Page 43 of Rising from the Depths

“Kronus,” she moaned, tilting her head back.

His hands shifted to her backside, and his tentacle suddenly withdrew from her sex. Her eyes flashed open, and she was about to protest when Kronus pulled her off the chair andontohim. She gasped as his cock sank deep inside her. He stretched her, filled her, and that sharp bite quickly turned into somethingmore, something tantalizing and pleasurable.

She met his feral, heated gaze and held it, losing herself in its depths.

He coiled his tentacles beneath her and slid his hands to her hips, providing her strength and support as he raised her and slammed her back down. Eva released a choked cry. He pumped again and again, impaling her deeper and deeper with each upward thrust. Blistering pleasure speared her, building ever higher, but she kept her eyes open and locked with his.

“Give meeverything,” he growled, lips drawing back to bare his teeth. The points of his claws pricked her flesh, and his movements grew more powerful, more demanding.

Eva was helpless but to obey. Sensations both agonizing and rapturous surged through her, stealing her breath, her sight, her very self. Her cries filled the room as her body tensed. She writhed upon him and clawed at him, desperate to get even closer as her sex contracted around him, flooding them both with liquid heat. Something stroked her clit; each flutter created a fresh wave of pleasure, prolonging her climax.

Several of Kronus’s tentacles curled upward to grasp Eva’s waist and legs as he pulled her down a final time; he burst in that moment, releasing a roar as his body hardened and his hot seed filled her. He maintained his hold on her as, with ragged breaths, he shallowly pumped his hips. His cock thrummed inside her. Whatever had been stroking her clit continued to do so, its movements more leisurely but no less pleasing. She shuddered and moaned, resting her head upon his shoulder.

As she caught her breath, Eva brushed her fingertips over Kronus’s velvety skin and listened to the strange, rapid rhythm of his heartbeat. Her left leg ached, and her limbs were weak. Her clothing clung to her, irritating her sensitive skin, and sweat trickled between her breasts. His tentacles idly stroked her bare flesh, leaving those little kisses in their wake.

She waited for the guilt, the regret, for the feeling ofwrongness…but none of them came. This moment felt…right. Being withKronusfelt right.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he finally drew back from her. His movement reminded her that he was still deep inside her.

His eyes dipped. “Next time, these will come off, too,” he said, tugging the fabric of her shirt and skirt with his hands.

Next time.

The way this had happened, the way they had come together, was unreal to her. Given everything that had occurred over the last couple weeks, sex had been the furthest thing from her mind when she came here.

But that’s not true, is it? I’ve been looking at Kronus…noticinghim. Wanting him.

Despite the unexpected nature of their lovemaking, it was exactly what she’d needed — the perfect way to make this place feel like home. It was proof that Kronus accepted her, completely and undeniably, as she was.

She grinned at him, feeling suddenly bashful, which was absolutely insane since they’d just had sex and his cock wasstillinside her with whatever-they-were stroking her sex.

“Yeah, they will,” she said. What would he think of her body once it was bare? She hadn’t even fully seenhim; his cock certainly hadn’t been visible before.

His lips curved upward in a smile — only the second real one she’d seen from him. It paired well with the passion smoldering in his eyes. She stared at his mouth, raised a hand, and brushed her thumb across his lower lip.

“You should smile more,” she said. “I don’t think you do it enough. It suits you.”

“I have had little reason to before you,” he replied.

The raw honesty in his tone pierced her heart; what kind of life had he lived prior to their first meeting? “I can’t imagine your time with me has been all that joyful.”

Kronus trailed his claws through her hair. “You are a worthy female with a strong will and a strong heart. I can imagine little as fulfilling as helping you see that.” He settled his hands on her hips. “Come. You have had a long day, female. I will bring you food, and then you may rest.”

Before she could answer, he rose; gravity pushed her down on his erection, which didn’t seem to have diminished at all, and elicited a startled gasp of pleasure from Eva. He gently lifted her off him, sliding his shaft free. She felt immediately bereft. His tentacles guided her feet to the floor, but he did not release his hold on her even after she was standing upright. His seed, combined with her essence, ran down her inner thighs.

“What would you prefer to eat?” he asked. The pads of his fingers trailed over her skirt at her hips. “We have fish and krull meat, and many plants I do not know the names for.”

She squeezed her thighs together to slow the flow of liquid. “Um…can I clean up first?”

He tilted his head and lowered his brows as though she’d asked the strangest question in the world. “What do you need to clean up?”

“Um…”

She glanced down, meaning to look at the slick on her thighs. Instead, her eyes trekked along Kronus’s muscled torso, past the point near his waist where his skin darkened and caught on his exposed erection. Her heart leapt.

Thathad been inside her?

His shaft extruded from an open slit at his pelvis. It was long and thick, the dark coloring at his base matching his stripes while the skin at its rimmed tip was a shade lighter than his normal ochre. He lacked a scrotum, and his cock seemed to be secreting its own lubrication, but it was the four two-centimeter-long tendrils around the base that made her eyes flare with true surprise.

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