I hook my thumbs over the seam of my underwear and slowly pull the fabric down.I kick my panties off with my foot and turn back to the mirror.The moon reflects off the curve of my ass, and I follow it with my hands, imagining it’s Theron doing it to me.Spreading my feet further apart, I catch sight of my glistening pussy in the mirror.I drag my hand over the bare, soft labia, over my swollen clit, all the way to the patch of hair on my pubic bone.
An image of Theron’s tentacle caressing my leg flashes before me.I imagine he takes it further and strokes my wet pussy.I close my eyes and try to calm my breathing, but it’s no use.I’m horny as hell now and need to act on this fantasy before it drives me completely insane.
I grab my biggest Kraken toy and move to a spot in front of the window.I’m high enough up that no one can see me here.Not that there are a lot of people walking on the beach at this time of night, but there are always a couple of restless souls strolling there in the dark.But since the lights are off inside my apartment, I doubt anyone can see me.
I use the suction cup at the bottom to steady the toy on the floor and slick everything up with lube.It’s more than I probably need, considering how dripping wet I already am, but it’s a huge toy, and I want the slide to be easy.I spread my thighs and position the tapered tip of the dildo at my entrance.
I pause, staring down at it.Even after testing it before, I can’t quite believe it fits.The girth is obscene, and the length is intimidating.This isn’t something a human body should be able to take.But I want it anyway.
I lower myself slowly, and the first press makes me gasp.My body resists, clenching against the intrusion.I have to force myself to breathe, to relax, to let it happen.
Too big, my brain screams.It’s way too big.
But I don’t stop.I bear down, working the tip inside, and my thighs tremble.The stretch is immediate and intense.The textured suckers drag against the walls of my pussy as I take it inch by impossible inch.My pussy struggles to accommodate the width, the ridges, and the relentless thickness.
I whimper, my hands bracing on my thighs as I sink lower.It feels like I’m going to split apart.Like my body can’t possibly open enough for this.But it does.
Slowly, agonizingly, I work it deeper.The stretch burns in the best way and offers me a fullness so complete that it steals my breath away.The suckers catch and tug with every tiny movement, and by the time I’ve taken half of it, I’m shaking all over.
“God,” I whisper to the empty room.
I pause, panting, giving myself time to adjust.The kraken dildo is buried inside me, stretching me open until I feel like I’m about to snap.It’s so thick.Way thicker than any human man could ever be.Thicker than should be possible.And I love it so, so much.
I close my eyes and let my fantasy build.The creature from my imagination is massive and gorgeous.And his face is Theron’s.His tentacles are everywhere.Wrapping around my thighs urgently so he can spread me even wider, curling around my wrists to hold me down.In my fantasy, he’s got one thick appendage that pushes deep inside me while the others explore every inch of my skin, the suckers latching onto my nipples, my throat, my thighs, my clit.
I start to move.Slowly at first, lifting and sinking, adjusting to the impossible fullness.The suckers catch and release with each thrust, creating a rhythm that makes my toes curl.My breath comes harder.I imagine Theron’s weight above me, his inhuman strength, the way he’d take me without hesitation because he knows I need it.Need him.
My free hand finds my clit, swollen and aching, and I rub tight circles around it.The dual sensation of the massive toy stretching me open and my fingers working my clit makes my head fall back.
I ride faster now.My other hand goes to my breast, pinching my nipple hard enough to make me gasp.I switch sides, squeezing and tugging, and my breasts bounce with each thrust.The wet sound of my pussy taking the toy fills the room, together with my ragged breathing and soft moans.
I don’t care anymore that the window’s open.Don’t care if someone hears.Let them.Let the whole fucking neighborhood know that I’m riding a monster dildo under the moonlight, desperate and shameless.I need this.Need to be filled, stretched, taken.Desired.Fucked.I need it all.
Most of all, I hope Theron is seeing this from behind the veil.
“Please,” I whisper to him, letting the toy hit deeper with each bounce.
My thighs burn, but I don’t stop.Can’t stop.Not until I come.My fingers work my clit faster, harder, and the pleasure coils tight in my core.Everything is fucking wet now, fucking swollen, and I’m so, so, so close to coming.
In my mind, Theron tightens his grip on me.His tentacles wrap around my wrists and my thighs, holding me exactly where he wants me.His thick appendage drives deeper inside me, and I feel the suckers all over my body, pulling and releasing in perfect rhythm.
I moan loudly and fuck the kraken dildo as deep as my body will bear.I cry out again, loud and unrestrained, as my pussy clamps down on the toy.Pleasure explodes through every nerve, white-hot and overwhelming.My back arches, my thighs shake, and I grind down hard, taking every impossible inch as I come apart.Wetness gushes from me as I squirt, soaking the toy and my thighs, but I don’t care.This feels too good to care about anything.And for a few perfect seconds, Theron is real.He’s here.He’s mine.He’s making me come.
I stay still for a moment and let the aftershocks ripple through me.My body hums with satisfaction, but the orgasm still hasn’t chased away that familiar hollow ache in my chest.The ache that I now know is directed at Theron.
I slowly pull the soaked toy from my pussy and set it aside, then grab a towel from my nightstand to clean up.My body feels good, but my heart knows I need to go back to The Undertow.
Chapter Five
Lilith
“Earth to Lilith.Hello?”
May waves her hand in front of my face, and I blink, snapping back to the present.We’re sitting at our favorite Italian place, the one with the checkered tablecloths and candles in wine bottles.I’ve been staring at my pasta for God knows how long without taking a bite.
“Sorry,” I mutter, stabbing a piece of penne with my fork.“Just distracted.”
“Yeah, no shit.”May leans back in her chair, studying me with those sharp green eyes that miss nothing.She’s been my best friend since college, and she knows when I’m hiding something.“You’ve been weird all night.Actually, you’ve been weird since yesterday.What’s going on?”
