Chapter 14 Octavius #3
The server smiled again, the tension in the moment easing. “Well, it’s wonderful to have you here. And even better knowing that old cottage finally got fixed up. I thought for sure that place would stay vacant until the next strong breeze blew it out to sea.”
Kara grinned. “All stable now,” she said, casting me a playful look. “I had some help from my tentacle-wielding friend here.”
“Right, well, team effort, I’m sure.” She let out a laugh, though it didn’t sound lighthearted.
It almost sounded like she was making a judgment about Kara and her situation.
“Well, it really is a beautiful necklace.” Her gaze lingered just a little longer on the pearl before she gave a polite nod.
“Anywho, I’ll let you two enjoy your dinner. ”
I watched her leave, but something about that interaction still hadn’t sat quite right. Maybe I was becoming just as paranoid as Kara had been when she first arrived, but I could sense emotions, and right now something had felt... off.
My attention shifted back to Kara, and she was completely unbothered, already reaching for another piece of sushi like she hadn’t just effortlessly lied her way through a conversation that could have gone very differently.
I exhaled slowly, letting my shoulders relax as I realized I was just being an overprotective shifter.
But it was because I cared about this human—this human sitting across from me with a piece of raw fish practically dangling from the side of her mouth—more than I had ever thought I could care for someone.
And with that came something I couldn’t entirely suppress: that instinct to hover and protect.
She hadn’t needed me in that moment, though.
She was fully capable of handling herself, of taking her power back in her own way, even if that meant bending the truth here and there.
If it helped her build confidence and feel stronger, I would always let her fight her own battles—though I would be right beside her, just in case.
OUR HANDS WERE INTERTWINED, her fingers slipping easily between mine as if they had always belonged there. One of my tentacles curled loosely around her waist, keeping her close as we made our way up the now-familiar path to her cottage.
“Do you want to come in?” she asked as we reached her door.
My jaw tightened slightly, and I let out a slow breath as I looked at her. “You know I do.” Her lips curved immediately, and I almost hated that I was about to disappoint her. “But we’ll be up all night.”
Her eyes flickered with challenge, like she was ready to turn this into a very adult slumber party.
“And I have early clients tomorrow,” I added, watching the mischievous look on her face fade.
“Alright, fine,” she said lightly, stepping a little closer into my space. “I guess it’ll just be me and my vibrator tonight.”
I let out a short laugh. “Are you trying to make me jealous?”
“Maybe...”
“Well, make sure you use your rabbit vibrator. It’s a full moon tonight, after all,” I joked, though from the look on her face, I didn’t think she understood. “Never mind. It’s a Japanese thing.”
“I love Japanese things,” she said, her gaze dropping to where I was already hard, because apparently, when it came to this woman, I was always turned on.
“But I guess a vibrator at full speed will have to do, since it’s your fault I’m all hot and bothered,” she added with a dramatic sigh.
“After all, you were the one who taunted me with that whole ‘being rough later’ bit.”
“Kara,” I started, but she cut me off.
“What can I say? I got a little turned on by the idea.”
I stepped closer until her breasts pressed firmly against my chest, my gaze lowering to hers as my tentacles curled and tangled loosely around us, and fuck, I couldn’t help but give in—not when she was looking at me like that.
“So you want it rough, do you?” I said, my voice dropping low, already imagining all the possibilities.
“Yes,” she breathed.
That was all the permission I needed. Before she could take another breath, two of my tentacles shot out, wrapping securely around her waist and lifting her with ease as her legs fastened around my hips.
My mouth captured hers, and I could already feel her shifting against me, seeking friction as she pressed herself against the hardness beneath my pants.
I carried her toward the back porch, our lips still locked together until I finally set her down just long enough to turn her toward the sturdy wooden railing overlooking the moonlit beach below.
Another tentacle slid along her body before slipping beneath the hem of her dress. In one smooth motion, it hooked her panties and dragged them down, leaving them pooled at her ankles, while another tentacle hiked the skirt of her dress up, leaving her beautifully bare to me and the cool night air.
