Page 73 of Guarded By the Vodnik

I reached over to where I’d prepared a few bottles. I brought one to her lips, holding her up so she could drink. When she downed the whole bottle, I pulled her closer, my entwined tentacles jostling inside her until she hissed, clenching around me.

“A short break,” I said, gathering her to me. Her every shallow breath fluttered against my throat, and I loved it. I loved all of it. “How is my girl? Need anything else?”

She laughed soundlessly, shaking in my arms.

“I feel like I’ll never need anything in my life again. I’m fully sated,” she said hoarsely. “You’re unbelievable.”

“So. Back to my question. Can I use you when you’re asleep?”

Her pussy clenched, giving me my answer, but I wanted to hear it. A moment later, I did.

“Of course. Isn’t it obvious? You can do anything to me. I just let you get me pregnant, for fuck’s sake. What else do you want?”

My chest filled with light, my cock hardening painfully. I was milked dry, and yet, I almost felt it—the testicles hidden deep inside my body going into overdrive to make more cum so I could breed her.

“I’ll ask you again when you’re not out of your mind with bliss,” I promised. “And you’ll say yes, because I told you about it in a moment of intense pleasure, and now it’s deeply connected in your mind. The idea of having children with me and that ecstasy. I can be cunning if I want.”

She scoffed, shaking with hoarse laughter that made her stuffed pussy spasm around me.

“Listen, tentacle boy. If I didn’t want you more than anyone in the world, none of your tricks would have worked. But keep telling yourself that. Sure. I’m here because you’re cunning.”

I grinned, stroking her hair and naked, trembling back. “More than anyone in the world,” I repeated, drunk on bliss. “I think you deserve to come again for this one.”

I eased out of her and arranged her lolling body until she was on her back, my tentacles supporting her so her hips were above water level. I leaned over her, bringing my face so close, her uneven breaths fanned over my lips.

“Any last words?” I asked, reveling in the way she looked at me. Like I was the only thing worth her attention. It was addictive.

Her voice was hoarse but sure. “Yes. I love you.”

I stared at her, my mind blanking out. Her eyes were lucid and dark, staring at me with a challenge, her jaw relaxed as she breathed through her mouth, her eyes flicking between my left and right one as she waited for my reaction.

“Yeah?” I asked finally, my throat constricting.

“Mmm. I do. It’s okay if you don’t say it back, but I wanted to tell you. Since we’re planning kids and all.”

A faint smile played on her lips, and even as I was frozen above her, my tongue tied, my heart hammering faster and faster, she was patient, easy and comfortable with what she said. I sensed her deep certainty and complete lack of pressure. She really meant it. She didn’t expect anything from me in return for her confession, but as heat rose inside me, making my body itch from within, I knew I had to tell her.

With one, sure motion, I spread her open and pushed into her, pressing my top prong to my shaft to make it go in. I stopped when half of my length was inside her, snug and hot. Her eyelids fluttered, but she kept her eyes open and focused on my face.

“You gave me purpose,” I said, fucking her easily with half of my shaft for now, a tentacle passing over her clit until she clenched around me. My top prong wanted to pull away, putting pressure on her front wall.

I was only a few thrusts in, and she was already shaking.

“You live so deep in my brain, I can’t imagine existing without you,” I continued, giving her an inch more.

She squeezed her eyes shut and cried out, gripping my hips until her nails hooked under my scales with a pleasant sting.

“You tore the lies out of my head and replaced them with your truth,” I said, feeding her a bit more, my movements growing shaky until I struggled to keep an even pace.

“You got me hooked. Everything I see, everything I think about makes me go back to you. What will Zoe think? Will Zoe like it? Will it make her laugh? Will she like this place? How do I make her happy? How many people do I kill so she’s safe? Who do I hurt, threaten, bribe, murder, to get Zoe everything she wants?”

I pushed deeper and she moaned, clenching tight. I rubbed her clit roughly, watching myself sink three quarters in with each thrust, my fat girth stretching her open in a way that was beyond erotic. The tip of my cock found her cervix and curled back, allowing me to feed more of my length inside her.

“Is this love, Zoe? It doesn’t seem to be. This thing is unhealthy and obsessive, but I’ll never give it up. And you gotta take it, cause it’s all I got. This sick, toxic bag of feelings, and my cock, and the mess that’s me. You gotta take it.”

“Yes!” she cried out, and I fed her a bit more, until I was almost in, and it took all my restraint not to slam home on the next thrust.

“Yes what?” I asked sharply, pulling out so slowly, black spots danced across my vision.

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