Page 117 of An Inheritance of Monsters

My pussy clenched around the tentacle stretching me wide, ass tightening around him. The pressure in my clit was almost unbearable now.

I jerked my hips against him hard and the sucker clamped down, squeezing me hard.

Zirin tensed beneath me, every tentacle in my body swollen and pulsing as I came apart at the seams, unable to make a sound with my mouth completely stuffed, shuddering all over him.

The hands on my hips tightened, then he let out a deep groan.

Heat gushed through me as he came, seed spilling into my womb and deep in my ass, spurting down my throat with a surge of sea-salt taste.

I swallowed, gulping his come greedily as it spilled out over my lips and cheeks. The tentacles pulsed, the flood finally drying up as he pulled me close to him. He slipped from my mouth, the tentacle cradling me.

His heart was racing as I laid against him, panting for breath. Slowly, he withdrew from my body, tentacles stroking and caressing me all over, until he finally popped free with a gush of seed and slick.

We were both utterly spent, but he kept me close as he cleaned me, his tentacles moving over me with gentle affection.

But as my heartbeat gradually slowed, I noticed something with my cheek pillowed on his chest.

His hadn’t slowed at all. If anything, it was beating faster than ever, and some of the tentacles on me were beginning to writhe.

“Zirin?” I raised my head to look him in the face, concern welling up within me. “Are you okay?”

A jumbled rush of words went through my head, all of them disconnected.

Juno I Juno lover it feels—

His voice cut short.

“Zirin!”

I sat straight up, terrified that something had happened, I’d somehow ruined him, we’d gone too far—

I jumped aside on rubbery legs as Zirin contorted, his tentacles twining around themselves, terror a sick cold stone in my gut.

He was shuddering, bent over, something pushing against the skin of his back from within.

I wanted to scream for Rask or Voraal, for anyone to help as theKleewas wracked by a hard shiver.

He made an audible sound. Not one in my head. A deep, groaning roar, the water frothing around him…

His lower tentacles were merging, becoming two distinct limbs. I watched, my hand covering my mouth, as the form of thick, muscular legs took shape, ending in clawed feet.

The tentacles on his face grew longer, thicker, spilling forward. He was growing larger, as big as Rask, arms and torso thickening.

I was frozen in place as he finally stopped shuddering, still crouched on the grotto floor.

Then he stood, eyes flaring a deep yellow. The rings had faded to nothing but a gleaming pattern on his skin, and now he stood on two massive legs, his ridged skull trailing down to two leathery wings sprouting from his back.

He looked down at himself, at the cock that almost resembled Voraal’s, nubbed and ridged, the legs.

Juno.

His mental voice was full of relief, and I managed to pull my hand away from my mouth. “Zirin? What happened?”

He looked like a monster from an eldritch nightmare, his beauty now edged with chaos and madness.

And despite that, I still wanted to run to him.

We are completely bonded, he said, eyes glowing beneath a heavily ridged brow.I am now a fullKlee. I have become a protector.

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