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Stop.

There was that word again.

A nerve ticked in my jaw, making the tentacles there stir with irritation. They crept around her throat and coiled tight to silence her. All I wanted to hear from her were those delicious little whimpers and moans she’d been making before, and as my grip on her tightened, I got my wish.

She choked and sputtered on her slutty little sounds of pleasure.

Then, I leaned close enough to see my reflection in her saucer-wide eyes.

I was huge, looming and deadly. A true monster of the deep—the kind we’d been searching for all these years. A thing straight from our wildest dreams, and others’ deadliest nightmares.

My reflection fell out of focus when a strange ache stirred between my hips and pressed against the base of my balls. It hurt like a bitch, whatever it was. A sudden need to relieve the pressure ignited in my blood and set my brain abuzz.

“No—ah!” Bae’s strangled voice had me loosening the grip of my tentacle over her windpipe. No, not me. I hadn’t wanted to strangle her in the first place. It was the mask.

“A cold womb is no use,” the mask echoed in my head, though it was clearly talking to itself and not to me. The disembodied voices slipped into another chant.

Frighten.

Feast.

Implant.

It seemed to be repeating instructions. A kind of mating mantra, maybe?

There wasn’t anytime to puzzle out whatever the fuck was happening. Especially considering I could feel everything. Gone was my control, but the sensation was still there. Each thrust inside Bea’s pussy was an electric shock to my system. Delicious zaps of pleasure thrilled through my bulging veins and into my heart like an adrenaline shot.

So warm. So soft.

So breedable.

A cavernous hum rumbled from my chest that had the woman’s wriggling cease for a beat. She lay there on the tousled sheets with her eyes as wide as moons and her sweat-soaked flesh red and twitching.

Each thrust inside her resulted in a loud squelching sound I cursed myself for liking. She was wet. Too wet for the fluid to be all hers. I seemed to be producing a lubricant-esque slime that painted her inner-walls. Much of it leaked out and dripped down to the little pucker of her asshole and coated that too.

Two tentacles hanging from my jaw looped her ankle and lifted her ass off the mattress, while still keeping her speared on my cock. One of the tentacle-like sheaths that held her folds open prodded her already filled hole, as if looking for a way inside. With her pussy already stretched to its limit around my shaft, it searched for a different entrance, and found it a beat later. With my hold on her ankle keeping her half-off the bed, I had a perfect view of the appendage as it poked the tight ring of muscle.

She gasped at first contact, and the sound gurgled and turned to something thick and pleasurable in her throat.

“No. Not there…” Her begging was pathetic. Opposite of what I’d call genuine. She might have been terrified, but there was no hiding the husky bend in her voice.

My first mate, Beatrice Morose, monster fucker extraordinaire, was on some level, enjoying being tied down and violated by her cursed captain.

So, when the tentacle wormed its way into her ass with another obscene sound, I found myself reveling in the way she clenched around me, moaning like the proper tentacle slut she was.

“Implant. Implant. Implant.” Again and again the disembodied voices chanted.

The mask wanted to breed her. Then, a new voice spoke, cutting through the rest of the voices peeling through my skull like a hundred alarm bells.

“What a lovely incubator she’ll make for Cuthulu’s brood.”

Chapter Eleven

Beatrice

Great fucking Lake Ontario. I could barely begin to process what was happening. The fact that I'd finally gotten together with the man I'd been girlishly in-love with since that first Lovecraft club all those years ago. Now, not only did he seem to share my feelings, but the mask was what had made it all possible. And now, because of the mask, we'd stumbled into not only what could have been one of the biggest discoveries of humanity, but I was living out my own monster fucker fantasy.

It was far more terrifying than I'd ever imagined. This wasn't some fluffy, monster fling. This was dark magic twisting my friend into something else completely. What was the mask's purpose? Why had it done this to Noah?