Chapter 18
Zoe
I didn’t understand what happened, but I loved it. It was as if his shell, his armor, all his barriers and defenses crumbled to nothing, revealing that hungry, wildly passionate beast with an insatiable appetite—for me. It should have been scary. He was terrifyingly intense, his every touch, every kiss, every word possessive and hot, but I wasn’t afraid.
Even more, I drank that in. He fed all those places that had been undertouched, underloved, underappreciated within me, and I let it all in, greedy for more.
Out of us two, Vodyan was more touch-starved, and it shocked me how much I clung to him in turn, how much I craved his caresses. And he gave. He gave with such a generous, open hand, speaking a language I hadn’t thought him capable of.
“Oh, I’ll eat this pretty little cunt,” he promised, carrying me out of the bathroom like I was his bride. “I’ll keep eating it until I figure out how to make you come, even if that takes hours. You aren’t allowed to help me.”
My head spun, lust and confusion slowing my brain down. “What? ”
“Keep still,” he said, winding his tentacles around my hips and under my armpits until I wore a corset of him.
One tentacle wrapped under my knee and pulled my leg to the side. Lightly, with an open palm, he slapped my pussy. “And don’t touch what’s mine.”
God. I couldn’t believe he was the same person as my taciturn bodyguard who barely strung three words together. And yet, it made sense, too. I heard that saying before—about the quiet ones being the worst.
He was the worst in the best possible way.
“Okay,” I choked out.
I cried out from shock when he tipped me back until I was upside down, my head and shoulders cushioned by his tentacles. He hooked my legs on his muscular shoulders, burying his nose between my thighs as he sniffed me.
“Fuck!” I choked out, too horny to be embarrassed about how I smelled.
“Yes. Very fuckable,” he spoke directly against my labia, his lips teasing me. “Very pretty.” He teased me open with a long lick. “Very delicious.”
“God!” I cried out, shaking. “You’re so… so…”
I couldn’t find the right word, and he smiled against me, his eyes sparkling electric blue between my thighs.
“It will come to you,” he said smoothly, leaning in for another long lick. “It did to me.”
It was another thing I didn’t understand, and I let it go. It was possible my brain wasn’t up to task, or maybe he spoke in a code of some sort. It didn’t matter, because his mouth sealed around my clit, sucking gently, and his tentacles slid over my breasts until each nipple was pulled into a sucker.
I arched with a shout, trying to dig my heels into his back, but my ankles were gripped by tentacles, too, and held away from his body. He held my hips in his hands, and I felt like I’d fall, drowning in the deep, wide lake of his lust to never find myself again. When I gripped the tentacle around my waist to anchor myself, he hummed around my clit.
“Grip as hard as you want, pretty thing. I’m all yours.”
I moaned, and he moaned back, unapologetic and eager as he pulled back, tasting me with long, thirsty licks. His tongue swirled around my opening until it slid in, and I arched and tried to kick my feet, but he had me completely restrained.
“Fuck,” I swore. “Please! I have to… I need to…”
But I didn’t know what I needed, I only knew that the fiery, potent tension inside me brewed too hot to handle. I’d never felt like that, had never been devoured with so much attention, never been commanded so surely.
“My delicious girl needs to come,” he spoke, using his voice sack, the sound raspy and cool. “Poor darling. Is it bad? Tell me.”
“You’re insane,” I sobbed when his suckers pulsed harder around my nipples, his mouth returning to my clit with a long swipe of his tongue.
“Only because you’ve made me so,” he answered with his mouth, the sound warmer and richer than the one from his voice sack.
“What did I do? Oh! Fuck, don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
He sucked me hard while something wet and slippery nudged my opening, gently pushing inside. Vodyan didn’t stop. A soft green glow bathed the edges of my hips when he replied.
“You broke me, Zoe. There’s no going back.”
The pressure in my pussy grew, a thick, flexible length pushing in until it filled me to the brim, my opening stretching around the girthy flesh. I couldn’t make sounds anymore. My throat was tight, my mouth wide open in a mute scream, and I knew I’d come or die, because there was no other option.
He sucked me harder, flicking his tongue around me, while the tentacle buried in my pussy fucked me with even thrusts.
I exploded into a million incoherent pieces, sobbing without words, my body a taut arch that felt like the most perfect form I was meant to be. Through the blood rushing in my ears, I heard him hum with satisfaction as he kept sucking and fucking me through it until, an eternity later, it ended .
