“I’m old,” he starts.“Older than this city, this country.I come from the deep places of the ocean, where light doesn’t reach, and pressure would crush a human body instantly.Your legends call creatures like me krakens, leviathans, sea monsters.But I’m none of those things exactly.I’m just myself.”He pauses, and for a moment, something moves behind his eyes.I realize he’s not a human searching for words.He’s trying to sound like one.
“And you have tentacles?”
The word catches in my throat.Fuck, how I want him to have tentacles.
His smile sharpens.“Yes.Among other things.”
Oh god.OH GOD!
I can feel my panties getting wet, and I clench my thighs.This is insane.I’m sitting in a bar talking to an ancient sea creature about his tentacles, like this is a normal Tuesday night.Under the table, I pinch myself again, but like the first time, it hurts enough to know that this is real.I’m not dreaming, even though this is a dream come true.Never in a million years did I think I would meet a kraken, despite wanting it so badly that it hurt.
“Why me?You said I’ve been calling to you.That you felt me tonight.But why?There must be other humans who want this.Who fantasize about…” I trail off.
For some reason, I can’t bring myself to utter the words.
“There are.But none of them are you.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Isn’t it?”He leans forward, elbows on the table, and suddenly the space between us feels much smaller.“I’ve existed for centuries, Lilith.I’ve felt human desire before.Lust, curiosity, fleeting fantasies.But you…” He shakes his head and smiles.“You don’t just want monsters.Youachefor us.Every design you create, every toy you make, it’s not just business.It’s longing.It’s a prayer sent out into the darkness, hoping something will answer.”
My breath catches.How can he possibly know all that?And if he really knows about my private moments, does that mean that every moment I thought I was alone, pleasuring myself, he was watching me?
“Years ago, when you first started designing toys, I felt a pull I couldn’t ignore.And the more you created, the stronger it became.Tonight, when you used that kraken dildo”—his eyes darken—“I felt every moment.Your pleasure.Your desperation.Your loneliness.”
“Youfeltthat?”
“Every second.”His voice is rough now, as if he’s biting back an unbearable hunger.“And it nearly drove me mad.I had to open the way.Had to bring you here.Because I can’t wait anymore, Lilith.I’ve been patient for so long, but tonight, that patience ran out,” he says, jaw tight.
I should be horrified.Violated, even.He felt me touching myself, using a toy designed in his image.But I’m not horrified.I’mwet.
“What do you want from me?”I whisper.
His gaze holds mine, fierce and unwavering.“Everything.”
“Everything?”I squeak.
He gives me a short nod.“I want to give you what you’ve been aching for.I want to show you what those toys can never capture.I want to touch you, taste you, fill you in ways no human ever could.I want to hear you scream my name while my tentacles wrap around every inch of your body and fill your every opening.I want you to be mine, Lilith, and mine only.”
Oh,God.
I’m trembling.Every word out of his mouth is lighting me on fire and making me wetter.
“But I won’t take what isn’t freely given.You have to choose this, Lilith.Chooseme.And I need you to be sure, because there will be no turning back,” he says.
“I—” My voice cracks.I clear my throat and try again.“I don’t know what I’m sure of right now.This is all so much.Too much.”
He reaches across the table slowly and covers my hand with his.The touch sends electricity racing up my arm.His skin is warm, slightly cooler than a human’s, and has a faint texture.
“Go home.Think.But know this.When you’re ready, when you come back to me, I won’t hold back.I’ll give you everything you’ve ever fantasized about and more.And there will be no turning back.”
Something moves beneath the table when he speaks those words.I glance down and freeze.A dark, glistening tentacle has emerged from somewhere and is slowly winding its way up my calf.The touch is feather-light, exploratory, and the suckers create a gentle pull-and-release sensation against my leggings.I let out a whimper.
Theron’s eyes never leave my face.“Just a taste.So you know what’s waiting for you.”
The tentacle slides higher, wrapping around my knee, then my thigh.It’s warm and strong and impossibly real.Another one appears, mirroring the first on my other leg.They hold me gently but firmly, a promise of the restraint to come.I can barely breathe.My pussy throbs, already begging for more.
Then, as suddenly as they appeared, the tentacles are gone.Theron withdraws his hand from mine and leans back in his chair.His expression is controlled, but I can see the hunger burning in his eyes.
