A radiant smile graces her lips, and she nods, her eyes shining with unwavering certainty. “Yes,” she breathes out, her voice filled with love and determination, “I accept you, Zethe. All of you.”
The heady scent of desire fills the air as I wrap Rey in my arms, our bodies pressed tightly together. Her soft gasps of pleasure echo in my ears as I kiss a feverish trail down her neck, my hands deftly untying the strings of her bikini top and bottoms. She gasps, her body arching into mine, as her fingers twist into my hair, tugging at the roots.
A low growl rumbles through my chest at the sensation, her fingers against my scalp only stoking the fires of desire burning within me. As her hands wander, my tentacles slip between her legs, pressing against her. She moans, a soft, delicious sound that makes me pulse with desire. I can feel her essence drip down my tentacle, her arousal for me unmistakable.
I cup her ass with my free hand, lifting her slightly to give my tentacles more room to explore, to prepare her for my stav. I quicken the pace, my touch faster, harder, each movement spurring her closer to the edge. Her body quivers against mine, the heady mix of desire and anticipation driving us both toward the inevitable climax.
An insatiable hunger courses through me, the taste of her lips still lingering as I watch her body arch against mine. She’s open, inviting, ready for me.
Her taste is intoxicating as I tease her with my tentacle, each undulating movement drawing a gasp from her parted lips. Her body writhes beneath my touch, her hands clawing at the sand beneath us, seeking some semblance of control in the hurricane of sensation I’m stirring within her.
“I need you to understand, Rey,” I murmur against her ear, my voice a deep, guttural growl. “My stav… it’s different. Not like my tentacles, and not like those of humans, or even other monsters.
“It’s a smaller, expandable tentacle, an extension of myself that emerges from my pouch when I’m aroused. It can stretch, bend, and twist in ways no human male can. The base is thick, and it can extend as long as my arm, if needed, in order to reach its destination. You.”
Relief floods me for what I never need to do.
Rey isn’t a Kraken, and she isn’t fighting me in a mating battle. She’s willing and ready, with her legs open and her entry position directly above my pouch, waiting for my stav to dive in.
“I will make this good for you, Rey,” I promise, my voice a low rumble in the quiet of the cove. My stav parts her, slipping inside with ease. Her back arches as she gasps, her essence already slicking my stav as I begin to move, exploring her, tasting her, enjoying her.
With a slow, measured pace, my stav delves into her, the feel of her so warm and inviting around me. I watch her face, her expressions that reveal every ounce of pleasure she’s feeling. Her eyes flutter shut, her mouth forming a perfect O as she lets out a gasp.
Her hands are tangled in my hair, tugging and pulling with every thrust. The sounds she makes, the feel of her body quivering against mine… it’s like music to my ears, a symphony that fills me with an unspeakable desire.
My words are breathy whispers against her ear, low and heated. “You’re mine, Rey,” I growl, my words punctuated by each undulation of my stav within her. “I’ll mark you, love. I’ll mark you with my suckers and the world will know you’re claimed. You’re mine.”
Her moans crescendo, rising above the sound of the gentle waves lapping at the shore. The scent of her arousal fills my senses as I bring her closer, closer, until with a cry of my name, she shatters. Her essence spills onto my pouch, a sweet taste of victory as she climaxes under my touch.
A primal satisfaction floods me.
She’s mine, and I’ve only just begun to claim her.
Seventeen
Zethe
The sound of Hula’s hauntingly beautiful music lingers in the air as I lead Rey toward the lagoon, my hand wrapped securely around hers. The sight of the Merfolk gathered there, their hair a rainbow of colors under the radiant sun and their sparkling tails flicking lazily in the water is a familiar one.
We weave our way through the crowd, their friendly greetings washing over us like the warmth of the sun. Sora and Leona, sister Mermaids with the grace of dolphins, swim over to us, their curious eyes landing on Rey.
“What brings you to our humble lagoon?” Sora asks, a playful grin on her face.
“We wish to swim in the open ocean,” I reply, my gaze drifting toward Hula. “And I need to borrow Hula’s spelled gem necklace for the afternoon.”
Hearing her name, Hula stops playing her harp. The music falls silent, replaced by the gentle hum of the crowd and the lapping of the waves. She gives her harp a loving pat before sheplunges into the water and emerges near us, her smile as bright as the tropical sun.
“Zethe,” Hula’s voice sings out melodically, her eyes sparkling with mischief and delight. She greets me with a nod, then turns to Rey. “And you must be Rey. I see the bond between you two. You are mated, yes?”
I feel a warm rush of pride as I reply, “Yes, Hula. Rey has gifted me with the permission to claim her, and I have. She has spilled her essence upon my pouch, marking me with the proof of her climax.”
Hula’s expression is serene and knowing.
She is the queen of this Merfolk pod and the sea’s seer. I’ve known the white-haired Mermaid for a long time, with diamond-like skin that glistens in the sun, blinding all who stare for too long. Her tail is covered in rainbow scales that resemble all the precious gems such as ruby, emerald, and sapphire.
Even though we are not of the same species, I respect her because she possesses unimaginable powers, and I fear for anyone who crosses her.
“So, you two have claimed each other.” Hula’s voice is low and filled with warmth. “Rey, has your essence spilled on Zethe’s pouch?”
