Page 12 of Party With the Kraken
The sound of my name on her lips, combined with the feeling of her wet heat wrapped around a part of me, has precum leaking out of the tip of my cock. Thank fuck I exclusively wear dark pants or she’d see the effect she has on me.
“Mmm,” is the only sound I’m able to make as I gently expand my tentacle inside her.
“Yes. Yes. That feels amazing,” Juniper whispers hurriedly, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she grinds down.
I curve my tentacle against her front wall, gently massaging the sensitive spot as I trail more kisses up her neck. Juniper’s breathing turns ragged, but I want her completely falling apart in my arms as she surrenders to pleasure.
I angle the tentacle, finding her swollen clit with one of my suckers, then pull. The first amount of suction is gentle, testing her response, then I slowly increase the pressure until her legs tremble and her back bows.
Just as Juniper sucks in a gasping breath, I place my mouth over hers, swallowing her cries as pleasure wracks her body. Her pussy pulses around my tentacle and I gently guide her through it before she goes limp in my arms.
When Juniper opens her eyes again, the turquoise pools are gleaming with appreciation and an adorable blush dusts her cheeks.
A pleased grin teases the corners of my lips.I did that. I brought her pleasure. Now to do it again and again and again, until she never wants to leave me.
She pulls me down toward her and rests our foreheads together. “When can we do that again?”
I slowly retract my tentacle, taking care not to touch too much of her clothing, then bring it to my mouth. Poking my tongue out, I lick the part that was inside her and groan at the delicious taste. “You’re going to get me addicted to you, aren’t you, my treasure?”
Surprising me, Juniper licks the opposite side of the purple appendage, tasting herself on me. “Not if you get me addicted to you first.”
Chapter 7
Juniper
Viggo rights my clothes and brushes the hair out of my face before placing a gentle kiss to my forehead. The sweet gesture makes my stomach do a funny whooshy thing. If I’m not careful he’s going to wrap his tentacles around my heart and not just my pussy.
But holy halibut. Tentacle orgasms are next level. I wonder what it would feel like to have more than one of those tentacles exploring me at the same time. Like two, three even. A girl can dare to dream.
Viggo takes my hand and leads me down the cobbled path toward the ocean in the distance. He’s chewing on his bottom lip and looking a little fidgety, eyes darting around as if searchingfor something. His sudden nerves snap me out of my floaty postorgasm haze.
“Are you okay?” I ask, concern pulling my brows down.
“Yeah, it’s just… My cottage is around the western end of Kraken Cove and I’m trying to think of a route we can take directly there so we don’t bump into creatures setting up for the party,” Viggo babbles, each word coming faster like he’s trying to escape from the reality of being found.
“Is it bad if we bump into other creatures?” I ask, trying not to sound nervous that maybe we did something wrong. I’m pretty confident he doesn’t regret what we did, but a little discomfort is niggling at the back of my mind.
Viggo seems to sense my slight apprehension and he’s quick to halt that train of thought. “Not bad. Just…” He scrunches up his nose in the cutest way. “I’m scared they’ll steal you from me.”
“Steal me?” I ask, disbelief coloring my tone as my worry morphs into adoration. “I’m stuck to you like a barnacle. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
“Really?” Viggo asks, eyes big as saucers.
“Yeah. And if we don’t make it to your place right away, that’s also okay. We have the whole night.”
Viggo exhales a breath of relief, his shoulders deflating as a dribble of words escape from him that I don’t quite catch. It almost sounds like, “And the rest of our lives.”
I’m sure that can’t be right, so I just ignore it and beam up at him. “Take me to Kraken Cove.”
I’m glad Viggo prepared me for the chance that we might bump into other creatures because the whole beach is teeming with activity.
It’s glorious.
In the shallows, children frolic in the waves, their parents either joining them to cool off in the midafternoon heat or watching attentively as effervescent laughter rings through the air.
Strings of unlit lights crisscross almost the entire beach, leading to the center where an impressive display of food is arranged around a towering cake. An explosion of florals decorate a driftwood arch above the main table, and a proud banner with beautiful calligraphy stretches across it, announcing the reason for today’s gathering, “Happy 100th birthday, Doc Calla!”
I spot Tilly where she’s arranging an array of vibrant cushions on colorful beach blankets. Bodin is behind her unfolding chairs and organizing them in a circle around what looks to be the base for a bonfire.
