He tastes like the ocean.I moan into his mouth, and he growls in response, one hand sliding into my hair to tilt my head exactly where he wants it.The kiss deepens and turns desperate.His other hand grips my hip, pulling me flush against him, and I can feel how hard he is, how much he wants this.How much he wantsme.
“I need to see you,” he says in a strained voice.“All of you.”
I nod, unable to form words.
He steps back and watches as I pull off my hoodie, then my shirt.My hands shake as I reach for the clasp of my bra, but I manage it, letting the fabric fall away.
He growls loudly as his gaze rakes over me, hot and possessive, and I feel beautiful under his attention.Desired in a way I’ve never experienced before.
“You’re perfect.Now, the rest,” he demands.
I kick off my shoes, then shimmy out of my jeans and underwear until I’m standing before him completely naked.
He makes a guttural sound.
“Your turn,” I manage, my voice barely steady.
“Are you sure?”
I nod.“I want to see you.”
He smiles, slow and predatory.“You get half for now.”
Then his form begins to shift.I stumble backward and grab the edge of the dresser to steady myself.
The change is gradual.His skin darkens, the iridescence becoming more pronounced.His eyes stay human but deepen to pure black, vast and fathomless.And from his back, sides, torso, and his arms, tentacles emerge.Dozens of them.They move independently, curling and unfurling in the candlelight.Some are thick and powerful, others slender and precise.All of them are covered in those textured suckers I’ve designed a hundred times but never truly understood until now.
And just as I fantasized, there is a central limb.It’s thicker, smoother, and terrifyingly large, pulsing with a heat the others don’t possess.It’s the masterpiece I’ve been trying to draw my whole life, and now it’s right in front of me.It’s so huge that I’m finally getting a little scared, even though deep down, I know Theron won’t hurt me.He’ll stretch me to my limits, though.
I swallow; my eyes fixed on the pulsing heat of that central limb.
“Don’t be afraid, Lilith,” Theron rumbles, and the sound vibrates in my pussy.“You were made for this.You were made forme.”
Any sane person would be scared to death, but I shake that fear away.I’m ready for him.For this.For whatever is about to happen.
“Show me,” I whisper.“Show me everything.”
His smile turns feral.In an instant, tentacles wrap around my wrists, gentle but firm, lifting my arms above my head.Others curl around my ankles, spreading my legs.I gasp as more slide around my waist and my thighs, supporting my weight as I’m lifted off the ground.He pulls my legs further apart.I’m suspended in the air, completely exposed, completely at his mercy.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Theron says, moving closer.“Helpless.Bared.Mine.”
A slender tentacle trails up my inner thigh, and I whimper.It doesn’t touch where I need it the most.Not yet.Instead, it teases and explores.The suckers create a pull-and-release sensation that makes me tremble.
“Please,” I breathe.
“Please, what?”His voice is dark.“Tell me what you want, Lilith.”
“Touch me.I need—God, I need you to touch me.”
“Where?”Another tentacle joins the first, both of them sliding up my thighs, so close to my aching pussy, but not close enough.
“Everywhere,” I gasp.“Please, Theron, everywhere.”
He makes a satisfied sound.Then the tentacles move.One wraps around my right breast, the suckers latching onto my nipple with pressure that makes me cry out.Another mirrors it on the left, and the dual sensation is overwhelming.They squeeze and release in a rhythm that has me arching in the restraints.I cry out his name over and over while he keeps his suckers working my nipples.
His thickest tentacle slides between my legs, not penetrating yet, just pressing against my slick folds.The texture drags over my clit, and I nearly come undone on the spot.
“So wet for me,” Theron murmurs, his still-human eyes watching.“So ready.”
