“I know that! You are the most loving, giving, selfless—oh. Ohhhh.” Mercer’s litany of praise turns into a breathless noise when my mouth works over his tapered tip.
He’s so slippery. There’s an extra viscousness to his pre-cum that fills my mouth almost at once, and the little bit of my brain that’s not marveling at how smooth and thick he is works to make sense of it. He probably needs to be extra slippery because krakens mate in water, right? Water would make it hard for a female and male to move smoothly together unless they were extra wet.
And he’s fucking huge.Even though I start slow, my eyes riveted to Mercer’s face so I can see his reaction (which is hugely satisfying as I reduce my giant of a lover to a whimpering puddle of thrashing tentacles and bitten lips), my jaw aches in a few minutes. I start blaming myself for being rusty at this, or for at least not having limbered up with some serious making out, but then I realize that even at halfway down, Mercer’s cock is huge. When I take a breath, I think Mercer must be able to tell how daunted I appear.
“Madelyn? Remember what you told me? Inside good, outside better?” Mercer gasps.
“Mmhm?” I lick my lips and start looking for some secret “inside” entrance.
“The ridges are the strongest erogenous zone for me. If you remain from the tip to the ridges, you’ll give me the greatest pleasure.”
I nod, glad he told me, and also glad that they taper down into his base past the halfway point of his thick member.
Glad he stretched me already, and did it with those amazing tentacles... Honestly, they leave all cocks behind. Except this one, maybe.
As if reading my mind, Mercer’s voice keeps going. He leans back against the tree as the rain pours. His lip isn’t bitten now, but instead twists into a sexy smirk as he sighs. “You have the most divinely perfect little pocket for me, my love. So tight. And you kept taking more and more of me last night—as if you were as hungry for me as I am for you.”
I make a heated sound around his tip, sucking and swirling my tongue over it, catching the beads of pre-cum that taste like sea air turned liquid. It’s oddly addictive, and my fist works his base up to his ridges while my mouth works in the opposite direction, barely meeting in the middle, milking his essence into my mouth.
Mercer lets out a strangled sound, and I feel one of his tentacles stroking my slippery pussy, the tip teasing my clit and slowly parting the swollen outer lips, looking for my entrance. On my knees in the wet grass, I rock back, letting his tip invade, sitting down as he pushes in, crying out as he corkscrews inside of me, filling me with enough inches to make me wince, and with the perfect amount of pressure to make me moan.
“Keep sucking my cock, sweet mate, and let me fuck that delicious little slit of yours.”
I rock back and forth on my knees, meeting his squirming thrusts, still not used to how amazing the sensation of something so strong and prehensile inside of me is.
When another tentacle joins the first, I almost bite down on the cock stuffed in my mouth, but Mercer isn’t stretching my limits that far—at least not now.
The second tentacle’s tip finds the space between my cheeks and acts like a tongue, stroking and petting the secret off-limits entrance I’ve played with but never fully explored in bed. Maybe a part of me sensed it was unwise to do that with a selfish person who might get carried away with his own pleasure. I have no such fears with Mercer, who doesn’t push, just drives me mad with the soft licking sensation that sets all of my nerves on fire.
Mercer lifts me up, pulling me into his arms. My grassy knees find his waist, the place where man and monster meet, and he pants out my name as he makes a sling for me with one tentacle under my backside—the others still squirming wildly inside of me and against me.
“Do you want to wait to do more? We could go somewhere special. Private. I didn’t intend for you to catch me relieving myself like this,” Mercer whispers, eyes scanning the area. The street is still quiet, but the wind and rain are picking up. In the far distance, thunder ripples and purrs, too faint to be a threat—yet.
“I want to do things in special, private places. But I can’t wait another second. I want to feel you inside of me. I want to feel your ridges, and your tentacles, and all of you.”I love you.
I love him, but I kiss him instead of saying it.
His tentacle slides from my pussy, making a slick, slippery sound that can even be heard over the rain, and in a second, his cock replaces it, the unfamiliar ridges combing along my upper wall, as a sneaky tentacle finds its way to my belly and dips down between the front of my thighs so that a sucker slips neatly over my clit.
“Not fair,” I gasp.
At least, I think that’s what I gasp. The world goes fuzzy as Mercer grunts, grips my hips, and starts to move inside.
“You fit me so perfectly. Like a glove, tailored to me.” He pushes my hips down, and I wail softly in bliss as the bottom ridge rubs the underside of my clit.
“So much. Too much. Don’t you dare stop,” I hiss, clinging to him, my knees squeezing into his sides, soft body smashed to his hard one.
“I’m trying to go slow,” he warns.
He’s failing, and I don’t blame him. Nothing about my hungry pussy invites slowness. I bounce with him, desperate to feel the friction on every oversensitive inch.
I want him to lose control. I want to feel him come with me. I want, I want, I want...
Rational Madelyn isn’t in right now.
“Beloved, give me time, or I’ll come inside of you.”
Even that doesn’t deter me for a second. I kiss my mate, and I see so many things. Times when we’re joined like this, naked and wet, lost in a haze of land and water, storms and safe places.
