Page 51 of Guarded By the Vodnik

I raised another tentacle and pushed it in her mouth. Her eyes flashed open in shock which lasted just a moment before she closed her lips around me and sucked.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” I said, rusty and low.

Her eyes widened, and she gave me a harder suck, as if to encourage me. But I swallowed the words that wanted to come out. I wanted to call her so many things, because I finally had the vocabulary for it, but I was afraid of saying too much.

The lust pounding in my veins made me unhinged.

With tentacles that refused to shake because it would slow me down, I slid her suit down her body until it pooled on the floor. Seeing as her flesh pebbled in the cold, I picked her up and wound myself around her, suckers pressing into the mounds of her breasts, hands kneading her ass, tentacles slithering between her thighs to feel her heat.

She cried out, pliant and easy, exactly like I wanted her. I was a mass of coiling, sliding, seeking flesh, and she was in the midst of me, the thing I sought and craved to devour.

I brought her up for a kiss, plunging my tongue deep inside her mouth, and positioned her until her foot rubbed against the top prong of my cock, the one that probably wouldn’t fit in the first time.

But there would be more times, many opportunities to stretch her, mold her, prepare her to take me whole.

“You’re the prettiest human of all,” I breathed, bringing her even higher so I could bury my face in her tits and suckle first on one, then on the other, both pressed tightly together with my palm until they spilled over.

She keened as my cock wrapped around her foot, stroking itself against her. It made a wet sound, my natural lubrication marking her skin. That wound me up even tighter, giving me an idea and, a moment later, I slid a tentacle inside myself, where it was hot and wet. I shivered from pleasure.

When it came out, I stroked it down her spine, marking her as mine.

“Such a soft, yielding girl,” I rasped, mindless with something that was beyond lust, beyond need. “You will let me do anything with your pretty holes, won’t you, sweetheart? You will let me stuff you full and make you come, then fuck you raw until I come deep inside you, yes?”

“Oh, God,” she pleaded. “Yes! All of that, yes!”

“So perfect,” I whispered, running my tongue along her earlobe, and then sucking the edge of it in my mouth.

I couldn’t get enough of her.

“But before, bathroom,” she got out. “I really have to pee.”

I stilled, a bit of reason trickling back. Yes, that was the plan, after all. But I was so winded, so completely crazy about her, I couldn’t let her disappear.

“Leave the door open so I can watch you,” I said without thinking.

She gasped, and I realized how creepy that must have sounded, but before I could take it back, Zoe gave me a cheeky grin.

“Okay.”

It was the same word she said every time, to my every demand. Her green eyes glinted with an unfazed smile, a bit challenging, and I understood she was pushing me. She wanted me to demand more.

Was it a game? I was eager to play.

I lowered her to the floor, pinching her nipple on the way, thumbing her lip, teasing the crease of her hip with the tip of my tentacle. She shivered, her smirk sliding off her face until she looked needy and pleading. When I let her go, she swayed on her feet before she caught her balance.

“Well, go on then,” I said quietly, watching her without blinking.

She pressed her lips together in a nervous gesture that somehow was also a smile. When she turned and walked into the bathroom, shivering in the cold air, she swayed her hips provocatively.

When she squatted over the toilet, I held my breath.

Of course, she could have faced the wall, giving me the view of her back and her dimpled ass. And of course, she didn’t.

I stared at the landscape between her legs as she peed, the gorgeous, pink and red heat of it, the softness I saw even from a distance, and the unique, mesmerizing shape of her. She squatted wide, opening for me without a hint of self-consciousness, though she was nervous.

Was this her first time peeing in front of someone like that? Did it turn her on? It did me. I was an animal, craving all of her, and this was a part of it.

When she was done, she looked around and bit her lip. “There’s no toilet paper.”

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