Page 8 of Stranded with the Kraken
The tentacle moves in my hand, sticking to my skin and sucking gently. The sensation is strange at first, but when Jasper moves it to the inside of my wrist, all my hairs stand on end because it feels incredible, like a dozen soft caresses happening all at once.
“They’re full of nerve endings,” Jasper confirms. He leans in and captures my mouth in a quick kiss as if he can’t help himself. “Your touch feels amazing on them.”
I stroke up his limb, the suckers fluttering in my wake. “Is it like…touching your cock?”
He laughs. “Not quite. It’s hard to explain, but maybe think of them as your nipples.”
I offer him a mischievous smile. “So in theory, you could come just from having your tentacles stroked?”
“In theory,” he agrees. “But I’d rather have you stroke something else.”
When a flush works its way up my neck and into my cheeks, I tell myself it’s because of the water and Jasper’s body heat. I shouldn’t be blushing like a maiden on a Bone-R date, I’m sure. But Jasper has that effect on me.
I squint toward where I think his groin must be, but the moving tentacles and the water obscure my view. “So…you said your cock is hidden?”
Jasper hums. “Yes. It’s tucked away in a pocket of skin when I’m in this form, usually. But right now, with you in my arms, I’m having to fight very hard to keep it there.”
“Why?” I ask.
He presses his forehead to mine, his exhale brushing my lips. “Because I need you to come first. I need to make sure you’re comfortable with me before I fuck you.”
The tentacle stroking my leg moves higher, to the inside of my knee, and I barely hold back a groan.
“I’m comfortable,” I sigh. “I won’t run.”
He nuzzles the side of my neck and lightly runs his sharp teeth over my jugular. “When I enter you,” he says, “my cock will lock inside you for a while.”
I raise my eyebrows at that. “Like a knot?”
I’d read about those. Werewolves and several other creatures have them, and they’re supposedly very stimulating for whoever is on the receiving end, but they tend to be very large.
“Not quite,” Jasper says. “You’ll find it enjoyable, I promise you.”
Another tentacle joins the fun, twining itself around my other ankle, the suckers pulling lightly at my skin. It’s an onslaught of sensation, and I realize suddenly I’m caught almost completely. Only my left arm remains free where I’m still clutching Jasper’s neck for support.
This is where I should freak out and demand he let me go. But instead, my body softens at the knowledge that I’m in well over my head. Jasper wants me to surrender to him, and I want that so badly. I want to give him permission to have his way with me.
“Okay,” I murmur. “I agree with your plan.”
He smiles, devastatingly handsome. “Do I need to keep checking in with you, or would you rather pick a safe word and let me lead this?”
It’s like he’s reading my thoughts, aware of exactly what I need from him. I gasp as the tentacle on my left leg reaches my thigh, squeezing like a boa constrictor, then letting up again. “Safe word,” I pant. “Um, I pick winter.”
“Good,” he purrs. “And you ticked yes on anal on your questionnaire, correct?”
“Yeah.” My pussy clenches around emptiness at the thought of him fucking me there. “I’m good with that, too. Just don’t let me drown.”
“Never,” Jasper promises. “You’re completely safe with me.”
He kisses me, and the last of my worries melt away. I grasp the back of his neck, digging my fingers into his slick hair. He groans into my mouth, the sound ravenous. He inches his tentacles up my naked legs, stroking my skin as he goes. When the first suckers reach the juncture of my thigh, I gasp, tearing myself away from his kisses.
I have to watch this, at least the first time.
Jasper and I both stare in the water between us as the softly pointed end of his tentacle slips between my legs. His grip on me tightens, and he works my thighs farther apart, as if he wants me on full display. Another tentacle wraps itself around my torso for support. Then he brings the tip of the first to my pussy, parting the lips.
I gasp at the contact of the slick, warm limb with my clit. I’m hot and wet for him, and the tentacle itself is slippery, so it slides easily over my sensitive spot, then curls back on itself. Jasper turns it so the small suckers drag against my flesh. My muscles lock tight at the unfamiliar touch, but a moment later, he lets the suckers stick onto me, and pleasure shoots through me.
“Ah!” I throw my head back, closing my eyes. “Oh, shit. That’s amazing.”
