4. Isla

Isla

4

Athrong of tentacles wrap every limb of my body, carving me into the position he wants until I find myself on my knees before him in nothing but my jean shorts.

He bends forward so his lips brush my ear. "Do you want me to pillage your cove and bury my treasure in your depths, little island?"

Fuck, his words. My skin feels clammy and tight, electric. Heat swells in my chest as I imagine him plunging into me. A tiny whimper leaves my mouth as I nod my head, wanting anything and everything he'll give me. His lips brush against mine, too soft to call it a kiss.

"It's important you know what you're getting into, Isla. I'm not like the human men you've been with before." He rises up, towering over me, voice growing loud enough to shake the night. "I am as ancient as the stars and as demanding as the desert. I will not go easy on you. I'm not soft or lukewarm. I'm grit and gravel and I will polish you until you shine." He takes my face in his hands, framing me and forcing me to look him in the eye. "If we do this, I expect your complete surrender. Is that something you're willing to give?"

I swallow against the dryness in my throat and nod.

"Use your words, Isla."

"Y-yes. I want this."

That tentacle-cock wrapped around my neck, the one that's thicker and longer than the others, moves slightly and traces my lips with its tip. "Open."

As much as I want to obey, my mouth clamps shut to protect my tongue from being filed down by his sandpaper godhood.

His voice turns soft. "Trust me when I say you're going to like what I give you."

"But–"

"Do you want to be with me or not, Isla? I already told you how this is going to go."

"But–"

Like a rising tide, his tentacles push into the earth stretching him taller, lifting him towards the sky in a sudden undulating wave. His voice thunders, "Shut the fuck up and take this dick like a good girl."

I shudder at the demand, the sheer presence of him, but sigh in relief. It's like his harsh words cut right past my resistance, the part of my brain that was still overthinking this desire I feel for my castle creation. He's clearly so much more than sand.

There's a weighty silence, the air still ringing with his crude command. We stare at each other and I know this is my chance. With his sharp words, he's showing me just how dominant he can be and giving me a moment to back out. But I don't want to back out now. I'm more turned on than I've ever been.

Buzzing like an electric eel, I open my mouth.

My sand Poseidon smiles and that longer, thicker tentacle, traces my lips again.

"Tongue out."

I exhale nervously and push my tongue past my teeth. He captures it between his thumb and forefinger, holding it there, as the tip of his tentacle-cock slides over it. A wave of sensation erupts in my body. The feel of his fingers is rough, but not gritty, like he's built callouses from hard work.

He releases his grip on my tongue and pinches my lips closed around his tentacle. There's no grainy feeling in my mouth, just the polish of his strange statuesque shaft. Rather than the foul taste of sand, he tastes faintly of salt water taffy. Surprised by his flavor, I lick my tongue against the pulsing vein throbbing in my mouth to enjoy the sweet tang of his body.

"That's a good girl. Suck me off like a good little sucker fish, and I'll give you your reward."

His length pounds in and out of me while the rest of his army of tentacles bind me, holding me perfectly still as if I'm buried in sand as he fucks my mouth. It's a sensory experience like I've never had before. Helpless, overwhelmed, dominated, used, I'm completely at his mercy, and I love it.

He pushes deeper and I gag, but he only gives me a second to recover before he's pillaging my mouth again, just like he said he would. Tears stream down my cheeks along with the rain. His hands dig into my scalp, roughly grasping my hair.

"That's it, my cove, cry for me. Give me your tears and every feeling you've ever held back."

Continuing to steadily fuck my mouth like the tide pummeling the shore, he wedges the thick base of one tentacle between my thighs. It ripples against my aching core, pulsing as I ride the waves of pleasure the friction creates.

He gives as good as he takes, two tentacles teasing my nipples while one rubs against my pussy and another claims my mouth. His hands cup my face in a gentle contrast to the rough way he plunders me.

I've been fingered before, but never have I been tentacled. The way he controls the muscles as they gyrate against my clit has my pussy drooling more than the saliva leaking from the corners of my mouth. Whirling and looping around the front of my shorts, he uses the suckers to pucker against the fabric covering my clit. The pop of their release, followed by his stroking starts to build a bonfire of yearning within.

My insides liquify as my muscles tense. Raw pleasure courses through me. Like a lighthouse guiding me to the shore, his touch takes me directly to that precipice. And then I'm coming, swept away in a current that entirely engulfs me, overpowers me. Lost to bliss, I let Poseidon take complete control, giving over to the way he ravishes my mouth until I'm nothing but spent seaweed, sagging against his grip.

I whimper around him, and then, in a single breath, he's gone. He pulls out of me so fast I sway like an unmoored boat.

That incredible, mysterious tentacle-cock touches my shoulder tenderly as something hard, hot, and deliciously smooth pummels my skin over and over, hard enough that I'm certain I'll bruise. Somehow the pressure around my neck, paired with the continued onslaught from the mass still dancing between my thighs, sends me into a second, immediate orgasm that has me gasping for breath.

With that dexterous extremity he paints a line all the way around my neck, and when I look down, I'm wearing a choker of the most beautiful glistening pearls I've ever seen. They're connected by something sticky and warm that drips down my skin.

Once my whole neck is circled and he's entirely drained, every tentacle wrapped around me unfurls and leaves me bereft of all touch so suddenly I drop forward to my hands and knees.

His fingers wrap around the necklace and tug me up by it like a collar. "You're mine now, Isla. Marked by my seed. This is never coming off."