Page 40 of Kringle and the Kraken

The gorgeous kraken watched my face as he slid his tentacle deeper into my ass until the tip fluttered against my prostate,and my cock jumped, a pearl of precum beading at the tip and sliding down the head.

“Mm, that’s mine.” Levi bent and licked it away as his tentacle slid out and then back in, making sure I felt every ridge on the way.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God. Levi!”

He laughed and pressed kisses to my hip bones as his tentacle fucked in and out of me, going deeper and deeper until my rim was stretched wide, and I could feel whatever magical lube Levi was using dripping from my body. A tentacle was still wrapped around my cock, but instead of staying coiled around the base, it was sliding over my shaft, more magic lube slicking away any friction. I’d lost track of the two tentacles rubbing over my nipples, but they banded tighter around my chest, mixing pleasure with the tiniest hint of pain. Levi’s body was working over every single one of my erogenous zones, and I felt like I was on fire, burning alive from the inside out.

And what a fucking amazing way to go.

It was too much, and I was at the edge again, trying to hold back because I really didn’t want to come without Levi’s cock buried inside me.

“Levi. Oh, shit. I’m close. Fuck.”

He pulled his mouth away, and all at once, his tentacles released. The sudden change from too much sensation to nothing made my head spin.

“You think you’re ready for me, baby?”

“God, yes. Please.”

He pressed one more kiss to my hip bone and stood. The tentacles around my legs lifted them, and two previously uninvolved tentacles wriggled under my body to wrap around me and slide me toward the edge of the bed until my ass was almost hanging off.

“Lube?” Even though I knew he didn’t need it, I still asked because some small part of my brain wanted to hear him say what I’d already deduced.

One of his tentacles pushed a pillow under my hips, and another slid one under my head so I could lie back but still see what was going on. Levi stood between my legs, his cock on display.

His glistening, purple-blue cock.

I’d felt his length against mine before, so I knew he was big, but as I stared at him, I couldn’t help but realize that he must have been holding back. His dick was huge, and I wondered if taking his tentacle had stretched me out enough for the main event.

“Some kraken tentacles are self-lubing. You might have noticed.” He winked, and my heart turned over in my chest, loving this kind of cocky version of Levi.

I swallowed hard and nodded as Levi positioned himself against my rim and slowly started to push in.

Inch by inch, he filled me until I swore I could feel him all the way up in my chest. I’d never felt so full, and it was heady and addictive in the best way. My head was thrown back, almost hanging off the pillow he’d stuffed under me, and he gave me a minute to adjust waiting until I started to shift, looking for more.

“God, fuck me, Levi. Please.”

As he started to thrust, his tentacles came back into play, teasing my nipples and loosely sliding over my cock. He was still holding me more or less immobile, and I loved it. Most of the time, I was the one in the more dominant role during sex, and being held open and worshiped like this was a rush unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

Levi was totally right. I was a slut for him and his tentacles.

“You’re so damn tight.” His words made my eyes fly open, and our gazes connected. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. Levi’seyes were glowing gold, and not in the fucked-out sex way, but like literally glowing as in backlit, as in if it were completely dark, I’d be able to see them.

“Your eyes! Levi, your eyes are glowing!”

His hips stuttered, but something about the knowledge that his eyes were glowing like pieces of prehistoric amber under light made him feral. His hips moved faster, and his tentacles squeezed me tighter until all I could feel was him. From what I could see of myself, I looked good wrapped up in him. The deep bluish purple of his tentacles stood out against the paleness of my skin. I looked like some otherworldly captive tied up and ready to be used by my captor, and I fucking loved it. Until that night, I had no idea I had a bondage kink, but if I was being tied up in tentacles, it was a yes for me.

A very enthusiastic yes.

Especially when one of Levi’s self-lubing tentacles started tracing my rim where I was stretched around Levi’s cock.

“Oh, fuck, fuck. Fuck!” My orgasm came out of nowhere, and my cum landed all over Levi’s chest and the tentacle that had been working my cock. The contrast of the pearly white cum on the indigo of the tentacle made my cock twitch. I had no idea how hot that would be.

Levi’s hands held my hips as he pistoned into me at a punishing pace, his eyes glowing brighter and brighter with every thrust, until he let out a growl that shook the walls and emptied himself inside me, his fingers no doubt leaving bruises where they’d dug deep into my skin.

“Holy shit. That was… Fuck.” He lowered himself on the bed beside me. The grip his tentacles had on me changed from holding me in place to holding me close and stroking over my body as we came down from the epic high.

Well, all except one tentacle that had found its way to my abused hole and started to slide inside.

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