10. Viggo
Viggo
T entacles poised and ready to make Juniper come, I keep swimming backward toward my home’s underwater cave entrance where Juniper will be free to scream as much as she wants to.
“Open wide, my treasure,” I say, and an electric thrill shoots down my spine as Juniper obediently does what I ask.
“Good girl,” I whisper, then let the tapered tip of a tentacle rest on her tongue, letting her get used to its feel, before expanding it to fill her mouth, not quite pushing into her throat.
Juniper’s eyes flutter closed as I reward her with gentle suction against her clit. The tentacle in her cunt pushes in deeper, and I slowly let it expand, sending soft rippling waves through it to massage her walls.
The sensation has Juniper’s eyes popping open and she lets out a muffled moan. My cock throbs with need and I’m sure there’s a trail of dark precum streaking through the ocean behind us, but nothing can distract me from the beauty in front of me.
I shift my hands to Juniper’s ass, easing her cheeks apart so another tentacle can lavish her back hole with attention, drawing delicate circles around the tight bud.
Thankful for my advanced eyesight so I can witness each detail of the beauty in my arms, I study Juniper under the starry skies.
I monitor each of her reactions, desperate to learn what she likes, wanting to satisfy her on every level I can.
Her chest heaves, color blooming across her cheeks, as she squeezes around my tentacles with an approaching climax.
Increasing the suction to her clit, and applying a tad more pressure to her back hole, I commit the sight to memory as Juniper unravels in front of my eyes, screaming around the tentacle filling her mouth.
I channel every drop of self-control to my cock so I don’t explode right here, right now. I have too many plans for my treasure.
As I guide Juniper through the final pulses of her climax, I carefully withdraw the tentacle from her mouth, but keep the others right where they are.
“Are you okay?” I ask with a gentle caress to her cheek.
“More than. So good. Amazing. You, I mean,” Juniper pants.
I kiss the tip of her nose. “I’ll take it as a good sign if you can’t form full sentences right now.”
Juniper’s head bobs. “Full. I am. Pussy. Good.”
“That’s wonderful because I have even more plans for my pussy. Your pussy,” I quickly correct. “But first, we have to get into my house.”
Looking at the ocean surrounding us and the dark rock wall at my back, Juniper asks, “Huh? Where’s your house?”
I tilt my head toward the rocks. “Behind me. There’s an underwater entrance so we have to swim in.”
Juniper’s brows furrow. “How do you get stuff to your house?” she asks casually, as if she isn’t stuffed with tentacles and rocking her hips for more.
“There’s a ground entrance too, but it’s along the beach,” I explain, pushing against her G-spot. “I didn’t think you’d want to get on the beach naked and filled with tentacles at this point. Swimming in seems easier.”
Juniper’s fingers tighten in my hair. “Do I have to hold my breath for long? Is it deep?”
I shake my head. “You just have to hold on to me. I’ll breathe for you.”
Juniper’s body stills. “You’ll what for me?”
Framing her face with one hand, I explain, “Hold on tight to me. I’ll place my mouth over yours and give you oxygen. Because I can, you know, breathe underwater. Kraken gills and all that jazz.”
Tension visibly melts out of Juniper’s body. “Of course, you can. Cool. I’m in. You going to keep this tentacle in my pussy the entire time?” she asks, tightening her muscle around said tentacle.
I pause its undulating motion. “Unless you want it out?”
“Not at all,” she says, emphasizing the sentiment with a hip swivel.
A shudder of pleasure rolls through my body. “Good girl. Keep your eyes closed. Not because I want to keep secrets from you, but because I don’t want the saltwater to sting your eyes.”
Juniper’s smile is soft as she strokes the stubble on my jaw. “You’re too sweet. I think after that last orgasm you can convince me to basically do anything for you.”
I ignore that statement for the moment being, otherwise I’ll declare my love right here. “On the count of three, we’ll go under. Ready?”
Juniper nods. “Ready.”