I felt goosebumps rise across her skin as my tentacles moved everywhere at once.
One wrapped around her thigh, holding her legs open for me, while another began a slow, teasing exploration.
The flat, suckered tip traced a deliciously slow path up her inner thigh, drawing a shiver from her, and I could feel her pleasure echo into my own body like it was a feedback loop of raw sensation.
It moved higher, teasing the most sensitive places but never quite giving her what she needed, until she was whimpering and pressing her hips back against me in a silent, desperate plea.
Finally, I let it brush between her legs until I found her clit and began to slowly circle it, adding just a bit of pressure with my suckers and drawing a moan from her lips that was like music to my ears.
Fuck, I could get off to her little noises alone.
I continued drawing even more beautiful sounds from her until her hands desperately gripped the railing, and I watched as her knuckles turned white.
Her hips bucked, and I knew what she wanted as I let my tentacle curl inward, sliding easily into her already soaked pussy as I thrust into her without giving her time to adjust. My little human had said she wanted it rough, so that was precisely what she was going to get.
I added another, then a third, and fuck—she was so incredibly tight, like it was the first time all over again.
My entire body reacted; the rest of my tentacles twitched and coiled restlessly, as if all eight of them wanted to be inside her.
My own cock, trapped in my pants, strained hard and aching with need.
I knew, with absolute certainty, that if I buried myself inside her right now, I wouldn’t make it to my morning clients.
I would keep her right here on this porch, driving into her until the sun came up, until neither of us could walk.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” I growled, leaning over her as my chest pressed against her back. “So fucking tight and wet for me. Is this what you wanted? To be bent over and fucked where anyone could see?”
“Fuck yes, more please, Octavius, more!”
My tentacles began to piston into her, setting a brutal, unforgiving rhythm.
Another tentacle wrapped around her throat—not enough to truly cut off her air, but tight enough for the threat to be real if she didn’t behave as I continued to work her over.
Each thrust drove a cry from her lips, her body rocking forward with the force as the porch rail creaked.
My tentacles moved inside her, and I could feel her inner walls clenching around me, trying to pull me in deeper, only driving me to push harder. This was what she wanted—rough, raw, and possessive—and I was more than willing to give it to her.
But the ache in my pants was becoming unbearable, and I knew I needed to do something.
While three of my tentacles continued to push in and out of her, another slid back toward my own body, curling around the waistband of my pants and tugging them down just enough to free my straining cock.
It sprang free, hard and already leaking at the tip, desperate to be buried inside her.
My tentacle immediately wrapped around the thick length, the suckered underside creating a slick, gripping friction as I began to stroke myself, moving in a smooth, practiced rhythm that dragged a low groan from my chest. Kara let out a soft laugh, and I knew she had already caught on, that she knew exactly what I was doing.
“Please, Octavius,” she begged, her voice ragged with need, a need I could feel vibrating through her entire body. “I need your cock inside me baby. Please... now.”
I knew I had an early morning and that I should end this before I forgot about my clients, but this was Kara. Who was I to deny her? Who was I to deny myself?
I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her, already stretched and sensitive from my tentacles. I didn’t pull them out, though. Instead, I pushed forward, easing myself into her alongside them.
Her entire body went rigid as a guttural moan tore from her throat, the sensation stretching her to her limit, leaving her impossibly full of me.
“Oh my god!” she cried, and I could practically hear the wooden railing beneath her palms crack under her grip.
As I began to move, fucking her with both my cock and three of my tentacles in a devastatingly perfect rhythm, I let another tentacle position her leg up until her knee was planted along the rail, opening her up to me even further as the tentacle wandered over her body until it settled between her cheeks, teasing the tight pucker of her ass.
We hadn’t tried this before, but now that it was there, it was like the tentacle had a mind of its own as it slowly positioned itself.
“No, not there,” she gasped, a flicker of panic in her voice.
I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. “I thought you wanted it rough,” I whispered as I continued to tease her asshole. One of my tentacles withdrew from her for just a moment, spreading her arousal along the tight muscle, knowing that if we were going to try this, I needed to get her ready.