Elle

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"Ceph, what's going on?"

I didn't get any sense of danger from him—more of a restrained happiness—but we were moving very fast, and he was too busy concentrating on our path to slow down and explain.

"Really, Ceph, I mean it."

"Just a little longer, pearl. We are almost there."

I could see the large rock wall that protected Thalassamur's eastern side looming. I had no idea how Ceph had managed to carry me so far, so fast—or why we were hurtling toward it at our current velocity.

"Ceph!" I said in protest, as he finally slowed. Another kraken neared us, holding a spear, joining our 'qa, but Ceph said nothing to him—he just presented him with a tentacle—and I realized it was glowing.

"The second to last one on the end," the other kraken said, and Ceph was sprinting off again, making my braids whip out behind me—then we reached the entrance to a cave, and Ceph dove us inside.

It was darker here—but warmer than the rest of Thalassamur—and everything inside the cave was smooth, the floor, the ceiling, all of the walls, and most especially the bed-shaped dais in the center of it.

"You are going to have to trust me now, Elle," Ceph said, setting me down on the ground, and then lowering himself to join me.

"I always do," I said, nervously reaching for his hand. He took it, his larger fingers spreading mine wide, holding it tightly.

"I am going to put a child in you."

My jaw dropped a little, and then I frowned at him. "And we had to come all the way out here to do it? I enjoy practicing as much as the next girl, Ceph?—"

"No," he said solemnly on our 'qa. "This time it will take."

And before I could ask any other questions, I felt a wave of secondhand pleasure so hard from someone on the 'qa nearby it almost knocked me down. It made my knees weak, and heat dropped between my hips like a lead weight.

Ceph saw my reaction, and he nodded. "That is the feeling of some other kraken being bred. We sequester our mates here—true breeding sensations are too distracting to have on the 'qa all the time with the others. But that kraken will leave here with child, as will you, soon enough."

I swallowed. I had heard him and others talk of the breeding caves before—I couldn't believe I'd just assumed it was a metaphor. After all, we lived in a cave currently and?—

"Do not panic, and do not fear," he said, coming up to me, brushing the back of one of his hands across my cheek.

"You sound like the spaceship," I said, catching his hand and keeping it against me. I could hardly believe what he was telling me, so I needed to hear it again. "Ceph, are you for real?"

"I am, little pearl," he said, coming forward, and I felt a sensation of such pleasure and pride from him, it was irresistible—that, plus another wave of some other krakens' pleasure on the 'qa, on the cave's far side, and he made a sound at feeling it echo through me. "I should've told you about this place before, but I did not dare to dream I would get to come here again. "

And I realized the last time he had, had been with Cayoni. My heart hurt for him. "Sylinda's going to call her girl Lena for me."

"I am glad," he said, coming up to let more of his tentacles brush against my skin. "I need to go now, though."

"What?"

"I will be right back; I just need time to get provisions. Prepare yourself for my return," he said, leaving the room—and rolling a door closed on me.

"Cepharius!" I shouted on the 'qa after him, but while I felt him, he did not respond, he was so concentrated on his task—whereas I was left here, in the dark.

I groaned, undoing one of the flowers he'd given me to wear. One for every year we'd been together. At least they let off some light. I set them down around the thing in the center of the room that looked like a...bed? And I knew if I let my mind go on the 'qa, it would be easy enough to feel other krakens using it as such.

I just didn't want to be rude was all. I was barely used to letting people listen to me; I didn't want to catch any others doing things, but then a fresh wave hit me like breaking surf, and without Ceph there to catch me, I fell to my knees, jaw dropped and panting. Whoever they were, they felt so shamelessly good. It wasn't like watching porn; it was like feeling it secondhand.

I had no idea what position the other couple was in, or how long they'd been going at it, all I knew was that they were building toward a level of satisfaction I could only barely comprehend.

I stumbled around the rest of the cave, setting down my hair flowers, gaining enough ambient light to see by, when the next wave of pleasure struck me.

This one lingered so long it made my breeding hole squeeze in sympathy.

"Fuck," I whispered.

This was really happening.

And while Ceph wasn't here currently, seeing as I knew he'd come back, and from which direction.. .

I crawled onto the dais, put my head down on a folded forearm, spread my legs, keeping my hips high, and began to touch myself.

I was already so sensitive from the ambient sex, it would've been easy to go off—but I made myself wait.

I wanted Cepharius there.

I wanted him to breed me, just like we'd always dreamed.

And when I felt him rejoin the 'qa, speeding back to my side, I knew he wanted the exact same thing.

I sped my fingers up as the stone blocking the entrance to the cave rolled back—he saw me and was on me in an instant.

I felt his tentacles grab at my shoulders, and a second later his pumping arm was searching between my thighs, I could feel the heat of its tip a moment before it pushed in.

"Yes," he growled, as he readily sank up to his all-important ring, which was good because I needed him there.

