Page 66 of Nora's Kraken

“Off. Now.”

She’s no doubt got more control over her fine motor function right now than I do, and I’m not enough of a brute to destroy her things just because the need to have her bare is pounding through me with every beat of my two hearts.

“Pants, too,” I tell her, in case she’d like to keep those as well. “All of it.”

My little siren is in no hurry. Smirking at me, she takes a step back and tugs her wrist from my grasp. When she reaches for her waistband and unfastens her pants, her movements are too slow and deliberate for there to be any misunderstanding her intent.

Nora is teasing me. Taunting me. Paying me back in kind for the frustration I’ve put us both through this week. And I’m more than willing to let her have her fun. For a while.

With a tug and a shimmy, she slides her jeans off and kicks them aside. Her socks follow, leaving her in just her bra and panties. With more of that deliberate slowness, her bra goes next, baring her full, perfect breasts and rosy pink nipples already hardened with excitement. When she pauses with her hands tucked into the waistband of her panties, though, I find my patience wearing thin.

Raising two tentacles in warning, I give her a long, hard look. “I am more than capable of dealing with those, if you aren’t.”

A pulse of delight from my treasure, smiling brightly as she continues to toy with them. “I think I can manage.”

“That may be,” I tell her, grasping onto the fabric at her hips with those two tentacles. “But I don’t know if I can wait that long, little siren.”

The lacy thing tears from her body like tissue paper, making Nora gasp and leaving her entirely bare before me. I want to grab her, pull her into the water, but leaning back and giving her a long, admiring look seems like almost as good an option. With the added benefit of letting her choose to come to me, and giving her any last time she might need to reconsider.

But it would seem my siren’s mind is made up.

She wades slowly into the pool, getting used to the temperature of the water, and when her eyes meet mine again she laughs. Standing on the third step down, the water laps at her waist, leaving her torso bare and dappling her body in shifting, rippling light.

“What?” I ask, staring spell-bound and the impossibly erotic sight she presents.

Nora shakes her head and laughs softly again, then gestures to herself. “I feel like some kind of sacrifice coming to you like this.”

My blood races, and I reach a tentacle out under the water to tease against one of her thighs. Nora gasps, but leans into the touch and takes another step into the water.

“A worthy offering,” I tell her, wrapping that tentacle around her waist. “Any ocean god would be pleased with such a gift.”

She comes to me willingly, eagerly, running her hands over the tentacle that has her bound and relaxing into my hold as I reel her in. Pressed against my body, the warmth of her radiating through every part of me, she leans up and nips at my ear.

“What about a terrible, fearsome sea monster? Would I make a worthy sacrifice for him, too?”

“That depends on whether you were a willing tribute.”

“And if I was?”

“If you were, little siren…” I say, winding two more tentacles around her and lifting her out of the water. I keep her there, hovering just over the surface at the perfect height to feast on. “Then I would have no choice but to worship you.”

The words are low and rumbling, spoken into the soft skin of her inner thigh as I inch closer and closer to her cunt. Nora gasps again and shifts for me, opens for me, trembling with anticipation. And with the first swipe of my tongue over her damp, warm, swollen flesh, she cries out and arches against my hold.

The sight of her bound in my tentacles is more erotic than anything I ever could have imagined. Wrapped around her soft, plush body, squeezing her tight, keeping her still when she bucks and writhes with pleasure, it draws on that same dark instinct howling up from the bottom of my soul.

Claim her. Keep her. Fuck her.

I settle for devouring her instead, savoring the offering she brings to me so sweetly.

The taste of her only stokes those instincts higher, stronger, closer to the brink of blissful oblivion. Her thighs bracket the sides of my head and I grunt in approval, tightening my grip on her and sinking my fingertips into the curve of her ass.

It doesn’t take long until her body is taut and straining, cries growing louder and more insistent. When I bring a tentacle up to work in tandem with my mouth, to tease around her wet, pulsing entrance, breaching her just enough for her to feel the stretch, Nora implodes.

I stroke and ease her through every spasm of her climax, keeping her firmly held as she comes apart against my lips.

When she’s finally settled down, I lower her into the water and shift her against me, turning her in my tentacles so she’s got her back pressed to my chest. She leans into me, arches her neck to claim my lips in a long, scorching kiss. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I tug her head back and plunder her mouth as my tentacles continue to caress and explore.

She’s only taken the smallest parts of me—the tip of a tentacle, the slow draw of one of my suckers—and I monitor her every reaction as I give her a bit more. A tentacle, delving deeper into her; a sucker, wrapped around her clit. Any sign of displeasure, any hint of hesitation, and I’ll pull back, but Nora gives me nothing but sweet moans and wordless pleas for more.

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