Page 22 of The Kraken Games

Except… hell no, she needed more than that.

She needed to get him naked and so aroused he used those fucking tentacles on her.

Then she’d really know what she was up against in the ring.

She ran her hands down his back, over his butt cheeks and felt them tense under her grip.

His cock was like granite.

He’d sure give her a ride… Her pussy clenched violently.

Oh lords.

They had to get to the hotel. Now!

“I know somewhere we can go,” she rasped against his mouth,

“How far?”

“Not far. There’s—this place I go to…”

“To fuck?” He pulled back briefly, his eyes heavy lidded.

“Yeah, you could say…”

He swore harshly in a language she didn’t understand. Had she come on too strong? Should she have played more seductive? No, he wanted her like this, she was sure. He wanted her raw and fierce and dirty. Luna slid down his body and took his hand in hers, ignoring the surge of possession she felt when his strong fingers circled hers so willingly. “This way.” She tugged him and he followed along a couple more streets until they hit the bright lights and neon signs of the Purple Lantern District.

She stopped outside an ugly brick building with a big flashing pink sign. Hotel Amore.

“Tacky,” he laughed.

“Does the job.” Luna tried not to let her excitement show.

There was no reception. Just a credit card machine in the foyer, and a condom machine that catered for most species. She bypassed it; it would ruin the vibe. Besides, she knew from experience there’d be another in the room. Upstairs, a standard room would house a bed. Always clean. Always new sheets. Ready for the next monster lovin’ couple.

Only tonight, a bed in a tiny box room wasn’t enough. She could hardly afford it, but damn, she was going to take the suite on the top floor. She flicked her card into the machine and pushed the button. Thank the gods it didn’t refuse her purchase.

They fell on each other again in the elevator, tasting each other in their kisses. Luna ground her pussy frenziedly against him, feeling the dampness in her crotch spreading onto him, like she was marking him.

He was pushing up her tee now, his fingers exploring higher. She had no bra on, so there was no problem with access. “Go higher,” she urged, and with a growl he complied. Ripples of pleasure hit her clit as his fingers found and pinched her nipple into a hard peak. “Harder,” she gasped. His fingers obliged, the pain adding to her pleasure.

The lift suddenly pinged as it reached their floor and she grabbed his arm and literally pulled him along the corridor to their room. Fumbling for her key card, she felt his hand slide up her leg, shape her butt, parting the silk of her panties, exploring.

“You’re already so fucking wet,” he breathed in her ear.

Luna dropped the card on a gasp of pleasure. He bent, picked it up and handed it to her, then nipped kisses down her neck. It was kind of sweet, but she forced herself to ignore it.

Inside, there was a giant heart-shaped bed with a bed head shaped like a dragon breathing fire. The room was lit with purple mood lights, and a window overlooked the city. There was a bathroom with a spa bath. Luxury. As if she cared. This was a whole week’s wage, but it would be worth it. There were toys to buy, but she sensed she wouldn’t need them. Condoms. Not yet.

It was just this past year of celibacy, she reasoned, that was why she was like a cat on heat. That was all this crazy chemistry was about, why it felt beyond anything she’d experienced before. She’d been out of the game for too long.

They fell together on the bed and to Luna’s surprise, both of them were laughing now as they rolled around on the covers and joked about the décor between kisses. It was fun, yeah, but she was here on a mission. She had to remember that. She tugged up his tee, started to kiss and bite and lick down his torso, rolling her tongue over the little bulges from where she sensed his tentacles would spring.

“Show me what you’ve got,” she laughed, straddling him and already feeling for the zipper of his pants. He lay there, flat on his back, his abdomen rippling, his expression almost dazed, his skin darkening to a deep blue flush.

Oh gods, he was a fighter for sure. His pecs and six pack were ripped to perfection and as beautiful as she remembered when she saw him that day underwater. Better even to touch. Smooth, so smooth, his skin like velvet.

Iron clad in velvet.

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