Epilogue #2
“No! No, baby, no, everything we’ve ever done has been so good!
I just don’t know why you think it would be selfish to make love like you described.
I wouldn’t be in any pain. It sounds like I’d be the envy of every woman with a pulse.
Why is it selfish? I also need to know why it’s reckless, because you’re literally the most protective, caring person I’ve ever met. You’d never be reckless with me.”
“I suppose it’s reckless and selfish in my soul, because I’d be overwhelming you with so many parts of myself, and you... Well, you couldn’t fully reciprocate.”
“I’m short a few tentacles, yeah,” I tease.
“Overwhelming me. With so many parts of you. Hmm. That doesn’t sound reckless or selfish at all.
It sounds like an amazing way to make a memorable honeymoon.
” I lean forward and rest my lips next to his ear.
“It also sounds like every dirty fantasy a husband and wife can share, and still need only each other. I only want you.” I kiss his cheek, and then slowly slide away in the water, seizing one of his tentacles and holding it seductively between my bare breasts, letting it wind up my chest and caress my face.
I guide it to my mouth while Mercer’s eyes widen, and run my tongue slowly across his suckers and the soft, fleshy skin between them, concluding with his tip in my mouth.
Sucking on it like it’s a cock while I stare at his enraptured expression. “I want all of you.”
All of me. By Poseidon, she can have me.
I seize her and swim fast and hard to the shallows, then drag our beach blanket to the edge of the water.
In Kraken Key, we’re alone and undisturbed.
No one else gets to hear the gasping cries Madelyn makes as I surge on top of her, cock seeking her soft, dripping slit.
No one gets to watch her spread her thighs wide for me, welcoming me to paradise.
I’m the only one who hears the straining, grunting noises that are so animalistic and primal as I start alternating my cock and my tentacles inside of her.
Her pussy clings and expands to each one, but it’s keeping her off balance, making her constantly yip and squeal with surprise as my cock coats her insides liberally with my extra thick, slippery pre-cum, and my tentacles come and greedily use it all, filling her to the limits.
“God... I’m going to come again,” Madelyn whimpers as my cock drives home and stays there, feeling the heavenly sensations of her tremors.
“Good. You’re supposed to. I want you nice and relaxed when I explore your ass,” I groan, trying hard not to come when her hot walls caress me, throbbing around me.
“Lube, though?”
“I pack my own,” I say, holding off with a massive effort as Madelyn’s orgasm ripples around me.
I pull my cock out, quickly replacing it with a rampant, thrusting tentacle, and drag my tip between her cheeks, coating her with slippery juice.
“Oh. Oh, Mercer, fuck, that feels really good,” Madelyn moans as my tip nudges her.
“It’s supposed to. I’ve been doing my reading, like a good husband. Filling you in both holes isn’t just about my wildest fantasies—”
“Or mine,” says my perfect, amazingly fuckable wife.
“It’s giving you a world of good sensations. I just don’t think very much will fit.”
“Maybe not this time. But we have a week to practice,” Madelyn says, and I fall more and more in love with her every second.
I fall more in love with this monster of mine every second.
The world rocks around me, tentacles switching in and out of my pussy, Mercer slowly sinking into my ass, and a third tentacle comes up to slide into my mouth.
Through the haze of pleasure, I can barely force my eyes open, but I do, revealing a kraken king above me, all muscles and heaving grunts.
A legendary, mythical monster—and I make him weak with just one little dart of my tongue into the sensitive ring of muscle that makes up a sucker.
“So good,” he breathes out.
I suck several inches of smooth teal into my mouth and use it as a distraction as my muscles relax and welcome Mercer in.
After that... I don’t keep track of what’s happening. I can’t. Tentacles thrust in and out of my pussy, while Mercer slides in and out of my ass, slowly, gently, but with his slippery essence easing the way, he picks up speed.
Every sensitive spot on my body is plundered and pleasured. I suck hard on the tentacle in my mouth as some weird way of keeping grounded in the sensory onslaught.
“My good little mate. Taking all of me. Every hole hugging me so tight—and that beautiful mouth looks so good wrapped around me,” Mercer cries, thrusting in and holding.
The world goes dizzy as the little wall of flesh between my ass and pussy is pressed tight between two thick, muscular hunks of kraken, cock and tentacle working in unison, then in tandem. Mercer’s thumb circles pointedly on my clit, and his voice is choked with urgency the next time he speaks.
“Come on me, Madelyn. Come on all of me. Let me feel it. Let me fill you.”
It’s his words that give me the final push, letting go and waiting to be filled, wailing his name as his tentacle slips free from my mouth and his cock erupts inside of me.
“Earthshaker,” Mercer gasps, collapsing on me, head alongside mine.
I know that’s a kind of prayerful exclamation, but I can’t help but giggle.
“How... do you have ... breath left for giggling?” Mercer demands, voice weak, whole body limp.
“Funny. How they say ‘the earth moved’ when it’s good. And you call on ‘Earthshaker.’ I think there’s a connection, but you fucked my brains loose, and I can’t find it.” I hug him tight, warmed by his bulk, wrapped in his arms.
Mercer mumbles something into my hair.
“If you’re going to fall asleep on me, can you do it in the hotel?” I ask with a giggle.
“Fall asleep? I was just resting between rounds,” Mercer sighs.
“I love you.”
“That’s good, because I love you, and I’m not stopping.”
“Mmm. One day down, and forever to go,” I whisper, and give my kraken a kiss.
I hope you enjoyed this tale from Harmony Glen!