19. Jess

Gravod's patience and control snapped as he plunged his tongue into me on a growl.

Thank fuck.

I wanted him as far inside me as he could go. A sense of emptiness made me buck into his face, demanding more pressure. Or at least, I tried to buck. His tentacles had me gripped tight, spread out and held down. I loved it.

This wasn't going to take long.

I should have felt trapped, but I'd never been so at ease, so willing to yield my body to someone else. At this point I was all feeling, all instinct, and everything in me was certain that Gravod was my…one? My match?

Mate. It felt right. He felt right.

That was the last coherent thought I had as the combination of his thrusting tongue and that magical sagar hit the farthest reaches inside me. And pushed farther. What might have been uncomfortable was instead a feeling of pleasant fullness. The tip of his tongue nudged at a point impossibly deep, around what seemed like the vicinity of my belly button.

Gravod's lips moved against my opening as his tongue probed and licked inside, and I came, crying out his name. He didn't let up, pressing in more while his tentacles tugged and pinched my breasts, wringing out every last clench until I whined, spent.

My chest heaved as I looked down my body. Tentacles were everywhere. They coiled and uncoiled around my ankles, along my calves, and up my thighs. They circled my wrists and arms, pinning them. They brushed against my hips and sides, snaking up over my stomach to trace my breasts and nipples. Touching every inch of my sensitized skin.

It was too much. It wasn't nearly enough.

Gravod's silver eyes caught mine, and another whine started in my chest at his look of intent, of lust. He rose up from between my legs, letting me admire his muscular chest and abs. I glimpsed his long, studded cock and that undulating seal one last time before he lowered down over me, notching the head at my entrance.

He held himself above me on his forearms, face hovering over mine.

"Please," I whispered.

His eyes sparked, and his intense gaze bored into me as he started to push his cock inside.

It was wide. My opening stretched around him with a slight pinch, but then he was sliding in. Both of us sighed. The texture of his shaft rubbed my inner walls, and I arched, moaning at the delicious friction.

His face tilted up, and he groaned, pushing in another inch. He was breathing hard when he looked down at me again.

"So tight. My sweet mate. You're going to take all of my big cock, aren't you?"

I nodded, whimpering as the tentacle at the juncture of my shoulder and neck squeezed gently. That spot ached for him to sink his teeth in.

Under the onslaught of sensations, a second orgasm was building quickly. But he still wasn't all the way inside me. I trusted that the sagar would keep me from feeling pain, but what I didn't count on was the pressure.

Sounds caught in my throat and my eyes started to water as I felt him going deeper and deeper. How much more of his cock was there? Maybe I couldn't take it after all. He noticed me stiffen, and he paused.

"Almost there, my mate. You're ready for me, your body is prepared. If this doesn't make you come, I'll give you a thousand orgasms. I promise."

That made me relax, even smile. He was so serious.

"Keep going." My voice was ragged but firm.

He nodded once, his expression determined.

"You feel so good. Just another inch, sta'la."

He'd called me that before, some kind of endearment, but I didn't have time to wonder about what it meant. All my thoughts were replaced by feeling. More pressure, more stretching. It felt…good. Like something deep inside me was empty, and he was filling it.

And then I felt his seal.

With a final thrust, he was seated. I was stuffed full, his cock so far inside that I felt him in my stomach, maybe even my ribs. But the seal was something else. Warm, throbbing flesh that pressed against me, creating a gentle suction that made words or thoughts impossible.

The combination of suction and pulses felt like…tongues. Licking, sucking. Probing my folds but giving extra attention to my clit. All while his long, textured cock was buried inside me.

Then his cock started to move. It was like nothing I could have imagined.

As his seal pushed tight against me, his cock rocked forward and back, thrusting without his pelvis moving. It hit me so deep, so far up, I was gasping for air.

Connection was the word for it. A physical joining that had my heart squeezing. Wrapped in tentacles, sealed together, his cock kicking inside me.

Gravod let out a grunt and a moan that sent me right to the edge. I remembered that he'd never done this before, never felt this before with anyone but me. Warmth filled my chest. He bent his mouth to mine, and his tongue invaded to the back of my throat.

On a silent scream, I bowed up, coming hard. My body shook, muscles contracting deep inside around his shaft, sending waves of bliss from the middle of my body outward. Zaps of electricity that had my fingers and toes clenching. Without his tentacles to hold me down, I would have levitated.

A ripple through those tentacles was my only warning before he followed me, breaking the kiss to throw his head back and bellow out his release. The pressure inside me expanded as he erupted. So, so much. The fullness was unreal. I was sure my stomach was swelling with it.

And the seal. It kept working, massaging. Trapping everything inside.

The room echoed with my mewling cries and Gravod's shouts, and I couldn't tell if I was having multiple orgasms or if it was one long climax. I just knew I'd never felt anything so deeply or so much.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I shut my eyes, overwhelmed by sensation and emotion.

Gravod's fingers brushed into my hair and his thumbs wiped at my tears.

"Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

If his cock hadn't been so far up in my rib cage, I might have laughed. I shook my head and managed a breathy reply.

"I'm fine. It's so good."

I opened my eyes and smiled, then whimpered as another fluttering orgasm ran through me. He groaned, and now his eyes closed.

"The way you grip me." His voice was shredded. He looked at me again, silver gaze flashing. "Your body is greedy for my seed."

He lifted up on his forearms and stared down at my belly, and I followed his gaze. It did look full. I thought I could feel movement, exactly as he'd described, of his come moving farther inside. To my womb. I let out a shuddering breath as I clenched around his cock again, and he grunted as it jerked in response.

When the feeling of movement ended and his seal finally loosened, I wasn't ready. Gravod gently pulled out of me, and I knew that from now on I'd never be satisfied with anything less than his cock. That deep penetration I now craved.

The way he looked at me.

I waited to feel a trickle between my legs, but there was nothing. Damn. He did have magic sperm.

His tentacles started to adjust, and I expected him to retract them. But instead, he lay down on his back and used them to reposition me. In moments, I was sprawled over his chest, his arms and tentacles holding me to him in a tangled hug. Safe and cared for.

"Sleep, my mate." He sounded proud. Content.

"Good night, Gravod."

He kissed the side of my head, and I fell into the best sleep of my life.