Epilogue
“I wish Zack were here.”
It’s probably strange for a new husband to wish that an endlessly energetic and curious child were accompanying him and his wife into a secluded, romantic lagoon off the coast of Florida, isn’t it?
Madelyn makes me feel better when she rises to the surface next to me and giggles at the black and silvery angelfish swirling around her ankles. “I know. He’d love this. He’d be trying to pet all the fish, though.”
“No, he’d just want to make sure he saw every single one,” I chuckle. “Am I being a bad husband? Am I ruining the romantic mood of our honeymoon?” I ask, fairly confident that I’m not, but enjoying Madelyn’s reassurance.
She swims into my arms, her barely-there black bikini showing off the bounce of her heavy breasts and leading my eye to the hips I can’t wait to grip as I work my cock into her eager tightness.
“You’re the best husband, and the best dad. I know Zack would love this, but we can always come back. I’m pretty sure he’d be upset if we took him away from his week with a trio of grandparents. He’s being spoiled rotten, and he’s got real live diggers in the yard to watch for hours every day.”
“I’m glad the workmen in Harmony Glen seem to be the patient kind. He’s going to want to look for fossils in every pile of dirt and ask them endless questions about the construction equipment,” I chuckle.
Madelyn’s face shows a moment of worry, and then it passes, glowing with relaxation.
“I worry about him distracting them sometimes, and ruining the pool installation—or falling in the concrete. But then I remember that Linda is there, and since she’s paying for the installation, her contractor handpicked everyone.
It’s going to be the nicest pool in the state. ”
“Linda can be fierce. I like her, but I prefer your mother,” I say loyally—but it’s also true. Linda throws money after her guilt for her son’s idiocy, like the gift of an in-ground pool as a wedding present, and offering to send Zack to some ritzy private boarding school once he’s in first grade.
Over my dead body—about the boarding school, at least.
“My mom likes you way better than certain other people, too.” Madelyn kisses my jaw and strokes her hands possessively over my shoulders.
Her legs eagerly wrap around my waist. “But enough about in-laws and kids for a few hours,” she purrs.
“I want to concentrate on my new favorite relative. My hot husband.”
“Mmm, my sexy little wife,” I purr right back, pulling her hips greedily towards me. My cock rises easily to fit and rub into the groove between the soft, plump pillows of her thighs and rub against the thin crotch of her bikini bottoms.
“He’s pretty amazing, my husband. He’s a wonderful tour guide to the underwater wonders in this lagoon.
He’s awesome at carrying all the luggage out of the airport—and all the baggage from a failed marriage and an emotionally scarred woman.
I was wondering if there were any other skills he’d like to show off? ”
One tentacle tugs Madelyn’s swimsuit tight across her pussy, drawing all the fabric into the center to press against her clit.
I slip a finger over the plump lips bulging from either side, delighting in the silky smooth feel of her newly shaved mound.
“I have a few things I could try to do to impress her,” I hint, fingers tracing the fabric over her sensitive nub.
“I love those skills,” Madelyn moans softly, so responsive.
My cock and tentacles are slaves to her sounds, hungry to earn more. “Float for me?” I whisper, urging her onto her back, tentacles acting like a living raft under her back and arms.
“Float? Why—Oh.” Madelyn blushes when I move her limbs around, guiding her into a starfish pose on top of the water, and direct her crotch right to my mouth. “But we’re in the water,” she protests. “Can you even—”
“I’m a kraken. In the water is my default setting,” I remind her with a wicked grin. I slide the bottom of her bikini all the way off and bury my mouth on her snatch, tongue and one lucky tentacle working as a team to get her ready for more.
With no curls in the way, I spend more time suckling every speck of her skin, spreading her open so I can get a better view of the intimate pieces of her that now belong to me.
She’s mine. Body and soul, just as I belong to her.
“I’ve been wanting to see if you taste different now that you’re officially my wife.
” My tongue slides across her clit and into her wet entrance as my tentacle squeezes and searches for the spots that make her writhe.
“Ohh, fuck, Mercer...”
“Mm. You do. Sweeter. Definitely naughtier.” I push her cheeks apart so my tentacle can swirl its tip pointedly against her pucker, holding her tight when her body jumps at the taboo attention. “I believe my wife mentioned wanting to be filled in every hole. At once?”
