Chapter 14
Zoe
I was shaking when I approached him, my eyes darting between his face and the area low below his navel where I knew his slit was, covered with scales that blended seamlessly with the rest of him.
This felt surreal. Vodyan hummed softly, the dim glow of his emerald light slanting over his features in a dreamy, phantasmagorial sort of way. I felt unmoored and detached, like I was a stranger in my own life.
I still hadn’t fully processed what was happening. One moment, I mourned my own death, and the next, sex was in the picture.
And then, I was told I wouldn’t die, after all.
It was so confusing, but as I came closer and cupped his cheek, looking at his face, I also realized it was achingly simple. Here he was, a man I wanted, and he wanted me back.
It was an equation I knew how to solve.
He tipped his face into my hand, nuzzling closer like he couldn’t get enough. I brought my other hand to his chest and traced the beautiful, chiseled shape of it, his scales just a bit rough under my covered fingers. His muscles flexed and trembled, and I longed to touch him barehanded. It felt like a privilege, touching this man—this killer—this monster who was my protector.
When he made a low, groaning sound of pleasure, I looked down just in time to see his cock emerge. I took in a ragged breath through my nose and slowly fell to my knees, water cushioning my fall.
His tentacles parted for me, letting me closer even as they rippled around me, brushing my arms and nudging my hands like pets begging for a stroke. I petted them distractedly, because my eyes were glued to his girthy length.
Here he was, right in front of my eyes, and he was gorgeous.
When I first read vodnik cocks were two-pronged, I couldn’t imagine it, so I did some visual research to get the full picture. Yet even though I knew what he looked like, the sight of him still came as a small shock that burst in my lower belly with a splash of heat.
He was long and fat, and the tip of him was pointed and curved up. In the greenish light of Vodyan’s humming, which was now distorted and choppy because his breathing was so fast, it seemed green, but I wanted to see it in daylight, too.
The root emerging from the dark slit was his thickest part and looked painfully girthy. It remained impossibly thick until halfway up his shaft, where the smaller prong sprung from the main shaft and curved gently upward. The prong flexed rhythmically, eager to be touched.
Further toward the tip, his cock was slimmer though still substantial, until it narrowed to the very tip. The head was narrow and pointed, its base bulbous.
I touched it with my finger, and Vodyan shuddered, a wave of pleasure coursing through his entire body, from his fluttering eyelids down to the twitching tentacles. His length pulsed, both prongs straining toward my palm with eager need. It would have made me laugh if I hadn’t been so mad with arousal. It was my first time handling a prehensile dick, and the amount of autonomy it had was a little freaky .
Vodyan’s limbs shot out, winding around my middle and pressing to my breasts with slow, shaky friction. I looked up to find him staring at my face, his teeth bared in a feral expression.
“Zoe,” he said, his voice the lowest, the most jagged , I ever heard. “You have to… There is no time.”
I smiled and leaned in.
When I sucked him into my mouth, his tentacles twisted and tangled, more shooting out to wrap around me. I widened my stance, giving him access if he chose to touch me, but Vodyan either didn’t notice or didn’t want to. That was fine.
“ Fuck,” he panted. “Such a hot mouth you have. Perfect. You can just hold me inside and I’ll come.”
Shivers of pleasure sparkled down my spine. I wasn’t about to stop moving, though, no matter what he said. Now that I had him all to myself, I was determined to get very closely acquainted with his cock.
It was hard and yet not rigid, the tip caressing my palate with even strokes as it undulated in my mouth in search for friction. I could fit most of the upper part of him in my mouth without a problem. From the tip to the smaller prong, it was as thick as and longer than an average human penis, but it seemed manageable. I sucked him eagerly, running my tongue over the rippled surface.
He was coated in slick that was tangy with salt and not at all easy to lick up. I knew his natural lubrication was specifically suited to having sex underwater, and so it stayed on despite the friction of my tongue against his skin.
That slick coating and unusual shape weren’t the only fascinating things about him. Another secret was hidden, only revealed in states of heightened arousal.
