Chapter 45

chapter 45

ELLE

I felt Cepharius's mind sorting through mine for clues, but I wasn't sure how much help I'd be—I'd never wanted anything like this before.

But there was something about his raw desire on the 'qa that stoked something inside me, something primal, and as I gave that energy to him, he took it and reflected it back.

He released one of my thighs, giving it over to a tentacle instead, and ran his fingers through my hair, pulling my neck to the side, as though he were going to whisper, like I wasn't going to hear him in my mind: "Do you know how badly I need you, little pearl?"

I pouted. This wasn't what I had in mind. "You just showed me?—"

"That was why I needed you," he interrupted my thoughts with a growl. "And all of that was true. But this is how," he said, pulling himself almost all the way out of him, and then plunging himself back in.

I cried out in surprise, as I felt him purr in satisfaction, running through all the memories in my mind. "No one else has ever stretched your breeding hole this wide, have they?" he asked me, even though he already knew the truth.

I shook my head.

"And no one else has ever been this deep," he said, taking another heavy thrust.

"No!" I shouted out, shuddering against him.

He downshifted easily. "Are you okay, my pearl?"

"That was an agreement-no, not a real-no," I said with a pant.

"You are the most precious thing in the all of the water," he said, smoothing his cheek against my own. "So I am just checking."

I thought about explaining the concept of safewords to him, but then he started to thrust again, and distracted me.

"You like being full," he said, sounding amused. "And from here on out, nothing else will do for you but my arm."

I groaned as he stroked—and he wasn't wrong. There was no way I was going to be able to go back to a man after this. If I had to get out of the water, I'd buy a house by the sea, with one of those widow's walks, so I could look out at the ocean the whole time—or maybe I'd go down to the beach at night, take off my pants, and let the tide fuck me, pretending it was him.

"Your mind is so interesting, little pearl," Ceph mused. "But it is also very loud. Let me pump you quiet again."

For a millisecond I resisted—I wanted to be too smart to ever be fucked stupid—but then in action... fucccccckkkkk.

"Yes," I heard his mind hiss in triumph. "Your breeding hole feels so good, little pearl, so tightly wrapped around me. Take me to my ring, let me fill you up."

My entire body was rocking against him with his pounding. I slid a hand between us so that I could grind on my fingers—and he removed himself at once. His actions caused a cloud of black to spray around us.

"Hey!" I protested—but then he spun me.

"I want to touch all of you," he said, turning to hold me open, my back to his chest, and shoving his way back inside—only this time one of his tentacles wrapped across my waist, dipping a sucker to my clit.

I groaned, arching my hips, which let more of him in. I couldn't even see the ring now, so it had to be close—but I could watch the rest of him, and everything looked obscene, the way he kept me spread open, the color of his grasping tentacles, and then the heated shade of his thrusting flesh.

"Yes, witness this," Ceph groaned in my mind. "Let me in, little pearl. Take me—I'm so close, and once I'm in—" He thrust, I felt myself stretch, and then he made a sound on our 'qa like I'd never heard.

And even though I was underwater with him—it set me aflame.

That was the only word I could think of to use for it, and it was a poor substitution.

All I knew was that his thoughts called to me, my mind as open to him as my thighs were, and I was begging for it.

"Please. Please-please-please."

"Oh yes, little pearl," he promised, enveloping me in his mantle, his puckering sucker tugging at my clit—and I realized why he needed to sink up to his ring.

It helped to anchor him inside me so the rest of his flexible pumping arm could pulse in and out of his sheath like a fucking jackhammer.

It felt so right. I could feel him inside me, but I could also feel him as he felt me, too—what it meant for him to be pillaging me like this, how desperately he needed it. The sensation of both of us made me cry out, and for a second I thought I was losing my mind.

"I require this action," he growled, making me grunt shamelessly with his wild thrusts. "The speed draws the seed up in me and prepares it to depart. Oh, little pearl, your breeding hole—is so good." His thoughts devolved into chaotic sounds of pleasure—and his sucker at my clit picked up. I caught hold of his nearest tentacles.

"Ceph," I warned, throwing back my head, and clenching my jaw .

More tentacles sank between my legs, pulling everything there wide, stretching me so open that the friction nearly became overwhelming; plus, his sucker wouldn't stop. I could feel my clit swelling. It was getting harder and harder to deny myself.

