7. Poseidon

Poseidon

7

They say heavy is the head that wears the crown, but nothing is heavier than the weight of need building inside my cock as I watch my woman bounce on me. Galloping on my dick like she's riding a seahorse, her bouncing curves beg to be harnessed by my tentacles. Soon enough, I'll have her bound to suit my needs, but for now I'm content watching her fuck me.

She couldn't be more perfect, even if I sculpted her myself. Her thick thighs are perfect for wrapping myself around. Her supple skin is so delicate that the slightest squeeze from my suckers marks her as mine.

As I rake my gaze over her, I'm entranced by her belly, which moves with every heaving breath. Charmed, I move my fist down to the spot just below her belly button and drag my knuckles up the length of her softness. A path of goosebumps trails behind my hand as I caress the place where I will plant my pearl.

The thought of breeding my little human sends currents of pleasure rippling down my spine. In all my eons of seeing the world, never did I think I would want to settle in one place. With so many delights available on every shore, why would I limit myself to indulge in only one?

Isla. That's why I'll stay. Roughly, I open my fist and thrust my hand up until I have a palmful of her tits. Slamming my mouth around her nipple, I slide the bud between my teeth and nip at her skin. No, not her skin. Mine. Her breasts, her lips, and that cunt so tightly wrapped around me, they're all mine.

Bringing my mouth up to claim her, I press my tongue past her lips in time with the sway of her hips. She takes me into her depths, sinking until my pearl sacks are flush with her entrance before rising again while she works to drain me. Even though I'm immersed so fully inside that I can feel her womb try to coax my cum from my cock, I'm still not satisfied.

I need to feel more of her against me, more of her around me, until she's filled and fully owned. There's a brutal craving for every cell of her body to recognize that she belongs to me now. Not to mention the primal way every grain of sand within me is desperately trying to make my little island their home.

A chorus of squeaky gasps pour against my kiss every time she pounds those luscious thighs down to meet my lap. The sound of her pleasure is all I need to decide that my girl has had enough fun steering the ship. It's Daddy's turn to take the helm.

Wrapping around her body, I secure my grip around every voluptuous part of my perfect little human, relishing the knowledge that in a few moments I'll have her subdued beneath me, yielding to my every erotic whim and desire.

This is the best part, watching as she loses herself on my cock, completely unaware that I have strategically placed my tentacles around her body so that when I am ready to regain control, there isn't a damn thing she can do to stop me. Especially because she's reached that peak where the only thing her body wants is more.

"You're so fucking good, sweet coral. You take Daddy like your pussy was made for me." Moving to her ear, my voice comes out raspy as I say, "Let's see what other parts of you I can fill."

Her eyes flutter open with surprise, and the cutest little "Oh!" escapes her when I flip her over and bend her across my knee. Flat palmed, I rub my hand against her plump cheek. She strains to turn back and watch, but I tighten my grip and hold her in place. She's not driving the show anymore, and that thought shoots a thrill right through me. With a slap on her ass, I share the jolt of sensations with my little island by landing my splayed hand on her eager flesh.

Again I spank her, the ripples from the impact reminding me of the waves that drove me to her in the first place. A palm shaped welt quickly forms. The sight of my blow docking on her ass makes my tentacle-cock pulse with greater need. I push deeper inside, swimming in her hot springs, delighting in her throaty moans.

"Oh, little creator, how does it feel to be shaped by my touch?" Tracing the blotchy pink outline, I line my hand up and deliver another blow.

Quickly, I caress the ache away. She takes the spanking so well, keening out the most beautiful yelps with each smack.

"You didn't answer me." Another smack, and still the only sound coming from her is the squeal as I deliver her next hit. "Maybe your pussy will tell me how it feels when I mark you?"

I soothe the sore skin before I dip my fingers between her thighs and immerse them inside her, right alongside the tentacle that ravages her cunt. Her mound is warm and sticky. The feel of her desire elicits a groan so vulgar from the depths of my being that I swear the blush I've planted on her ass turns a shade deeper.

Fingers dripping with her arousal, I thrust them in and out a few times before moving them to circle the shell of her ass. She tenses like a hermit crab, which won't do.

"Tell me who I am, little island," I command, continuing my onslaught on her body as I challenge her to give me more. "Call me what I am."

"D-daddy," she whimpers.

"And what will I do for you as your Daddy?"

She shakes her head like she doesn't know how to answer the question and moans with pleasure when my dexterous extremity skims her sensitive cervix.

"Answer me, Isla." I smack her ass again. "What will I do for you?"

"I don't—" She's cut off by a moan, a siren song of rapture that tells me exactly how much she likes the way I'm playing deep in her cavern. A gasp, and then, "I don't know."

Pressing the pad of my finger against her tight back hole, I lift her chin so she can't avoid my gaze and she's forced to face the truth of what I'm about to say. "I'll take care of you, Isla. You don't have to be afraid or nervous. Relax. Let go. Trust me to care for you and surrender to my control." I stroke her hair away from her face. "I promise I'll make you feel good."

