Page 26 of Kept By the Kraken

“But no tail.” I swat her ass and she yelps, jumping in my arms, her plump breasts bouncing against my chest. I’m half tempted to pick her up and carry her back to bed.

Her eyes narrow. “No. I’m getting in the water. Ravish me there.”

“All right, Wildcat. Hang on to me. I promise I’ll keep you safe. No matter what we see, the other creatures won’t bother us. Stick close to my side.”

I let my Beast take our skin. The magic glows for a moment, then my body transforms with the full shift. It isn’t as painful as usual, more of a deep aching stretch. When I’m finished, I open my eyes with the sight of my kraken and find Penelope staring at me in wonder.

“Hello, Beastie.” My mate grins as I scoop her up. “You’re beautiful.” She runs her hands through the tentacles that replaced my beard.

I rumble my answer, and it’s the two of us, my kraken and me, sharing our skin as one in a way I haven’t in many lifetimes. My tentacles wrap around her, holding her tightly. I’m overcome with his pleasure as he properly holds her for the first time.

Taking the plunge, I jump into the water with Penelope flush against my chest. She squeals except no sound escapes, only a rush of bubbles from the ring around her throat. Her eyes widen comically, and her hand reaches up to check. The bubbles must tickle her because she laughs and does it again.

“Hold on,” I tell her, curious if our bond has grown enough to include the connection.

“Bjorn?” Her honeyed voice echoes in my mind, and I nod. “Holy shit. That’s wild.”

I turn her around in my appendages so that she rests with her back against my torso. Then I take off through the water. The bay is a highway of activity as the sun sets above the surface. Larger fish feed, crabs scurry about, and the rocks are teaming with life. Penelope is curious, thrumming with excitement, and I slow to let her take it all in.

We swim to the deep-sea coral gardens, and I watch with amusement as Penelope yanks on my arm and tries to pull me where she wants. I relax my hold and let her explore. As she gets a feel for it, swimming closer to watch a group of starfish and lobster skitter along the rocks, I take in my underwater home with new eyes.

Many of the creatures on the reef use bioluminescence that humans can’t detect, and the sea beneath the waves is lit up like a human carnival. Animals blink and undulate, sending signals that flash in colorful waves. Penelope gasps at the show, my magic allowing her to see the deep in a new way. Her bubbles float to me, tickling along my torso. I can’t stand to have her far for long, and my appendages wrap her up, pulling her to me.

Her inky hair swirls in the water and her eyes glow a luminous gold with my magic. “Thank you, Bjorn.”

I kiss her, wrapping her legs around my waist and holding her ass in my claws. My tentacles can’t stop touching her, slithering up her calves and arms, feasting on her taste as theywrap around her. Even in my first lifetime, my kraken did not take our mate this way. He is desperate to truly claim her.

As if she heard my thought, Penelope says, “Take me like this. I want my Beastie too.”

Her delicate hands travel along my torso, rubbing the raised feelers. It lights up my skin and makes me ache with the need to rut. My mating tentacle grows heavy and seeks her center. The club with its sloped head is already sensitive and leaking slick, eager to pump her full of cum and get her heavy with my hatchling.

I push her against the rocks, my tentacles wrapping around her to ensure her skin doesn’t chafe, and suck along her breasts and belly. My suckers go wild, every part of me desperate to taste her. My tentacle strokes her pussy until she’s coated in my essence. Another of my appendages goes to work on her tight ass, rubbing and circling until the tip of the tentacle pushes inside.

She lets loose a torment of bubbles, thrashing against my hold.

There’s my Wildcat.

Another tentacle slithers to her clit, a sucker tugging it into its hold. My tentacle thrusts inside her tight pussy as another fucks her ass, and I groan at the pleasure. It expands, filling her until it can latch onto her walls.

Pulling back from her sweet tits, I glide up to her mouth. My tentacles shift through water until I’ve got her tucked up against me and wrapped in my claws. I thrust, and the move pushes me deeper.

We spin as I propel us through the water, pumping into her. She thrashes against my hold, eager to test her restraints. I squeeze her tighter, and her body goes lax at my possession.

She moans, and I capture it with my mouth, her bubbles tickling along my feelers. Everything around us fades as sherocks into me. All my feelers are alive with the taste of her. I grind deeper.

“Come for me, sweet Violet,” I say through our link.

At my command, she lets go in a thundering climax that trips my own. I pump her full of my cum, shaking as the overwhelming orgasm rips through me. The power of it sets off my magic and my skin burns with her brand.

“Mine. Little mate. All mine,” my Beast demands, the thought loud and commanding in the bond between us.

“Yes,” Penelope assures me.

My kraken and I rumble our satisfaction. We float beneath the surface, lazily, my claim on her never loosening. I cocoon her in my appendages.

Her muscles loosen and she becomes jelly in my arms. I tuck her closer to my chest and cradle her against me as I swim toward home. She kisses my chest and closes her eyes as we speed through the water.

“Best swim ever,” she says in the bond.

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