“One, two, three.” I place my mouth over Juniper’s as I lower us down, swimming directly for the entrance. Her arms tighten around my neck, her legs around my waist, but there’s no resistance as I breathe air into her mouth. Slowly the tight hold around me loosens as her body relaxes.
Juniper licks into my mouth, stroking my tongue with hers. It’s instinct alone keeping me on course as I pass through the lower doorway and start making our ascent.
Our tongues duel, a ravenous dance—tangling, exploring, coaxing, demanding. Then we’re breaking the surface.
Juniper’s mouth leaves mine for long enough to wipe the seawater from her face and take a look around the cavernous room.
“Holy halibut, Viggo. Are those rows of kraken cum bottled up?” she asks, staring at the walls of glass vials.
I try to shrug, but I’m scared this might be too much for her. “Uhm, yeah. Good storage solution and makes for ambient lighting, don’t you think?”
The smile Juniper bestows on me is a ray of sunshine embedding itself in my heart. “Oh yeah. I love the blue glowing quality. In anyone else’s home, I might think it’s weird. But it really works for you.”
“How would you like having some of that cum inside your sweet cunt? Think you’re ready for me?”
“I thought you’d never ask. And I’m on birth control, so fill me up.” Thoughts of Juniper filled with kraken cum, of painting her entire body with my seed flash through my mind.
“I’m on birth control too,” I manage to get out before I push up out of the water with Juniper in my arms, and stride toward my bed.
I lay her down carefully, keeping my tentacles wrapped around her limbs and one still filling her cunt as I stand at the foot of the bed, studying the most enticing creature I’ve ever seen.
“You’re breathtaking,” I whisper, almost awestruck by her beauty.
Juniper’s gaze wanders over my entire body, lingering on one detail before shifting to another. “So are you.”
I curl my tentacles tighter around her ankles and wrists, then slowly spread her limbs apart, baring every inch of her for my hungry eyes. I send two tentacles to her nipples, then lightly suck on the stiff peaks. Juniper’s back bows, her hips grinding into the tentacle filling her cunt.
“More, please, Viggo. I need you.”
“That’s a sentence I’d like to hear every day for the rest of my life.”
“Better start now, then.”
I dive forward onto Juniper, catching myself before I crush her, then kiss her voraciously. Juniper tries to free her hand from a tentacle, and I let her go so she can explore me to her heart’s content.
“Cock. Please,” she demands with a begging note in her voice.
I hold myself still as Juniper finds my hard cock between my tentacles, a shudder of pleasure rolling down my back and to the tips of each appendage as she gives it a stroke. A drop of cum falls from my tip onto her abdomen.
“Sorry if the color bothers you. I have ink-removing gel to get rid of it later. It won’t stain you forever,” I explain nervously.
“No worries. I’ll think of it as a temporary tattoo. Besides, I also own ink-removing gel. Got some when I bought your cum.”
My hearts riot in my chest as I fall more in love with Juniper with every word she utters. “You’ll never have to buy any ever again. I’ll give you however much you want.”
Juniper’s lips curl into a mischievous smile. “That’s very generous. But if you don’t paint my pussy with that delicious cum within the next few seconds, I might grab some from that shelf and do it myself.”
“Don’t even think about it. Fresh from the source is always best.”
“I bet,” Juniper answers, and pulls on my cock, guiding me toward her spread legs.
I retract my tentacle, and let the bulbous head of my cock rest against her glistening opening. “Watch my kraken cock as I fill you, Juniper.”
“I’m ready” she breathes with confidence, eyes rapt on my cock as she lifts onto her elbows and spreads her legs as wide as they can go.
I grip her hips and slowly push forward. “That’s it, my treasure. Just breathe. Relax and welcome me home.”
Sweat dots my brow with the effort of my restraint. But I’m determined to make this as pleasurable, as memorable, as I can for her.
Rocking forward with the gentlest of thrusts, I give her time to relax and adjust to the girth of my wide head. Desire gathers at the base of my spine, but I keep it carefully controlled, not wanting this to be over before we’ve properly started.
