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And useless to do anything about it. If I could protect myself, would I? Heated loathing twisted through me like a serpent—no, like a tentacle—at the fact that I wasn't sure If I even wanted to escape.

More. I wanted more. And slowly, my inhibitions shredded, like the garments which hung from me in tatters.

It didn't matter if I enjoyed mating with this beast. Didn't matter how wicked or impure it made me. I was a pirate. I'd been damned to Hell the moment I shed my corsets and took to the sea.

"Are you ready for my eggs, pirate?"

Noah stopped reading to cast me a glance. Muscles in my belly pulled taut at the look banked in those amber pools. Abruptly, he closed the novel and tossed it back onto the pile of books still stacked between our bunks.

"Wait..." My pussy throbbed as I watched him crouch over me and grab my pajama pants. With one swift tug, he pulled them and my panties off, letting them drop to the ground.

"Aren't you going to finish the story?"

He didn't answer me. Instead, he nudged my thighs into a wide V, exposing my entrance to his curious gaze.

"Fuck. Look at you. So fucking stunning. Prettiest little pussy I've ever seen."

"But he hasn't laid his eggs in her yet. We haven't even gotten to the part where he drags her into the sea and we're left to wonder if she's drowned or if he's carried her away to the sunken city to raise their mutant fish babies together?"

All this build up had me shaking with anxiety. This was it. I wanted him so bad I could barely slap together a coherent thought. Yet, I found myself more nervous than I thought possible.

Chuckling, he teased the tip of my Ika dildo up my inner thigh and allowed it to skim my labia.

"Now who's the one that's stalling?"

Chapter Seven

Noah

Darkest depths. My first mate was so pretty when she was pent up, shaking like a leaf.

This was a rare form for her.

Bea was stubborn and strong. A good sailor, an amazing scientist. A fierce woman.

This was my first time seeing her so vulnerable. Not only emotionally, but physically.

Bound to my bed.

Half naked.

Nothing but a skimpy lace camisole stretched over her tits. Nipples jutting against the lace.

Red face.

Pussy leaking.

All worked up from hearing her captain read her tentacle smut.

With my free hand, I used two fingers to spread her folds, and crouched down to gently blow on her clit.

She jerked against the ziptie, and winced when the hard plastic cut into her skin. "S-stop..."

A dark grin slowly spread my lips. That wasn't the safe word. "You know what to say to make this end."

It wasn't just monster romance that took up much of Bea's reading time. She loved the darker stuff too. The kind where the heroines liked twisted little games like force play, somnophilia, asphyxiation. The list went on.

Testing the waters, I pushed the toy harder against her center—a mere thrust away from penetrating her.