With my cock-tacle still inside her cunt, I breach her dark port with one finger. Slowly, I pump in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Her chest heaves and her gaze locks with mine, like she's seeking an anchor to hold her through the deluge of stimulation.

I bind her with my tentacles, giving her the grounding she needs as I reach for the trident leaning against my throne. The central prong is taller than the other two by a few inches and slightly rounded at the tip. Perfect for what I want to do to her.

When I remove my finger from her ass, she shakes her head in protest, but doesn't speak. It's almost like she's embarrassed by how much she enjoyed feeling me in her ass and doesn't want to fully admit she wants more.

"Don't worry, my thirsty little spring, Daddy won't leave you wanting." I replace my finger with the middle point of my trident and glide into her until the outer prongs prod the meaty flesh of her ass.

She moans and squirms, pushing back to spear herself on the long tips. Her tender band stretches around the center prong, easing her open. I watch hungrily as it slips deeper, the width growing and stretching her in preparation for when I sink myself inside.

I chuckle at my vixen's eagerness. "You like that, little island, don't you? You like having your Daddy's magical trident in your ass while I tentacle fuck your cunt."

"Yes," she gasps. Her head swings from side to side, and her eyes roll back as I adjust the angle.

That beautiful mouth of hers gapes open like a fish out of water struggling to breathe, but I know it's not oxygen my angelfish needs. She's craving more of my sandtacles. Bringing one of my free appendages to her lips, I trace the outline of her plush pink pout. My siren greets the tip with the dart of her tongue, languidly brushing against me as she eases under my caress.

Measured pulses of my trident and my godhood set the tone for how she tends to me with her eager mouth.

"More." Her greedy little hands grab ahold of me, her lips planting a kiss on one of my sensitive puckers before she drags her tongue back up to the tip.

I chuckle at my pretty little girl's fervor. "Oh, I'll give you more. I'll flood every one of your holes and bury you in my sandy depths."

"Yes," she breathes just before she sucks my tentacle into her mouth.

That's all the invitation I need. I pull out the trident and replace it with one tentacle as another tickles her tongue. My hands work her breasts while two of my remaining tentacles suction kisses along her legs. And all the while, my monster cock fucks her abyss, diving in the streams of her arousal.

Skimming the surface of her supple flesh with my fingertips, sinking into her body like she's quicksand, I'm awed by the way her softness yields to my touch. I've surfed the waves and I've seen the depths of the seas, but never have I felt as connected to another as I feel with her.

The need to fill her, breed her, own her, overpowers me, sending me into a frenzy. We're a tangle of limbs and desire, caught in a net of ecstasy. There's no rhythm to our passion. I pound into her with the same urgency of a tide breaking on the shore. The sounds our bodies make as we collide would easily draw a crowd if it weren't for the thunderous sky providing cover.

My island pushes against me, arching so she can reach me deeper. I've never known a person who enjoys sand in their cracks the way my woman does. The deeper I take her, the tighter my sack clutches. I'm ready to plant my pearl, but I hold back with all of my might as I make sure my queen arrives at that peak of pleasure first.

From the way the scent of her soaking sex mingles with the sea breeze, I can tell she's close. My woman is wet, drool coating down her chin as she sucks me off, tears streaming down her face from the euphoria of being dominated, and best of all, her juicy clam floods around me. She squirms like a sea serpent, writhing and twisting in my lap. But now is the moment she realizes who is making her feel this good.

Wrapping her hair around my fist, I hold her head in place and face fuck her with my tentacle. Every time she gags on the length, I slap her ass. "Who am I?"

"Daddy!" she screams at the stars as she comes. Cheeks bulging and mouth full, her voice emerges muffled as she garbles my name again. The word Daddy never sounded so chaotic and desperate, and I relish knowing she will forever address me in this way.

Her pleasure soaks my length as I invade her waters. The squeezing of her walls starts to pull my pearls from their holster, each contraction coaxing me to join her and let the riptide of bliss pull us under. But as beautiful as she is bent over my knee, I have to see her face when I place my gemseed in her womb.

She's so pliable, her sated body moves like a jellyfish as I whip her around to face me. Seated upright, I hover her above my thighs with the help of many tentacles. Her waist is covered in my coils. She's buried so completely that only her tits and her shiny pussy gleam back at me.

Using my limbs to tug her legs apart, I spread her so I can watch my tentacled-cock claim her completely. The temptation to keep one of my tentacles shoved down her throat is overwhelming, but I need to hear her moan my name when I take her. Leaving one buried in her ass, I tease her inner caves with tender strokes as my pumps build in ardor.

"That's right, I'm your Daddy. And I'm gonna breed you like the monster I am." My pounding tentacle makes her belly bulge like a hill I can conquer.

My cock swells. I can't hold back any longer. My roar rivals any thunder Zeus could send down to the earth, my release shooting through me faster than the jolt of lightning that brought me here.

"Mine!"

She's a whirlpool sucking me deeper and deeper and I'm lost in her fathomless oceans. I climb to my climax and release my seed.

I'm never letting her go now.