Chapter 20
Ursuline led the way down to the bay. With each step closer, my heart accelerated.
The water glittered invitingly, and yearning tugged me forward. To be in that vast expanse. To be closer to Ursuline. Now that we’d breached the tension between us, that we’d begun to explore it, I never wanted to stop.
The fantasies in my head alternated between filthy and sweet.
To being bent over and bound for them, both their mating tentacles fucking into me.
To wake up in their arms, to share space freely without fear of being found out.
I wanted, more than I ever thought possible, and that ache in my chest was as steady as a heartbeat.
“Strip down, Elrich,” Ursuline said.
I startled, realizing the ground had transitioned to sand, that we were already at the shoreline.
They’d divested themself of their tunic, and their pale skin shone under the moonlight.
My mouth watered at the sight of their darker nipples against their pecs, the lean but strong arm muscles.
At their dark, thick tentacles keeping them upright, smooth and strong.
Their short silver strands glinted in the moonlight, and the shadows sharpened their jawline, the dip of their clavicles.
When I met their eyes again, an amused grin played on their lips.
Right. I needed to undress.
I kicked off my shoes, then stripped off my socks and pants and shirt quickly. All that remained were my boxer briefs, but I hesitated on the waistband. Somehow, being out here naked with a cock cage felt far more vulnerable than normal.
Ursuline’s tentacle slid up my leg, slow and sure, the touch making me tremble and melt in the same breath. They reached right to the fabric of my boxer briefs, and the tip of their tentacle teased around the bulge of my trapped cock. The sensation shocked me, my whole body attuned in the moment.
“Fuck,” I groaned out, the ache in my balls intensifying.
I needed them inside me something fierce.
I tugged down on my waistband, and they removed their tentacle so I could shed the underwear.
Once I kicked it off, the breeze curled around me, my skin so sensitized that any touch would make me react far more than normal.
I reached down and squeezed my caged cock, the metal trapping the swollen flesh.
I was so turned on I could barely breathe, and I needed whatever Ursuline could give me tonight.
“Follow me, sunshine,” they said, gliding toward the sea.
I took the first steps into the water, the coldness bracing.
I’d normally worry about my cock getting smaller, about the cage sliding off from how chilly these waters were, but my body was aflame with a desire that wouldn’t abate.
Ursuline had glided farther into the water, moving more naturally here than on land.
The water was waist-deep for them, and I waded deeper into the bay.
The waves were gentle here, spurred on by the wind more than anything, and they felt a lot calmer than the wild crashing waves of the Sentient Sea.
The Triton Manor overlooked the bay, looming ahead of us, and a shiver ran down my spine.
All it would take was an errant glance from the wrong person to expose us.
However, the staff kept to themselves, and the Triton family was gone from the manor tonight.
I trusted Ursuline to be thorough because they had to be.
Now that I understood what was at risk for them, the fact they still pursued this with me drove a shard of longing deep into my heart.
Because in being with me, defying Triton, they took a chance that could end terribly for not just them but their family.
And yet they continued to show up for me time and time again.
“Closer, sunshine,” they said, beckoning me a little deeper, higher up on their waist. I recognized that they stayed in the shallows due to me.
Ursuline could breathe underwater, fuck underwater, do anything they liked beneath the ocean, but I wasn’t in the same situation.
The consideration sent another burst of warmth traveling through me.
I waded up to them, my heart slamming hard enough that the sound dominated everything else. Last night, when they’d taken me, had felt like the culmination of all the intensity that brewed between us, but tonight? Tonight was inevitable.
A claiming, another reminder that I belonged to them alone.
Instead of stopping when I came close, I waded until I bumped into them and looked up. They loomed over me, but their lips were right there, and I yearned for their kiss so badly.
Their tongue slipped out to wet their lower lip, and a moment later, they leaned down to claim my mouth.
I moaned into their kiss, loving how euphoria swept through my veins.
They tasted like the drink from Haven, like sex, like safety.
I shuddered as I placed my palms on their chest, savoring this connection between us, more intense than any I’d experienced in my life.