Madelyn nods, a choked noise of agreement exiting her lips as her hands start to massage and play with her breasts.
“Push the cups to the side,” I instruct, voice growing more urgent with lust. I want to watch her touching herself.
My beautiful mate. I love her breasts, with the thick, dark nipples that fill my mouth when I pleasure her.
Right now, my mouth is elsewhere. “Will you play with your breasts for me while I’m busy down here? ” I ask, knowing she will.
Madelyn slides the black cups to the side and reveals her hard nipples, her thumbs already heading to them.
She squeezes and pulls in a rhythm that I try to match, my mouth focused on her clit while one tentacle starts to thrust inside her clenching pussy.
The other strokes her anus, working on making her relax.
“Give everything to me,” I whisper between adoring licks and sucks. “I’ll never hurt it. Never leave you. My body is your gift, and yours is mine.”
Madelyn groans, and her fingers hold and pull on her taut nipples. “I know, I know. I’m yours, too, Mercer.”
My tentacle slips further inside, exploring how deep I can go.
Since our June meeting to our September wedding, my mate has grown used to my size.
Madelyn’s tight body always expands like magic to take more and more of me, but I still have my perverse dreams of filling her to the hilt, of my tentacles writhing in and out of her, two or three at a time, taking turns fucking her into a slippery froth.
I’m afraid she’ll think that’s too aggressive, too selfish, especially considering the man she was with before.
“What are you thinking?” Madelyn asks. She can always tell when I wander off in my own head.
“How beautiful you are. How badly I want to fill you.” I put my mouth around her clit again and suck, eyes closing as she bucks against me.
My tentacles act on their own and pin her, spreadeagled in the water, pulling her limbs tight so I can tongue-fuck her to a gasping, shuddering peak without her sinking.
I can’t move. I mean, I could if I asked, but after a fraction of a second of alarm, my body adjusts to a new thought. I’m helpless, but safe. Not helpless, either, not really, because Mercer is the definition of helpful.
What I am is a prisoner of pleasure. I’m floating in a sparkling, secluded hideaway with crystal water and a sunset-colored sea, and I’m dreaming about how it would feel to be completely overtaken by Mercer, to be his beautiful, cherished wife and his slutty little tentacle puppet.
He makes me feel safe enough to be both, to know that being one won’t erase the other.
“You make me want to do things, Madelyn,” Mercer groans, and I can see his shoulder working as he takes a second from blowing my mind with his mouth. I know he’s stroking his cock for me.
“Wh-what things?” I ask, eyes rolling back as his tentacle thrusts in hard and pushes up, stroking the spongy interior structures of my clit.
“Show you why krakens used to have bad reputations.”
I shiver, but only in pleasure. The tentacles binding my arms twitch, and the tips swirl around my breasts, suckers clamping on my nipples.
“You want to sink someone’s motorboat?” I tease.
Mercer’s tentacle slaps across my ass, and I squeal in surprise, both that he did it and at how good it felt. “No. I just want to love you recklessly. Wildly. Selfishly.”
Selfishly, says the guy who delivers the most unselfish loving ever, who is still going, his mouth against my clit right now, lapping it hard and fast with the flat of his tongue.
The pressure that’s been building and simmering in a collection of mini-orgasms boils over. Every part of me is touched and trapped in the best way, and Mercer’s eyes are on me as his tongue destroys my self-control and his thick tentacle bunches inside of me, pushing my limits.
“Mercer!” I scream his name to the sea and sky, going shaky and limp.
He bundles me up to his chest, arms around me. “Was that good, little wife?” he asks, kissing me softly, letting me taste sex and saltiness on his lips.
“It was unselfish in the extreme,” I pant. “What’s selfish and reckless look like?”
“Taking every inch of you. Tentacles pumping in and out of all of your holes. My cock taking turns.” Mercer’s voice quivers, as if he’s trying to sound calm about something that would make every red-blooded MILF need new panties.
“Would I be in some kind of pain?”
Mercer almost drops me in his shock. I can feel his whole body go rigid for a second, and his eyes, so smoky with desire a second ago, are now wide with horror. “Madelyn, I would never... Wait, has this been hurting you? Oh, my God, why didn’t you—”