Chapter 13 Kara
IHAD NEVER SEEN someone move so fast. One moment we were on the beach, and the next I was swept up, cradled in the hold of his arms and tentacles as the world blurred into streaks of moonlight and rushing wind.
Before I could even catch my breath, my feet were touching the familiar, creaky floorboards of my cottage bedroom.
The shift was so sudden my mind barely had time to catch up before he was on me.
His hands and tentacles found my waist, and with a strength that was equal parts thrilling and just a little terrifying, he lifted me.
A soft gasp slipped from my lips as he tossed me onto the bed, my body bouncing against the soft quilts.
A breathless laugh escaped me as they cushioned my fall, and then he was on me, his body covering mine, and his lips crashing into mine like he needed to claim me all over again.
This kiss was nothing like the others. It wasn’t a question or a careful exploration.
It was a declaration, a promise made tangible, proving everything he had just told me.
I didn’t need to hear another word to believe him, to believe he would always be there for me, because his lips alone were enough.
His mouth was warm and demanding, moving against mine with a certainty that made my entire body respond.
Anticipation coiled tight beneath my skin as I melted into him, my breath catching with every shift of his lips.
His tentacles slid along my body, echoing the same energy coursing through me, and for a moment I couldn’t tell if I was feeling his emotions or if he was simply reflecting my own back at me.
I kissed him just as deeply, my hands finding his hair as I tugged it free from its tie, letting the strands fall loose between my fingers as I pulled him closer. I needed more. I needed all of him.
His tentacles wrapped around my ankle, then another followed, guiding my legs apart as his body settled between them.
I broke the kiss, my head spinning and my breath uneven as I looked down to where they coiled around me.
The sensation sent a shudder of need rushing through me, a new warmth spreading outward in waves I couldn’t control.
Octavius didn’t stop kissing me as his mouth moved from my lips to my jaw, then down the sensitive column of my throat, nipping and sucking while his tentacles began their own delicious assault, more of them joining in.
They were everywhere, creating a symphony of sensation throughout my body, when two more hooked into the waistband of my panties and began to peel the now-damp fabric, soaked from my own arousal, down my hips.
Fuck, this was hot, and I swore I could come just from this alone, his tentacles moving like serpents all around me while his tongue continued to lap at my skin.
Never had I thought tentacles would arouse me like this.
I mean, I knew tentacle porn was some people’s thing, but I had never really explored that kink myself.
But now... fuck, I understood the appeal.
Another tentacle slipped around my back, undoing my bra, while another carefully eased it from my body.
“Shit, Kara,” Octavius said as he looked down at me, his entire body humming with something electric.
“You are so fucking beautiful like this, completely wrapped up in all of me,” he purred as the tentacle that had discarded my bra slid over my hardened nipples, causing me to gasp.
Fuck, they were so sensitive from... well, from everything.
They worked in tandem with his hands, which roamed over my body, and I let out another gasp as his thumbs began brushing along the undersides of my breasts.
His tentacles were relentless in their exploration, because they weren’t just teasing me, they were learning me.
One slid along my spine, its suckers creating a pattern of pressure that was both soothing and intense.
His tentacles had been on me before, during the sessions, and while that had been fucking incredible, this was different now. Every movement was intentional, edging me closer to something I never thought I could feel again.
One of his suckers began to knead at one of my breasts while his mouth covered the other, his tongue working in sync with the pleasure his tentacle was building, causing me to squirm and moan beneath him.
All the while, the ones coiled around my legs tightened slightly, like he was holding me in place and had no intention of letting me go as I felt all of him against me.
“Oh my...” I breathed out as I felt the sharp pinch of his teeth, making me wriggle even more beneath him.
“You can’t get away from me, Kara,” he said, flashing me a mischievous grin. “I already told you, no matter where you go, I will follow.”
Just then, I felt one of his tentacles brush against my core, making me jolt again. “So wet and ready for me,” he whispered, repeating the motion as his lips came back down to meet mine.
