Page 8 of Twisted Desires

I wade out to him, and he turns me around to face the forest.

“On your knees, Mate,” he coaxes, his breath hot against my ear. “I want to see this big, white ass as I fuck you and claim you.”

A shiver of excitement ripples through me. Wriggling out of my soaked skirt and t-shirt, I toss them onto the sand, bare as the day I was born beneath the brilliant All Hallows’ Eve moon. Then without a word, I obey, dropping to my knees in the lapping surf. The water cradles my body as just my shoulders and the globes of my ass breach its surface.

“Beautiful,” Kana whispers in his knee-weakening gravel. “I think I’m going to have to fuck it, too, once I’m done burying my seed deep inside your fertile cunt.”

I whimper at the thought. That huge thing up my bunghole? Jesus fucking Christ!

“Good girl,” Kana soothes, massaging his hands over my thick cheeks before giving one of them a sharp smack. “Come now. Spread your legs just a little wider. That’s it.”

In the next instant he’s sliding the rosy head of his monstrous cock up and down my bare pussy lips, smearing his slick pre-cum with long, languid strokes, teasing me.

“Master,” I plead, glancing back over my shoulder, overwhelmed by my need to be filled with him. “I want you.”

“It’s been a long night,” he agrees, dipping his enormous cockhead just inside of me.

I push back instinctively, desperate, wanting to bury that terrifying beast of a cock to the hilt, but his hand rests firmly on my lower spine, holding me in place.

“No, no, my pet,” he says, clucking his tongue. “I will claim you when I’m ready, and not a moment before.”

I bite my lower lip in frustration, and moan as a tentacle snakes around my thigh and between my legs to play with my throbbing clit. Two more tentacles caress my breasts and toy with my hard, oversensitive nipples. The pleasure is an exquisite agony, the warmth of my desire warring with the cold of the lake. But if I’m shivering, I don’t notice. There’s just my monster, me, and my fingers and toes digging into the silty sand.

It feels primal and wild to be on my knees like a bitch in heat, but it’s not far from the truth. Kanaloa will be my master, my lover, my mate, and the father of my children … and I’ll be his pet, his queen, his mate, and the mother of his children in return. Our union is one of lust and mutual benefit. We are two souls who have been alone all our lives, lost in a world that has no room for outcasts and rejects like us. Yet here we are, entangled and twisted, brought together by Fate itself. And in this beautiful, monstrous, and pivotal moment I want this kraken inside me more than I need air.

“Are you ready to be broken, Bethany?” asks Kanaloa, interrupting my heated reverie.

A hiss of desire whispers past my teeth. “Yes. Please!” I beg. I’ve never been more ready. A second later and a sucker captures my clit, pulsating with a vengeance. My legs shake, my heart races, and I grasp desperately at fistfuls of silt as my kraken plunges his huge, rippled cock into my wet and shuddering pussy.

A cry rips from my throat, echoing into the night, and my entire world narrows down to my poor, flaming cunt. The burning stretch as my body valiantly tries to accommodate his otherworldly dick consumes me, and then a tentacle wraps itself around my throat…

Chapter Nine

God, yes! The tentacle tightens its grip just enough to have me rasping for breath, but not choking. It’s so fucking hot. My life is literally in my monster’s hands, and it’s erotic beyond measure. I push back, rocking my hips as Kana thrusts with long deep strokes. The ribbing of his spiraling purple veins heightens my ecstasy, and it’s not long before I can scarcely hold myself up. Thankfully my kraken has got me. His pleasure-seeking tentacles work their wicked ways while ensuring my face stays above water.

Kana pounds me for all I’m worth, burying himself up to his hefty orange sac again and again, until I’m a blithering, gasping, moaning mess. His tentacles deftly bring me to climax—twice—before we come together. He unleashes his load, filling me like a baker piping a donut full of fresh cream.

I shudder in the wake of my brutal orgasms, shaken to my very core. If I have arms or legs, I can’t feel them. Not anymore. I might as well be a bloody jellyfish. Every single inch of me is loose, relaxed, and like putty in Kanaloa’s hands. Just when I think the violent fucking is over with, he withdraws and presses his cock to my asshole.

“Kana!” I squeak. Instinctively, my body tries to tense up, but it’s like his seed has relaxed me somehow.

“Hush, pet,” says my mate. “You are mine now. But before you become like me, I need to plunder this gorgeous ass.”

My mind races, even though my body feels as dozy and blissed out as a kitten with a belly full of warm milk. Cunts are made for cocks … but asses? I cringe internally. And he’s so big!

Kana smacks each globe of my ample ass, sending shock waves through me.

“I might die,” I moan.

“You might wish for death, my beauty, but this will not kill you. Though you might never have known it, you were made for me. You need me the way I need you—completely.”

Then my master sinks his ridged cock slowly inside of me. My ass caves for him, offering little resistance, allowing him deeper and deeper access, until I feel his firm body and smooth sac flush against me. It doesn’t hurt anymore, shockingly. None of it does. Whatever magic Kana’s cum has in it, it’s reduced me to a paralytic fuck sock. And boy, does he take advantage of the opportunity! He reams me out, fucking me like a true monster. As if I were his supernatural equal and not just a small, curvy human woman.

Closing my eyes, I just feel. It’s all I can do. The delicious assault goes on, his tentacles effortlessly finding my clit again. Between the great beast in my ass, and the sucker between my legs, the spankings are more than I can bear. As his hands paddle my ample cheeks, the sting reverberates through me. I can’t even imagine how it must look—my butt must be as bright red as a beetroot beneath the moonlight as it’s punished repeatedly for the sin of being too damn voluptuous.

In the blink of an eye, I’m lifted from the water and spun around to face him. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tight, his face buried against my neck as he reaches his release. Like a puppet in his embrace, I can only rest against him as he shudders and bucks, emptying his cum inside me. We’re done, I think to myself with a small sigh of relief. I’m fucking exhausted! I need sleep. I need rest. But I’m wrong. This is only the beginning.

I gasp as Kanaloa’s fangs pierce my neck, sinking into my throat without remorse. He holds me in a viselike grip, and there’s no escape. This is it. He’s turning me—injecting me with his kraken venom. I might have liked some warning, but then, maybe this is for the best. And what does it matter? My mind is made up. I’m filled with his cum, and I’m going to birth his offspring. Pretense seems redundant at this point. There’s just one last step to take on this wild journey, and he’s thrown me in the deep end. I might as well learn to swim with the big fish.

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