Chapter 23
Vodyan
W e’d be like one of those couples.
Her words danced in my brain, making my lust burn even brighter. I just came, and I wanted to fuck her again, to have her, to claim her time after time so she’d be tied to me forever.
It was a bit pathetic, how much I wanted that. To have her to call my own. To show her off, my precious human girl, the prettiest of all. To see her get to know all my neighbors, so they’d know the scary man from the bottom level was worthy of such a luminescent creature’s attention .
Now, I wrapped around Zoe in tight coils as she faced me, arranging her so her legs were as wide as her muscles allowed, her cute pussy on full display for me, right above water level. I controlled all of her, holding up her head so she wouldn’t strain her neck, winding around her palms so she’d have something to grip.
At first, I only watched her. She was dark with pounding blood, pink and red, her clit swollen, her pussy seeming so tight, so unassuming. But it would fit me like a glove. I knew it was possible with the right prep. It was a part of the mate adaptation process, but I didn’t remember now if it only happened through sperm consumption or if my natural lubrication played a part.
I’d give her both just to be safe.
“Are you gonna just look at it?” Zoe asked, shooting me a challenging look. She squirmed, trying to free her hands, and I grinned, remembering how angry she was when I stopped fucking her before. She was so feisty when she got horny, ready to fight for her pleasure. It was adorable.
“Maybe I will,” I teased her, drunk on this moment.
It was exactly right. She was here, in my pool, fed full of my cum, and completely restrained. The pleasure of seeing her like this, unable to run, unable to leave me, was heady. I needed her like this. Mine.
She didn’t get angry like before. Instead, her expression crumpled, her eyes glittering with a desperate plea.
“Baby, please. I need you,” she almost sobbed, and that was that.
I could fool myself I was in control, but really, it was completely the other way round.
“Of course, you lovely thing,” I rasped, nudging that tentacle slick with my lube between her lower lips.
I watched with fascination as she parted for me, opening wider and wider the deeper I went, until I reached the end, and she grunted, trying to arch her hips.
“You’ll get everything you need, sweetheart,” I promised, fucking her slowly as I eyed her swollen clit that begged to be touched. “All in good time.”
I decided to leave her other hole alone tonight, though it beckoned, pulsing gently as she clenched around me in pleasure. But if I was going to fit my whole cock inside her, that would take work and focus.
When I thrust deeper, her opening stretching around my girth, she moaned and shuddered, clenching tight.
“All right, my darling? Is it good? ”
She groaned helplessly, squeezing her hands tight. I stopped thrusting, pushing as deep as I could inside her. After a moment, she looked at me blearily, panting.
“What? Don’t stop,” she said, a bit of a whine to her voice.
“I asked you a question, Zoe.”
She gaped at me, her pussy squeezing me so hard, we both gasped. She liked it.
“No way,” she said, slowly shaking her head. “You’ll be like that? Baby, don’t force me to talk, you feel too good! It scrambles my brain.”
I tried to push a bit more of my limb inside her, and she cried out, shaking.
“And now? Good or too much?” I asked, relentless.
“Good,” she choked out. “Full.”
“See? That wasn’t so hard,” I said, settling into an easy rhythm while I slowly circled her clit with a wet finger.
Zoe spasmed, crying out, but my eyes were glued to that tiny, throbbing bud. It fascinated me. Such a small piece of her, yet it held such immense power.
I wound the tentacles that were wrapped around her thighs tighter, bringing the very tips to come together at the apex of her thighs. They flanked her clit, pressing to it from both sides, and as she moved slightly with my every thrust, it caused friction.
I sat back and watched, curious and patient, even though my cock pounded with lust, reaching for that sweet home between her legs.
“It’s not enough!” she cried out a few beats later, desperately trying to thrash against my restraints. “Please!”
“Please what, sweetheart?” I asked, not changing a thing, though I had a few more techniques planned to try out.
She was so fun to play with. Everything I did got a reaction, and I knew I’d learn all the ways that made her shatter into blissful incoherence soon enough. I already had a pretty good repertoire, but it wasn’t enough. I’d learn everything until I was a master of her. I’d go to lengths no one else would even bother to consider.
“Please make me come!” she demanded, her eyes flashing with anger, her lips open around big, shuddering breaths. “Stop torturing me!”
