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I slid in equally slowly, and she whimpered, shaking all over.

“I take it! I take it all! Please!” She sobbed, her belly filling out with me as I pushed in deep. “Now! Please!”

With that, my self-control was obliterated. I went all the way in, and it was a struggle. She resisted me, the fattest part of me at my root seemingly unable to go past her opening stretched to its limit.

And then, I was in, and she screamed, coming all over my cock, her moans mixing with incomprehensible, blubbering words.

“I want to live here, inside you, forever,” I whispered, my own orgasm almost there.

Before pulling back, I ran my fingers over her bulging belly, so very gently, as she squeezed me with helpless, fluttering aftershocks of pleasure.

I pulled out, almost to the very tip, and rocked in to the hilt. Once, twice, thrice, before my cock jerked and flooded her with cum. It flexed, writhing, until the tip latched onto her cervix, pushing my cum right inside. I came and came, hot agony bolting up my spine until the world grayed out in the most visceral bliss I’d ever felt.

My smaller prong swelled and hardened with a second orgasm, straining to reach deeper. It shot my plug of clear gel inside her, sealing my cum from coming out of her womb, where it belonged.

She was the first woman I ever gave it to, and she’d be the only one.

My Zoe.

Chapter 24

Zoe

That night was a blur. I drifted in and out of sleep, falling under when exhaustion claimed me and waking to Vodyan fucking my barely conscious body, his hands and tentacles cradling me tenderly as he whispered sweet, filthy words in my ear.

“Sleep. I just need to fill you more. I can’t resist, sweet thing. But you should rest. I promise I’ll be done soon. This cunt is such a good sheath for my cock. Sleep, sweetheart.”

He didn’t stop touching me, and I felt him even in my dreams, tracing the shape between my legs with his fingers, filling me gently with his tentacle as he chided my pussy for letting his cum slip out, caressing my belly, my throat, my breasts, and my face.

I slept completely entangled in him, and he kept me luxuriously warm. It was everything I’d ever wanted and so much more.

He didn’t sleep, and I let him do everything. His behavior was compulsive—obsessive, just like he said—and it filled me with a bone-deep, satiating comfort. It felt as if I was finally fed after a lifetime of barely eating enough. He met my voracious need for touch, giving me more than I could ever dream of.

No man had ever done that. Never. I hadn’t even dared to want it, because attention so consuming, caresses to erotic and tender, used to belong to the realm of fantasy.

A small voice in my head warned that it would have to end, sooner or later. That I shouldn’t get used to it. I pushed it away, though, deciding to wait and see.

It was a moot point, anyway. Vodyan captivated me, completely and utterly, and I was in this for the long haul.

Sometime around noon, we finally rolled out of the pool. He let me use the bathroom alone while he ordered us lunch, but as I walked across the room, his eyes followed me with greedy attention. I left the door unlocked in case he wanted to come in.

I didn’t mind his overbearing presence in the least. In fact, it was exactly what I needed.

We ate, and then, he asked if I wanted to check my email or social media using his computer.

“The connection is secure, and you’ve been offline for weeks,” he said, an unhappy frown on his face. “I thought you might want to check what’s happening with your family.”

I was halfway to his computer set into the wall when I realized his frown grew deeper, his teeth gnashing together.

“You don’t like it,” I stated, facing him. “Why and why did you offer, then?”

His jaw clenched as he looked aside, folding his arms.

“I want to give you everything you want, Zoe,” he finally said, his voice low. “But I’m afraid you’ll want something or someone more than me. It’s horrible, and an impossible contradiction. I want to take you out again, because you loved Yeseera, and at the same time, I’m terrified someone will catch your eye, and you’ll leave. And I’ll have no choice but to let you go, because what you want is more important than what I want.”

I smiled and came over, hugging him closely until he softened with a good-natured grumble, embracing me back.

“I will only say this once, because you told me you don’t want to know these things about me. But I think what I’m about to tell you will prove an important point, okay?”

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