Page 34 of Hummingbird and Kraken

He panted heavily. Adrenaline coursed through his veins.

He was hard as fuck.

Something velvety and smooth wrapped around his cock, squeezing and spiraling so that he had no choice but to thrust into it. The sensation tore a cry from his chest.

Then there was nothing.

He stilled as much as possible, just moving his limbs enough to keep afloat.

The lake was completely silent.

His pulse was loud in his ears.

He turned, trying to locate any ripple.

Then, between one heartbeat and the next, slippery ropes of muscle captured and bound him. His arms were wrestled to his sides and his legs were thrust apart. He was held tightly and helplessly against the cool, broad human chest at his back.

He got a mouthful of water and coughed it out. He was relying on Geir, his mysterious kraken from the deep, to keep his head up. That terrifying powerlessness and trust was exhilarating.

He knew that his chin wouldn’t dip below the water again. For everything else, though he was completely at the mercy of the monster behind him.

The suckers holding his arms and legs in place bit into his skin, dozens of flickering candles of painful pleasure lighting him up.

At the same time, soft, slithery appendages traced over his body, exploring and discovering. They were deceptively gentle in comparison to the tight bonds, making him feel even more vulnerable.

He could almost feel the curiosity in the questing tentacles. Why was this place rough and this one smooth? What would happen if he were touched at his chest? His armpits? His knees? The warm crevice of his buttocks?

He shivered and moaned at each touch, giving the sea monster the information he was seeking.

Geir’s breath was loud and fast in his ear, but keeping in role, he said nothing.

The torturously gentle arms kept caressing and investigating, testing friction against his hard cock, squirming and tickling at his balls. He moaned, wanting more and faster and harder, but loving at the same time the curious testing that didn’t give him anything that he needed.

He was just the sea monster’s toy to explore, and the thought had him close to exploding.

One inquisitive tentacle discovered his pucker and he clenched instinctively. It caressed around his rim, gently teasing, the skin velvety and slick.

God, it felt good. The looping coils around his cock moved faster. The smooth arm teased at his opening and down to cover his balls in one long, repeated glide. He needed more.

He took a deep breath and let himself relax and open. He was bound and powerless, but this was him giving in to the pleasure and inviting the sea monster in.

The silky tip wriggled inside. Slowly, almost aimlessly, it explored him. Squirming and writhing, touching his prostate almost by chance.

He threw his head back and cried out, every nerve attuned.

The velvety arm explored some more, then rubbed against it full force. He jerked and pulled against his bonds, but he was helpless against the assault.

All he could do was take it. Take it and try not to come.

Just as he was so close that he truly didn’t think he could last another second, the pressure stopped.

He whimpered hopelessly. One smooth arm was still inside him, but motionless, and the other arms resumed their soft, casual exploration.

They returned eventually to his cock, handling it gently and curiously. He expected all of the motions to slowly ramp up again, edging him like they had before.

But that wasn’t the destination at all.

Instead, a thin tendril of one velvety arm began to tease at the slit of his cock. His eyes sprung open as he realized what his sea monster meant to do. Geir was taking him at his word, and he would truly be penetrated everywhere.