I fell limp, voiceless and sated, and Vodyan pulled back while his tentacle stopped moving, buried deep inside me.
“That didn’t take long,” he said with mild disappointment. “You’re a filthy girl, my precious thing. Just so perfect.”
“Filthy… and perfect?” I choked out, still spasming with rolling aftershocks as he slowly turned me around until I straddled his waist.
My pussy clenched helplessly around nothing as his tentacle slid out. I shook so badly, I probably couldn’t have stood on my own, but he held me and controlled my every movement. There was no need to worry, so I just gave in to the glowing, satiated feeling inside me.
“Mmm,” he murmured, bringing me up for a kiss. He licked across my lower lip, kissed the corner of my mouth, and pulled back. “Perfect for me.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“We’re going to fuck now, my lovely girl. Or I will fuck you. You won’t do anything but take it.”
It was impossible to feel horny again after such a world-shattering orgasm, and yet I did. I looked into his eyes with wonder, sinking into the deep lakes of clear blue.
“You have a big cock,” I managed to say, that concern making it through my foggy bliss. “It might not fit all in. The second half especially.”
He grinned, showing off those white, sharp teeth, and I awarded myself five points before I lost the train of thought as something hot and wet slid down my tailbone.
“Don’t worry about it, Zoe. I’ll take care of everything,” he said, and ridiculously, it was enough.
That was how much I trusted him. It was unreal.
“But first things first,” he murmured, pressing me close until I buried my face in the crook of his neck. “I promised to fill both your sweet holes, didn’t I? Breathe for me. ”
I was no stranger to anal, and he’d already relaxed me with an orgasm, so when I felt his tentacle press in, I bore down to let it in. It slipped inside, stretching me, and I cried out, fingernails skidding down his smooth, shimmering scales.
“There,” he murmured, shivering. “You’re so hot inside, sweetheart. I made it so slick, it went right in. You feel so good. Too good. Fuck, let me just…”
He rearranged me, pushing my hips slightly away from his torso until another wet tip quivered between my pussy lips.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed, shaking all over.
“When I’m keeping you warm like this, my entire body is primed for fucking,” he murmured, the other slick tentacle sliding in my pussy while the one in my ass squirmed slightly, not really thrusting. “I feel that all over. I wonder if I could come from fucking you with my tentacles alone, but we’ll have to try it another day. You’ll get my cock today.”
“Okay,” I said at once, the word breaking halfway through as the length in my pussy thrust deeper.
“How sweetly she agrees to everything. Tell me, sweetheart. Will you say ‘okay’, too, when I tell you I want to fuck you until you’re pregnant? It would be so easy. Our species are beyond compatible. Do you want children?”
The tentacle in my ass moved, pushing slightly deeper before it pulled out. I moaned out a shaky “yes”.
Yes, I wanted children. That was why I devoted my life to kids, didn’t I? Only, no man had been right to build a family with.
“Yes, she does,” he said, his voice dipping into a lower, hungrier range. “Will you pop out babies for me, lovely girl? Will you be mine forever?”
“Okay,” I said, so delirious, I didn’t fully grasp what I was saying, what he said.
All I knew was that everything was exactly right: his words, his touch, his caresses enveloping me from every side.
“That’s my girl,” he groaned, leaning in for a ravishing kiss .
I shook wildly, kissing him back sloppily, my body and brain disconnected on a fundamental level. I was out of control.
Soon, a slick tentacle tip prodded my back hole again. I moaned when it slid back in, slicker and warmer than before. It pushed deeper until I grunted in protest. The tip was narrow enough, but it quickly flared into wider and wider girth.
“I’ll teach you to take more,” he murmured, a trembling hand smoothing my hair. “So good. So generous. You have no idea. No one’s ever… No one. No one but you.”
Hot tingles raced down my spine, making me weak. I nodded jerkily, my open mouth pressed to his scales, gulping hungry breaths. The lengths inside me moved in an interchangeable rhythm. When one thrust deeper, the other pulled back, and the friction was insane.
I burst at the seams, and it seemed like with every thrust, he tried to get just a fraction of an inch deeper, until my jaw went slack, my brain desperately trying to hold on to reality.
Fuck, was I stuffed.
When the tentacle in my pussy turned slightly until the suckers pressed at my front wall, I cried out, the friction instantly growing better . When it pushed deeper, I moaned, begging without words.
And when the suckers latched on, I arched and whimpered, uncomprehending why this thing felt so impossibly good. It was like… Like they were sucking my clit from below.
