Page 16 of Alien Kraken's Prize

Bridget slaps a tentacle away, backing up, scowling under the fetching glimmer of my cum on her equally fetching skin.

“You can’t just jizz on people!” she snarls.

“Jizz?” My mouth quirks to the side in confusion.

“This shiny shit,” Bridget barks out, the decibel of noise coming from her truly remarkable considering her small stature. “Your fucking cum! Why is it glittery? What the fuck?”

“Of course I can,” I tell her, trying not to laugh at her feckless bared teeth. Something tells me she would not take kindly to be laughed at after I have coated her in my precious cum. “I just did, didn’t I?”

She throws her hands in the air, the sparkle of my fertility catching the light from the heat lamp overhead, and stomps towards the pool of water that separates her terrarium from the rest of my world.

Oh, she is but a wee, fierce little thing.

I watch her, and the level of my amusement peters out as my heart contracts.

I am quite enamored of this tiny female already, and that might be the most dangerous thing for her—more dangerous than any of the seafolk in my domain.

Once I am invested in something or someone, I don’t just go halfway.

No, for Bridget, I am already all in.

She might dislike my mating marks, but she’ll come around.

I’m sure of it.

Grinning, I make my way across the sand to where she contemplates the pool of water, a grim expression on her face.

“You’ll find the mark protects you against more than scheming courtiers,” I tell my newly shining sea star.

“Like what? The icy fucking temperature of the water? The pressure of the deep? The fact I can’t breathe underwater?!” Each question is louder and angrier than the last, and I have to bite my tongue this time to keep from laughing.

“Exactly. You are an intelligent species indeed,” I tell, caught between pride in how quickly she’s caught on and amusement at her ridiculous temper.

Her eyebrows rocket up. “Wait, really?” she glances down at the sparkles gracing her skin, an interested expression on her face. “Is this normal for your kind?”

“Well, we don’t need to do it often, as most of my species can already do those things. But it allows us to take other kindred species to mate in our chosen depths.”

She blinks once, then twice, slowly. “What if it doesn’t work on me?”

“Then you die,” I tell her.

“What?” She sputters, looking around in outrage.

“It will work.”

“You are the most arrogant, annoying, selfish man I have ever met?—”

“I’m not a man,” I remind her. “I am a kraken.”

Her hands cover her face.

Which gives me the perfect opportunity to stare at where her tentacles should be. “Are you still hurting from your…” I pause, uncertain of the terminology she used. “Bleeding?”

“No.” Her voice is muffled. “I don’t want to die. Dying would be worse.”

“There’s only one way to test the power of my cum,” I tell her. I am certain it will work. She could not have triggered my mating mark were she not compatible with me.

I am well pleased by this outcome.

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