Page 23 of The Kraken Games

He started to shuck down his jeans. She stopped him.

“Wait, I want tentacles first.”

She sensed his hesitation. She kissed him with all she had, slipping her hand over his cock in his pants. He bucked.

“I’ve heardamazingthings,” she purred. “So now’s your chance to prove it.”

He let out a deep, almost alien sound. She watched his torso undulate, swellings appear under the surface and suddenly a tentacle burst out and coiled around her. Luna gave a little squeal. His hands tugged her close and she ground herself into his crotch, unable to stop her gasps of amazement and delight as more tentacles appeared.

“How’s that?” he husked.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

She watched, fascinated, as a tentacle slid up her ribs, then another, and simultaneously they encircled her tits. Suckers gripped her nipples andpulsated.

Luna let out a yelp of pleasure/pain.

He looked suddenly uncertain, boyish almost. “Too hard?”

“Oh gods, no. So good. Go harder.” She bent her head, fucking his mouth with her tongue as those tentacles did their thing. She felt another tentacle slithering around her ass. It yanked off her panties and threw them aside.

Luna promised to commit tonight to memory, swore she’d bring herself off to tentacle fantasies from here to eternity. Promised she’d remember these eyes, gleaming with inky magic, his skin luminescent in the lights from the city. And tentacles slithering over her body, like so many sexy snakes.

One of them was between her thighs now, exploring along her wet seam, and he growled his appreciation.

Had she died and gone to heaven?

And she hadn’t even got his pants off yet.

“Human or kraken? Or both?” she got out breathily, staring down at his cock, straining in his half-unzipped jeans.

“Human. More or less.”

Feverishly, Luna tugged down his jeans and boxers and his huge blue cock sprang out, the head swollen and gleaming, already dripping a silvery blue pre-cum at the tip.

“Like what you see?”

“Holy fuck. What’s it like when you’re fully kraken?”

“Longer. It becomes more flexible… kinda ribbed and, er…”

Hooolly fuck.“Yeah?”

“Covered in suckers.”

“Show me…” she panted.

To her surprise he shook his head. “Our mating arm sires our younglings. It’s only shared with our mate. With my human cock I can’t reproduce, or—luckily—transmit sexual diseases. Or catch them from others.”

“I’m clear,” she said. “I get regular check-ups.”

“I’m not your first, then?” he joked lightly.

“Huh, don’t flatter yourself.” She wanted to air punch. She could ride him bareback. No risk. Though now her curiosity was piqued. Amating arm. What the fuck would it be like to have that thrusting inside her? Would she be able to take it all?

It’s not for you, Luna Storm. It’s for his mate.Well, huh, she never wanted to bethat, so guess she’d never find out…

Besides,thiscock was magnificent, dark blue, pulsing and veined and straining, ready to pleasure her pussy. And his tentacles were out, as far as she could tell—all of them. Touching her, everywhere. She needed to focus on the important stuff. Getting off spectacularly on his cock, then working out how he’d use those tentacles in the ring.

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