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“You’re so good,” he choked out on a long, agonizing moan. “Take it for me. Just a bit longer.”

“Okay,” I whispered when he pushed in again, filling me through both holes until I felt like bursting. “B-but I can’t.”

“Shh, shh, shh.” He shushed me compulsively, his cock dragging inside me with languid ease, rubbing his tentacle through a thin wall of flesh in mind-blowing friction. “You have to, because you’re the only one. There’s no one but you. So you have to. Say okay, my darling.”

“O-okay,” I sobbed out.

“So perfect.”

He thrust harder, a jolt of painful pleasure shooting up my spine. I was lost, my tongue getting away from me. I pleaded with him in slurring, deranged words, begging him to stop, to keep going, not to let me drown, to fill me up, to let me crawl under his skin, to never let me go.

It was his turn to agree to my every demand, until every jolting thrust was punctuated with a moaning “okay”. I couldn’t get enough of the sounds he made, so sensual and passionate, male moans and whimpers that tickled a spot deep in my brain, making me wind up tighter until I couldn’t stand it.

He fucked me hard now, my entire body jerking in his tight grip, and when he hit my clit just right, moaning out his pleasure, I shattered. My body fell apart until there was only him and the bliss that burned me away to nothing.

Harder and harder, he fucked me through it until he stilled, his body a hard coil of tension as he spent himself inside me in jarring, agonizing thrusts, trying to push himself even deeper. I swore I felt his hot cum filling me up, each heaving pulse of his cock giving me more until he coated my insides with himself. When he stilled, breathing hard, I thought he was done. But a second later, he groaned deeply, shaking harder. Something hot covered my lower belly, sticking to my skin.

“Fuck,” he said through gritted teeth, shaking. “I’ve never… Zoe… You’re the first…”

I didn’t know what he meant, but that didn’t matter, because he pressed me flat against him, the gel-like wetness on my stomach sticking to both of us. He stayed inside me, shaking as he held me, and I shook, too, easy and safe in his embrace.

“My girl,” he murmured reverently into my hair. “Mine forever.”

Chapter 19

Vodyan

Zoe was wrapped up in me so thoroughly, not even an inch of her body was visible, just her face, her eyelids heavy, her mouth curving in a soft, languid smile. I was inside her, too, a tentacle plugging her pussy to keep my cum inside. It had to be that way. My instincts wouldn’t allow her to put any distance between us.

We’d had water and food, and she’d peed again, my tentacles supporting her, because she shook so hard. I couldn’t stop touching her.

“How are you feeling, baby?” she asked, her hand squirming somewhere beneath my coils to pet a big, trembling sucker. “Did it help?”

“Oh, yes. It helped,” I said, running my knuckle along her eyebrow with fascination.

She was just so pretty. I hadn’t noticed that at the start—she was passable then, I guessed. I didn’t even think about her appearance much since she was my human principal and nothing else.

But now, she was the center of my universe. Every single piece of her, every detail down to the tiny mole in the corner of her eye, had me enthralled.

Her smile widened, revealing that canine I was so obsessed with.

“I’m glad,” she said softly. “You… You deserve to feel good. To be happy. And free. You deserve all the best things in the world.”

“You’re the best thing in the world,” I said without thinking.

It was so natural to speak freely. My tongue loosened, and somehow, the pathway between my brain and my vocal cords shortened significantly when it came to Zoe. She made it safe to say what I thought. And still, I shivered, wondering how she’d answer.

“You, too,” she said with a pleasured sigh, making my heart lurch into a trembling stutter. “Baby, I… You have no idea. How good you are. How hot. You’re out of this world.”

“Good,” I said with relief.

“But you don’t know everything about me,” she continued, settling in more comfortably, her toes flexing somewhere inside the mass of me heaped all around her. “I am desperately clingy. I’m talking cuddles, baby. Constant touching. Sex a few times a day even after you get fed up with me. It’s always been a deal-breaker in the past, you know? Apparently, I’m too needy, too horny, too everything.”

I laughed incredulously, gently sliding my limbs all over her until she sighed with pleasure. I pumped a few times inside her, too, and she moaned brokenly, trying to arch her back in my tight embrace.

“You don’t know what clingy means. I literally won’t let you go to the bathroom alone,” I said, a weird pride filling me.

It looked like no one in her past had been able to fulfill her needs. I had another way to keep her with me, then, because my girl would never want for sex and cuddles.

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