Page 57 of Guarded By the Vodnik

Because I was desperate to keep touching her, too. Like I told her—she broke me. Or maybe I’d lied to myself all my life, thinking I didn’t need touch and closeness, and she exposed that lie.

Regardless, now that I could have those things, I’d greedily take from her. She was out of her mind if she thought I wouldn’t take advantage of her openness and generosity.

“You say that now,” she said, a bit of sadness stealing into her voice. “But six months from now…”

“I’ll carry you around and fuck you whenever you want. Probably more, though. You woke up a monster within me, sweetheart,” I said, thrusting inside her to prove my point. “You don’t seem to get it. What you did… It’s a life sentence. You won’t get rid of me.”

“What did I do?” she whispered, her eyes glazing as she blew out a harsh breath, beginning to shake.

My cock warmed, but I was satisfied just giving her pleasure for now.

“You dragged my deepest secret out of me,” I said, thrusting viciously deep until she cried out, her muscles spasming around the intrusion. “You got me hooked. You want me in a way no one else ever did. It’s game over, pretty human. I’m not letting you go.”

I turned my tentacle the way I’d done before that made her shatter. It had been a stroke of luck, and I hadn’t even known my suckers would latch on inside her like that, not to mention that it would make her come so hard. But now I knew and I used that knowledge ruthlessly.

“Fuck!” she cried, craning her neck back until her throat was bared to me in a gesture of absolute trust. “Like this! Oh, like this!”

I grinned and pushed my hand into the squirming mass of my eager limbs until I found the apex of her thighs and, after a moment of fumbling, her clit.

“No, no, no,” she chanted, shuddering all over.

It took me a moment to understand, and I froze, startled and instantly remorseful. Did I hurt her?

“No, don’t stop,” she mewled so pitifully, my heart wrenched.

“You said no.” I was confused and still didn’t move.

“Because it’s too good!” she choked out. “Please, ignore it! Keep going!”

I blinked heavily, uncertain, but she made a noise of pure suffering, and that jolted me into action. I fucked her gently, though, carefully thumbing her clit. She released a growling noise of frustration.

“Harder.”

But I didn’t speed up. “Zoe, if you want me to ignore you when you say no, I need another way of knowing if I’m hurting you. I’m bigger and stronger than you. There are many ways I could hurt you without meaning to.”

“Fine!” she spat out, her eyes opening to shoot me a baleful look. I reared back. She was furious with me.

“My safe word is tabasco, and if you don’t make me come right now, I’ll never talk to you again!”

I stared at her, taken aback, until she growled in that cute, completely non-threatening way of hers. I laughed, rubbing her clit faster while I pushed my tentacle deep, stuffing her full before I let the suckers latch on.

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” I told her, pinching her clit experimentally.

She howled, arching, and I shook my head with a wide grin.

“Such a greedy girl,” I said, adjusting until a sucker found her nipple. “Filthy, like I said. You know what I want to do now? Make you come so many times you actually use that word. That would be fun.”

“You can… try…” she breathed before collapsing into a shuddering, moaning heap of a pleasured woman.

Her sweet cunt spasmed around my tentacle, and I let her ride it out before I pulled out and brought her up, arranging her legs so they straddled my hips. I pushed inside her, still not all the way in, but it was for the best.

If I was going to shoot my plug inside her, she’d better be off her birth control by then.

“Oh, already?” she panted into the crook of my neck, and I laughed, feeling smug and powerful.

“You told me to try.”

Quivering from pleasure, I slid a tentacle inside myself for lubrication and penetrated her ass with a smooth glide.

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