20. Eve #3
His tentacles keep my legs open as he thrusts again. My mind feels like mush as pleasure sweeps in. I’m unaware of anything but his cock inside me.
It’s pain, it’s pleasure—it’s everything.
Sliding back until only the head of his cock remains inside me, Harven surges forward. I moan as he finds a punishing rhythm. The erotic sloppy sounds of my pussy fill the room. Oranges and briny air swirl with the scent of our fucking. It’s heady. It’s perfect.
My breasts jostle with every brutal thrust.
Haren palms one, teasing my nipples. My thighs snap around his torso, needing him as close as possible. I take everything he gives me. I lift my hips to meet every brutal thrust.
“Eve,” he pants, sweat glistening on his brow. “Tell me you love it. Tell me you need me fucking you every day.”
His hands fall to either side of my head to leverage himself to take me rougher. Our bodies slap together in a beautiful harmony of wet flesh.
My fingers curl into his forearms as I withstand the brutal pounding.
“I need it, Harven. I can’t live without—without you.” I press our slick foreheads together. “I love you.”
The words slip out before I can stop them.
Saying ‘I love you’ during sex is a bit of a cliché, but when one is being fucked this good, the truth has a way of coming out. Harven stares at me with wild eyes. His thrusts turn uneven and even more punishing, as if he can cram more of himself deeper.
He won’t be satisfied until our bodies fuse into one.
Golden eyes assess me as if waiting for me to take it back. I let him see the truth in my eyes. I surrender to him—to us.
My heart is his to take.
With a snarl, he pulls me from the bed. I’m still impaled on his cock as he rotates us. My knees go on either side of his torso. Even at this angle, he still looms over me.
His cock grazes my G-spot and my vision blurs.
I try my best to canter my hips, but the size of him makes it hard. I take him as deep as I can, only managing half of his shaft before pressing up. My arms wrap around his neck. Harven cups my ass, guiding my movements to set our pace.
A tentacle slips between our bodies to play with my clit.
“I love you, Eve. I didn’t think it was possible. Love is not necessary for seafolk, but,” he swallows, “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. I loved you the moment you opened your eyes and demanded to know what the fuck I was doing. My beautiful, fierce mate.”
Tears glide down my cheeks as my laugh turns watery.
“Isn’t it too fast for such a declaration?” I ask, pleasure pounding through me.
“Those are human concerns. Shed them.”
And I do.
Giving myself over to him, I work myself on his impressive length. Between his teasing suckers and the tentacle on my clit, the tingle in my stomach returns with a vengeance.
This orgasm will destroy me.
“I’m close, my king.”
“Me too.”
He roughly squeezes my sore ass. With our peaks looming, I know just how to set my mate off.
“Give me more, my king. Every inch of you. Make me your queen.” My lips ghost over his. “And fuck a baby into me.”
Harven snarls like a wild animal.
A tentacle wraps around my middle to hold me aloft while he brutally powers into me from below. My breasts bounce in time as he slams himself deeper each time.
The sounds, the smells—everything—pushes me towards completion.
I hold on tight as he fucks me for all I’m worth. My teeth snap together as his tentacle suction to my clit. His hand spears into my hair and grips it tightly. The bite of pain undoes me.
Tossing my head back, my pussy locks tightly around his cock.
“Harven!” I scream until my voice is hoarse.
His teeth find my shoulder as he thrusts deep. Torrents of hot seed fill me in a rush. It bathes my inner walls.
I sob at the pleasure. My body twitches with aftershocks as Harven gives me a few shallow thrusts, ensuring all of his seed makes it into my womb.
Pulling out of me, his come slides down my inner thighs and onto the bed. He made a bigger mess of me than I had at the celebration. We both note it with a smile as he clutches me close.
I crave this part almost as much as his domination. The tenderness of his reverent touches makes my heart clench. The glowing in my chest dims as if satisfied we’ve finally given in.
The ever-present ache remains, a permanent reminder of my love for Harven.
Exhaustion weighs me down as I trail my fingers limply through his beard. Harven captures my hand and kisses it.
“Rest, mate. My cock already wants back inside you.”
Tentacles skim up my hips. The scarred one presses against my heart as I burrow into Harven’s chest. His racing heartbeat steadies me.
“Being mated to you for centuries won’t be so bad.”
“High praise.” He kisses my temple. “And what brought about this change of heart?”
I give him a sleepy smile.
“You’re really good at sex.”
Laughter booms from him as he clutches me close. I inhale his scent and absorb the warmth of his body beside mine.
We fit together perfectly.
“Sleep, my little mate. While I allow it.”
“So bossy,” I mumble.
“But you love me anyways?”
The wonder in his voice forces me to open one eye.
“I do,” I say. “You’re one lucky kraken.”
“Don’t I know it.”