Page 42 of Taken By the Crab King of Atlantis

When I pull back, his black eyes are soft when they meet mine. “Wealth has made you bold, I see.”

At my confused look, he goes on. “We define the loss of your virginity any way we like. I believe we have connected enough to classify the sacrifice as done. Anything from this point on is your choice.” He says it casually, like a throwaway line, but I feel the undercurrent tension in his words. He wants this to be my choice and fears that it isn’t.

I lean forward and kiss him lightly on the lips. “I choose you,” I whisper.

Whether it’s the softening of his expression or the fading bliss in my body, I find the courage to say, “And I want more, please, my lord.”

He stands, taking me with him, and plants my now naked ass on his desk, right on top of whatever paperwork he was reading earlier. He opens his top drawer and snips off the shreds of underwear I had remaining. I’m not self-conscious about my legs being open to him. I love the way his gaze strays to my sex, as if he can’t keep his eyes away.

He takes off his shirt, letting it crumple in a heap nearby. The tie that holds his hair back goes with it, and without his shirt, his armor and spectacular muscles are on full display, his dark hair falling over them.

I expect his pants to follow, and my gaze flits down. To find a complex bulge with no clear outline of a penis.

He follows my gaze. “Ah. My anatomy has some differences to human men,” he says, with a sheepish grin. “But my promise from your first day here stands. You will be pleasured until you are senseless.”

He slips off his shoes and steps out of his pants. At first, I’m unsure of what I’m seeing. What looks like a flap of flesh lifts and retracts into his body. Underneath springs out a large, erect cock, surrounded by short, waving flesh-colored tendrils, and a smaller nub underneath it, resting above his testicles. I stare.

My gaze travels back up to Karkinos' face. Heat fills his eyes, and I've never felt sexier. Weird anatomy be damned. The man is hotness personified. “How… does it work?” I ask.

His gaze travels down my naked body and fixates on my pussy. “Similar to the normal way,” he says. “With extra benefits.” I must look unsure, because he chuckles. “Close your eyes and lie back. It’s better to feel it.”

As always, I do as he asks, relaxing when his hands land on my thighs, parting them while he presses something against my sex.

I hold my breath, hoping it won’t hurt, but the pressure I’m expecting doesn’t come. Instead, it’s… soft tendrils, licking around my sex. Probing gently, causing a rising heat that makes my eyes fly open. “Oh!” I say and glance down. The tendrils around his cock ripple like coral in deep water, and a shudder of pleasure runs through me. Among them, his giant cock nudges against me. It feels as good as they do, but will soon have a different role.

“Look at me,” Karkinos says, drawing my gaze up to his face. He leans in and kisses me.

His kisses are slow and soft, and I’m lost in them as he pushes his cock slowly into my entrance. There’s a stretch, and a slight sting. The pleasure, though… I thought nothing could match his tongue on me. But his tendrils, paired with his cock, feel like they were made for me.

When I don’t think I can take any more of him, the nub under his cock hits my back passage.

“Relax,” Karkinos says, as my body stiffens at the unexpected feeling. His arms are wrapped around me, but he kisses me softly again and lowers me back down onto the desk.

My body obeys him though my mind is uncertain, and the pressure on my ass soon turns to pleasure, eliciting a breathy moan from my lips.

He takes it as a cue and grabs my thighs, pushing himself further into me, both his cocks penetrating me in a shocking wave of pleasure. He pulls out again and thrusts back in, finding a steady rhythm. My back arches as the pleasure builds towards something more…

“Good girl,” Karkinos says. “You’re taking my cocks so well.”

The gentle sway of his tendrils speeds up. I cry out wordlessly, not caring who can hear me.

I thought nothing in life could feel like this, as Karkinos thrusts into me again, harder and deeper this time. I bend my knees, giving him deeper access as he praises me. He thrusts again and again, and the tendrils sweeping my clitoris are sharper now, harder, with tiny zaps of electrical current that make me toss my head from side to side.

“That’s a good girl, come for me. Come for me, Princess.”

The explosion starts in my sex, but it ripples through my whole body, rising to my chest up from the desk and clutching to Karkinos as the world explodes.

He curses as well as he thrusts into me one last time, and his cocks grow and harden, making my sex quiver around them in the ebb of an intense orgasm that wipes reality out, leaving only pleasure behind.

I collapse onto the desk, exhausted. Karkinos bows his head, bracing himself on his arms to keep his weight off me.

For a moment the only sound is our ragged breath.

“What’s your name?” He asks.

For the life of me, I can’t answer. He chuckles, a sound of pure male satisfaction, and I swat at him.

And then he looks out the window, eyes narrowing.