaning at the feel of him. He’s so thick and hot in my hands. Imagining him filling me causes my pussy to constrict again. Bjorn swats my ass with one hand and slides his fingers through my center with the other.

“You healed nicely. But now I need to get you ready to take me.” He rubs along my slit, teasing me.

I bounce my hips, trying to get him where I want.

“Do that again,” he says, voice rough. “I want to see your pretty ass jiggle for me.”

His tentacles squeeze tighter, the little hooks pricking my skin. The slight scrape, mixed with the pressure and his gentle perusal, make me soaked.

“Mmm, that’s right. Every time you bounce your sweet ass for me, it gives me a little tease of your pink pussy.”

He kneads my cheeks, squeezing the flesh of my ass as I rock my hips for him, my ass bouncing. A low rumble of pleasure sounds in his chest, and the sound makes my heart stutter. I feel his heated gaze on me. No one has ever looked at me and made mefeelthe weight of it before. He likes what he sees, and he’s as desperate as I am. That knowledge lets loose some barrier inside me and I give over to my neediness, unashamed.

“Please,” I beg again. I need him to help me ease the empty feeling in my core. My body is brimming with energy everywhere, my breasts and pussy aching.

He rumbles a soothing sound. “Shh. I’ll not let you suffer, mate.”

His tongue flicks against my clit. It’s so good. I grind down on his mouth. He pops my ass and grabs hold, keeping me in position. The sharp sting makes me moan.

I return my attention to his cock, pumping him in my hands before leaning in to lick the tip. Even the head is a stretch. My lips part wide as I taste him. He’s citrus and ocean air, and I lap at him greedily while I twist my hands around his shaft. Feelers sprout like little ridges and a heaviness forms at the base.

I pop off to ask about it and he growls, “Don’t you dare stop.”

“But I have questions,” I tease.

His teeth sink into my ass as a tentacle circles my back hole, rubbing in something warm and wet. I open my mouth to ask another question and the tentacle wrapped around my torso squeezes, cutting me off.

I laugh at his frustration, but it quickly turns to a moan when that probing end presses into my ass and he fucks my pussy with his tongue. The questions die out as my body surrenders to the pleasure. I reach for his cock, taking more of him into my mouth. My tongue swirls around his shaft, catching on the ridges of his feelers.

It feels as if he’s everywhere all at once. His tentacle pushes into my ass, expanding and contracting on each glide. He sucks my clit, and his thick shaft stretches my mouth wide. Pleasure rushes through me, little fireflies of light dancing in my vision as I’m hurdled toward climax. I scream around his cock and gush against his mouth as my orgasm takes me under. Bjorn goes wild, pulling me closer and soaking up my release, his tongue fucking my pussy through the climax.

“I’m never going to get enough of how responsive you are, my Violet. Or how much you like having all your holes stuffed.” Bjorn flips me around in a blur of motion and settles me to straddle his lap.

“You make me feel beautiful,” I admit, running my palm along his cheek and through the tangle of tentacles along his jaw.

His icy blue eyes are speckled with the gold of his kraken. “You are. Your body was made to be worshiped.”

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