Page 50 of Guarded By the Vodnik

In the end, I picked that room instead of the one that had belonged to him. The bedroom was bare, not even a mattress or a shallow pool. One dirty window looked out onto the rolling waters of the lake, set in a stone wall with no decorations. The dark wooden floor was dusty.

I still held Zoe, pouring heat into her, even though she was perfectly warm. The house had no heating, though, and she’d have to stay close. It was perfect, because I wouldn’t let her out of my sight, anyway.

The bathroom attached to the bedroom was equally bare. An oblong toilet made of cracked, white porcelain was level with the floor. I knew it was different from human toilets, but hopefully, Zoe would be able to use it.

“Oh, a squat toilet,” she said, looking in over my shoulder. “We have those in the kindergarten.”

I blinked. She’d be fine then.

Apart from the toilet, a small bath stood by the wall. It would probably fit Zoe, but not me.

I flinched, a memory flashing in my mind. My grandfather taking a break in the surface training to hose me down in there before he tied me up again so I wouldn’t flee into the lake.

“Everything okay?” Zoe asked softly.

I shook myself off. “Yeah. Do you… Need the bathroom or something?”

She nodded. “Just need to peel this suit off. At least I’m warm, thanks to you.”

I let her stand but I didn’t retreat, crowding her. It was a visceral need at this point. I had a ridiculous notion she’d vanish if I let her move too far away.

Zoe didn’t mind. She smiled at me, red-lipped and bright-eyed. She took off the breathing tank before pulling the top of the suit off her head to reveal dark hair braided into a messy updo.

“Give me a hand?” she asked playfully, undoing the zipper at her front until she reached her sternum.

I reacted instantly, catching her wrists.

“Yeah. I’ll do it.”

She let her hands hang loosely by her sides and looked up, still smiling like my controlling behavior was a perfectly normal thing.

“Okay.”

“Is there something you won’t immediately agree to?” I asked, slowly undoing the zipper all the way down to her pubic mound.

“I don’t know,” she said, tilting her head to the side. She watched me watch her naked body as it slowly appeared to me, and she was so deliciously unabashed about it. “Keep pushing and let’s find out.”

“What if I told you I will stuff both your holes full?” I asked, my cock hardening in a rush as I pushed the suit off her shoulders, uncovering the heavy curves of her breasts, her dark nipples pointed, her flesh pebbled with goosebumps.

“I’d say yes, please, and ask you to go slow when you fuck my ass,” she said, her breath catching.

Mesmerized, I raised one tentacle and ran the underside slowly across her soft, warm tits. She shivered, arching into my touch. I focused, and on the next pass, one sucker latched onto her nipple. She cried out, throwing her head back, as it sucked. My cock pulsed with a hot, heavy need, pushing to come out, but I held it back.

It was a struggle. My dick flexed in my slit, trying to peek outside even just a bit. Reaching for Zoe.

She was my cock’s favorite person now.

I watched her face, scrunched up in pleasure. Her hands were balled into fists, shaking at her sides, and her mouth was open. She was so…

So sweet. So filthy. So understanding, warm, affectionate, cheeky. So pliant and sexy, so utterly uninhibited. So fearless. So good. So funny. So kind. So searingly erotic. So precious. So needy.

So shockingly into me.

Her desire fed mine, making me shake with the need to do exactly what I said. To fill her up until she wouldn’t go away. To make her full for months to come. Trap her, so she’d have to stay.

To breed her.

That thought shocked me, and the following thud of desire in my abdomen made my vision darken at the edges. My cock slid out, heavy and hard, eager to start right away.

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