When his lips close over my clit, I cry out loud enough that I’m certain everyone in the bar will have heard me.
His tongue works slow circles while the tentacle slides down and presses against my entrance, not pushing inside yet, just holding there as a promise.The combination of the two sensations is so overwhelming that my vision blurs at the edges.
“I need—” I gasp.“Theron, I need—”
“I know what you need.”His voice vibrates against me, and I shudder.“I can feel exactly what you need.Do you want it now, Lilith?”
“Yes.Please don’t hold back.”
The tentacle pushes inside.I moan at the stretch, at the impossibly familiar fullness, but it’s different now, more connected.It’s almost as if there’s no separation between his sensation and mine.Like I can feel how wet and tight I am around him from both sides simultaneously, which should be impossible, but it’s all because of the bond.
He curls the tentacle inside me and finds the place that makes my whole body seize, and he stays there, working it in slow, deliberate strokes while his mouth keeps moving on my clit.
“Fuck, I’m…”
“You’re coming, Lilith, yes,” he says.
My back arches off the sheets as I come, but he doesn’t stop.The tentacle inside me keeps moving through the aftershocks, drawing out the orgasm until I’m shaking and oversensitive and whimpering with every stroke.His mouth doesn’t leave my clit, and the pleasure keeps cresting in waves that don’t fully recede before the next one builds.
“I can’t—” I gasp.“I can’t again, I just—”
“You can.”He lifts his head just enough to speak, his eyes black and bottomless and absolutely certain.“You can, and you will, and I’m going to feel every second.”
A second tentacle joins the first.
I cry out at the stretch, at that breathless, burning fullness that goes so far past what should be possible that my brain simply stops trying to process it and surrenders entirely.The two tentacles move together and apart in alternating rhythm, filling me completely, and a third finds my clit while his mouth moves to my breast.I have no more words.No more thoughts.There is only his body and mine and the bond between us, humming and complete, and the pleasure that keeps building and building with nowhere left to go but through me.
The second orgasm hits harder than the first.My inner walls clamp down, and both tentacles pulse in response.I feelhispleasure flare through the bond in answer to mine, and that feedback loop of his satisfaction sends me spiraling past coherent thought entirely.
I’m still shaking when he shifts.I feel it before I see it.Something ancient and vast and barely contained as his form blurs at the edges.Not the full dissolution of the ritual, but something in between.His eyes go pure black, fathomless, and the iridescence of his skin blazes violet-blue.More tentacles emerge than I’ve ever seen at once, filling the space around him, moving with a hunger that the controlled version of him keeps carefully leashed.
This is what he is when he stops managing himself for my comfort.This is him.He’s enormous.And every single part of him is focused entirely on me.
“Still with me?”The words come out rougher now, the edges of his voice blurred the same way his form is.
“Still with you,” I breathe.“Don’t stop.”
He makes a sound that resonates in my chest cavity.
The tentacles rearrange me with careful, irresistible strength.They lift my hips and spread my thighs wider.They hold me suspended in the air, completely open and utterly unable to move.Not that I want to move—hell no.I want to be exactly here, exactly like this, held in the dark by a kraken that wants me more than it wants anything else in its centuries of existence.
His two tentacles move inside me again, only they go deeper now, harder.The suckers drag against my inner walls in a rhythm that makes my toes curl, and a third presses, slick and insistent, against the tight furl of my ass.I tense for a second.
“Easy.Relax,” he rumbles.“I thought you wanted this?”
“Yes,” I say immediately because I want everything he has.I want all of him.I’ve spent my whole life designing the fantasy of this exact moment.The reality is so far beyond anything I imagined that the wordyesbarely scratches the surface.
He works the third tentacle inside my ass slowly, and the fullness is so complete and overwhelming that I can’t breathe for a moment.I can only hang there suspended in his tentacles, filled beyond capacity, my entire body reduced to sensation.The three of them find their rhythm, and I take them all.I’m helpless and being utterly worshipped.
Then, a smaller tentacle pushes inside my mouth, and I eagerly suck it.
The sounds coming out of me don’t sound like me anymore.They sound like someone who has given up everything and found it was worth it.
“You’re perfect,” Theron says, his voice barely human now, low and resonant and vast.“You were made for this.You were made for me.Made to be filled by me.I told you I wouldn’t leave any hole untouched.”
“Yours,” I gasp, my mouth still full of tentacle.“I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m—”
The orgasm that crests this time is nothing like the ones before it.It starts deep in my core and radiates outward through every nerve simultaneously.It’s white-hot and obliterates everything except the sensation and the bond and his name, which I say over and over until it stops sounding like a word and becomes something more like a mantra.I feel him crest with me, feel the ancient, vast pleasure of him breaking through the bond in a wave that doubles and redoubles mine.I feel him come inside me at the same moment my orgasm reaches its peak.