“Would you like me to stop? Really?” I asked, rubbing both tentacle tips against her clit in a faster, tighter pattern, trying to stuff half an inch more inside her.
She howled, throwing her head back, and then she came with rhythmic contractions that caused my suckers to latch on, making her scream even more high-pitched. That orgasm lasted long, a perfect moment of tension and release shaping every trembling contour of her body. When she finally relaxed, gulping deep breaths, I grinned.
“How was it? Is there room for improvement?” I asked, eager for her feedback.
She shot me a look so vicious, so utterly disgusted, I reared back for a moment, wondering if I did something wrong. But Zoe wasn’t angry about anything I did.
“Room for improvement,” she muttered angrily. “It was the best fucking orgasm of my life! There. Happy?”
“Very,” I answered, my chest filling with a deep, wonderful glow of satisfaction. “But why are you angry?”
“Because you’ve ruined me,” she said, gasping when I pulled out of her, gazing at the delicious gape where her pussy stayed in the shape I’d molded her into. “Nothing else will ever compare.”
“That was the goal, and I’m not done,” I said without a hint of remorse. “I will ruin you, pretty thing. I have to.”
She shook her head, blinking hard in surprise, but I didn’t let her gather her thoughts or reply. With a deep groan, I pushed the tentacle slick with her juices inside me while sliding another one in her mouth .
“Suck on me. Show me how much you like it,” I ordered, out of my mind with the pleasure of having her like this.
She did, nodding frantically, her hot little tongue instantly licking all over me without hesitation. It still blew my mind. How accepting she was. I’d heard stories about vodniks who were attracted to humans but had difficulty finding a partner who wouldn’t fetishize them or feel reserved about their different anatomy.
Not Zoe. She was perfectly on board with everything I was, and while she loved the things I did to her, I knew she wasn’t here for the tentacles. I felt deeply that she wanted me.
“And now, I’ll fill this little hole right up,” I whispered, teasing her still gaping opening with my slick tentacle while I plunged another one inside myself. “ Fuck! You make me so horny.”
Her dazed eyes fixated on where I pumped in my slit, coating myself in my lube. It felt insanely good, better than it had ever been when I did it by myself. I pushed deeper, fucking myself harder, and she gave me a series of eager, urging sucks, as if to keep me going.
“Enjoying the show?” I murmured, pushing inside her with one tentacle for now. “How about this?”
I fucked us both in the same rhythm, pushing deep, as deep as I could go. She made a muffled moan, her fingers digging into me, but her eyes stayed stubbornly open. She watched my slit open to allow for the tentacle’s girth just as I watched her pussy gape for me, the ring of pink flesh squeezing around a sucker in a way that made me moan.
“See? No one else can do this for you. No one else can fuck us both at the same time like this. Isn’t it nice, pretty girl? Fuck, you’re so hot inside.”
She moaned deeply around my tentacle, sucking on it desperately. I realized I was about to come again, and so I pulled out of her mouth and brought her to my cock, still fucking her pussy with deep, long thrusts .
“Swallow, darling,” I said, my stomach tensing when her hot lips closed around my cock. “Swallow it all.”
I moaned as I came in her mouth, her tongue pressed up against me as I coated it, knowing she’d have to taste me this way and reveling in it. I’d never come down her throat, I decided. She’d taste my flavor every time until her taste buds learned to crave me.
“Every day,” I said as the aftershocks eased, my cock finally softening, but not all the way. I was still ready for more. “Every day, I’ll come in your mouth until you’re fully adapted. And when you are, I’ll keep doing this for the simple pleasure of it. Up you go.”
I brought her trembling body into her previous position, spreading her even wider until she cried out, the taut muscles in her inner thighs fluttering with tension.
“Good?” I asked, my tentacles already trembling with the need to give her more.
She nodded, panting. Her face was flushed, pupils blown wide, locks of hair plastered to her sweaty face. I leaned in and put my palm on her lower belly, looking intently into her eyes.
“I’ll fill you up so much, it will be visible from the outside,” I said, watching her reaction.
She sighed shakily, blinking slowly until her lashes fanned over her cheeks. I licked my lips, waiting for her protests, but none came.
“I’ll go deep,” I promised, turning myself on with my words. “Deeper than anyone before me.”
