Page 38 of Claimed By the Deep
"Need to taste you." His voice drops to that register that vibrates straight to my clit. "Need to remember what you sound like when you scream."
A thick tentacle pushes between my legs without preamble, finding me already slick. I cry out, back bowing off the stone as he sets a merciless rhythm.
"Yes," he says, eyes fixed on where his appendage disappears inside me. "So wet for me already."
Another tentacle joins the assault, this one wrapping around my breast and squeezing just shy of pain. A third finds my clit, circling with relentless pressure that has me cursing and grabbing at his shoulders.
"You want to know what I thought about?" His mouth finds my neck, teeth scraping sensitive skin. "I thought about breeding you until you can't remember your own name. Until all you know is me."
"Cyreus," I gasp as he hits that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes. "Fuck—please—"
"Please what?" His voice is rough, demanding. "Say it. Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want your cock inside me," I pant, beyond pride or pretense. "I want you to fuck me like you're afraid I'll disappear. Like you're claiming me."
He snarls and replaces his tentacle with something thicker, hotter. His thick alien cock. The stretch burns deliciously as he pushes in all at once, giving me no time to adjust.
"This what you wanted?" He sets a brutal pace, each thrust jolting me against the stone. "This hard enough for you?"
"Yes," I gasp, nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood—if he had blood. "Don't stop—don't you fucking dare stop—"
His rhythm is relentless, animalistic. Multiple tentacles work my body simultaneously—one pinching my nipple, another rubbing my clit with perfect pressure, two more gripping my thighs so hard I'll have marks tomorrow. I don't care. I want the marks.
"Let everyone see what you are," he growls against my ear. "Mine. Say it."
"Yours," I moan as pressure builds low in my belly. "Fuck, Cyreus, I'm going to come—"
"Do it," he commands, slamming into me harder. "Let me feel that tight cunt squeeze my cock."
I come with a scream that echoes across the water, inner muscles clenching around him in waves. He doesn't slow, just fucks me through it until I'm gasping.
Before I can catch my breath, he flips our position with that inhuman strength. Now I'm straddling his lap on the rock, his cock still buried inside me.
"Again," he demands, gripping my hips with bruising force. "Ride me. Show me how much you missed this."
I plant my hands on his chest and start moving, setting my own brutal pace. His tentacles continue their assault on my other sensitive spots, giving me no chance to recover.
"That's it," he hisses, watching where our bodies join. "Take what you need. Take everything."
When I try to slow down, overwhelmed by sensation, his grip tightens.
"Don't you dare hold back," he warns, voice strained with his own approaching climax. "I want all of you. Every. Fucking. Drop."
The second orgasm hits even harder than the first, tearing a hoarse cry from my throat. This time he follows me over, his release flooding me with inhuman heat as he makes sounds no human vocal cords could produce—part roar, part harmonic vibration.
Afterward, we collapse together in the water, my body draped across his chest like a rag doll. His tentacles still hold me, but gently now, cradling rather than gripping. Three heartbeats thud against my ear, gradually slowing from their frantic rhythm.
"I missed you too," I murmur against his chest, drawing a soft laugh that reverberates through both our bodies.
"So I gathered." His hands trace patterns along my spine, touch light enough to raise goosebumps. "Does this mean our disagreement is officially resolved?"
"Mmm. We might need one more round of reconciliation to be certain." I lift my head to see his face, flushed and satisfied. I kiss him again, not ready to let him go.
Meridian
EIGHTEEN
Autumn sunlight glints off Deep Pockets' rails as I secure my equipment. Today feels different. The familiar weight of solitude is gone.
