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Because he was mine.

The kelp continued to drip water from the canopy that encased us in. The water droplets tickled his skin where it rolled off its leaves. Where the water dripped on Poseidon’s chest, it rolled and landed in the grooves of his well-defined muscles. I licked each one that continued to run into the deep lines of his Adonis belt.

His cock strained against my stomach when I traveled back up his body. And then I rubbed my dripping pussy on his thick shaft.

“Lani,” he growled, pulling on the kelp.

As I continued with my licking, my sucking of his skin, I felt his cock no longer twisting, but sucking on my mound. My dress covered our lower bodies, so I could not see right away what was happening. So, I sat up, my eyes widening as I traced my gaze along his Adonis belt.

Lifting my dress, I saw that Poseidon’s cock no longer had the swirling vein that tickled my clit so effortlessly. No, now it was a tentacle, the suction cups kissing the top of my mound, searching for my pleasure spot between my folds.

“You taste so good, Lani,” Poseidon licked his lips. “Did you know that animals with tentacles can use their suction cups to taste and smell?”

My face heated and my nipples perked up as I sat, straddling his lap. His cock, now a thick, long tentacle, kissed me on my mound until it reached between my lips and found my clit. It found it quickly, leaving little kisses until it latched hold and I shattered quickly.

After he extended my orgasm, just with his tentacle cock, it seeped into my cavern, making sure that one of the suction cups stayed firmly on my clit.He was fucking me with his tentacle cock. I was no longer in control, but that didn’t seem to matter. It was a power exchange; we both liked it.

My concentration on the vines shattered, and his arms broke free. He flipped me over, his tentacle cock still stuck inside me. He tugged on the front of my dress, ripping it in one full swipe.

The ripping of the material stirred my hunger for this god. My clit was pulsing, my pussy soaked hearing more of the material being ripped from my body.

But then he moved his hips, thrusting the tentacle deep inside me. The suction cups only aided in my pleasure as I fell over twice more before he even began his grunting.

He was an animal.

He pushed me into the sheets, my legs wrapped around him as he pushed me further into the mattress. The room continued to fill with water, and I felt the warmth of it on my back.

“Poseidon!” I screamed, not caring if there were others in my home. He slammed his mouth onto mine, grunting with each thrust.

His body shook, and more tentacles extended from his body. They wrapped around me, pulling me upward as he sat on his knees. The tentacles moved me up and down his shaft, his face buried in my breasts. He bit down harshly, his teeth piercing the skin of my nipple.

As I cried out, hot spurts of his come filled me. I didn’t understand the anatomy of his tentacle dick, but now wasn’t the time for me to ask. Because now I was filled with him, utterly filled to the brim with his come.

I felt the drips of our arousal run down my legs, his tentacle body holding me close as he placed gentle kisses on my neck. It was the roughest sex I’d ever had, and damn, I wouldn’t mind having that again.

Poseidon eased his tentacles. I could hear them gently pop away from my body. As they fell, they retreated back into his body, which looked like they came from his hips and lower back. I should be freaking mortified, but damn, it was far hotter than any monster romance I’d ever read.

“How did you know I wouldn’t freak out over a tentacle dick?” I asked breathlessly. My hair was completely unraveled, the braid askew. Even the crown laid upside down on the pillow.

“I was cleaning your room,” Poseidon panted. “I found something interesting…” He smirked.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Lani

Aftersquealinginembarrassment,but secretly happy that he found my little toy, I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his shoulder. Poseidon had created the most exotic fuck imaginable, and it would live rent free in my mind through the rest of time.

I can’t wait for more.

Damn, I’m greedy.

And once more, I was thinking of myself, and not of my best friend, Candice. I flinched, grabbing Poseidon by the biceps and pulled away. “Where’s Candice?” I blurted and his face softened.

Poseidon filled me in on what had become of Candice. His hand lightly moved across my skin, leaving a tingling sensation as he explained.

To say I was really disappointed she left was an understatement, which I had no right to. Of course, because of my selfishness and not thinking of her for a week, it was my fault. But Poseidon told me that she had no bitterness toward me. She was just happy I was happy.

That was my Candice. The selfless one. The one that always made me laugh when I was feeling down or felt like I took on too much. And now she was gone, and I couldn’t even tell her “thank you,” for being such an amazing woman.

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