Page 17 of Marked By the Sea

I didn’t know what did it. Maybe it was the fact that I was trapped here, or the unhelpful kraken making me feel even more hopeless, or the new knowledge that I was going to die at the end of this, but I snapped. I bit the tentacle by my cheek, making the kraken grunt in pain. Stunning him for a second, I flipped around so that I straddled him, my hands wrapping around his neck. My fingers dug into the gills on his neck. Red eyes peered down at me as a shark-like grin spread across his face. I may have been on top, may have hurt him, but he was still very much in control, and it pissed me off. I pulled my arm back and brought my hand across his face. The satisfying slap reached my ears, but he didn’t even flinch.

“I think we both know why you’re so mad.” His taunt slithered beneath my skin and refused to leave me be. The more I struggled, the deeper it went. Leaning forward until my breastsbrushed his, I had no choice but to crane my neck back to look up at his stupidly beautiful face.

“Enlighten me.” His red eyes dipped and locked on my mouth. I ran my tongue along my top teeth as I smiled. He may be an ass, but he liked me—whether he wanted to or not. My insides clenched as a tentacle slid between my spread pussy lips.

“Oh,” I gasped. He was playing dirty. The tip pushed through, followed by a thickness I craved. I shook my head, trying and failing to voice that he couldn’t.

“Let’s be honest with ourselves, tiny human. You like my tentacles. You like Riftan’s pulse. And… you like Rowan’s milk.”

I knew this already. What I didn’t like was him throwing it in my face. I wanted to tell him exactly where to go, but the tentacle inside me started twisting as it thrust into me, and a second slapped my clit, only to pull off and the suction cups tugged on the sensitive nub.

“Shit,” I hissed.

“Tell me I’m right,” Hexon murmured.

“Fuck. You.” My voice was breathy. I needed to be stuffed until he filled the hole eating away at my insides, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being right. The tentacle on my clit switched to flicking it, and my eyes rolled back.

“We’ll get to that, but first, I need you to admit it.”

“You c-can’t. Rif—”

“You’re forgetting that we share everything. You’re as much mine as you are his,” Hexon hissed. As slickness coated my inner thighs, his thrusts picked up. Rowan stepped forward.

“Make it enjoyable for all of us, Hex.” Rowan was a godsend.

“I always make it enjoyable. Can you not hear her sopping cunt? Did you like my cock yesterday?” Hexon murmured. Another tentacle tipped my chin up, and I looked into his eyes and nodded. He turned from me and eyed Rowan. “See?”

My blue-haired friend rolled his eyes and shook his head, but stepped toward us, his gaze on me. Stopping by my side, he reached out, his hand pausing by my face. The question in his eyes was so clear that I smiled.

“Yes,” I breathed. Cupping my face gently, he leaned forward, his lips pressing against mine like a reunion. Grinding my hips, I chased that feeling they’d given me yesterday. Parting my lips, our tongues danced, and Hexon’s tongue slid up my neck. His tentacles froze as he watched us kiss. I’d been close, but Rowan’s lips were sweet and gentle. His tongue darted into my mouth, claiming me for himself.

“Fuck,” the kraken groaned.

“You like her,” Rowan said knowingly.

“She’s a wet hole and our prize,” Hexon spat.

“You like her,” he repeated.

Silence.

“She’s sore,” Rowan said softly.

“She’s mine,” Hexon growled.

“She’s ours,” Rowan reminded gently. “And we don’t want to break her, do we?”

The kraken grumbled but didn’t do anything as Rowan’s focus returned to me. His fingers slid down my chest, between my breasts, and over the rolls on my belly.

“Do you want me to make you feel good?” he murmured. I nodded. He leaned down, taking a mouthful of my breast in his mouth. His tongue flicked my nipple. Then he picked me up, and tentacles helped support my weight before he placed me on the floor. My wetness coated his torso as he continued what he’d started. He released my breast and slowly kissed the other, licking, sucking, and nipping before he kissed my belly. I felt beautiful. They didn’t comment on my fat, just kissed and squeezed, as if it didn’t disgust them like it had disgusted me my whole life. He stopped and looked over his shoulder.

“Were you just going to watch, or were you going to join us?” Rowan taunted Hexon. I ran my fingers through his beautiful blue hair. He turned back to me, his eyes on my spread legs. My toes curled as his head dipped, his mouth cupping my pussy. Blue eyes stared up through beautifully curled lashes. It was insanely hot. My nails scraped along his scalp as his tongue licked up my lips and flicked my clit. He sucked on my little nub, and I gasped. Rowan jerked against me. He groaned, sending vibrations through me as Hexon started to fuck him. His eyes closed, his nipples erect as Hexon filled him. His body swayed back and forth as he whimpered.

“Rowan, please,” I begged breathlessly. His eyes opened, and then he sucked on my clit as his fingers darted into my pussy, matching the kraken’s rhythm as long fingers dug into his shoulder. I squeezed his head with my thighs, and his bobbed. It felt as if he needed my orgasm as much as I did.

“Oh,” I moaned as my pussy gushed. I was close. Arching my back, my eyes flickered to the god above us. Red eyes glowed as teeth dug into his lip. He watched Rowan’s head between my thighs and the way my breasts bounced with each thrust of his hips. This wasn’t normal, but I was tired of trying to make it make sense.

“Come for me,” Rowan rasped as he bit my clit.

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