Page 67 of Nora's Kraken

All of it makes my mating tentacle throb where it’s pressed snugly against her ass. It’s no secret she can feel it, too, as she grinds herself against me. Over and over, she rubs against the length of it, tempting and taunting and making me want things I’m not altogether certain she’s ready for.

Taking a deep breath and getting a handle on myself, I pull my tentacles away from her cunt and lean down to murmur into her ear.

“How much of me do you want, little siren?”

I have to ask her. I have to know where my boundaries need to be. If it were up to me, I’d give her everything I have. I’d fill her so completely there would never be room for anyone else. I’d keep her here for hours—fucking her, making her see stars, giving her orgasm after orgasm until she was begging for mercy.

Nora doesn’t answer right away, still moving her hips against my shifted cock, chasing the pleasure I’m more than willing to give her. When I press my teeth into her skin in a small reminder, though, she leans her head back to look up at me.

And fuck, is she beautiful. Eyes glazed with pleasure, lips swollen and parted on a gasp, cheeks flushed, she looks every inch the siren that she is.

“All of you,” she whispers. “I want all of you, Elias.”

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Nora

I’m still coming down from the earth-shattering orgasm Elias just gave me, but with his cock pressed against my ass and those damned tentacles of his already stoking me back up, I mean every word.

“All of you. I want all of you, Elias.”

His answering groan echoes all the way down to my aching pussy.

“Are you sure?”

Craning my neck back, I catch his lips in a deep, slow kiss. I hope he can taste my certainty. I hope I’m telling him what I need when the words don’t seem like enough.

Maybe it’s what I’ve always needed. Someone to be patient with me. Someone to be careful with me. Someone who’s shown me time and time again that what I want matters more than anything.

Elias moves us into the shallow end of the pool with my back still pressed to his chest. He has a tentacle wrapped around each of my thighs, holding me open, and another banded around my waist to keep me still and pinned against him. When a fourth winds its way up my neck, gently tipping my head back so he can nip at my lips, I taste the ocean.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes, I trust you.”

The tentacle around my neck shifts slightly, tipping my head forward. “Look down, Nora. See what you do to me.”

Between my legs, his mating tentacle is thick and hard and pulsing against my damp pussy, and it’s not the only thing that wants in.

I’ve entirely lost track of the number of appendages my kraken has, but when yet another tentacle probes against me, all I can do is buck and rear back into him, crying out at the unfamiliar sensation. He hasn’t gone this deep before. He’s only given me light, teasing touches and shallow dips inside, nothing like the deep, insistent way he’s stroking into me now.

“That’s it,” Elias grates out when I bear down and shift open to take him deeper. “Just like that, Nora.”

Warmth floods through me with his graveled praise. Warmth and trust and painfully sweet tenderness that only ratchets up every other sensation.

The feeling of Elias’s tentacle breaching me, filling me, diving deep and branding me from the inside out, is like absolutely nothing I’ve ever felt before. Pulsing and alive, twisting and shifting and fitting itself to the shape of me.

I look down, and the sight of that blue-gray tentacle disappearing inside of me sends an impossibly erotic thrill to the bottom of my belly and the tips of my toes.

Elias follows my gaze. “So pretty, my treasure. Do you think you can take some more?”

I nod, but he brings a hand up to cup my chin, tilting my head back toward him.

“Let me hear your words.”

“Yes! I want more.”

“Ask, and it’s yours,” he rasps, and pushes in another few inches.

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