Chapter 16- Skyler
NOVEMBER GIVES WAY to December in a blur of good times, festivities, tinsel, but not enough tentacles in my opinion.
I dive into Christmas activities at MM Institute and even help with a huge project, rehabilitating a few dolphins.
Before we know it, it’s Christmas break, and both Ardsley and Karlo will be busy with their families and respective significant others.
I exchange gifts with my two best friends at the work party two days before the holiday, and merriment is shared all around.
Naturally, my weekends are spent with Reed.
We go on biking dates, take loads of pictures, and whenever we go to dinner, he insists on paying.
The insecure part of me that thinks I’m not rich enough slowly shuts up over time.
After all, Reed wasn’t fazed by the Dillinger clan or my shoebox-sized apartment.
Could it be possible he sees a long-term future with me, too?
Tonight, however, is Christmas Eve, also known as the true test of our relationship. If my present isn’t received well, I doubt Reed will dump me over that, but I won’t be able to forgive myself. My new monster boyfriend is hunky, rich, sweet, and generous; all I want to do is measure up.
We’re sitting on Reed’s couch with the laptop open, celebrating our long-distance holiday.
The Dillinger clan is on video chat as they hang out at Eartha’s place, along with some cousins all over the country.
We chat and play online games while wearing our audacious Christmas sweaters, like we do every year.
Each of us reveals our Christmas dinner, and I proudly show off the meat loaf and mashed potatoes Reed and I cooked together.
And the entire time, my man doesn’t stop smiling.
He doesn’t think we’re overbearing weirdos who celebrate Christmas via the internet.
And when I hold his waist closer to me on the couch, he doesn’t squirm away.
A not-so-little part of me wants to keep him next to me, never let him go, and celebrate Christmas with him every year.
Even the embarrassing parts of my life aren’t so bad when Reed Sung is smiling by my side.
At last, it’s time for presents. We laugh in delight when Eartha gets Gramps a smart watch.
Dad gets Mom a purse with a bejeweled butterfly pattern on it.
I think it’s gaudy, but Mom loves it. She stares at Dad like they haven’t spent almost forty years together, and it warms my heart.
When I squeeze Reed’s hand, I pray to the monster god that maybe that could be us one day.
“What did you get my son, Reed?” Mom asks.
Reed glances at me. “Nothing that pretty, Mrs. Dillinger,” he replies with a smile.
“Please, call me Mom,” she says, beaming in the screen.
I try not to roll my eyes while Reed squeezes my hand. “I can’t show it to you on screen,” Reed says.
“Ooh, sexy,” my sister coos with a smirk. “It’s that kind of present.”
I exchange a shocked look with Reed, then turn back to the laptop. “Eartha,” I whine.
Everyone laughs, and Reed forces a chuckle. “No. I got him a voucher for a tour of the Alaskan wilderness.”
“What?” I ask.
Reed shrugs and continues, “You always said you wanted to take photos of the Northern wilds and see whales and stuff. I figured we could go sometime when you’re free.”
“You got us both tickets?”
Reed’s face turns pink. “Was that…presumptuous? Assuming you wanted to go with me?”
My heart wants to skyrocket and blow up into dazzling lights. I squeeze Reed’s hand. “That’s so thoughtful. Of course I want to go with you. Thank you, babe!”
That must be the right response, because he quickly relaxes. “Um, merry…m-merry Christmas,” he stammers.
“Oh, you two,” Gramps remarks with a grin, and we all laugh.
“What’d you get the man, Sky Baby?” Mom asks.
My cheeks grow warmer. “It’s kind of lame in comparison.”
“You didn’t have to get me anything,” Reed says as I stand up.
Might as well get this over with. I dash to the Christmas tree behind the couch, then return in seconds with a gift in hand. Reed beams at me, and, after I nod, he begins to unwrap it. In moments, the large book in his hands is revealed.
“What is this?”
I look at the PC, then at my feet on the floor. “It’s like…like a scrapbook. Some photos I’ve taken over the past three months.”
When I glance at my boyfriend, his face is delicately neutral as he leafs through the album. The family murmurs in awe over the video phone, but I wait on bated breath for Reed to say something.