The thrusts grew shallower, smaller, just enough movement to give me friction without removing the suction. Vodyan stroked my hair and nape with a shaky hand, his body undulating around me in endless ropes of powerful, muscular flesh.
A few more thrusts, and I took off again, sobbing my release into his scales.
“Fuck! I can’t wait any more. ”
I was a rag doll in his hold, a being of bliss and water. When he slid out of my pussy, I barely sighed, and when he brought me lower and thrust his cock into me, I smiled deliriously, too happy to put it into words.
“That’s right, smile for me. I’ll make you so happy,” he said, the words coming fast, manically ardent.
I looked down in time to see him slam halfway in, stopping at the place where the upper prong came out of. It flattened against my clit with that thrust, and then, it rubbed me. Like a mini-tentacle.
My poor, oversensitive, burning clit somehow produced a tingle of pleasure at the contact.
“Uh-oh,” I said, slowly raising my eyes to see him staring at my face.
His lips were parted, eyes wide and bright, and the membranes at his ears fluttered madly.
“You’re cute,” I slurred, reaching up to touch his ear.
He caught my wrist gently and settled my palm on his shoulder. I startled when I realized I felt the echoes of his thudding heartbeat in his collarbone.
“Be still,” he said, choking up.
All his control and the commanding, engrossed manner were gone. His eyes were wide with fear or wonder, his slack face somehow younger and more open than I’d ever seen it. When he cupped the side of my head, his hand shook hard, his fingers spasming against me until they tangled in my hair.
“It never felt like this,” he said, his voice tight with something breakable and hot.
I nodded shakily, because he was right. It hadn’t ever felt this way. I wondered if I’d had sex the wrong way until now. I couldn’t qualify why this felt like so much more. It wasn’t even the tentacles, but something unspeakable, something sacred.
His hold tightened around me, muscular limbs wrapping around my thighs, middle, and neck, the one in my ass thrusting languidly when he slowly pulled almost completely out and slid back in, that prong stroking my clit .
“Fuck,” I breathed, tension coiling anew in my trembling, blissed out muscles. “You… I’ll fall apart. I can’t.”
“Shh,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine, moving so slowly, I wanted to scream for him to go faster so it would end.
All my nerve endings felt taut, all of me stretched open and exposed. Nothing separated me from him. It felt like my skin, muscles, and bones were all gone, and we were soul to soul, excruciatingly close.
“You’re so good,” he choked out on a long, agonizing moan. “Take it for me. Just a bit longer.”
“Okay,” I whispered when he pushed in again, filling me through both holes until I felt like bursting. “B-but I can’t.”
“Shh, shh, shh.” He shushed me compulsively, his cock dragging inside me with languid ease, rubbing his tentacle through a thin wall of flesh in mind-blowing friction. “You have to, because you’re the only one. There’s no one but you. So you have to. Say okay, my darling.”
“O-okay,” I sobbed out.
“So perfect.”
He thrust harder, a jolt of painful pleasure shooting up my spine. I was lost, my tongue getting away from me. I pleaded with him in slurring, deranged words, begging him to stop, to keep going, not to let me drown, to fill me up, to let me crawl under his skin, to never let me go.
It was his turn to agree to my every demand, until every jolting thrust was punctuated with a moaning “okay”. I couldn’t get enough of the sounds he made, so sensual and passionate, male moans and whimpers that tickled a spot deep in my brain, making me wind up tighter until I couldn’t stand it.
He fucked me hard now, my entire body jerking in his tight grip, and when he hit my clit just right, moaning out his pleasure, I shattered. My body fell apart until there was only him and the bliss that burned me away to nothing.
Harder and harder, he fucked me through it until he stilled, his body a hard coil of tension as he spent himself inside me in jarring, agonizing thrusts, trying to push himself even deeper. I swore I felt his hot cum filling me up, each heaving pulse of his cock giving me more until he coated my insides with himself. When he stilled, breathing hard, I thought he was done. But a second later, he groaned deeply, shaking harder. Something hot covered my lower belly, sticking to my skin.
“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth, shaking. “I’ve never… Zoe… You’re the first…”
I didn’t know what he meant, but that didn’t matter, because he pressed me flat against him, the gel-like wetness on my stomach sticking to both of us. He stayed inside me, shaking as he held me, and I shook, too, easy and safe in his embrace.
“My girl,” he murmured reverently into my hair. “Mine forever.”