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I stared at her, suddenly heating with jealousy for all those men who taught her how many thrusts down her throat she could take. With a deep, cooling breath, I forced myself to let that go. We weren’t a couple, and I had no right to feel any sort of possessiveness over her.

So I simply nodded, focusing on the present moment. It was just this once. Just once, I would have her, and I would follow my instincts and take what I needed, because it was my only chance.

She took off her mask, and even though there were lines where it had pressed into her skin, I thought she was the most beautiful sight I’d ever beheld.

As she approached me with a conspiratorial smile, words crowded on my tongue, half-formed and eager, yet not savvy enough to speak. I didn’t dare say them, anyway, and so they had to remain my secret.

My pretty human. Such a warm, gorgeous woman. My sweetest, lovely thing.

Yet such a filthy, dirty girl. I want to fill you up until you can’t think about those other men. Until you’re dripping and crying, because you can’t handle how good it is.

My sweetheart.

Chapter 14

Zoe

I was shaking when I approached him, my eyes darting between his face and the area low below his navel where I knew his slit was, covered with scales that blended seamlessly with the rest of him.

This felt surreal. Vodyan hummed softly, the dim glow of his emerald light slanting over his features in a dreamy, phantasmagorial sort of way. I felt unmoored and detached, like I was a stranger in my own life.

I still hadn’t fully processed what was happening. One moment, I mourned my own death, and the next, sex was in the picture.

And then, I was told I wouldn’t die, after all.

It was so confusing, but as I came closer and cupped his cheek, looking at his face, I also realized it was achingly simple. Here he was, a man I wanted, and he wanted me back.

It was an equation I knew how to solve.

He tipped his face into my hand, nuzzling closer like he couldn’t get enough. I brought my other hand to his chest and traced the beautiful, chiseled shape of it, his scales just a bit rough under my covered fingers. His muscles flexed and trembled, and I longed to touch him barehanded. It felt like a privilege, touching this man—this killer—this monster who was my protector.

When he made a low, groaning sound of pleasure, I looked down just in time to see his cock emerge. I took in a ragged breath through my nose and slowly fell to my knees, water cushioning my fall.

His tentacles parted for me, letting me closer even as they rippled around me, brushing my arms and nudging my hands like pets begging for a stroke. I petted them distractedly, because my eyes were glued to his girthy length.

Here he was, right in front of my eyes, and he was gorgeous.

When I first read vodnik cocks were two-pronged, I couldn’t imagine it, so I did some visual research to get the full picture. Yet even though I knew what he looked like, the sight of him still came as a small shock that burst in my lower belly with a splash of heat.

He was long and fat, and the tip of him was pointed and curved up. In the greenish light of Vodyan’s humming, which was now distorted and choppy because his breathing was so fast, it seemed green, but I wanted to see it in daylight, too.

The root emerging from the dark slit was his thickest part and looked painfully girthy. It remained impossibly thick until halfway up his shaft, where the smaller prong sprung from the main shaft and curved gently upward. The prong flexed rhythmically, eager to be touched.

Further toward the tip, his cock was slimmer though still substantial, until it narrowed to the very tip. The head was narrow and pointed, its base bulbous.

I touched it with my finger, and Vodyan shuddered, a wave of pleasure coursing through his entire body, from his fluttering eyelids down to the twitching tentacles. His length pulsed, both prongs straining toward my palm with eager need. It would have made me laugh if I hadn’t been so mad with arousal. It was my first time handling a prehensile dick, and the amount of autonomy it had was a little freaky.

Vodyan’s limbs shot out, winding around my middle and pressing to my breasts with slow, shaky friction. I looked up to find him staring at my face, his teeth bared in a feral expression.

“Zoe,” he said, his voice the lowest, the most jagged, I ever heard. “You have to… There is no time.”

I smiled and leaned in.

When I sucked him into my mouth, his tentacles twisted and tangled, more shooting out to wrap around me. I widened my stance, giving him access if he chose to touch me, but Vodyan either didn’t notice or didn’t want to. That was fine.

“Fuck,” he panted. “Such a hot mouth you have. Perfect. You can just hold me inside and I’ll come.”

Shivers of pleasure sparkled down my spine. I wasn’t about to stop moving, though, no matter what he said. Now that I had him all to myself, I was determined to get very closely acquainted with his cock.

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