I'd been into him ever since I'd met him really, but I'd never ached for him this desperately before—like if he left me now I'd cry.

"It is the breeding on you," he said, thudding home inside me. I moaned at feeling him land—him being inside me had never felt so right. And he made a low purr on the 'qa at feeling my thoughts. "Yes, this time," he began, and I realized things were different for him too. "Oh, Elle," he growled, relentlessly stroking, bringing his seed up, as the questing head of his pumping arm rubbed against the exact right space.

"Cepharius!" I howled, coming at once, my hips fighting him, sending my own wave of satisfaction tinged with need out to roil among the others.

"Yes, yes, yes," he said, groaning low. "Come hard for me, Elle, hold my arm tight," he commanded.

I did— I was —but then I also collapsed, turning back to look at him in confusion.

"How come you didn't come too?" I asked, as he pulled himself out of me.

"I wanted to relieve your pressure, before we talked some first."

His pumping arm was brighter than the glowing flowers, and other parts of him were starting to light up. He darted back to the cave entrance to finish rolling the rock shut and trapping us in, then answered my question upon his return.

"The glow is from you. It's how I knew you were ready. By the time you and I are done in here, all of me will shine."

I laughed. Even though I'd spent so much time among his people, I was still learning things. "In that case," I said, rising up on my knees quickly, stopping him from kneeling down—I ran a hand between my legs and then wrote my name across his heart, leaving a glowing E L L E behind.

"What is that?" he asked, looking down.

"My name," I told him. With the 'qa, Krakens didn't need to read.

"Ahh, little pearl," he said quietly. "What an apt place for it." He took my hand to keep it there.

"What did we need to talk about?" I asked.

I could feel him deciding how to explain. "Just—whatever happens—give yourself over to it fully, don't be frightened. Your body will know what to do. "

I squinted at him. I could press against his mind and learn—or I could trust him and let it be.

"And also I need you to help me," he went on. "Lie down?"

I did as I was told, knowing what was coming next at least. It never ceased to amaze me, the way such a large and fearsome kraken could be so tender and gentle between my legs.

He tucked my knees over his broad shoulders, lowered his mouth down, and all of the tentacles on his chin started pulling me open one second before his tongue licked against my clit.

"Why hello, little pearl of my little pearl," he said on the 'qa, sounding amused—it was a part that krakens didn't have, but that Ceph had learned to use deftly.

He was so good with it that it was cheating almost.

"I'm glad you think so," he said, sucking on it with his lips.

"Shh," I laughed, closing my eyes—and then neighbors in another cave started up; I could feel them. I groaned, at them, as Ceph shivered.

"That will be us in a moment," he swore, and swung his pumping arm up into touching range, laying it on my belly. "Use your hands to help me bring up my seed?"

I reached down to his pumping arm's ring, wrapped both my hands around it, and pulled up, listening to him groan in bliss.

"Oh yes, little pearl. Just like that. Faster."

I began to—and then I pulled it higher on my chest, so that I could bow my head and lap at his slit. That made him pause in eating me, as he enjoyed the sensations of me probing against him with my nimble tongue.

"You please me so much, Elle," he growled, and then grabbed one of my hands to pull it farther down. "Go lower. Pull harder. Please."

I realized while doing so that he must have me mimicking some action female krakens knew to do instinctively—so I reached under his mantle, almost for his pumping arm's base, where I couldn't even manage to get both hands around him, but started pulling forward, doing the best I could.

It made him snarl, and he lifted his head up—the entire lower half of his face and his beard of tentacles was aglow. "Yes," he said, as we were both rocked by a wave from another couple nearby. "Keep going. As tight as you can. Just—like that—I'm so full, Elle," he gasped, and I sensed a certain anguish from him, that what I was doing to his pumping arm was keeping him on the edge between torture and delight. "Start lower again. Oh, my mate—you are going to make me breed you so well." He groaned, and then dove between my thighs again, his efforts there redoubling.

I gave up on trying to use my mouth to play with him and concentrated instead on all the physical stimulation he seemed to need, listening to his near-constant sounds of pleasure, all the while being beaten by the waves of other krakens coming like ships against a rocky shore. Even if he hadn't been licking me perfectly, just like that, I would've had a difficult time holding back .

"Ceph," I said, winding my legs behind his broad shoulders—I was going to come so hard.

"You taste so ready, Elle. Let me check," he said, and slid two of his thick fingers inside of me.

That was all I needed to set me off. I gasped and thrashed, and his mouth and hand followed me. He held me down with another arm across my hips, making intensely satisfied noises, until I'd reached the end, collapsed against the stone, breathing hard, while he was almost sidewise, with his swollen pumping arm trailing up my stomach and chest, stiff and full, its thick tip nudging beneath my chin.

He pulled his fingers out of me and held them up, showing me how I'd made him nearly incandescent. "Look how much you need me," he said, his voice low in my mind. "And as for how much I need you," he began, while arranging himself between my legs. "I will make it so you do not have to wonder."