Page 41 of Hot Monster Summer

Before I've had time to come down from my pleasure peak he slips both tentacles out of me, replacing them with his prehensile penis, its shaft lined with suckers. It is more humanoid than the tentacles, though definitely not human in its dimensions or capabilities.

“Mine,” he growls, the sound vibrating through the water around us as he fills me completely.

The dual sensation of being filled by him while his tentacles continue their relentless exploration pushes me into a third climax immediately following the second. This one tears a scream from my throat that emerges as a stream of bubbles, my body clenching around him with such force that his eyes widen in surprise and pleasure.

As stars fall around me, Caspian flips me over and cradles me in his tentacles. They grip my arms and legs firmly into place as he takes me from behind, never letting up his stimulating ministrations. With my body held in place, Caspian applies gentle pressure to my throat, causing my head to spin every time he releases. He has complete control over me and I don’t know how many more orgasms I can take.

“Caspian, I can’t,” I cry out. “It’s too much!”

“One more, sweet water Lily?” He asks as he flips me back around and pulls me in to his chest.

How can I deny this sea god, so intent on overflowing me with pleasure? I nod vigorously, accepting his challenge.

Caspian becomes more gentle, holding me rather than continuing to stimulate me. I can still feel my whole body tingling with delight.

Caspian enters me once more, bottoming out inside of me, spiraling his appendage in perfect synchronicity with his thrusting. As the pleasure builds once more, I become absolutelyferal for him, rocking and swirling my hips in a furious motion, desperate for another climax. His eyes grow wide and this time he loses all control.

“Lily,” he groans, “You feel—”

His words dissolve into a sound that’s half-growl, half-song as he explodes his release, his tentacles pulse in with an intense light that momentarily turns the surrounding waters into a blinding nova. I feel something flowing into me—not just physically but energetically, as if part of his essence is merging with mine. This orgasm combines the intensity of the previous ones with the sensuality of our connection.

When the light fades and the water calms, we’re floating in each other’s arms, my body still glowing faintly from within, his tentacles curled protectively around me.

“That was…” I struggle to find words adequate to describe what just happened between us.

“The beginning,” he says simply, touching my face with gentle fingers. “If you choose it to be.”

We drift together in the glowing pool, his tentacles still wrapped loosely around me, until my breathing gradually returns to normal. My body still hums with the aftereffects of pleasure so intense it transcends physical sensation.

“So,” I finally manage, “that’s kraken sex, huh?”

His laugh ripples through the water, low and melodious. “A simplified version, adapted for human physiology. The full experience might overwhelm you.”

“More overwhelming than that?” I raise an eyebrow, genuinely curious what could possibly top what I just experienced.

His smile is enigmatic. “Perhaps one day you’ll find out.”

The implication—that there could be a future where I’m more than human, capable of withstanding his full power—hangs between us, neither acknowledged nor denied.

Caspian guides me out of the glowing pool, my body still tingling with residual energy. As we emerge, I notice my skin has taken on a faint iridescence, subtle but unmistakable in the bioluminescent light of the ruins.

“What’s happening to me?” I ask, examining my arm where the glow seems to pulse just beneath the surface.

“The essence lingers,” he explains, one tentacle tracing the pattern of light along my forearm. “It will fade by morning unless you choose to make it permanent.”

There it is again—the choice. All three of them keep offering it, even as they claim me in their various ways.

“I need time,” I tell him, meeting his eyes.

“Time is something I have in abundance,” he says, drawing me close again. His tentacles wrap around me gently, supportively. “But you should know my claim on you is as strong as theirs now. It changes things.”

“Changes what, exactly?”

His expression grows serious. “The balance. The three of us have maintained an uneasy truce for centuries, respecting each other’s territories, avoiding conflict. But you—” he touches my cheek with gentle fingers, “—you’ve awakened want in all of us. The possibility of happiness, of a future.”

“I don’t want to create tension or hurt anyone,” I tell him.

“I know,” he agrees. “But with you, there’s a chance of companionship that spans more than a human lifetime, something we all want, but cannot all have.”

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