His tentacle found my clit, the sucker playing with the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending sparks through my entire body.
Its velvety smoothness slid up and down, rubbing my clit slowly at first before it began to build momentum.
The movement shifted from up and down to side to side until it settled into a circular motion, bringing me so close to the edge.
It was then that I knew without a doubt that, yep, I had a tentacle kink.
“Octavius,” I whimpered against his mouth. “More...”
He chuckled softly. “My sweet, needy little human,” he murmured, and on that last word, I felt a tentacle press inside me, drawing a gasp from my throat. “How could I deny you?”
Another gasp broke free, turning into a shaky exhale as it moved deeper, slowly sliding in and out of me. His suckers pulsed with every motion, sending waves of pleasure through my body so intense I swore I could’ve come right then and there.
But I wasn’t ready yet. No... I needed more. I needed all of him.
“You know,” he said as I felt a second tentacle sliding up near my center, “octopus tentacles can shift. They can mold themselves to fit into even the tightest of spaces,” he said as he pushed his tentacle deeper inside me, causing me to let out a strangled cry.
“And even more so, we can shape ourselves to fit perfectly.” He finished as I felt the second tentacle slide deep inside me, and I moaned at the sudden fullness.
His mouth returned to mine, swallowing every broken sound that fell from my lips as his tentacles continued their exquisite torment inside me.
His suckers created a slow, pulsing rhythm against my inner walls, and just when I thought I couldn’t possibly take any more, a third slid between us, finding my clit again, circling it with a ruthlessness I hadn’t even realized I needed in that moment, while a fourth joined the others, pushing me further into overwhelming fullness.
Between the three tentacles inside me and the one stroking my clit, I wasn’t sure I could take it much longer.
“It’s too much,” I cried, my voice barely my own as the sensation overwhelmed me.
“You can handle it,” he said with a groan as he sped up his motion. “Fuck... that’s it, Kara. Come for me baby. Let me feel you drench my tentacles.”
He moved within me with such intensity, finding that deep, perfect place that made my entire body seize. I bit down on my lip, trying to ground myself through the overwhelming pleasure, but fuck, this was almost too much. And yet, I wanted all of it anyway.
“Right there,” I managed, breathless, and he didn’t falter, maintaining that relentless rhythm. “Oh fuck, Octavius, I... I...”
The words never finished as my climax crashed through me, and with him wrapped not only around me, but also inside of me, I knew he felt every trembling wave of it.
My body shook in the aftermath, my breath ragged as I tasted blood where I had bitten my lip too hard. A tear slipped free from the overstimulation, trailing down my cheek, and one of his free tentacles caught it.
I watched, transfixed, as he brought it slowly to his lips, his tongue tracing along the surface where his tentacle held my tears.
“Now this,” he said, his voice sultry as he tasted, “is a new emotion.” A slow smile touched his lips as he slowly withdrew his tentacles from me, the loss of him almost aching, before he brought them to his mouth as well.
“And this,” he continued, licking the traces from the tips until he had cleaned them, like a man starved, licking every drop from a bowl. Once he had taken every last bit from his tentacles, his voice dropped into something darker. “Fuck baby, this is unforgettable.”
Watching him take me in and savor my taste sent another wave of heat building low in my body, and I knew I wasn’t done yet.
I turned my head on the pillow, my gaze meeting his in the dim light before I lowered my lips onto one of the tentacles that had been inside me, swirling my tongue along the tip and down its length, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could.
“Fucking hell,” he moaned as he dropped onto his elbows on the bed, leaving himself open for me to take control.
I let my hands and mouth move together, finding a rhythm as I learned his body the same way he had just learned mine.
Another of his tentacles curled loosely around the back of my head, pressing me down to take him deeper.
I didn’t resist; instead, I followed, leaning into the movement, giving back everything he had just pulled from me, matching his stamina and wanting him just as much.