My mouth is dry when I finally break our silence. “I thought, ‘what does Reed not have?’ and well, I barely see any pictures here in the house. So, like…”
Reed holds up a page with a selfie that he and I took during a picnic. Then he turns the page to reveal a photo of him and Aisen at the Institute. “This…this is…”
I gulp. “Merry Christmas?”
After a beat, Reed closes the book and wipes his eyes. “This is beautiful,” he rasps.
The relief in my heart feels like a deep breath after staying underwater for too long. Reed moves closer to me and holds me by my waist. “Thank you, Skyler. It’s amazing. Stupendous. I’ve never had anything like you…I mean, like this,” he whispers.
“You’re welcome, baby,” I reply in a low voice.
“Aww!” My family says on the laptop, thus shattering the moment. We break apart, and I promptly close the laptop. Then, I pull Reed’s face into mine and kiss him hard.
“Hey! Where’d you go?” Eartha asks from the closed PC.
“Technical difficulties!” I shout, then go back to making out with my boyfriend. I ignore my family’s laughter and disapproval as I kiss Reed on this perfect Christmas night.
An hour later, we’re parked at a nearby beach. Other than the occasional string of holiday lights on a neighborhood house, the only illumination comes from the stars.
“There is…one other part of my Christmas gift,” Reed says from the driver’s seat.
“Really?” I cleaned my whole body in the bathroom before we left, just in case his gift involves some full-body intimacy.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course,” I whisper.
Five minutes later, we’re walking down to the water. Sand gets in my shoes, but I don’t care. Despite the nippy December air, I’m not cold in my Christmas sweater and jeans. Holding Reed’s hand always keeps me warm.
When we’re almost at the water, Reed toes off his shoes, and I do the same. With our feet in the shallow waves, all we can see is the brilliant cosmos and its reflection in the ocean. We’re the only two people to exist.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he murmurs. “Way before I thought I had enough room in my life or heart for someone as special as you, Skyler.”
How can I even respond to that? This all seems so momentous, so intimate, and nervousness thrums through me. “Uh…s-s-same.”
Reed turns and holds my hands. “I want to make love to you.”
I nod quickly. “Yeah. Okay. Here? It might not be the most comfortable.”
Reed steps back into the water, letting go of my hands. In the darkness, I watch as his form turns purple and his appendages sway in the ankle-deep water.
Gone is the Reed I know. Now, the kraken stands before me. “I want to make love like this,” he says in a low, sexy tone.
All my dreams are coming true right now. When I notice his tentacles rising up, I get hard instantly. “Are you sure?” I ask as I pull off my sweater.
“Yes, very much so.” The kraken of my dreams approaches me, and his tentacles get tantalizingly close to my face. “But only if you don’t think it’s weird.”
“Consent granted!” I yelp. I undo my pants and we both laugh. “This is my Christmas present, right? Well, I want to unwrap this baby.”
“You sure you’re okay with the way I look like this? I…I’ve never shown this to any past lover before.”
I’m sick of him second-guessing, and I sure as hell don’t want him to think of past lovers. So, in answer, I lick my lips and take the closest tentacle into my mouth. He’s salty, slick, and oh so good. Like a bumpy cock, but not as rigid.
The way Reed vibrates in response is priceless. And when I deep throat the tentacle, he lets out one long huff.
“Ooh fuuuhhh…” His whole body shivers as he plays with his nipples with his hands. The other tentacles wrap around me without touching, ready to bind me up, as he gets closer.
I pull off the tentacle and swiftly shuck off my boxer briefs. Tossing all my clothes onto the sand, I ask, “Does that answer your question?”
When he doesn’t reply, I gently take another tentacle and guide it to my hard-on. “Does this?” I purr.
Reed growls and crashes into me in a fevered kiss. As I make out with the kraken man, I feel his appendages slither around me. My hard cock rubs on his purple torso, and I’m seconds away from bursting. I need to calm down; I want this to last!
