Page 55 of Guarded By the Vodnik

“Okay,” I said, so delirious, I didn’t fully grasp what I was saying, what he said.

All I knew was that everything was exactly right: his words, his touch, his caresses enveloping me from every side.

“That’s my girl,” he groaned, leaning in for a ravishing kiss.

I shook wildly, kissing him back sloppily, my body and brain disconnected on a fundamental level. I was out of control.

Soon, a slick tentacle tip prodded my back hole again. I moaned when it slid back in, slicker and warmer than before. It pushed deeper until I grunted in protest. The tip was narrow enough, but it quickly flared into wider and wider girth.

“I’ll teach you to take more,” he murmured, a trembling hand smoothing my hair. “So good. So generous. You have no idea. No one’s ever… No one. No one but you.”

Hot tingles raced down my spine, making me weak. I nodded jerkily, my open mouth pressed to his scales, gulping hungry breaths. The lengths inside me moved in an interchangeable rhythm. When one thrust deeper, the other pulled back, and the friction was insane.

I burst at the seams, and it seemed like with every thrust, he tried to get just a fraction of an inch deeper, until my jaw went slack, my brain desperately trying to hold on to reality.

Fuck, was I stuffed.

When the tentacle in my pussy turned slightly until the suckers pressed at my front wall, I cried out, the friction instantly growing better. When it pushed deeper, I moaned, begging without words.

And when the suckers latched on, I arched and whimpered, uncomprehending why this thing felt so impossibly good. It was like… Like they were sucking my clit from below.

The thrusts grew shallower, smaller, just enough movement to give me friction without removing the suction. Vodyan stroked my hair and nape with a shaky hand, his body undulating around me in endless ropes of powerful, muscular flesh.

A few more thrusts, and I took off again, sobbing my release into his scales.

“Fuck! I can’t wait any more.”

I was a rag doll in his hold, a being of bliss and water. When he slid out of my pussy, I barely sighed, and when he brought me lower and thrust his cock into me, I smiled deliriously, too happy to put it into words.

“That’s right, smile for me. I’ll make you so happy,” he said, the words coming fast, manically ardent.

I looked down in time to see him slam halfway in, stopping at the place where the upper prong came out of. It flattened against my clit with that thrust, and then, it rubbed me. Like a mini-tentacle.

My poor, oversensitive, burning clit somehow produced a tingle of pleasure at the contact.

“Uh-oh,” I said, slowly raising my eyes to see him staring at my face.

His lips were parted, eyes wide and bright, and the membranes at his ears fluttered madly.

“You’re cute,” I slurred, reaching up to touch his ear.

He caught my wrist gently and settled my palm on his shoulder. I startled when I realized I felt the echoes of his thudding heartbeat in his collarbone.

“Be still,” he said, choking up.

All his control and the commanding, engrossed manner were gone. His eyes were wide with fear or wonder, his slack face somehow younger and more open than I’d ever seen it. When he cupped the side of my head, his hand shook hard, his fingers spasming against me until they tangled in my hair.

“It never felt like this,” he said, his voice tight with something breakable and hot.

I nodded shakily, because he was right. It hadn’t ever felt this way. I wondered if I’d had sex the wrong way until now. I couldn’t qualify why this felt like so much more. It wasn’t even the tentacles, but something unspeakable, something sacred.

His hold tightened around me, muscular limbs wrapping around my thighs, middle, and neck, the one in my ass thrusting languidly when he slowly pulled almost completely out and slid back in, that prong stroking my clit.

“Fuck,” I breathed, tension coiling anew in my trembling, blissed out muscles. “You… I’ll fall apart. I can’t.”

“Shh,” he said, pressing his forehead to mine, moving so slowly, I wanted to scream for him to go faster so it would end.

All my nerve endings felt taut, all of me stretched open and exposed. Nothing separated me from him. It felt like my skin, muscles, and bones were all gone, and we were soul to soul, excruciatingly close.

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