Page 95 of Nora's Kraken

Nora has done beautifully. She’s been perfect. Not that I ever expected anything else from my little siren.

Unable to wait a moment longer, I twine my tentacles beneath the shirt and the skirt she’s wearing, searching for seams that tear easily away from her warm, delicious body. Beneath, she’s not wearing anything else, a naughty little detail I wasn’t even aware of until I had her writhing in my grasp.

Once she’s bare, I can’t help but wrap her up in a couple of tentacles and hold her out in front of me, taking a few long moments to admire her. Everything about Nora is glowing. Her creamy skin accented by splashes of flushed pink, her magnificent hazel eyes glazed over with lust, her golden brown hair wild and wavy with sea salt.

Drawing her to me, I twine a hand into her hair and tip her head back. She moans a little at the sharp tug, and presses herself closer.

When I wrap two tentacles around her thighs, I’m greeted with the warm, damp feel of her arousal and a pulse of sheer lust through the bond between us. I could thrust into her now and she’d already be wet and ready for me.

Still, I hold back. It’s not time. Not yet.

This ritual we’ve acted out today has another purpose as well. One that’s much, much more meaningful than sex.

Not that sex with Nora is ever meaningless, but there’s something else I want from my mate today. Something I’m more than certain she’s ready to give me.

“Little siren,” I croon, wrapping her up more securely, holding her still and open for me, legs spread wide and wanting little cunt positioned just over where my shifted cock is ready to drive into her. “I’ve captured you, and I would claim you.”

I’m ready for my mate to belong to me completely. To bind herself to me. To spend the rest of our days as one.

In my grasp, a shiver runs through her, no doubt a response to everything pulsing through the bond between us. The tenderness, the love, the trust, the simmering lust and the promise of forever. It fills me up and leaves no more room for doubt, no capacity to wait another day, another hour, another minute for her to be mine.

Where the bond comes from, and the magick it offers those it chooses, is still a mystery. From our gods or the cosmos or fate itself, who’s to say?

What I do know is that Nora is breathless and smiling at me, trussed up so prettily in my tentacles, with love shining clearly from every inch of her.

“I accept your claim, Elias,” she says. “And I’d claim you as well.”

“Yes, little siren” I murmur, sliding her down onto my cock. “For as long as my two hearts beat they’re yours.”

Nora cries out as I fill her, and my entire being hums with vibrant awareness of her as the last threads of our bond weave themselves together.

“Who do you belong to, Nora?” I ask as I bottom out inside of her. “Who holds your soul?”

“You do!” she moans, back arching with pleasure. “I’m yours.”

With that final acquiescence, I lose myself in her completely.

There are times when I’m more than happy to let my little siren take the lead. To ride me and claim me how she wishes. But today? Today she’s mine. Still holding her firmly, I move her up and down my cock.

We’ve decided on a word—chai—she says it, and I’ll stop, but in our prior discussions she was open to this, eager for this, and by her reactions now she’s having no second thoughts. Her body is limp and trusting, lax and pliable as I glide her up and down, reveling in the slick slide of her cunt on me.

It’s not until I reach for her clit with another tentacle, covering it with a sucker and drawing sharply on its stiff, sensitive peak, that she tenses back up. When she arches and writhes against me, I start moving as well, meeting the push and pull of her body with hard, deep thrusts into her. Ratcheting up the pressure on her clit, I lean forward and graze my teeth over her throat.

“My mate,” I murmur. “My beautiful siren.”

Another tentacle reaches around to cup her ass, dipping between the two firm, round swells to tease against the tight ring of muscle between.

“Will you let me claim you completely?”

I almost think Nora’s beyond the capability of providing a reply, and am about to draw back when her eyes flutter open and meet mine, the entirety of my soul contained within them.

“Yes,” she breathes, claiming my mouth in a searing kiss and murmuring against my lips. “Please.”

I drive into her there, too, and it sends her over the edge. Her inner muscles clench down, her body is wracked with spasms of pleasure, and I devour the scream of bliss from her lips.

All of it, combined with the unimaginable sensation of her through our bond and the soul-shattering feeling of joining with her completely, throws me over my own precipice. I spill myself within her, groaning into her mouth and losing myself completely in the joy of claiming my mate.

It’s not until a few minutes—or hours, or days, who’s really to say?—later, when I’m sprawled out on the floor of the sea cave with my mate stretched out on top of me, that some semblance of sanity returns.

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