Reed moves off me, and we both catch our breath. The tentacles keep exploring my body, brushing my nipples and cock, and I instinctively spread my thighs. “Well, hello there.” I greet one tentacle and lick it.
“Ahh…did you know…ahhh…that I can taste with my suckers?” Reed keeps shivering with sexual pleasure.
“I did know that,” I purr.
“Well, you taste so good,” he murmurs. His hands move all over his torso; for a moment, I think he doesn’t want to touch me before I remember that six of his limbs are caressing me.
“Thank you kindly, you big kraken, you.” I snicker and take turns deep throating each of the tentacles.
I’m glad he’s not jerking me off in earnest, because the slight caresses over my nips, balls, and ass have me so fucking on the edge.
When I grab two tentacles and shove them both in my mouth at once, Reed lets out an obscene, guttural noise that thrills me to no end.
This is by far the sexiest moment of my life.
Reed pops out those fleshy tendrils and rushes up to me with another kiss. We’re holding each other, hands unable to stop for even a moment. He explores my mouth with his tongue, and I don’t miss when one tentacle teases my ass.
When I spread my legs even further, Reed seems to get the open invitation.
He pulls off from the kiss and asks, “May I?” He pokes my hole, and I smile.
“You better, Mr. Sung,” I purr.
A dangerous look grows on his purple face. In the next moment, two tentacles lift up my thighs so I’m horizontal in the air.
“Whoa!” I say through a laugh. Two seconds later, I’m gently placed down on the sand. The rushing water barely reaches my feet, and cold air surrounds me. I don’t care about any of that when Reed crowds my space. With the next maneuver, I forget where I am and my own name.
His tentacle. It’s in my ass.
“Oh…ooohh…”
My eyes shut, and I become lost in a thicket of lust. The one tentacle in me reaches my prostate with ease. It wiggles around, hungry and untamed, and it’s as if I’m being fucked and rimmed all at once. It’s everything I’ve dreamed of and more.
When two tentacles grab my wrist and hold them above my head, I gasp. Two other tentacles play with my nipples, teasing them to hardness. My chest is super sensitive, and I think this sea monster knows he’s making me churn out even more precum.
“Reed…Reed…” I chant as he cranes forward and licks and sucks on my neck.
I don’t have the brain power to form sentences or count how many tentacles are occupied right now.
All I know is the tendril in my ass is lighting me up like Reed’s Christmas tree.
I need to warn him I’m about to blow, but I’m sure my aching hardness is a strong clue.
Then a slippery tentacle wraps around my cock. And it’s game over for me. My nipples and ass are thoroughly attended to by this horny sea monster.
And now…my hard cock. Can’t forget my manhood being pumped by a wanting tentacle.
“Fuck…ReeeeeEEEEEEDFUUUCCK!”My unintelligible slur grows louder as my cock is taken over the edge.
I howl into the night sky as my orgasm is thrust out of me.
My body is no more; I exist only as a being of pleasure, trapped in a delicious network of tentacles.
I scream and writhe while being held in the sand by my monster boyfriend as I shoot and shoot.
My vision is gone; I’m a vessel to this orgasm to end all orgasms. It goes on and on, my every nerve ending blasting off then fizzling out.
After an eternity, the tentacles ease off when I begin to get too sensitive.
The one slips out of my ass, but the tendril on my dick slows down at just the right rate to make the orgasm feel good all the way through.
Slumber overtakes me for a few seconds before I wake up to Reed cleaning me off with ocean water.
Sand is in my body crevices and my hair, but none of that matters.
Not while this kraken shifter cleans me, then proceeds to spoon me.
We lie there for some time, and Reed gently kisses the back of my neck.
His tentacles gently caress me, slowing down from earlier, but never staying still.
“Merry Christmas, Skyler Dillinger,” he whispers.
“Mmm…Merry Christmas, Reed Sung.”
“Sleep tight. I’ll carry you to the car in a few minutes. We’ll get you cleaned up and in bed in no time.”
“Okay, my love,” I say through a yawn, not caring that I let it slip how I really feel about him.
Because I do. I have thoroughly fallen in love with this sea monster, and I have no intention of loving anyone else this way as long as I live.