So I sucked and licked, trying to squeeze his thicker base even though my fingers wouldn’t meet around it. I was determined, and finally, my prize came out .
The longer I worked him, the more the tip opened, until it split into four even parts that were like the petals of a flower. Underneath was the most sensitive piece of him, soft, slightly bulging, and equipped with a narrow slit. This was where his cum came out.
With small licks, I teased that sensitive place, relishing every shudder and pulsing squeeze of his tentacles around me. His soft flesh swelled larger with every flick of my tongue, until Vodyan’s tentacle shot to my throat and loosely coiled around it, draping over my shoulders.
His cock suddenly flexed with power, pushing my tongue into the roof of my mouth so I couldn’t tease him anymore.
I froze. The weigh around my shoulders was heavy and intimate, and I loved it there. My muscles instantly relaxed, and I obeyed the unspoken command to stop even before he told me what to do.
“Fuck! Slow down. I can’t… This isn’t…”
I pulled back, gently nipping the fleshy, triangular petals with my teeth before I took him deep in my mouth. He made a loud, groaning sound that flooded the cavern with brighter light.
His cock played with my tongue, caressing me back as I licked him. It was like kissing, yet so essentially not. I was already in love with how flexible and responsive he was, and I craved to know how it would feel inside me.
“Zoe,” he grunted. “You have no idea… That naughty tongue… The way you look…”
He groaned and hummed in turns, his pleasured sounds washing over me until I couldn’t stand it. I wrapped my left hand around his base and jerked him to the rhythm with my sucking mouth, while my right hand trailed down until I cupped myself through my suit.
I wasn’t even sure I could come if the sensation was muted through my clothes, but I didn’t care. Feeling and seeing Vodyan fall apart, his cold armor smashed into pieces, was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I had to touch myself or I’d explode.
“What are you… Fuck. Zoe. Fuck. Can I touch you?”
I looked up with my mouth full of cock and nodded frantically. Yes, please.
His mouth fell open, his forehead furrowing with a mild frown, and then something pushed between my legs from behind and rubbed me slowly.
I sucked him harder to show my appreciation, and he shuddered. His tentacle explored the entire space between my legs, the tip trailing over me like he tried to map it out. The suit didn’t make it easy, and his touch was too light to do what I wanted.
Yet, it was still good. I focused on keeping up the rhythm while pleasant sensations flowed from the nerve endings he strummed in his exploration.
When Vodyan made a low, frustrated noise, I looked up. His teeth were bared, eyes glittering with intensity.
“I don’t usually… I don’t know… Will you show me? How to make you feel good?”
I pulled back and tongued the sensitive tip until he grunted with pleasure, his tentacles quivering around me. Still sucking him, I grabbed the limb that was between my legs and tugged until the fleshy tip protruded between my legs like a strap-on. He swore softly when I gripped it like I did his cock and gave it a slow pump, my fingers mapping out the suckers on the underside.
“Zoe, you’re killing me.” He groaned when I squeezed the tip of my pinkie finger inside the shallow hole of one sucker.
It closed around my finger and, indeed, sucked. I shivered, swallowing convulsively around the tip of his cock when I realized what it meant.
He had much bigger suckers higher up. Big enough to envelop my clit. With a bit of maneuvering, I could definitely put them to good use, and I almost shook with anticipation.
And then, another fun thing happened that made me even more eager. As the sucker pulled on my finger, Vodyan’s cock in my mouth pulsed with the same rhythm, flexing until it swelled against my tongue, writhing helplessly. He grunted, cupping the back of my head with his large palm .
“Show me. Now.”
I shivered and freed my finger, looking up with wonder. He’d spoken with a bit of uncertainty and incoherent bliss before, but now, his voice was hard and demanding. A command.
So I obeyed. I grabbed his tentacle and pressed it hard to myself, moving my hips so I rubbed against it.
