Kaleb, on the bed naked, with me towering over him, completely shifted. Two of my tentacles hold down his ankles, while my hands bind his wrists. He’s kicking and squirming, trying to get away. Except I know he doesn’t want to get away at all. He wants me to hold him down, so he’s trapped and completely at my mercy.
Fuck, talk about a vivid imagination.The image makes my cock hard, and the suckers on my tentacle tattoos expand, desperate to shift.
Movement catches my eye. Kaleb is standing there—shirtless. He’s leaning against my bedroom doorframe with a heated look on his face. His wavy blond hair is down, cascading over his shoulders with a few strands caressing his hard nipples. He’s in a pair of sweats and is already wearing the new fuzzy red Christmas socks we bought earlier today.
The socks would almost make me chuckle if not for the thick erection in his grey sweatpants. The material hangs low on his hips, and I groan. Fuck me. No wonder ‘Sweatpants Season’ is a thing.
Stalking forward, I crowd him against the door. He pulls me into a filthy kiss that has my heart racing in just a few moments. Well, two can play that game. I want him just as desperate and needy as me. “What was that naughty little image you sent my way?” I growl, staring into his pretty eyes.
Kaleb smirks. “It’s what I want.”
“Is that so?” I purr, trailing kisses up his jaw before whispering in his ear. “You want me to shift for you, pretty mate? You want me to hold you down with my tentacles and have my way with you?”
“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers, pressing his thick erection against my thigh, seeking friction.
I chuckle low. “All right, love. Get in our room and strip for me.”
His eyes widen with shock. “Ourroom?”
I smirk. “You heard me. Now, are you going to keep me waiting?”
He fumbles for the door before flipping around and rushing into the bedroom, desperately tugging his sweats off. Internally, I groan as soon as I see his perfectly round ass. Gods, he’s sexy as fuck. I give that perfect ass a little smack.
Kaleb’s breath whooshes out of him as he spins around. His thick cock is so hard it’s almost standing straight up. Damn, to be young. “Look at you,” I rumble. “My pretty little mate, already leaking precum for me.”
I strip as I talk, all the while Kaleb’s eyes practically devour me. Once I’m completely naked, a bout of nerves rolls through me, but it’s that lust in Kaleb’s eyes that encourages me to be brave. Slowly, I begin my transformation.
I let my tentacle tattoos change from their usual black outlines to filling in with color. Royal blue and ruby red. My tattoos travel down my body, squirming and gyrating slowly. I put on a show for my fated, and it’s then that I realize I’m doing a mating dance. I laugh.
Kaleb is too busy absentmindedly stroking his cock and watching my tattoos. “I knew it. They move! And the color. Oh, the color is stunning.”
My inner kraken preens. Calling forward the ocean magic deep within me, I shift. First, the thicker tentacles join my legs, helping my body hold me up with all the extra mass. Then, the smaller, skinnier tentacles emerge.
“Oh, fuck,” Kaleb gasps, stroking his cock faster now.
“Easy, love,” I tease. “We don’t need you coming before I even get started.”
Kaleb whimpers, ignoring my remark. “You are so fucking sexy. Gods, all these tentacles. Those suckers. Merry freaking Christmas to me.”
I laugh. But inside, the insecure side of myself that I keep hidden from the world cracks. Just a little, shedding away some of that negativity I’ve built around my heart. Not only am I with my mate, but he also accepts me.Allof me. Even more than that, he’s attracted to me. It’s more than I ever could have wished for. For years, I begged for just one person to see me, to not be scared or disgusted, and here’s my caring, beautiful mate, getting aroused just at the sight of me.
“Gods, Kaleb. You fucking wreck me. You’re perfect, love. My other half. My soul’s mate.” It’s the closest I can get to a love confession this early in our relationship.
I must be projecting through the bond, though. Because Kaleb’s eyes briefly change from lust to something more tender. “All right, my mate, enough talk.”
Smirking, I stalk forward, letting my legs and tentacles project forward faster than any mere human should move, even out of water. Two of my tentacles wrap around Kaleb before tossing him onto the soft bed.
“Oh gods, that was hot!”
I chuckle, noticing the way he said gods, already adapting to our paranormal ways. Using two of my skinnier tentacles, I wrap them around his ankles and tug. He slides easily down the bed. His cock jerks, dripping more precum. My mate really does love to be dominated. Then, reenacting the image he sent me, I lean over the bed and grab his wrists with my hands. I hold him captive, just like he wants. Instead of fighting, though, he submits to my touch.
My hard cock is already pointing straight at him, and as if sensing my train of thought, he looks down and licks his lips. I can tell he’s already desperate for me, but first I want to have a little fun. I’ve always wanted to tease my partner, to edge them with all my extra appendages.
While maintaining my hold on him, I use my free tentacles to caress his neck, his chest, his nipples. I employ all my little suckers to drive him wild. My tentacles are everywhere, teasing his cock, his balls. Trailing up his neck and sliding between histhighs. The tip of one of my skinnier tentacles gathers some of his precum and traces his rim.
He sucks in a deep, shuddering breath. “Oh gods, oh gods.” I use the tip to push in slowly. I pause all my other ministrations to give his tight little hole time to adjust.
“Oh gods. Please, Darius. Please.”
