Chapter 27
Vodyan
I looked at her with trepidation, my heart beating sharply. I was painfully aware Zoe didn’t have to come with me. She probably wouldn’t want to, either. The threat was gone. Carver was dead, and while we fought lamias underwater, Malgeri dealt with Carver’s human forces that waited for him in a boat up here. My demon boss left no survivors, completely unbothered about any potential questioning into the total massacre.
Malgeri, like Zoe, had an ax to grind with people who kidnapped children.
There was no one left to hunt Zoe, and while there was one name left on my list, he wasn’t a threat to her. She could go home, back to her volunteering, her family, her human friends and ex-boyfriends.
Really, there was no reason for her to stay. I felt hideously exposed waiting for her answer, so convinced it would be a no that when she spoke, I replied instantly, trying to shield myself.
“Of course. You want to see your family. I understand,” I said, swallowing down my painful disappointment .
Zoe was silent for a beat. I didn’t see her expression, avoiding her eyes so she wouldn’t see how hurt I was.
“Uh, Vodyan?” she said tentatively. “Yes, I want to see my family, but they are safe and well. I can call them or something. So, can we go now?”
I looked at her sharply, confused and refusing to hope.
“Go where?”
She was perplexed, her green eyes confused, brows pulled into a small frown.
“Um, to your place? So you can fuck me senseless? Isn’t that what we’re discussing?”
I couldn’t contain the bright grin that stretched my lips. “Yeah? You really want that?”
She seemed to catch on to my confusion, because she smiled, holding my face in both hands.
“Silly man,” she said, pulling me down for a kiss. “Yes, I want you,” she said between soft, sweet kisses. “Of course I do. I love you so fucking much.”
“Good,” I said, a bit gruff, a bit tender. “Because I’m not letting you go.”
Zoe snorted when I picked her up. She wrapped her legs and arms around me, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck.
“But you were just about to let me go. Are you all talk, big man, or will you actually take me? Preferably hard and fast?”
I stiffened, my cock filling rapidly. Post-fight lust was here, powerful and hot, and her naughty mouth didn’t help the matters.
“Careful, or I’ll undo that nice little zipper you have between your legs and keep you impaled on my cock while we travel,” I murmured in her ear, my hands settling possessively on her ass.
I didn’t even care if anyone saw it. She was mine, the secret was out, and I’d touch her unless she told me to stop.
“Fuck,” Zoe whispered, breathy and hot. “Mhm. Yeah. Okay.”
I laughed under my breath, pulling her closer until her hot core rubbed against my scales while I kept my cock hidden with sheer willpower .
“It’s always ‘okay’ with you, pretty girl. Fine. You’ll get my cock.”
I didn’t even bother to say goodbye to anyone. Gripping Zoe close and keeping my body warm, I jumped in the water and sank, taking us along a route that would keep us away from the shipwreck graveyard. When Zoe tried to reach down to undo her zipper, I nipped the shell of her ear in warning.
“Keep still. Don’t touch what’s mine.”
She stilled instantly, settling into me, soft and relaxed, while I let my fingers wander. I petted her through her suit, touching her slowly until I found the zipper. I toyed with it for a while until Zoe squirmed impatiently.
“I think we need another sign to replace your special word,” I said, running my fingers over the seam of her, desperate to feel her soft and bare, and yet enjoying teasing her even more. “Tap my shoulder three times for me to stop. Show me now that you understand.”
She released a flurry of bubbles, probably in an exasperated sigh, but tapped my shoulder three times as commanded.
“Good girl,” I murmured, letting my cock slide out. “My girl.”
I undid that zipper, and she shivered hard, but I had her on my cock in no time. At first, I gave her only half of my length, with the top prong inside her, too, because I planned to give her all of it by the end of the journey. Zoe clung to me, shivering, and I sped up, longing to be back home already and take her like she deserved—all night long.
When she adjusted, I changed the angle of my movements slightly, so now, each thrust of my tentacles not only propelled me forward, but also pushed me a bit deeper inside my girl.
She made a soft, whining sound in her throat, and I relaxed into her, content and happy.
“This is what my girl likes, yes? To be stuffed full of my cock? Fuck, sweetheart. You have no idea. You feel like home. So warm and soft, and tight… I adore you.”
