Page 71 of Guarded By the Vodnik

“No way,” she said, slowly shaking her head. “You’ll be like that? Baby, don’t force me to talk, you feel too good! It scrambles my brain.”

I tried to push a bit more of my limb inside her, and she cried out, shaking.

“And now? Good or too much?” I asked, relentless.

“Good,” she choked out. “Full.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” I said, settling into an easy rhythm while I slowly circled her clit with a wet finger.

Zoe spasmed, crying out, but my eyes were glued to that tiny, throbbing bud. It fascinated me. Such a small piece of her, yet it held such immense power.

I wound the tentacles that were wrapped around her thighs tighter, bringing the very tips to come together at the apex of her thighs. They flanked her clit, pressing to it from both sides, and as she moved slightly with my every thrust, it caused friction.

I sat back and watched, curious and patient, even though my cock pounded with lust, reaching for that sweet home between her legs.

“It’s not enough!” she cried out a few beats later, desperately trying to thrash against my restraints. “Please!”

“Please what, sweetheart?” I asked, not changing a thing, though I had a few more techniques planned to try out.

She was so fun to play with. Everything I did got a reaction, and I knew I’d learn all the ways that made her shatter into blissful incoherence soon enough. I already had a pretty good repertoire, but it wasn’t enough. I’d learn everything until I was a master of her. I’d go to lengths no one else would even bother to consider.

“Please make me come!” she demanded, her eyes flashing with anger, her lips open around big, shuddering breaths. “Stop torturing me!”

“Would you like me to stop? Really?” I asked, rubbing both tentacle tips against her clit in a faster, tighter pattern, trying to stuff half an inch more inside her.

She howled, throwing her head back, and then she came with rhythmic contractions that caused my suckers to latch on, making her scream even more high-pitched. That orgasm lasted long, a perfect moment of tension and release shaping every trembling contour of her body. When she finally relaxed, gulping deep breaths, I grinned.

“How was it? Is there room for improvement?” I asked, eager for her feedback.

She shot me a look so vicious, so utterly disgusted, I reared back for a moment, wondering if I did something wrong. But Zoe wasn’t angry about anything I did.

“Room for improvement,” she muttered angrily. “It was the best fucking orgasm of my life! There. Happy?”

“Very,” I answered, my chest filling with a deep, wonderful glow of satisfaction. “But why are you angry?”

“Because you’ve ruined me,” she said, gasping when I pulled out of her, gazing at the delicious gape where her pussy stayed in the shape I’d molded her into. “Nothing else will ever compare.”

“That was the goal, and I’m not done,” I said without a hint of remorse. “I will ruin you, pretty thing. I have to.”

She shook her head, blinking hard in surprise, but I didn’t let her gather her thoughts or reply. With a deep groan, I pushed the tentacle slick with her juices inside me while sliding another one in her mouth.

“Suck on me. Show me how much you like it,” I ordered, out of my mind with the pleasure of having her like this.

She did, nodding frantically, her hot little tongue instantly licking all over me without hesitation. It still blew my mind. How accepting she was. I’d heard stories about vodniks who were attracted to humans but had difficulty finding a partner who wouldn’t fetishize them or feel reserved about their different anatomy.

Not Zoe. She was perfectly on board with everything I was, and while she loved the things I did to her, I knew she wasn’t here for the tentacles. I felt deeply that she wanted me.

“And now, I’ll fill this little hole right up,” I whispered, teasing her still gaping opening with my slick tentacle while I plunged another one inside myself. “Fuck! You make me so horny.”

Her dazed eyes fixated on where I pumped in my slit, coating myself in my lube. It felt insanely good, better than it had ever been when I did it by myself. I pushed deeper, fucking myself harder, and she gave me a series of eager, urging sucks, as if to keep me going.

“Enjoying the show?” I murmured, pushing inside her with one tentacle for now. “How about this?”

I fucked us both in the same rhythm, pushing deep, as deep as I could go. She made a muffled moan, her fingers digging into me, but her eyes stayed stubbornly open. She watched my slit open to allow for the tentacle’s girth just as I watched her pussy gape for me, the ring of pink flesh squeezing around a sucker in a way that made me moan.

“See? No one else can do this for you. No one else can fuck us both at the same time like this. Isn’t it nice, pretty girl? Fuck, you’re so hot inside.”

She moaned deeply around my tentacle, sucking on it desperately. I realized I was about to come again, and so I pulled out of her mouth and brought her to my cock, still fucking her pussy with deep, long thrusts.

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