She shivered, her belly tensing. I spread my fingers wide, spanning my palm possessively from hipbone to hipbone.
“And when your shot stops working, I’ll put a baby in here.” I shivered from the very pleasure of saying those words. “I’ll shoot my cum deep inside you, plug you up so it doesn’t come out for hours, and do it again three, four times a day until you have no choice but to get pregnant for me. ”
I wasn’t asking, but she nodded in agreement. “Okay.”
“Fuck. I want to do it now,” I groaned, stroking her belly, so pretty, soft, and rounded. It would be a perfect little cushion over my baby when it grew inside her.
“Okay,” she said again, her legs shaking even though I held them firmly. “Yeah. Do it. Okay.”
“So eager,” I whispered, enthralled. “She’ll never say no to me, will she? Such a good, needy girl. She’ll let me do what I want.”
I rubbed my two slick tentacles together before winding them into a symmetrical, swirling shape, narrow at the tip, but flaring obscenely wide with length.
“I’ll stretch you so well, pretty thing,” I said, the words tumbling out as I watched her gaping pussy clench over nothing, her need so obvious. “I’ll fill this greedy cunt right up.”
The entwined tentacles slid easily enough inside her, her opening stretching over the growing girth. I stopped when she spasmed, crying out, and fucked her to that level, preparing her for my cock.
“And she takes it. You’re a helpless little thing, aren’t you?” I pushed deeper, just half an inch, and she screamed, her challenged muscles spasming as I opened her wider.
“Please!” she sobbed. “I can’t!”
I didn’t stop thrusting, though it was slow now, her tightness resisting me despite ample lubrication.
“But you didn’t say your special word,” I breathed, watching as she pulsed around me. “I think you can take it. I think you’re dying for more.”
I twisted inside her until suckers lined up against her front wall. She cried out, tears streaming down her face.
“Fuck!” she wailed as a hot little fountain gushed out of her when she came. “Fuck! No! Fuck! ”
I rubbed her clit, making her scream again, that orgasm either still going or turning into another, I didn’t know. When it ended, she was limp in my hold, each breath shaking her soft frame. I guided her unresisting hand to her belly, where my shape protruded slightly, her pussy still clenching around me like it couldn’t get enough.
Her palm spasmed when she felt it, her teary eyes lifting with effort to my face.
“And you thought you were ruined before,” I said, giving my hard cock a slow pump. “Look at you. Such a lovely mess. So ready for me. Tell me, sweetheart. If you pass out from how good it is, can I fuck you? When you fall asleep from exhaustion, can I use your tight little body?”
She shook her head, closing her eyes as if she was in pain.
“Every time…” she began, her voice rusty, her lips dry. “Every time I think… nothing could make it better… You come up with a new thing.”
“Hang on. You need water.”
I reached over to where I’d prepared a few bottles. I brought one to her lips, holding her up so she could drink. When she downed the whole bottle, I pulled her closer, my entwined tentacles jostling inside her until she hissed, clenching around me.
“A short break,” I said, gathering her to me. Her every shallow breath fluttered against my throat, and I loved it. I loved all of it. “How is my girl? Need anything else?”
She laughed soundlessly, shaking in my arms.
“I feel like I’ll never need anything in my life again. I’m fully sated,” she said hoarsely. “You’re unbelievable.”
“So. Back to my question. Can I use you when you’re asleep?”
Her pussy clenched, giving me my answer, but I wanted to hear it. A moment later, I did.
“Of course. Isn’t it obvious? You can do anything to me. I just let you get me pregnant, for fuck’s sake. What else do you want? ”
My chest filled with light, my cock hardening painfully. I was milked dry, and yet, I almost felt it—the testicles hidden deep inside my body going into overdrive to make more cum so I could breed her.
“I’ll ask you again when you’re not out of your mind with bliss,” I promised. “And you’ll say yes, because I told you about it in a moment of intense pleasure, and now it’s deeply connected in your mind. The idea of having children with me and that ecstasy. I can be cunning if I want.”
She scoffed, shaking with hoarse laughter that made her stuffed pussy spasm around me.
“Listen, tentacle boy. If I didn’t want you more than anyone in the world, none of your tricks would have worked. But keep telling yourself that. Sure. I’m here because you’re cunning .”