"Your breeding hole aches for release, little pearl. Why won't you give it up?"

"Don't—want—things—to—be—over," I managed to get out.

"Elle of the Air," he said, slowing down, pulling himself out of me, making me moan. "As you are a human, I think you do not understand how mating works," he said, filling me again, making me jiggle like a hand puppet as I groaned. "You are mine now. Time or distance may try to separate us—but nothing will."

The second he thought it, I knew he meant what he said.

This was forever.

My hips thrust, and I gave a ragged shout, coming hard, my pussy clenching his pumping arm tight, and he snarled.

"You are mine."

The thought flew through my mind and echoed until it was the only thing that was true.

I was his—and he was claiming me.

He was almost inverted around me, in his eagerness to keep me still for his pumping pleasure, and I?—

I ate it up.

Even when I'd had breasts, I'd never had men wanting to lose themselves like this in me before. I got the feeling that if someone interrupted Cepharius now, he'd kill them and then he'd go back to fucking me. It was intoxicating, especially because I could feel how all of his urges were surging through him on our 'qa. It was like doing one of those hot tub, cold-plunge things, except all the water was made of horny.

His emotions flowed through me just as fast as the friction, and I howled through another orgasm.

I was wrong if I thought that was going to slow him down though. All he did was spin both of us so that he was over me now, demanding, "Again."

And I gave them to him. One after the other, pulled out of my body by his suckers and his pumping arm, falling faster and faster like close-set dominos. My throat would've been raw if I hadn't been suspended in whatever safe liquid I was in, because it got to where I was screaming all the time—and then I felt him tense. He did it with his whole body, all the tentacles that were wound around me, his arms, and the muscles of his chest—and his impeccable rhythm began to stutter.

"Yes," it was my turn to growl, and I bit his nearest tentacle, just because I could. "Give it to me!" And if my pussy was his breeding hole, then, "Breed me!" I demanded, like I was a queen.

I heard him bellow on our 'qa, and all of his skin went as dark as his pumping arm had been—then all I saw was white. Shudders of pleasure moved through my body, and I knew I was feeling him, same as he had felt me, this was what it was like for a kraken to come —and I almost passed out.

"Oh my God, Ceph," I hissed, as he made a wild sound in time with each burst of his release in my mind. "It feels so good?—"

"It is because of you," he snarled, shaking and trembling. "Take it, little pearl , take it ."

I did, and I cried out.

It felt like I was trapped in between two mirrors, making everything infinite for a moment in time.

I was him and he was me and we were both fucking coming .

"Shhh, little pearl, yes—feel the bliss when we move as one," he said, still fucking me out of my mind.

"Cepharius," I said, trying to tense. He hadn't just fucked the other half of my thesis out of me—I could barely remember my name.

"Don't fight it," he said, stroking his hands over me, still thrusting. "It will last for as long as my release, if you let it."

I rocked back into his chest, helplessly coming, in slow moving waves—until his hands roved over the space where my breasts had been. I trapped his large palms there, feeling naked on a level I hadn't yet before—but I realized that was all me.

It wasn't him.

He wanted me as I was—and so I gave completely in.

"Ceph," I whispered, drawing one of his arms over me possessively and pushing his other hand down, so his fingers could take the place of his suckers on my clit. He did so eagerly, stroking it, making me come again as he thrust and purred.

"Elle of the Air," he said, drawing out all of the sounds, like he found my name delicious. "My perfect and beautiful pearl."

I didn't know how long we were like that, satisfied and slowly spinning, because sometimes he would thrust again, setting off another wave—all I knew was that this was what it felt like to be loved.

I would never have to wonder or guess.

He would always be by my side—or failing that, in my mind—and I knew I was going to be his for the rest of my life.

"Yes," he agreed, running the back of one of his hands across my cheek. "I am going to pull out now, Elle—but I will always be with you. I am never going to leave you again."

I groaned as he retreated. A cloud of black burst from between my legs, and I got a strong sense of his pride.

"You are bred," he said. I rolled over onto my stomach and he held me on his chest.

We both knew things weren't going to work—but that didn't stop us from wishing that they would.

"Good," I told him, kissing him gently, before falling asleep right on top of him.