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“Shut up.”
Removing the smile from my face and widening my stance, I hold her wide hips and study her face. Invested, I ask, “Okay. So we’re on land or in the water at this point?”
Her eyes light up again. “We’re on land, in my shower because you haven’t transformed into a human yet and I have to keep your skin hydrated. Secretly I want you to stay in your kraken form forever,” she adds.
“And how many tentacles do I have?”
“Eight.”
“Suckers?”
“So many.”
I grin. “Okay.” True excitement swirls under my skin as I push off the wall and pin her back to the same place I was. I hitch her leg up and her knee interlocks in my elbow as I dive right in. “How could I have sacrificed this perfect little human,” I growl, lowering my head into the crook of her neck and licking the water droplets away. She gasps and I challenge myself to bring more of them to her lips. My cock has been begging for relief since we left the field. I grab a firm hold at the base of my shaft, crouching down to line myself up against her pussy, still slick with the arousal I gave her, I think smugly, and maybe a little bit possessively.
“Yes,” she whines, her small fingers digging into my shoulder muscles and making me want to submit all over again. Which in a sense, I am right now. I may be the dominant one in this scene, but she’s given me explicit direction in the form of a wildly imaginative and monstrous setting.
I’m all too happy to indulge her.
My crown teases her warm cunt and it glazes my needy cock—or rather… “You want my tentacle in this sweet little human hole?”
“Yes,” she begs, lost to the scene already. Lost in the most beautiful and ethereal way.
My tentacle cock teases her more, just the tip slipping inside her for a second. “You wanna feel my suckers play with your clit, sunshine? You wanna feel them inside you—the suction on that one sensitive spot driving you to bliss?”
“Yes, Rafael.”
I can’t help exit the scene for a quick moment and smile. “Is that my kraken name?”
“Of course it is,” she says, still writhing and pushing her hips into mine, trying to get me to go deeper.
“Got it,” I say and shift back into my new persona. Taking her earlobe between my teeth, I whisper, “You want this big kraken to please you, little human?”
“Yes!”
I start to push in earnest, luxuriating in every slow inch being welcomed in. Sliding into her is like falling into bed after a long, exhausting day—the comfort of familiar smells and textures, the relief, the safety of home.
“Look at you giving yourself to me. Riding my tentacle like a good girl,” I groan. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby.”
Whoa, that slipped out way too easy. When Angie did earlier, I was so high with lust that I didn’t think twice. No one has ever called me that before, and I’ve never either. I’ve never been in a relationship where that level of comfort and sweetness existed—a level where loving nicknames like baby are said freely and generously. Hearing it come from the lips of my Angel didn’t feel strange or wrong though. My body had a visceral reaction to the sound. I wanted to hear it again from her, and clearly, my subconscious wanted to say it back.
God, it sounds good.
It feels good.
She looks down at where I told her to, watching me pump inside her slowly, watching our dark curls kiss with every thrust. With my other hand, I extend my index and middle finger, curling them under and finding her sweet clit waiting for me.
She lets out an adorably sexy whine when I start rubbing it in rhythm with our hips. In fact, it's too damn tempting to ignore that when she makes it again, I have to capture one with my mouth. I have to take every last moan and whimper from her body and keep them like the treasures they are.
Her lips taste so dangerously sweet. What we’re doing as friends is far more than I’ve ever done with sexual partners before. Intimacy like this was never in the cards for me, and now I’m wondering how I ever lived my life without it? Does everyone know how great sex can be with someone you actually care about? With someone you want to give more pleasure to than you’d ever want in return? With someone who will make you laugh while you’re balls-deep, pretending to be a kraken?
No. I don’t think everyone knows, because someone would have told me by now, right? Sex for me has mostly been hot, mutually beneficial, and a little fun. But with Angie it’s depraved in the best way; it’s hilarious… It's special. It’s so fucking different, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to go back to what I was doing before.
What was I even doing before?
I certainly wasn’t leaving hickies all over people’s bodies so they’d have evidence from their kraken lover’s suckers later on. But dios mio, look at her… covered in large red marks across her chest and shoulders—marks I’m sure will darken in an hour or two. I want to cover her body in them. I want to strangle her thick thighs with my tentacles like bondage rope and leave even more marks.
I want everyone to know that Angela Zofia Johanssen belongs to me. Even if it’s temporary.
