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His mouth moves down my body. The first sweep of his tongue over my breast sends a hard shiver through me, and he follows it with another, slower pass. He circles the sensitive peak before dragging his mouth over my ribs and stomach, stretching the anticipation until the ache between my legs becomes almost unbearable.

By the time Sigurd drops to his knees, I’m straining against the tentacles around my wrists. His broad shoulders press my thighs wider, and a third tentacle glides along the inside of my leg. The ridged underside brushes sensitive skin as it traces higher, stopping maddeningly short of where I need it.

Sigurd presses a kiss to my inner thigh and looks up at me. “You’re so beautiful. So fucking perfect.”

His mouth closes over me before I can answer. The first stroke of his tongue tears a cry from my throat, and my wrists pull instinctively against the tentacles holding them.

He licks through the wet heat between my legs with slow, deliberate strokes. Whenever my thighs tighten around his shoulders, he adds more pressure, drawing out every reaction until my body begins moving toward his mouth on its own.

The third tentacle slides higher and curves against my clit. Its ridges begin a slow rhythm while Sigurd’s tongue pushes inside me, and the combination drives my hips off the stone as far as his hold allows.

“Sigurd, please.” My voice breaks when the tentacle presses harder. “Please, I need you now.”

He gives me one last slow lick before rising over me. His body fills the space between my thighs, and the thick length of his erection presses against my soaked entrance.

“Tell me you’re mine.” His voice has dropped into a rough growl that sends another shiver through me. “Tell me, Valerie.”

“I’m yours.” I arch toward him as much as the tentacles allow. “I want this, Sigurd. I want all of you.”

The coils loosen from my wrists, and I immediately wrap my arms around him. Sigurd grips my hips and begins to push inside me. He stretches me slowly despite the urgency burning through both of us.

The first inches force my body open around him with a pressure that borders on pain. I cling to his back until the sharpness begins to ease. Sigurd pauses before pressing deeper, giving my body time to adjust instead of forcing the pace.

By the time his hips finally meet mine, the initial burn has melted into a heavy fullness that makes me tighten around him. I breathe against his neck and let myself settle around his cock. One of his tentacles slips between my thighs.

The tip brushes over the sensitive skin of my anus. I jolt hard enough to clench around him, dragging a groan from Sigurd as the tentacle pauses without pressing farther.

He waits, and I shift my hips toward the touch.

The tentacle returns with deliberate pressure and eases past the tight ring of muscle. A sharp breath leaves me as it stretches me. Sigurd stays deeply buried inside my pussy while the tentacle works gradually deeper.

The fullness is almost overwhelming. Every small movement makes my muscles tighten, and Sigurd gives me time to take the new stretch before moving his hips again. The first burn slowly gives way to something deeper and more intoxicating.

“More,” I whisper, digging my fingers into his back. “I can take more.”

Sigurd draws back and thrusts into me again. The tentacle keeps a slower rhythm inside my ass, working against the harder drive of his cock. The dual pressure sends pleasure racing through me and makes my nails bite into his skin.

The table shudders beneath us. Somewhere nearby, another piece of silver crashes to the floor. The sound barely reaches me as I lock my calves around Sigurd’s waist and pull him deeper.

His hand comes up beneath my jaw and turns my face toward him. “Look at me, Valerie. Keep your eyes on me.”

I meet the bright blue glow above me. His hair has fallen loose around his face, and his chest is bare. The controlled businessman who sat beside me minutes ago has disappeared beneath something much more primitive.

“I’m looking.” My nails drag down his back as another thrust drives through me. “Don’t stop. Please, Sigurd.”

A rough sound catches in his throat, and his grip tightens at my hip. “Not when you’re taking me like this.”

He drives into me harder. The tentacle shifts inside me at the same time, changing the pressure enough to send a violent rush through my entire body.

Pleasure builds low and fast until I can’t hold it back. My legs tighten around him as the climax breaks through me, and I cling to him through every shudder.

Valerie is still trembling beneath me when it happens. Maren’s song burns through my blood, feeding an instinct I have kept buried for centuries.

Around us, the feast has dissolved into an orgy of tangled bodies and abandoned restraint. I barely register any of it. The need to bind Valerie to me becomes impossible to ignore.

My teeth sharpen into the serrated points meant for claiming. Venom gathers beneath my tongue. I want her life tied to mine, beyond contracts and threats, with no human lifespan waiting to take her away from me.

I lower myself over her without putting my full weight on her chest. My mouth settles against the place where her neck meets her shoulder.