If he keeps saying things like that, I’m going to fall in love with him. I’m already more than halfway there. This could also be the horniness talking.
“I’m going to make you feel good, Erin,” Allarick purrs in my ear. “But you say stop, and this will end. It’s as simple as that. Say you understand.”
“I understand,” I say immediately.
“Good.” The hand on my hip slides lower until he cups my mound. I groan softly while his capable finger traces my seam. “Are you wet for me?”
I could be a brat and say I’m wet because I’m in the damn water, but I’m incapable of lying. “Yes.”
“Good girl,” he says, and I fucking melt. I always wondered if I had a praise kink, and now I have my answer. I most definitely do.
Allarick uses two fingers and makes a V, spreading my lips. I expect him to press his finger inside of me. But he doesn’t. Instead, one red tentaclesnakes between my legs, tip nudging at my entrance. We both groan as he nudges himself slowly inside of me. The tip of his tentacle isn’t wide, but I still feel a little stretch. But the more he gently presses in, the more my pussy stretches around his girth. He works me slowly, taking his time so I can adjust to his size.
His tentacle is so damn big and—oh!Something slides over my clit and suctions over it. I writhe in Allarick’s arms, moaning. What the hell is that? Whatever it is, it feels so fucking good.
“My tentacles have suckers. How does it feel?” he answers my unasked question. His voice is smug because he knows exactly how it feels.
I don’t answer him quickly enough, and another large tentacle wraps across my chest, his suckers making my already sensitive nipples almost painful. It’s too much. But it’s also perfect. Everything about this kraken is perfect.
The need to orgasm for him is strong. Like a greedy, wanton thing, I grind down on his tentacle. He’s ruined me for any other man.
“Baby, please,” I groan, the pet name leaving my lips unknowingly.
Allarick growls, leaning down and kissing my neck. “Do you want to come, sweet girl?”
“Yes. Please. I need it.”
Part of me wonders if he’s going to tease me, prolonging my orgasm for as long as he wants. I’d be unable to do anything other than let it happen. I’m his willing captive, desperate for release.
Thankfully, Allarick takes pity on me and fucks mefaster with his tentacle. Moving in and out at just the right speed. Not too fast, but not a teasing pace either. The suction of his suckers on my clit feels like his mouth is on me, pleasuring me with his tongue. The sensation coupled with the added pleasure from my nipples sends deep pulses through me and has me crashing hard.
I scream—honest-to-god scream—as my orgasm takes over me. I’ve never come that hard and that quickly before. Honestly, I didn’t know another person could make me feel like that. Allarick has proven he knows his way around my body better than my boyfriend of multiple years. Except Allarick cares about my pleasure. Cares that I feel good and satisfied.
I’m utterly and completely ruined.
Chapter 27
Allarick
She comes so prettily on my tentacle, and my cock is jealous.
What an obscene, yet beautiful picture we must create right now. With my tentacles wrapped around her body and one deep inside her tight pussy. I have been with many different lovers in my time, of all genders, but none of them have affected me quite as much as Erin.
My perfect, beautiful human. Made for me, just as I am made for her.
I’m not keen on letting her go, and from the looks of it, Erin is more than content to catch her breath, wrapped up in my tight embrace. It’s perfect…minus my raging cock. It pushes painfully against my pouch, begging to be let out. My tentacles feel good inside her, extra sensitive. And I can usually get off with tentacle play, but me and my cock are greedy for our wife. I need more.
Erin slowly turns in my hold. Pointy brown nipplesscrape against my chest, and a moan threatens to leave my lips. I remove my tentacle from inside her, and she pouts, but only for a second.
She’s so damn perfect.
“It’s your turn,” she purrs like a seductive land cat playing with her mouse. I’m no mouse, and I won’t pretend to be one. But if my wife wishes to please me, who am I to deny her?
Her gaze moves up and down my body, stopping at my hips. I know what she’s looking for, and it pleases me she’s as eager for my cock as I am to give it to her.
“Can’t say I’ve ever had to ask this, but, erm, where is your…” Erin's face flushes a light pink color. It’s almost as if she’s forgotten I had my tentacle inside her not too long ago. But asking me where my cock is? She’s shy. It’s adorable. And a valid question.
I reach out to intertwine my fingers with hers. She lets me guide her to my hips and then down. Down until I reach my pouch, the hidden enclosure my cock stays behind. Just like human men hide their cocks behind pants, this serves the same purpose. I let her feel the slit before sliding her hand inside. Erin makes a face of surprise and confusion, but it quickly changes when her hand bumps against something hard.
