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He grunted with every careful thrust, and when I wrapped my other palm around his cock, it throbbed in my hand like a heart. He moaned deeply, shuddering all over.

“Fuck! You’ll make me come,” he bit out, water churning as his limbs spasmed with pleasure. “You have to…”

But he didn’t need to spell it out. I leaned over and closed my lips around the hard, salty tip, sucking gently as both my hands worked him into a frenzy. Tentacles slid over me, caressing and urging, and with every pulse of his suckers, a beat of lust ran from my nipples straight to my clit, building me up.

Vodyan tensed with a harsh groan, and salty cum flooded my mouth as he shivered, his own tentacle buried deep inside him, his cock jerking violently in my hand. I swallowed it all and gave him a few more pumps, milking every last drop out of him.

When I sucked off his cock, he grabbed my nape in a possessive hold and bared his teeth in a feral smile.

“You fucked me with it, and now I’ll use it to fuck you, too.”

Chapter 23

Vodyan

We’d be like one of those couples.

Her words danced in my brain, making my lust burn even brighter. I just came, and I wanted to fuck her again, to have her, to claim her time after time so she’d be tied to me forever.

It was a bit pathetic, how much I wanted that. To have her to call my own. To show her off, my precious human girl, the prettiest of all. To see her get to know all my neighbors, so they’d know the scary man from the bottom level was worthy of such a luminescent creature’s attention.

Now, I wrapped around Zoe in tight coils as she faced me, arranging her so her legs were as wide as her muscles allowed, her cute pussy on full display for me, right above water level. I controlled all of her, holding up her head so she wouldn’t strain her neck, winding around her palms so she’d have something to grip.

At first, I only watched her. She was dark with pounding blood, pink and red, her clit swollen, her pussy seeming so tight, so unassuming. But it would fit me like a glove. I knew it was possible with the right prep. It was a part of the mate adaptation process, but I didn’t remember now if it only happened through sperm consumption or if my natural lubrication played a part.

I’d give her both just to be safe.

“Are you gonna just look at it?” Zoe asked, shooting me a challenging look. She squirmed, trying to free her hands, and I grinned, remembering how angry she was when I stopped fucking her before. She was so feisty when she got horny, ready to fight for her pleasure. It was adorable.

“Maybe I will,” I teased her, drunk on this moment.

It was exactly right. She was here, in my pool, fed full of my cum, and completely restrained. The pleasure of seeing her like this, unable to run, unable to leave me, was heady. I needed her like this. Mine.

She didn’t get angry like before. Instead, her expression crumpled, her eyes glittering with a desperate plea.

“Baby, please. I need you,” she almost sobbed, and that was that.

I could fool myself I was in control, but really, it was completely the other way round.

“Of course, you lovely thing,” I rasped, nudging that tentacle slick with my lube between her lower lips.

I watched with fascination as she parted for me, opening wider and wider the deeper I went, until I reached the end, and she grunted, trying to arch her hips.

“You’ll get everything you need, sweetheart,” I promised, fucking her slowly as I eyed her swollen clit that begged to be touched. “All in good time.”

I decided to leave her other hole alone tonight, though it beckoned, pulsing gently as she clenched around me in pleasure. But if I was going to fit my whole cock inside her, that would take work and focus.

When I thrust deeper, her opening stretching around my girth, she moaned and shuddered, clenching tight.

“All right, my darling? Is it good?”

She groaned helplessly, squeezing her hands tight. I stopped thrusting, pushing as deep as I could inside her. After a moment, she looked at me blearily, panting.

“What? Don’t stop,” she said, a bit of a whine to her voice.

“I asked you a question, Zoe.”

She gaped at me, her pussy squeezing me so hard, we both gasped. She liked it.

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