Page 85 of Guarded By the Vodnik

“Good,” I said, a bit gruff, a bit tender. “Because I’m not letting you go.”

Zoe snorted when I picked her up. She wrapped her legs and arms around me, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck.

“But you were just about to let me go. Are you all talk, big man, or will you actually take me? Preferably hard and fast?”

I stiffened, my cock filling rapidly. Post-fight lust was here, powerful and hot, and her naughty mouth didn’t help the matters.

“Careful, or I’ll undo that nice little zipper you have between your legs and keep you impaled on my cock while we travel,” I murmured in her ear, my hands settling possessively on her ass.

I didn’t even care if anyone saw it. She was mine, the secret was out, and I’d touch her unless she told me to stop.

“Fuck,” Zoe whispered, breathy and hot. “Mhm. Yeah. Okay.”

I laughed under my breath, pulling her closer until her hot core rubbed against my scales while I kept my cock hidden with sheer willpower.

“It’s always ‘okay’ with you, pretty girl. Fine. You’ll get my cock.”

I didn’t even bother to say goodbye to anyone. Gripping Zoe close and keeping my body warm, I jumped in the water and sank, taking us along a route that would keep us away from the shipwreck graveyard. When Zoe tried to reach down to undo her zipper, I nipped the shell of her ear in warning.

“Keep still. Don’t touch what’s mine.”

She stilled instantly, settling into me, soft and relaxed, while I let my fingers wander. I petted her through her suit, touching her slowly until I found the zipper. I toyed with it for a while until Zoe squirmed impatiently.

“I think we need another sign to replace your special word,” I said, running my fingers over the seam of her, desperate to feel her soft and bare, and yet enjoying teasing her even more. “Tap my shoulder three times for me to stop. Show me now that you understand.”

She released a flurry of bubbles, probably in an exasperated sigh, but tapped my shoulder three times as commanded.

“Good girl,” I murmured, letting my cock slide out. “My girl.”

I undid that zipper, and she shivered hard, but I had her on my cock in no time. At first, I gave her only half of my length, with the top prong inside her, too, because I planned to give her all of it by the end of the journey. Zoe clung to me, shivering, and I sped up, longing to be back home already and take her like she deserved—all night long.

When she adjusted, I changed the angle of my movements slightly, so now, each thrust of my tentacles not only propelled me forward, but also pushed me a bit deeper inside my girl.

She made a soft, whining sound in her throat, and I relaxed into her, content and happy.

“This is what my girl likes, yes? To be stuffed full of my cock? Fuck, sweetheart. You have no idea. You feel like home. So warm and soft, and tight… I adore you.”

She made a muffled sound, and for a time, we just swam like that, joined and barely fucking. Underneath us, the red lights of the road to Yeseera blinked in the gloom.

When we were halfway there, I got an idea. Carefully, I slid a hand between us, dipping a finger inside myself to coat it fully.

“We’ll be home soon, and I want to stuff my girl until she can’t breathe,” I said softly, bringing my slick finger to her rear entrance. “How about I get you ready on the way?”

She moaned when I ran gentle circles around her back hole, my lube sticking well despite water friction. After all, I was designed to have sex in water, even if she wasn’t.

“I was made for you, sweet thing,” I said, sinking my finger carefully inside her, the claws of my index and middle finger filed down to blunt tips.

She shivered and moaned, squirming against me, and with the next thrust, I pushed deeper inside her until her nails dug into my scales with pleasure. I fucked her, sinking deeper, and deeper—as deep as I could. My cock flexed and writhed, curling in on itself to make space for more.

Finally, she took all of me, making ruined, needy sounds in the back of her throat as I moved inside her, my finger rubbing my shaft through the thin wall of her.

“I was made for fucking you, for keeping you safe, and for giving you all you need,” I said, my cock growing harder with the need to spill inside her and plug her up. “There’s no one else for you, darling. Only me. And I’ll give you everything you ever want.”

And I would. I would give her children, a big house, all the touch and sex she wanted. I’d give her independence and freedom to volunteer, if she wanted to keep doing that. She’d be safe, taken care of, and fucked every day. Worshiped every day.

“I can’t wait to lick your pretty pussy again,” I said, my movements growing erratic with uncontrollable need. “And make you come all over my tongue. I can’t wait to show you off, and for your shot to finally stop working. I can’t wait to see you pregnant. I can’t wait to marry you, pretty girl. Whatever ceremony you want, human, vodnik, or something else, we can do them all.”

She moaned constantly, shaking, and I finally took pity on her.

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