Page 16 of Party With the Kraken
To my delight, she leans forward. Just when I think she’s going to take a bite, her tongue darts out and she licks up a stripe of the cream-filled center before closing her lips around the puff pastry, fitting the whole thing in her mouth.
I’m still panting, staring at her mouth, when she asks from behind her hand, “How about you? What’s life like on the island?”
I blink back into my senses and relax the tentacle that subconsciously started inching up her leg, letting it rest loosely against the inside of her knee. “Good. Really, really good. I can’timagine living anywhere else. I do some fishing for the town, but I mainly make a living off deep diving for treasure and selling it online.”
“Holy halibut! I love that. Can I see some of your treasure?”
“You can see all of it. Take all of it.”
Juniper giggles. “Hold your seahorses there, Viggo. I’m not taking your treasure.”
At the very least, take my heart,I silently add, popping a profiterole into my mouth so I don’t say it out loud.
Juniper places one hand on the upper part of a tentacle, then reaches over me to pluck a fresh strawberry from a pink lemonade cupcake. Her hand remains there as she bites into the juicy flesh, my eyes tracing the way her lips wrap around it.
Clearly enjoying my attention on her, Juniper asks neutrally, “When did you start selling your ink? Thank you by the way for making it available. I’ve used cephalopod ink in the past to dye fabric, but nothing is as beautiful or strong as kraken ink.”
A pleased blush warms my cheeks. “It’s a fairly recent development for me. Krakens produce large quantities of ink, and if I don’t… relieve myself, my ink sac overflows and I start leaking from odd places. I didn’t realize there was a market for kraken ink, but Tilly told me about it. She’s been a great addition to the clinic and the community of Starry Hill.”
Juniper pauses, her gaze skimming down my body before returning to my face. “So you need to relieve yourself regularly?” she asks huskily.
My own voice drops an octave. “Very regularly.”
“Maybe I can help with that?” she suggests, one finger drawing a soft swirling pattern on my tentacle.
“I’d like nothing more,” I breathe.
The moment lengthens, time suspending as we stare at each other with unmasked hunger. I’m vaguely aware of music filtering in from the party, of creatures flocking to the beach,and lively chatter trickling through the air. Then finally my brain clicks that we’re in public and I can’t drag her into the water right here. I need to wait.
Calling on the tiny rational part of my brain, and the final remaining drop of patience, I smile and say, “Tell me about your family and where you grew up.”
Chapter 9
Juniper
Viggo and I talk for hours. At one point he unbuttons his shirt and displays the most impressive torso I’ve ever seen, every defined muscle designed to cause maximum salivation.
We’re obvious in our touches, growing bolder with each minute that passes, but I’m also really enjoying his company.
Viggo’s so sweet, goofy in the most endearing way, and just the right amount of shy mixed with confidence.
It’s going to be hard to walk away in the morning.
From the main party, a familiar tune reaches my ears and I whip my head around to see what’s happening.
“Viggo, they’re singing Happy Birthday to Doc Calla. Let’s go.”
“Is it time already?” he asks, slipping his lower half out of the water and quickly shifting into his human appearance. I try not to look at his cock, but it’s impossible not to.
Like his tentacles, his purple shaft is thick at the base with two lines of suckers forming a salacious ladder from the bottom all the way up. But where his tentacles end in a tapered tip, his cock is crowned with a very impressive bulbous head. It’s almost round in appearance with three concentric rings of suckers circling a slit leaking dark and glowy kraken cum. That thing is going to feel spectacular inside of me, much better than any of my dildos at home.
“Keep looking at me like that and we’re not making it to the party,” Viggo says in a low voice before pulling his pants up. He takes care with his cock, hissing a breath as he tucks it into the waistband of his shorts.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me,” I say as he helps me up, then I quickly pull him down to me, pressing a hard kiss to his lips before I run off laughing toward the party.
Viggo doesn’t take long to catch up, wrapping his arms around me as he pulls me up. I giggle and squirm, enjoying that his playfulness matches mine.
A few creatures’ heads turn to us, but there are no signs of judgment, just welcoming smiles, making me appreciate the Starry Hill community even more.
