The Kraken’s Queen (Grym Hollow #3)

27. Allarick

Chapter 27

Allarick

S he comes so prettily on my tentacle, and my cock is jealous.

What an obscene, yet beautiful picture we must create right now. With my tentacles wrapped around her body and one deep inside her tight pussy. I have been with many different lovers in my time, of all genders, but none of them have affected me quite as much as Erin.

My perfect, beautiful human. Made for me, just as I am made for her.

I’m not keen on letting her go, and from the looks of it, Erin is more than content to catch her breath, wrapped up in my tight embrace. It’s perfect…minus my raging cock. It pushes painfully against my pouch, begging to be let out. My tentacles feel good inside her, extra sensitive. And I can usually get off with tentacle play, but me and my cock are greedy for our wife. I need more.

Erin slowly turns in my hold. Pointy brown nipples scrape against my chest, and a moan threatens to leave my lips. I remove my tentacle from inside her, and she pouts, but only for a second.

She’s so damn perfect.

“It’s your turn,” she purrs like a seductive land cat playing with her mouse. I’m no mouse, and I won’t pretend to be one. But if my wife wishes to please me, who am I to deny her?

Her gaze moves up and down my body, stopping at my hips. I know what she’s looking for, and it pleases me she’s as eager for my cock as I am to give it to her.

“Can’t say I’ve ever had to ask this, but, erm, where is your…” Erin's face flushes a light pink color. It’s almost as if she’s forgotten I had my tentacle inside her not too long ago. But asking me where my cock is? She’s shy. It’s adorable. And a valid question.

I reach out to intertwine my fingers with hers. She lets me guide her to my hips and then down. Down until I reach my pouch, the hidden enclosure my cock stays behind. Just like human men hide their cocks behind pants, this serves the same purpose. I let her feel the slit before sliding her hand inside. Erin makes a face of surprise and confusion, but it quickly changes when her hand bumps against something hard.

I remove my hand, letting Erin take control. She’s not looking at me, but rather down to where her hand disappears inside my pouch. She moves her knuckles down my length and groans at what she finds. I can’t help but smirk.

“Is your cock… ribbed ?” She whispers the last part, apparently forgetting we are alone, and there’s no need for secrets. Not between us.

“See for yourself, sweet girl.”

My words are the consent she needs to wrap her hand around my cock. I groan, my body tensing. This woman doesn’t know the effect she has on me, and I feel like a guppy who is having sex for the first time. It takes all my concentration not to thrust into her hand and chase my own orgasm, but I don’t want it to end that quickly.

Erin slowly—torturously—pulls my cock from my pouch, exposing every inch of me. My wife sucks in a deep breath as she takes me in. “Are you sure that’s not another tentacle?”

Despite the growing need for her, I can’t help but laugh. Even for a kraken, I’m big. My cock is a darker red than my tentacles, ending in a mushroom tip. As Erin pointed out, my cock is ribbed, ready to give my partners the most intense pleasure. Despite the size and color, though, it clearly doesn’t resemble another tentacle.

“Very sure.” To prove it, I fist my cock, giving myself a rough stroke. The pleasure is intense, but not what I want. My new wife bites her lip as she takes me in. She’s always been beautiful, but at this moment, she’s never looked better. I want to devour her.

Erin moves closer, swatting my hand away and replacing it with her own again. “Let me take care of you.” I make no arguments.

Erin lowers herself. It’s awkward at first, since she’s fighting against the water and still learning how to move in the ocean. She’s gotten better at moving with the water since she’s been here, and, in a matter of seconds, she’s on her knees, looking up at me. I remain still, each muscle of my body tightening. It’s pure, sweet torture, but one I’ll endure for her.

“How are you real?” she asks in reverence, as if I’m the one who should be worshiped. I am but a humble servant to my beautiful wife. But I don’t have the chance to respond, because Erin takes my cock into her warm mouth. And my brain stops. All it knows is pleasure.

Erin hums around my length, her mouth open obscenely wide as she takes more of me down her throat. She wraps her hand around the base of my cock and starts to move. With each bob of her head and stroke of her hand, I’m pushed further and further into madness.

I hadn’t expected this. Hadn’t planned for my bride to be on her knees taking my cock on our wedding day. Not that I hadn’t thought about it. I did. More often than I care to admit, but Erin’s been through hell with a man who didn’t appreciate her. It left her having to pick up the pieces he chipped away at for years. She’s just now beginning to put herself back together, stronger than before.

So I never wanted to push her.

Erin’s sharp nails dig into my cock. I hiss, bucking my hips forward. She groans and relaxes her mouth. That sinful mouth pulls moans from my lips.

“Fuck, sweet girl. Keep this up, and I’m not going to last much longer.” My words only serve to drive her harder, sparking something within her. She sucks my cock like it’s her job. Like every second I’m not orgasming is a disgrace .

I come undone. Hard. My mouth opens and closes, and then, only a strangled groan leaves my lips as I come for her. I expect Erin to pull away. Hell, I even start to pull away, but my wife is incessant. She pulls me back, sucking and licking me throughout my orgasm. It’s messy. It’s hot. I fear I’m addicted.

When she takes everything from me, Erin pulls back with a pop, a cocky smile on her face, one I have never seen before. It looks damn good on her. She licks her lips, clearing the last traces of my arousal away. “I see why men could never get me off now,” she hums.

“Oh? And why is that?”

Then Erin says something that cements my feelings for her.

“Because I was always meant to be a kraken’s wife.”

I don’t let her get far. I grab her and pull her up to me. My lips meet hers with a hungry need, despite already having her once. It’s not enough. Never will be enough.

Together, we fall back on the couch, and this is where we stay for the rest of our wedding celebration.