She made a muffled sound, and for a time, we just swam like that, joined and barely fucking. Underneath us, the red lights of the road to Yeseera blinked in the gloom.
When we were halfway there, I got an idea. Carefully, I slid a hand between us, dipping a finger inside myself to coat it fully.
“We’ll be home soon, and I want to stuff my girl until she can’t breathe,” I said softly, bringing my slick finger to her rear entrance. “How about I get you ready on the way?”
She moaned when I ran gentle circles around her back hole, my lube sticking well despite water friction. After all, I was designed to have sex in water, even if she wasn’t.
“I was made for you, sweet thing,” I said, sinking my finger carefully inside her, the claws of my index and middle finger filed down to blunt tips.
She shivered and moaned, squirming against me, and with the next thrust, I pushed deeper inside her until her nails dug into my scales with pleasure. I fucked her, sinking deeper, and deeper—as deep as I could. My cock flexed and writhed, curling in on itself to make space for more.
Finally, she took all of me, making ruined, needy sounds in the back of her throat as I moved inside her, my finger rubbing my shaft through the thin wall of her.
“I was made for fucking you, for keeping you safe, and for giving you all you need,” I said, my cock growing harder with the need to spill inside her and plug her up. “There’s no one else for you, darling. Only me. And I’ll give you everything you ever want.”
And I would. I would give her children, a big house, all the touch and sex she wanted. I’d give her independence and freedom to volunteer, if she wanted to keep doing that. She’d be safe, taken care of, and fucked every day. Worshiped every day.
“I can’t wait to lick your pretty pussy again,” I said, my movements growing erratic with uncontrollable need. “And make you come all over my tongue. I can’t wait to show you off, and for your shot to finally stop working. I can’t wait to see you pregnant. I can’t wait to marry you, pretty girl. Whatever ceremony you want, human, vodnik, or something else, we can do them all.”
She moaned constantly, shaking, and I finally took pity on her.
“Hold on tight,” I said, pushing a hand between us until I pressed my knuckle to her clit and rubbed it while my finger plunged in and out of her ass.
When she came with a painful moan, her hole squeezed my finger so hard, I groaned from the sensation, immediately wanting to feel that on my cock, too.
“Change of plans,” I said harshly, stopping so I could fuck her properly. Yeseera was just ahead, and we’d have to stop to pass through the city unless I wanted someone to get a glimpse of what was mine.
“I wanted to hold it back until we got there, but you’ll get it now.”
I pulled my finger out of her and held her hips in a punishing grip, fucking her hard and fast, just as she told me to. Zoe moaned, her fingers scratching down my scales, her face flushed and twisted in pleasure.
It didn’t take long. She was so hot inside, so welcoming, and the idea of filling her with my cum had me in a chokehold. Soon, I came deep inside her, shooting my plug to keep it in while her cunt squeezed me tightly with another orgasm.
“That’s my girl,” I said shakily, holding her to me. “That’s my pretty human.”
We entered Yeseera in decent attire, Zoe’s zipper done, my cock put away in my slit. She stroked my back and nape as we passed through the silent city, almost empty at night. Yeseera stuck to the surface rhythm of day and night, since this was easier.
“See the lights?” I murmured, kissing the top of her head. “They are turned low at night, but they stay on. It’s pretty here, isn’t it? I’d like you to stay. With me.”
I knew she couldn’t reply, so I felt safe asking her—she couldn’t refuse me yet, because for some reason, I expected refusal .
So when Zoe tugged on my ear, pulling her face away, I looked at her with trepidation. She smiled, rolling her eyes slightly, as if to tell me I was silly again, and gave me a big, exaggerated nod.
I couldn’t hold back my wide grin. “Yeah? You’d live with me?”
She nodded again, laughing silently, and I gathered her close, feeling the happiest I ever was.
In my apartment, I took her to the dry level, holding her close the entire time. In the lock, I undid her zipper gently, making her shiver, and by the time the water pumped out completely, my cock was already deep in her cunt. Zoe moaned louder and louder as I fucked into her.
“But I already shot a nice big load up here,” I said, going inside and flicking a softer, muted version of the lighting on so it wouldn’t be too bright. “And now I’d like to put my cock in your ass, sweet thing.”