I grinned, stroking her hair and naked, trembling back. “More than anyone in the world,” I repeated, drunk on bliss. “I think you deserve to come again for this one.”
I eased out of her and arranged her lolling body until she was on her back, my tentacles supporting her so her hips were above water level. I leaned over her, bringing my face so close, her uneven breaths fanned over my lips.
“Any last words?” I asked, reveling in the way she looked at me. Like I was the only thing worth her attention. It was addictive.
Her voice was hoarse but sure. “Yes. I love you.”
I stared at her, my mind blanking out. Her eyes were lucid and dark, staring at me with a challenge, her jaw relaxed as she breathed through her mouth, her eyes flicking between my left and right one as she waited for my reaction.
“Yeah?” I asked finally, my throat constricting.
“Mmm. I do. It’s okay if you don’t say it back, but I wanted to tell you. Since we’re planning kids and all.”
A faint smile played on her lips, and even as I was frozen above her, my tongue tied, my heart hammering faster and faster, she was patient, easy and comfortable with what she said. I sensed her deep certainty and complete lack of pressure. She really meant it. She didn’t expect anything from me in return for her confession, but as heat rose inside me, making my body itch from within, I knew I had to tell her.
With one, sure motion, I spread her open and pushed into her, pressing my top prong to my shaft to make it go in. I stopped when half of my length was inside her, snug and hot. Her eyelids fluttered, but she kept her eyes open and focused on my face.
“You gave me purpose,” I said, fucking her easily with half of my shaft for now, a tentacle passing over her clit until she clenched around me. My top prong wanted to pull away, putting pressure on her front wall.
I was only a few thrusts in, and she was already shaking.
“You live so deep in my brain, I can’t imagine existing without you,” I continued, giving her an inch more.
She squeezed her eyes shut and cried out, gripping my hips until her nails hooked under my scales with a pleasant sting.
“You tore the lies out of my head and replaced them with your truth,” I said, feeding her a bit more, my movements growing shaky until I struggled to keep an even pace.
“You got me hooked. Everything I see, everything I think about makes me go back to you. What will Zoe think? Will Zoe like it? Will it make her laugh? Will she like this place? How do I make her happy? How many people do I kill so she’s safe? Who do I hurt, threaten, bribe, murder, to get Zoe everything she wants?”
I pushed deeper and she moaned, clenching tight. I rubbed her clit roughly, watching myself sink three quarters in with each thrust, my fat girth stretching her open in a way that was beyond erotic. The tip of my cock found her cervix and curled back, allowing me to feed more of my length inside her.
“Is this love, Zoe? It doesn’t seem to be. This thing is unhealthy and obsessive, but I’ll never give it up. And you gotta take it, cause it’s all I got. This sick, toxic bag of feelings, and my cock, and the mess that’s me. You gotta take it. ”
“Yes!” she cried out, and I fed her a bit more, until I was almost in, and it took all my restraint not to slam home on the next thrust.
“Yes what?” I asked sharply, pulling out so slowly, black spots danced across my vision.
I slid in equally slowly, and she whimpered, shaking all over.
“I take it! I take it all! Please!” She sobbed, her belly filling out with me as I pushed in deep. “Now! Please!”
With that, my self-control was obliterated. I went all the way in, and it was a struggle. She resisted me, the fattest part of me at my root seemingly unable to go past her opening stretched to its limit.
And then, I was in, and she screamed, coming all over my cock, her moans mixing with incomprehensible, blubbering words.
“I want to live here, inside you, forever,” I whispered, my own orgasm almost there.
Before pulling back, I ran my fingers over her bulging belly, so very gently, as she squeezed me with helpless, fluttering aftershocks of pleasure.
I pulled out, almost to the very tip, and rocked in to the hilt. Once, twice, thrice, before my cock jerked and flooded her with cum. It flexed, writhing, until the tip latched onto her cervix, pushing my cum right inside. I came and came, hot agony bolting up my spine until the world grayed out in the most visceral bliss I’d ever felt.
My smaller prong swelled and hardened with a second orgasm, straining to reach deeper. It shot my plug of clear gel inside her, sealing my cum from coming out of her womb, where it belonged.
She was the first woman I ever gave it to, and she’d be the only one.
My Zoe.