“I’m sorry, but this is going to be fast and furious,” he apologizes with a slight blush, not quite able to meet my eyes.
I put my finger under his chin so that he looks at me. “Fuck me hard, Caspian. Give me everything you need.”
And with that permission, he starts pounding into me, and it’s an entirely new and entirely hot mix of sensations. His cock pulses inside me at the same time the suckers surrounding the base lick and suck on my clit every time he thrusts inward. Within only a few thrusts, I’m back at the precipice of an orgasm, and as he leans in and takes a nipple into his mouth, I discover something I hadn’t noticed when he was kissing me. He has suckers in there too. Holy fuck, that’s enough to send me over the edge. I throw my head back and scream as I tightly clamp my legs around him, my hands gripping his ass.
He continues thrusting as I ride out the bliss, so many sensations sending my nerves haywire, and my mind blanks out for a moment. When I come to, he’s crooning to me in another language, petting and caressing me as he holds still while his cock pumps me full of cum. This sets off another orgasm, deep inside me, and I feel my pussy ripple as it takes everything he has.
Lying there, my head against his chest, his arms wrapped around me as he strokes my back, I feel more cherished and loved than I ever had before. I’m also feeling a little sticky since cum is dripping out of me, but it’s not like I can get up and move. We’re stuck here for the next couple of hours while our ship makes its way toward the large one.
Rolling onto my back, I properly take in the capsule for the first time since I was too distracted by panic when we first took off. It’s cozy and secure, but we are obviously going nowhere because it looks completely sealed. I guess it’s still not super safe to wander around even though the initial turbulence is over.
Caspian removes his arm from me, and it’s like I can feel him retreat into himself. Someone has really done a number on this guy. All the emotions from before are gone, and the atmosphere turns awkward. Now, we can’t have that. I refuse to let him do that. I roll onto my side to watch him, and he stiffens at my perusal.
“Is this the form you’re the most comfortable in?” I ask him directly, but he refuses to look at me or answer. So I grab him by the chin and make him look at me.Obviously.
New rule of thumb: Boundaries belong to people whose cum isn’t currently dripping out of my body.
“Fuck, you are a moody bastard. I’m not grossed out or disgusted, just genuinely curious. You saw Dylan before. He wasn't hiding himself from me because I asked him not to, and I don't want you to feel you have to do the same. Especially because you and I just became very intimate with one another’s bodies. I would think that very situation shows that I’m not going to run away screaming if you let your body be its most comfortable.”
He still has a stubborn set to his jaw and doesn't answer. “Would it help for you to know that when I saw you on that first night, I thought you were one of the sexiest things I had seen? Sure, I was a little surprised since I’d only just found out aliens exist, but once I got over that, I could see how fucking sexy you were. Who do you think I was using as spank bank material with that toy you saw before?”
His eyes widen with surprise like he doesn't believe me. “You say that now, but the novelty will wear off. All women say that until the reality of getting up close and personal with it happens,” he snaps at me, his defensiveness on high alert.
“If you weren't in this pod with me, but in your own, would you be in this form?” I ask him, and he shakes his head. “Then please change. I want to see and feel and get to know you, the real you. The marks on our shoulders tell each other we’re attracted, so let’s explore that further.”
He looks at me a little longer like he’s trying to see if I’m telling the truth before he breathes out a big sigh. “Fine, but we’re trapped in here for another three and a half hours, so don't freak out on me.” His skin changes color, becoming mottled blue and purple, his eyes transform, and his body ripples. In a flash of magic, his bottom half is now all tentacles. Tentacles that instantly wrap around my body and pull me closer, causing me to giggle.
“Oh my god, it tickles,” I choke out through the laughter as I’m pressed against his chest once more. His arms wrap around me, and I look up at his face. His eyes are wide with wonder and reverence as he strokes my hair.
“Lila, you are one very special woman. I can’t believe you aren't running.”