She pulled away to look at me, her face and hair wet, her pupils wide and dark. She bit her lip, looking at me for a moment, and I waited patiently, until finally…
“Okay.”
I lost no time undressing her before I thrust inside myself to coat a tentacle in lube. She moaned shakily when I pushed in her, just with the tip at first, slowly opening her wider with careful thrusts.
“Good, my sweetest? Does it feel full?”
She nodded helplessly, her hips jerking to the rhythm of my thrusts. I peppered her face with kisses, smiling between them, because she was so adorable.
“And I’ll make you come when I’m inside you,” I promised. “I want to feel that. The way you clutch me like you never want to let me go.”
She nodded with frantic conviction, moving her hips to take in more of my thrusting limb, until finally, she was ready.
I turned her around until she lay belly down on a mattress of my wet, warm tentacles.
“You look so good on top of me,” I groaned, tugging her hips higher.
I pumped my cock in my fist, making sure it was slick and ready, and squeezed both parts of it together, notching myself at that tight little hole.
Zoe shivered and opened for me, exhaling deeply, and I lost no time getting inside her.
As soon as the strong ring of muscle closed around me, I moaned with sharp, penetrating pleasure. She felt divine. It was everything, and I yearned to go deeper, but she made those whimpering, begging sounds, her body shaking, so I waited, thrusting shallowly for now.
She resisted me at first, that tightness suffocating. When I angled a tentacle up, enveloping her sweet little clit in my sucker, she howled with pleasure, and a moment later, squeezed me even tighter until my cock pulsed in her grip, straining to get deeper. It was the best feeling.
I let go of her clit when she rode out that orgasm, her hole fluttering around me, my poor girl breathing hard.
“You really don’t need much, sweetheart, do you?” I asked, rocking into her again. “Just my cock, a tentacle, and you’re coming for your future husband like you just can’t help it. Such a needy girl. I’ll take care of you.”
As she relaxed after that orgasm, she opened for me, and I went deeper and deeper with every thrust until she moaned loudly with every one, and my slit almost brushed her opening. I just needed one more inch. Just one more inch of my fattest, girthiest part, and I’d be fully in.
But somehow, it seemed to be too much. I didn’t want to force it, and the way her opening squeezed me, though stretched wide, was the best in the world.
“Does my girl need to come again?” I asked, hoping another orgasm would let me slide in to the hilt. “Will you show me how easy it is to make you come, sweet thing?”
I pulled her clit into a sucker again, sucking on her greedily until she shattered, squeezing my cock tightly, that delightful ring of muscle milking me with rhythmic contractions. I fucked her through it, and this time, she didn’t make a sound, shivering like the neediest, sweetest thing.
Then she relaxed. I slid home.
“Here it is.” My voice was rough, my pace growing erratic, and I put that sucker to her clit again, not caring that she just had an orgasm and was probably sensitive.
I was about to come and I desperately needed her to have one more before I did.
“No, no, stop,” she whined, raking her nails down my tentacles.
“What’s your word, sweetheart?” I asked, fucking her harder.
“No, don’t stop, not saying it, no, fuck, please,” she whined incoherently, my cock swelling with her every word.
“You really need it badly, don’t you?” I asked, gritting my teeth, because I was almost there.
I sucked harder, desperately trying to force her orgasm, and she screamed, clamping on me like a vise.
The sound I made when I came was raspy and loud, and it tore from my throat with force just as cum tore out of my body, filling her with thick, violent spurts. I came and came, hot bliss careening up my spine, my cock enveloped in the ecstasy that was her.
When it ended, I slumped forward, barely avoiding Zoe’s shaking form. My cock stayed inside her, still jerking with powerful aftershocks, while she mewled incoherently, petting my tentacles, her face red and sweaty.
“You’re so good to me,” I murmured, brushing hair off her face when I moved again. My cock softened and fell out of her, her ass still open from my girth, my cum spilling out.
With effort, I gathered her in my arms that shook hard and pulled us both into the pool where I washed her, holding her to my chest like the most precious thing.
We stayed like that for a moment, until I finally gathered the courage to ask.
“So, will you marry me?”
“Okay.”