Page 9 of Stranded with the Kraken
I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’tthis. Jasper’s low chuckle is all the warning I get before another tentacle presses into my pussy. The one at my clit continues sucking and sliding, teasing me mercilessly, while this one fills me inch by inch, working its way into me.
At first, there’s barely any friction, but then Jasper twists it inside me like a screw, and his suckers find that elusive, incredibly sensitive spot on the wall of my pussy. My mouth drops open on a silent gasp. I clench my fingers in Jasper’s hair, and he hisses, then slams his mouth down on my lips in a rough, claiming kiss. He slides more of his tentacle into me, the velvety touch of his suckers teasing along the way.
I’m full of him now, but still he presses in, fitting the thicker part of his tentacle into me, stretching me out. But there’s no pain, no pinching sensation, because he’s so wonderfully slick. It’s the strangest thing, feeling the tentacle sliding easily inside me and experiencing the more textured rub of his suckers on my inner walls.
“You feel so good,” I groan, pressing my chest to his.
I squirm closer to him, and he lets me, pulling me flush to his chest. He’s just so hot, and the fresh scent of him drives my senses wild. I kiss his neck, where I find three soft slits, which must be his gills, and he groans when I brush my lips over them. I’m learning him just as much as he’s learning me, exploring all the ways we’re different from each other.
Then his tentacle reaches the end of me, and I straighten my spine with a surprised cry.
“Good or bad?” Jasper murmurs, his tentacle stilling.
I rock my hips forward, even though I can’t find any purchase. “Good. I think. Fuck, why is this so good?”
I meet his golden gaze and see the wary hope reflected there. He’s taken over, yes, but I sense he’s still holding back on me because of his previous experience.
So I bring my free hand to his cheek and tell him, “I love what you’re doing to me. It feels incredible.” I punctuate the words with a kiss. “I promise to use my safe word if I need to.”
Jasper groans in my mouth, kissing me with an almost desperate urgency. At the same time, he shoves more of his tentacle inside me. The slim tip of it coils in my pussy as the thicker part of it stuffs me full. Then he slowly twists and turns it, letting his suckers stroke me from the inside. At the same time, the tentacle at my clit rubs upward, one of the larger suckers latching on to my overstimulated bud.
Pleasure slams into me, sudden and overwhelming. My muscles tense, my body bowing in the grip of Jasper’s tentacles. I’m full, but he still fits more of him inside me somehow, pressing deep and prolonging my orgasm. His tentacle seems to pulse in time with my heartbeats, the suckers opening and closing to wring the last ounces of bliss from me.
Finally, I grow limp, panting against Jasper’s shoulder. The tentacle at my clit slips away, coiling itself around my waist to caress my skin. Jasper runs his palms up and down my back, and I appreciate that contact so much because it grounds me somehow, even though I’m still floating, weightless in the water.
With effort, I lift my head to look at him. “Wow.”
His grin is brilliant, his white teeth flashing. “Yeah?”
I give a light tug with my hand, and the tentacle that held me there slips away. My fingers tremble as I slick back my wet hair. I need a moment to settle myself, to compose my thoughts, because I want to tell Jasper how amazing this was—without making it seem like it was great just because he’s a monster. This orgasm was more personal than any I’ve had in my life, and I don’t want to diminish that by gushing about his supercool limbs.
Which reminds me…
I glance down in the water between us, noting the tentacle still stuffed deep in my pussy. My inner muscles twitch around it, triggering an aftershock of pleasure that has me shivering in Jasper’s arms.
“Can I— Can I stay inside you?” he asks.
I glance up at him again. “Yeah. You like that?”
He gives the tentacle a small push, probing deep in my pussy. “You feel like you were made for me.”
His voice is a low rasp, and I sense the sincerity behind his words. It’s not some cheap line intended to make his hookup of the evening feel good—it sounds like he’s speaking from the very depths of his soul.
I scratch my nails lightly over the base of his scalp and grin when he leans into the touch, moaning. He’s just as attuned to me as I am to him.
“This was already the best sex of my life,” I tell him. “And it doesn’t feel fair that it was one-sided.”
Jasper’s golden gaze darkens. “You think I derived no pleasure from yours?”
Suddenly, he takes my hand and dips it underwater, guiding my palm down his abs to…
“Oh, fuck.”
My fingers brush over a hard, slick length. His cock is definitely larger in monster form than it was when he was human-shaped, but not by much. I close my hand around it and stroke up to the slightly tapered tip, then down again, all the way to the base, to gauge the texture. It feels smooth, but Jasper mentioned it would get stuck inside me, so there must be something special about it that I can’t see yet.
“Feeling your pussy squeezing my tentacle is incredible,” he says. “Almost as good as fucking you will be.”
“Okay,” I breathe. “That’s good to know.”