“Well, it’s not like I could go anywhere,” I tell him, gesturing to the pod. “And why would I? Seriously, being hugged by so many limbs is amazing.” And it really is. I feel like I’m being wrapped in love. I’d expected the tentacles to be cold and slippery on my naked body, and they were cold to start with, but it’s like they warmed to make me more comfortable.
“Is the secretion a sexual thing? Can you come out of every tentacle?” I ask him, my need for knowledge getting the better of me. Right now, the tentacles feel cozy, but they’re also dry, like his body knows that we’re not getting down and dirty right now. I run my hands up and down his delicious chest, plucking at one of his nipple rings as I wait for his response, and he nips at my shoulder in return before nodding his head.
“Yes, I can cum out of every tentacle. Unlike the Earth breed of octopus that uses one tentacle for mating, I can use all eight. And I also have another appendage which is used for breeding.” Again, I wait. Dylan already broke this news to me, but I try to keep my face blank so I won’t need to tell Caspian that his friend was sharing his secrets with me.
He sighs, some of his tentacles exerting just a bit more pressure as if they’re seeking some kind of extra comfort from me. “I guess we should discuss this, so all cards are on the table before we go any further. My species hasveryspecific breeding needs. The male lays the eggs, and the female incubates them. The secretion is a sexual thing. It has a muscle relaxant which helps the female partner’s womb relax so that the male can implant his eggs into it for incubation. The female then carries the eggs until they are ready for birth. ”
“Eggs as in plural?” I squeak, a little surprised.
“Yes, usually somewhere between three and five. Incubation time is completely up to the mother, and the babies can sit inside her for up to a year. Once she’s ready, she will drink a cup of the male’s cum to activate the enzyme inside of her womb. When that time comes, the enzyme will melt the eggs’ coating, allowing the babies to be born. It’s why it doesn't taste offensive. If the female isn’t of the same species, mating with the kraken changes them biologically to make them a compatible breeding pair. The babies are born in their animal form, but they usually shift to their human form within two weeks of birth.”
“Oh wow, okay.” That’s a lot to take in, and I guess he must take my silence for rejection because his arms and tentacles move from my body, leaving me shivering. The temperature in the pod is much colder than before.
“Too much, wasn’t it?” he grunts out, despair deep in his tone. I huff in annoyance and gesture for him to roll over. He moves away from me, and I stab a finger at his shoulder.
“No, Caspian, it wasn't too much, just a lot to take in at once. If the attraction had faded, that damn mark on your shoulder would have faded too. Instead, it seems to have gotten even darker.” I haven't seen my marks up close, but I can now see both our marks clearly. His is clearly a sideways eight, almost like an infinity symbol, and mine is a pair of wings with long trailing feathers. One of the grandpas had said it was a Viking symbol for protection. Both of them are a deep black against the purple and blue mottling of his skin.
I let him roll back over then snuggle into his body, not wanting to look at his face when I ask the next question.
“But what about you? Yes, we’re attracted to one another, but wouldn’t finding a female of your own species be a better idea?” I feel his whole body shudder at the suggestion, and when I look up at him, it’s fear I see in his eyes, not desire or longing.
“Fuck no. Kraken females are rare, and they also like to eat the males after the eggs have been laid. It’s why I’m so thankful we can breed true with other species. Otherwise, I’m pretty sure we would be extinct by now. No, I’m ecstatic to have found you and that I haven't frightened you away with any of the information. My inner beast is riding me hard to not let you get away.”
“What’s it like having an inner beast? Are you of the same mind, or is there another entity in you so to speak.” His tentacles creep across my body again, almost restlessly, like they’re going to take any chance they can to explore me. There are a lot of them, and they caress the skin they touch, giving me a soothing full body massage. I pick one up and slide my hand back and forth across it, waiting for Caspian to answer. When he doesn't, I look up into his eyes again. The heat and desire have returned, and I realize I’m basically stroking one of eight cocks.
“Whoops, sorry,” I apologize, starting to remove my hand, but he stops me.