“You’re dripping for me, my treasure. So beautiful. This cunt was made to take my cock.”
A groan of pleasure tumbles across my lips as the thick head finally slips into her wet heat.
I pause as we lock eyes, our chests heaving in tandem as the moment lengthens.
With a small nod from Juniper, I push forward again, studying every minute reaction, every indication that this feels as good for her as it does for me, until I’m fully seated and her cunt wraps around my entire length.
Head lolling to the side, the sweetest of whimpers breaks free from Juniper, her hands tightening in the sheets. “You’re so big, Viggo. Your cock feels amazing.”
“Your cunt is pure gold, my treasure. Nothing has ever felt as good as you,” I say through gritted teeth, giving her a few experimental thrusts.
“I really might get addicted to you,” Juniper says with a playful quirk to her mouth, hips moving to meet my shallow thrusts.
Flipping us until she’s sitting astride me, I demand, “Ride me. Show me how much you want me.”
Juniper’s smile stretches into pure delight as she starts out slow with rocking motions, swiveling her hips with tiny gasps as my cock massages all the sensitive parts inside her.
I cup her tits, tweaking her nipples while my tentacles graze across her body, lavishing every inch of her with attention.
Stretching out one tentacle, I reach for the lube on the nightstand, flipping the lid and squeezing a generous amount on the tip. I bring it to Juniper’s ass and she pauses her movements.
“Yes, Viggo. Please,” she moans breathily and leans forward, bracing herself on my chest while I slowly push into her with the tapered tip.
When I pass the tight ring of muscle, I slowly expand the tentacle, pushing forward until Juniper’s eyes roll back in her head with pleasure.
“How does this feel, my treasure?” I rasp.
With a blissed-out smile and half-lidded gaze, Juniper rocks her hips. “Good. Full. But give me a little more. I can take it.”
My cock twitches inside of her tight cunt, knowing I’ll never meet anyone as perfect for me as Juniper.
Trying not to drown her with affection, but still wanting to express my appreciation, I rumble out a fraction of the praise I want to give her, “My treasure, you take me so well. You feel so good. You’re so perfect.”
Juniper whimpers with delight and her pace grows more urgent. She lifts herself up before slamming down on my cock and tentacle again with moans that will be forever ingrained in my memory. I meet every single one of her thrusts with my own until we’ve created the most beautiful carnal rhythm.
Head thrown back, cunt tightening, back arching, Juniper crests, and I follow right after. I hold her steady with my tentacles as I pound up into her. Once, twice, and then I’m filling her with my first load of the night, pumping her full with every drop she’s inspired.
I lay Juniper down on her back, before unhurriedly withdrawing from her.
Juniper eyes me lazily as I press a tentacle to her cunt to keep the ink inside.
Feeling suddenly shy, I croak, “Please allow me to paint you. It’s something I’ve never done with a partner before.”
The corner of her mouth lifts into a languid grin. “Viggo, you’ve drawn three orgasms from me already, and I know we’re not yet done. At this point, you can do no wrong in my eyes. Paint away. Make me pretty.”
“You’re already pretty. More than,” I whisper as I dip a tentacle into her inked cunt, then worshipfully proceed to draw swirling patterns across her body. The same patterns I’ve used for my rock garden.
I circle her breasts and paint up her sternum, then dip the tentacle back into her cunt. I trace her tattoo, and paint her upper arms, her neck, her abdomen.
“There’s not enough for your legs,” I announce sulkily. Swirling the tentacle through her cunt, trying to gather every last drop of ink.
Juniper stretches lazily. “Looks like you’ll just have to pump me full again.”
“You really mean that?” I try not to sound too eager, but fail miserably, judging by the smirk she gives me.
Juniper lifts one shoulder in a playful shrug. “If you want to.”
I take her hand and place it on my hard cock. “Oh, I most definitely want to. I’ve not been soft since the moment I saw you on the dock in Cape Easton. I can go as many times as you can take me.”
“Prove it.”
My face splits into a grin. “It will be my pleasure.”