Goodbye human body! I’ll never miss you now!
“Bloody hell, Sabs, that felt incredible,” I pant as I push my new marriage rod as far out of my pouch as I can.
“We’re just getting started,” she replies with a giggle. She bends backward to lift her hips off me. With rapt attention, I salivate over the slit opening in her pelvis. It shines with thicker cream than the seawater surrounding us.
“You want me,” I whisper as she rolls her eyes.
I grab her narrow hips and pull her treasure box toward my hungry mouth. When she resists, my tentacles push her forward. My new strength not only puffs my chest with pride but thrills my mate, who rewards my aggression all over my chin. I feast on her slit. She’s quiet, and I struggle to remember if she was a quiet lover as a human. Squeezed eyes, bitten lower lip, and fingers tangled in my hair, my mate holds me to her. When I spear her with my tongue, her hips thrust subconsciously.
My new favorite vision is my mate lost in pleasure.
Lost in a forest of her hip-length hair, I wait for hershuddering to wane. The tremors of her climax rattle my chin and suck my tongue deeper into her body. I nuzzle my nose at the apex of the opening to trigger her delicate gasps. She pulls my hair so hard, I bet she will return to earth with handfuls released from my scalp.
Like a sweet ragdoll, she collapses against my chest. My cock wedges in the notch between two of her tentacles. She brushes and teases my sugarstick, rolling it between the appendages. The pressure and lazy tempo aren’t enough to inspire my spend but drive me mad with arousal. As she cools her feverish body, I thrust upward and take on her heat. The motion releases some of the tension at the base of my spine, but I’m helplessly seeking pleasure from the tide. My tip is too cold in the open water while my shaft burns with pent-up desire.
“You torture me, wife,” I whisper.
“Good,” she says as she plants tiny kisses along my jaw. “I’ll erase the memory of every strumpet who’s sweetened your sugarstick. Replace their faces in your mind with writhing tentacles using pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. Wait until animal instincts push your human sensibilities out of your consciousness.”
Sabrina
“My dear wife,” he says with a chuckle that betrays how calm and ordered his thoughts rest. “You are sweet if you think that I have any sensibilities.”
The pressure of wedding an experienced lover could fill the deepest ocean trench. My only advantage is the growing love between us. He saves me. I comfort and teach him. We have everything in line for the perfect partnership promised by a soulbond. I just need to believe in it. I don’t need a whore’s techniques when I have the love of a wife.
With renewed confidence, I dislodge his cock from my tentacles grip. I try to slink down his body with grace, but the churning current kicks up sand around us. A halo of gold surrounds him. I’m coughing and wheezing as it clogs my gills and irritates my face. His rough thumbs caress my eyelids as he rubs the sand from my eyes. Despite the interruption to my seduction, I continue my momentum withhis pre-fluid painting a line up my belly.
I hover over his purple tip and lick my lips. Shimmying my shoulders, I wedge my breasts in the joints of his tentacles. He responds with light pulses of the tentacle muscles to work my flesh. I reward him with a swipe of my tongue over his slit. The cloud of fluid he releases replaces the sand in my face with an arousal-inducing scent. My control slips a touch, and my plan to seduce him falls to the bottom of the sea. I engulf his member in one gulp, swallowing as he hits the back of my throat.
Suction hollows my cheeks. The flap between my nose and mouth seals tightly. I only breathe through my gills, so I can pleasure him longer than a human. My scalp tingles as he tentatively threads his fingers through my hair. He shakes with the struggle to hold back and treat me respectfully.
That will never do.
I lash the sensitive underside of his root with my tongue in brutal strokes while strangling his tip with my throat muscles. Trained by swallowing fish whole since I was a hatchling, my muscles match the rhythmic pulses of a woman in climax. My fingers squeeze his against my head to demonstrate my permission to use me. The rumbling growl from his chest has me lifting my gaze to check on him.
His pained snarl lights a fire in my slit. I want him…badly.
I grin with the power I have over the largest Kraken I’ve ever seen. The expression is pushed from my features as his control snaps. My nose presses against his pubic bone as he grinds. Cold saltwater lifts goose-pimples on my cheeks when he withdraws. An obstinate pout traps my prize in my mouth. He holds me, perched on the tip, whimpering for his next thrust.
My lips burn as he shoves through the opening toward the back of my throat. Over and over, they glide over his flesh. His grunts and growls are music to my ears. I clutch two of his tentacles to stop myself from fingering into my slit. He coils his tentacles around my wrists and tentacles. I’m stretched flat over him, his taste flooding my senses. Heat from his body battles with the dropping temperature of the water, keeping me on edge. His shaft pulses twice, and I bite the base gently. When I release my teeth, he releases his seed down my throat.
His hands fall to the rock with a thud. His tentacles disturb the sand as they plop lifelessly to the bottom. I lay my head on his hip, resting my cheek on the bone. My tongue flicks his softened shaft to coax it back to life. Each touch sends a jolt through his body, tensing his arms and quivering his gills next to mytemple.
“Give me a second, love.”
“Not in a thousand years,” I growl. My licks progress to the sensitive underside of his tip.
“That’s my wife. Blimey, how am I ready to go again?”
“Mating fluids in my slit harden you, and you chugged them faster than a tankard of grog. I must be careful not to release too much—”
“Or what?”
I hesitate a heartbeat, long enough he raises an eyebrow at me.
“Your cock detaches.”
“Forever?”
