Page 24 of Alien Kraken's Prize

He’s waited for me. For six months, he’s held me while I slept, taken care of me, called me his precious sea star and used the ship’s atomizer to create anything I could ever want to wear or eat.

I trace the faint outline of his bulge with my fingertip, waggling my eyebrows as he finally sucks in a breath and stares at me with hope in his eyes.

It makes me laugh, that expression, and I twist in his lap, his tentacles writhing to better settle me against him.

“You are playing a dangerous game,” he says slowly.

“I want to play it. I want to win it.” I move my eyebrows even more ridiculously, until he’s grinning at me too.

When I start to coax his cock out, though, he stiffens, groaning as I wrap my fingers around it and begin to shuttle it back and forth in my hands.

Zero to sixty. That’s me.

I’ve been teasing him for weeks now in earnest, but suddenly, I don’t want to wait for whatever random event I thought was going to signify I was completely ready to take the next step in our relationship.

I’m ready right now.

“This isn’t how I imagined our first time,” he says thickly.

His tentacles are working over my body, and I glance at where Harry’s swimming around in the water hatch, paying us no attention at all.

“How did you imagine it?” I ask, amused and aroused all at once.

His tentacles circle my breasts, his suckers clamping down on my nipples at the same time, making me cry out.

“Like this,” he says roughly, then suspends me in the air, peeling the sheer dress off my body with ease, thanks to having two hands and eight tentacles at his disposal.

Soon, I’m flushed and naked, a tentacle around my waist, one running up my back and supporting my weight, and another nudging at my entrance as my kraken takes one of my nipples into his mouth.

Another tentacle nudges at my pussy, and I keen as he lifts me up further, completely at his mercy… and his inspection, it turns out.

“I’ve been watching vids from your planet,” he muses, a tentacle circling my clit with delicious, light suction. He spreads my legs further apart.

“You have?” I ask, laughing breathlessly. “Why?”

“Because I want to please you from the first time until forever, sea star,” he says.

I can’t answer, because he begins doing exactly that, in earnest.

It’s a smorgasbord of sensation, each more intense and delicious than the last, every possible erogenous zone being suckled by his tentacles.

He’s fucking me without even touching me with his cock, and it’s better than I ever imagined sex could be. My whole body is clenching around him, demanding more, even though I’m afraid more might just kill me.

“Tell me,” he growls, teeth nipping my ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock,” I tell him desperately. “I want you to feel good too.”

“Every sound you make makes me feel good. Every smile you give me is a gift. Every breath you draw makes me feel lucky to be alive at the same moment as you,” he tells me, the words so fierce that I shiver, climbing closer to release.

“I still want it,” I manage, and he laughs, still working me, my body making sloppy sounds against him.

“I’m afraid it will be too big for you. I need to open you up.”

“Hit me with the sexy secretions,” I gasp, clenching around him, trying to move to find my release but unable to.

“Don’t say something you don’t mean,” he tells me, a bite to the words that wasn’t there before.

A sheen of sweat breaks out on my forehead, and I’m so close to orgasm it’s almost too much. “That’s what I want too, Borumor. I want you to be mine. Now give me your cock,” I demand.

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