It felt instantly good, so good, I lost my rhythm and took him in too deep until I choked. Vodyan’s tentacle around my throat tightened and gently pulled me back until his cock fell out of my mouth. It strained as if seeking the heat of my mouth, and I had to check the impulse to suck it back in to soothe it.
“I’m almost there,” he said, green light skittering over his shimmering scales. “I want to see you come first. There’s still time.”
I breathed fast through my nose, growing dizzy and hot from pleasure. I still rocked on him and, a moment later, he caught on to my rhythm and moved seamlessly in the right way. I shivered, my fingers tightening around his muscular limb. I urged it to stroke me harder, until more and more length passed between my parted legs, a long tentacle now sticking out between my thighs, writhing and flashing with the movement.
A part thicker than my thigh rubbed me back and forth through my clothes, the sucker-side up. It was like being seated on a huge, muscular, living sex toy. He went with enough pressure to lift my knees from the ground, but his other tentacles pushed down to keep me in place.
I realized he’d wrapped around my hands, my neck, my middle. I couldn’t move, and he was completely in control. He played my body like a fucking cello, and his tentacle between my legs was a huge, fat bow.
“That’s it. You’re shaking so nicely. Perfect little human.”
His words hit a spot deep in my brain, making me blank out with bliss. I closed my eyes and slumped, trembling. The edges of his suckers caught against me in the best way, just as hard as I needed them, and I was almost there. It was ridiculously easy now that he had the right rhythm and pressure. It was perfect .
Vodyan rumbled with displeasure.
“No. Look at me. I want to see your face.”
Another burst of hot bliss went from my brain right to my clit that caught with every hard pass of his tentacle against the edge of a pulsing sucker. I raised my head with difficulty, my mouth open and filled with water as I desperately tried to keep my eyes from closing in pleasure.
“Good. Like this. I want to see it in your eyes when you come.”
I stared at his face, and it filled my vision as everything else blurred and fell away. He looked cold and feral, his teeth bared, eyes dangerously narrowed. Somehow, that made it even hotter. He looked enraged , and I loved it.
Also, he liked being in control. We were blissfully compatible.
He rubbed me harder, faster, his tentacles keeping me in place, their muscles flexing with power. I moaned, unable to keep it in, and bubbles flew out of my mouth. Movement next to my face caught my eye. My insides tightened with even more pleasure when I saw it.
He fucked his hand, gripping the smaller prong tight against his shaft. His long fingers could close around his girth, but it was a close call, and it seemed like he was fighting with his own cock and stroking it to submission. The tip writhed every time his fist slid down to the base, and he had to squeeze it tightly to control it as his hand stroked up.
The petals around his tip opened fully, the sensitive head protruding as his cock strained for my mouth that watered in turn.
It was just so eager. I wanted to give it everything it so avidly begged for, but Vodyan made it clear he didn’t want that, so I only stared, mesmerized, my hips jerking with mounting pressure until he snarled.
“Eyes. Up.”
That did it. I barely looked up when the tension inside me reached the breaking point. My body tensed, electric heat surging between my legs until it snapped and ecstasy poured out in long, powerful waves that seemed to go on and on. My eyes were locked on his, which widened when he saw it .
“Fuck. Now!”
He brought my face to his groin with a sharp tug. I’d barely closed my lips around his cock when warm, salty spurts of cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed, still shaking with aftershocks of my bliss. There was so much, I barely kept up, and when I thought he was done, he jerked in my mouth and more came out.
I got every last drop. When finally no more came, I ran my tongue around him for the last traces. That hidden, fleshy part now protruded far out of his shaft, like a cockhead pushing out of its foreskin, and I sucked on it gently, feeling how it pulsed and strained. Another small spurt of cum landed on my tongue.
His body shivered all around me, because I was totally enclosed in his grip.
Finally, I pulled back, feeling smug and content. I did that. I made my closed-off, broody bodyguard come.
I grinned up at him, but Vodyan looked at me with a cold, tight expression. My smile faltered.
When I went to take the next breath, I choked.
There was no air.