The thump of their heart, the way their tongue snaked into my mouth to caress—everything about them made me reel.
I reached up, curiosity stoked, and ran my fingertips along the gills lining their neck.
They shuddered in response, and I tried it again, enamored by their responsiveness.
Ursuline’s tentacles twined around my thighs, tightening there, even as they kissed me like there’d be no tomorrow.
I loved their tendency to wrap their tentacles around me, the possessiveness making me swoon.
With them I was safe, cared for, in a way I’d craved my entire life.
They pulled back for breath, their arms encircling me. “Think you can take both of my mating tentacles tonight?”
A shudder rolled through my entire body, an aching want. “Yes, please.”
“So polite, sunshine,” they teased as they swept their mating tentacle up my inner thigh.
It felt distinctly different from the other ones, hidden from sight even as they roamed around on land.
It was softer than the other tentacles, smaller than the thick ones they used like limbs.
Yet the girth had been perfect thrusting into me last night.
The idea of taking both at the same time made my cock swell in its confines.
I craved the stretch, the claiming something fierce.
Could that imprint on me, make them linger even when we were apart?
Their mating tentacle caressed along my taint, sending sparks through me, and the tip slid along my hole. I clutched their shoulders, the pleasure racking my body from those strokes alone.
“Hold on tight to me,” they said.
I squeezed their shoulders, my grip firm, and their tentacles tightened around my thighs as they hoisted me up out of the water. Held aloft by their strength, the water dripping off me, I was as vulnerable as I’d ever been, but in their arms, I loved it.
“I’m going to start with one,” they said as their mating tentacle rubbed along my hole again.
Being taken out in the bay by them, exposed completely, sated something in me I hadn’t realized I’d needed.
The public claiming, how even in this situation, I felt safe.
I’d always longed for a relationship like this—the stuff of dreams—but couldn’t have it in this life.
So tonight, I’d stay here with them.
Their gaze traveled down to my trapped cock, swollen and straining against the cage they’d locked me in. “You look gorgeous in that.”
Heat roared through me at the compliment, and I preened.
“If I could, I’d keep you trapped all the time,” Ursuline continued. “Let your cock out when I needed to ride it and then cage it back up while I fucked you senseless. Keep your hole dripping with cum day in and day out.”
Fuck. I breathed in deep, trying to suppress the desire that raged inside me at those images parading through my head. “You have…” I asked, curious by what they’d said.
“A mating hole too,” they said. “Most cecaelia have a mating hole and tentacles.”
My cock strained even more in the cage. Imagining them riding me, strapped down by their tentacles, taking what they needed set me afire.
“However, you haven’t spent enough time in the cage,” they said. “That’ll be your reward for when you’re freed.”
“Pretty sure taking you isn’t a hardship either,” I said a little breathlessly.
They teased their mating tentacle along my crack again, the slickness slathering across it.
Then, they thrust the tip inside. My breath snagged, and I was grateful for how their tentacles wrapped around my thighs kept me steady.
They squirted more of their slick inside me, easing the way as they thrust in a little deeper. When they brushed against my prostate, I howled. My nails dug into their shoulders at the sudden flare of pleasure, so much more intense than before.
“Did I mention caging can make the prostate more responsive?” Ursuline teased.
I struggled to catch my breath, panting. “You…did…not.”
They thrust in again, another stroke that robbed me of my senses.
I keened backward, holding on to them with all my might.
Fuck. I needed this more than my next breath.
I needed their length thrusting inside me, making me complete.
And after taking them yesterday, the thickness felt comfortable enough as they fucked into me where there wasn’t any sting.
And I craved the sting, the stretch.
I wanted both of their mating tentacles tonight.
They lowered me back down into the water, even though their mating tentacle continued to fuck inside me.
The sensation of the cool water around my body, of the slight floating feeling, of the way they held me secure—all of it threatened to overload my systems. My balls ached, my cock was trapped, and yet I didn’t care.
Not while they fucked me with their mating tentacle, each thrust inside me sending a shock of pleasure stronger than I’d ever experienced before.