11. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
Beatrice
Great fucking Lake Ontario. I could barely begin to process what was happening.
The fact that I'd finally gotten together with the man I'd been girlishly in-love with since that first Lovecraft club all those years ago.
Now, not only did he seem to share my feelings, but the mask was what had made it all possible.
And now, because of the mask, we'd stumbled into not only what could have been one of the biggest discoveries of humanity, but I was living out my own monster fucker fantasy.
It was far more terrifying than I'd ever imagined. This wasn't some fluffy, monster fling. This was dark magic twisting my friend into something else completely. What was the mask's purpose? Why had it done this to Noah?
Was he going to be okay?
Was I going to be okay?
Could I even survive a mating from this creature?
So far, so good.
He slotted inside me, like he was made for me, and the tentacle appendages writhing around his cock made themselves right at home stroking circles around my clit, stroking over the seal our bodies created, and penetrating my asshole.
When a tentacle from his writhing beard forced its way into my mouth and down my throat, I shivered in dark and unholy bliss.
If I was going to die from all this, what a way to go.
The fleshy suckers on his tentacles rubbed at my esophagus, making me gag and thrash. He laughed cruelly in my mind, and oh god, the sound of it inside had my mind, my heart, my pussy—all of me—shattering at once.
My scream came out muffled and warped from the way he gagged me.
My violent release had my mutated captain plunging inside all three holes at a frantic pace. Determination and something cruel crested his brow. The slits where his nose had been flexed with his heavy breaths.
He rode me through another orgasam, then another.
I couldn't take any more.
Finally, I recalled the safe word he'd given to me.
"Fhtagn." The sound came out choked around my moan, so I thought the word.
The creature froze, all five of his unblinking yellow eyes centering on me. This time, it spoke.
A word I didn't understand.
Over and over again, it repeated. Tears burned my eyes.
Noah would know what it meant. Could he hear the creature?
With a long, vicious claw-tipped finger, he snapped the ziptie, and for one foolish moment I thought I was free.
Instead, Noah swept me into his arms, and his tentacles coiled around me tight, holding me fast. Then, he started pumping into me again.
Tentacles suctioned onto my nipples, plucking at them until they stung. I’d never felt so full, so violated, so... cared for?
It was a frightening contrast between horrifying monster that I was fairly sure was in heat and the possessive embrace of Captain Noah Visser.
Then, he pulled out of me.
From my ass. My throat. My pussy. Suddenly I found myself empty, and now I hated myself for not wanting it to be over.
The monster said something else in my mind. I couldn't understand, yet the words sent a thrill through my marrow.
"Noah—" My voice was barely more than a rasp as I watched what unfolded next in petrified awe.
The four green tentacles like sheaths covering his cock curled back once more, and slowly, his shaft sank back inside the beak-like hole in his groin. Tucking back inside him.
Did that mean we were done? Had he come? Was that why there was so much goo leaking from me? My body certainly hadn't made all this slick on its own, as aroused as I was.
"So, we're done? Yeah? If you're going to eat me, just do it—"
The words clogged in my throat when the beak opened and out slithered something new.
A tentacle.
This one wasn't like the others.
It had no suckers. It was long, thin and pink. It flared at the end, with an opening that drizzled fluid onto the sheets.
My pulse ratcheted as the tentacle dropped to my center and suctioned itself to my clit. It sucked, so hard I wondered if it was trying to tear it off.
I squirmed against Noah. It was like trying to fight a brick wall. He held me fast against his hard and beastly physique. I was helpless to do nothing but shiver through yet another orgasm.
As the pleasure ebbed, and every nerve was left overstimulated and tingling, the tentacle peeled from my swollen clit and slithered inside my pussy.
It pushed in, deliberately slow. It seemed to enjoy the way it overloaded my senses until I was a flushed, throbbing, dripping mess.
Pain and pleasure sang through my veins.
Then, my stomach clenched when my attention snagged on the tentacle connecting his body to mine. A bulge was pushing through the organ, and the creature's muscles tightened as its many voices in my head chanted louder than ever.
It was like I'd been shoved into a pervy B-rated creature feature, and I was playing the part of the virginal sacrifice to the ancient sea beast.
His grip tightened, making me whine in pain. “Noah, it hurts. Please. Oh, fuck—”
With a sickening plop, something almost jelly-like spurted inside and rested heavy against my cervix.
A shudder rattled through me. Did it just... Did Noah just lay an egg inside me?