Page 19 of Party With the Kraken
“Open wide, my treasure,” I say, and an electric thrill shoots down my spine as Juniper obediently does what I ask. “Good girl,” I whisper, then let the tapered tip of a tentacle rest on her tongue, letting her get used to its feel, before expanding it to fill her mouth, not quite pushing into her throat.
Juniper’s eyes flutter closed as I reward her with gentle suction against her clit. The tentacle in her cunt pushes in deeper, and I slowly let it expand, sending soft rippling waves through it to massage her walls.
The sensation has Juniper’s eyes popping open and she lets out a muffled moan. My cock throbs with need and I’m sure there’s a trail of dark precum streaking through the ocean behind us, but nothing can distract me from the beauty in front of me.
I shift my hands to Juniper’s ass, easing her cheeks apart so another tentacle can lavish her back hole with attention, drawing delicate circles around the tight bud.
Thankful for my advanced eyesight so I can witness each detail of the beauty in my arms, I study Juniper under the starry skies. I monitor each of her reactions, desperate to learn what she likes, wanting to satisfy her on every level I can. Her chest heaves, color blooming across her cheeks, as she squeezes around my tentacles with an approaching climax.
Increasing the suction to her clit, and applying a tad more pressure to her back hole, I commit the sight to memory as Juniper unravels in front of my eyes, screaming around the tentacle filling her mouth.
I channel every drop of self-control to my cock so I don’t explode right here, right now. I have too many plans for my treasure.
As I guide Juniper through the final pulses of her climax, I carefully withdraw the tentacle from her mouth, but keep the others right where they are.
“Are you okay?” I ask with a gentle caress to her cheek.
“More than. So good. Amazing. You, I mean,” Juniper pants.
I kiss the tip of her nose. “I’ll take it as a good sign if you can’t form full sentences right now.”
Juniper’s head bobs. “Full. I am. Pussy. Good.”
“That’s wonderful because I have even more plans for my pussy. Your pussy,” I quickly correct. “But first, we have to get into my house.”
Looking at the ocean surrounding us and the dark rock wall at my back, Juniper asks, “Huh? Where’s your house?”
I tilt my head toward the rocks. “Behind me. There’s an underwater entrance so we have to swim in.”
Juniper’s brows furrow. “How do you get stuff to your house?” she asks casually, as if she isn’t stuffed with tentacles and rocking her hips for more.
“There’s a ground entrance too, but it’s along the beach,” I explain, pushing against her G-spot. “I didn’t think you’d want to get on the beach naked and filled with tentacles at this point. Swimming in seems easier.”
Juniper’s fingers tighten in my hair. “Do I have to hold my breath for long? Is it deep?”
I shake my head. “You just have to hold on to me. I’ll breathe for you.”
Juniper’s body stills. “You’ll what for me?”
Framing her face with one hand, I explain, “Hold on tight to me. I’ll place my mouth over yours and give you oxygen. Because I can, you know, breathe underwater. Kraken gills and all that jazz.”
Tension visibly melts out of Juniper’s body. “Of course, you can. Cool. I’m in. You going to keep this tentacle in my pussy the entire time?” she asks, tightening her muscle around said tentacle.
I pause its undulating motion. “Unless you want it out?”
“Not at all,” she says, emphasizing the sentiment with a hip swivel.
A shudder of pleasure rolls through my body. “Good girl. Keep your eyes closed. Not because I want to keep secrets from you, but because I don’t want the saltwater to sting your eyes.”
Juniper’s smile is soft as she strokes the stubble on my jaw. “You’re too sweet. I think after that last orgasm you can convince me to basically do anything for you.”
I ignore that statement for the moment being, otherwise I’ll declare my love right here. “On the count of three, we’ll go under. Ready?”
Juniper nods. “Ready.”
“One, two, three.” I place my mouth over Juniper’s as I lower us down, swimming directly for the entrance. Her arms tighten around my neck, her legs around my waist, but there’s no resistance as I breathe air into her mouth. Slowly the tight hold around me loosens as her body relaxes.
Juniper licks into my mouth, stroking my tongue with hers. It’s instinct alone keeping me on course as I pass through the lower doorway and start making our ascent.
