7. the perfect match

the perfect match

Lily

"Open your eyes, sweetheart. You don't want to miss this."

Lily hummed as she pinched her eyes closed, not wanting to open them just yet. She was having the best dream ever, where she was being held down while being stuffed full of a cock that seemed to shape itself inside her perfectly, and she wasn't ready to wake up from it. She wanted more, more orgasms, more of being filled and stuffed, and more...

Fisk. More Fisk.

Her eyes opened as she remembered where she was and who was trying to wake her up. She blinked a few times to clear her eyes as she focused on the man kneeling beside her on the bed, and she groaned slightly as she arched her back, trying to stretch out knots that were apparently not there. She felt well and truly fucked, her body aching a little from bruises she was sure he had left behind, but otherwise, she felt amazing.

And then, she was suddenly filled with dread as she remembered more of the night before, of his need to tell her something and her begging him to tell her in the morning.

It was now morning, and he had something to tell her that could destroy the happy little bubble they had been living in until now.

"I would rather stay in bed and forget about the outside world," she half-begged, not knowing if she would ever lay in bed beside him again.

He seemed to sense her worry as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her lips, before quickly pulling away and climbing off the bed. She opened her eyes to see he was now dressed, wearing a pair of beach shorts and a button-up shirt, and with that, she knew there was no convincing him to come back under the covers.

At least he seemed happier now than he had the night before, so whatever it was...

It couldn't be too bad, right? No wife or kids he had kept from her, and online searches hadn't pulled up any arrests, so what was the worst it could be?

"Trust me, Lily, you're not going to want to miss this. Pull some clothes on and hurry. It's starting now."

"What's starting?" she asked while sitting up on the bed and glancing towards the balcony doors. "Is the sun even up yet?"

"No, and that's what we don't want to miss," he teased as he grabbed her bag off the floor and brought it to her.

"You should know, I'm not really a morning person," she answered, still not fully awake but trying to not sound grumpy.

"Neither am I, but it will be worth it, I promise. I'll give you a minute to get dressed. Meet me downstairs."

Lily took another second to stretch before she pulled out the cut-off shorts and a button-up shirt she had brought with her for the beach. It was normally worn as her bathing suit cover-up, but she hadn't exactly brought much in the way of clothes, since she had planned to spend the whole weekend naked and in bed. It would have to do.

A few minutes later, she was walking downstairs, her hair a mess around her head as she attempted to tame it with her fingers. She really had failed on the whole packing job, but Fisk would have to live with it. After all, if he wanted more with her, he would eventually have to grow used to her not always looking perfect, particularly if he was going to wake her up before the sun.

She was halfway to the kitchen when she heard Fisk calling out from the kitchen. "I've got coffee brewing now, and it should be ready by the time we return. I don't know how you take it, but—"

His voice cut off as he stepped out, his eyes immediately going to her as he froze.

"How are you even more beautiful now than you were last night?" he asked, his voice breathless as he seemed to take her in.

It was something she needed to hear, but now, as her eyes fully met his, she felt her stomach start to flip and the nerves set in.

"Good morning," she answered, not knowing what else to say. All she knew was they needed to head to the beach. Whatever it was he had to tell her, she just wanted to be still with him, however she could get it.

He looked uncertain as he stepped closer, but she was the one to close the distance, wanting him, needing to kiss him.

That was, until she remembered she hadn't exactly brushed her teeth the night before, nor that morning.

"Wait, I have morning breath—" she tried to say, only for Fisk to kiss her anyway.

Well then. If he didn't care, neither would she.

His arm wrapped around her lower back, pulling her closer as his lips left hers to press a kiss to her forehead. It wasn't the first time he had kissed her there, and every time, she immediately relaxed in his embrace, feeling safe and warm in his arms.

"You keep doing that," she whispered, her eyes now closed as his kiss moved to the top of her head. "Kissing my forehead."

"I know," he answered, his voice as soft as hers. "I can stop if you want, but—"

"Don't. I like it. It makes me feel safe. Protected. Warm."

Loved .

His lips pressed to her forehead again before pulling her even closer to him so her cheek rested on his chest and his chin rested on her head. She clung to him for what felt like an eternity, not wanting to let go, soaking in his strength and his scent. His heart was beating against her cheek, the sound almost comforting her, and she was pretty sure it was beating at the same pace as her own.

"Come on," he said, breaking the silence just as she had almost forgotten the plans to watch the sunrise and his promise to tell her whatever he had been keeping from her. "It's starting now."

Lily took a deep breath before pulling away, ignoring the stabbing pain in her chest as she did. She offered him her hand, and he took it, leading her outside.

It was all going to be okay. Whatever his secret was, they would figure it out.

Somehow.

They walked to the beach in silence as the first warmth of light began to crest on the horizon. By the time they reached the water's edge, more and more colors were filling the sky, but it was no longer where she was looking. Instead, her eyes were focused entirely on Fisk, who couldn't seem to look away from her.

She wasn't going to rush him, whatever he had to tell her. He had been patient with her every time she had struggled to say whatever she was thinking. The least she could do was give him the same treatment.

Even if she was ready to scream at him and demand answers.

"Look, the sun is about to crest," he suddenly said as his eyes shifted from hers towards the water.

She turned to look and saw the sun begin to rise, so bright but so beautiful.

It was mesmerizing, even with how nervous and stressed she was.

She felt him behind her before she even realized Fisk had moved from her side and leaned back against his chest as his arms came around her middle. It was perfect, being in his arms as they watched the beautiful sunrise together, not even the cold morning air nor his looming secret able to ruin the moment. She relaxed into him, wishing the moment would last but knowing it would not.

"I'm going to tell you my secret now, and you can scream all you want, as loud as you want, for as long as you want. I won't ask you to take my word for it. I'll just show you. You can ask all the questions, whatever you need to do, but..."

He let go of her slowly, not completely but enough that he could walk around to stand in front of her, one hand still on her waist. She stared at him, trying to take a picture in her mind of how beautiful he looked with the sunrise, in case it was the last time.

No. No, it wouldn't be. It couldn't be.

Whatever it was, somehow she knew it would be okay.

They would figure it out, work it out, somehow. They were a perfect match, after all.

It had to be okay.

"I'm... Fuck it, I'm just going to show you. Just watch."

Fisk tugged his shirt off over his head and handed it to her, and she took it, not understanding what he was doing. Was he getting in the water? What kind of secret could he have with the water that was now requiring him to take his swim trunks off? And why—

He turned and took a few more steps into the water, almost to his waist, and then he turned to look at her again, rising slowly from the surface. She watched, in complete shock and awe, as where there had previously been two legs, there were now six tentacles. His arms changed as well, growing longer, and finally, his entire head, his skin becoming smoother and his eyes bigger and his head larger, and—

She was going to pass out. Or wake up. Either one would be preferrable.

Because this wasn't real. What she was seeing wasn't real. Fisk was gone, and in his place was a giant...octopus? Yes, octopus. Tentacles and suckers and...

He began to shrink as she continued staring, her eyes wide and her mouth agape, frozen in shock. Now was the time for her to wake up in bed. Now was the time to open her eyes, and...

And where there had been a giant octopus, there was now Fisk, running back to her, soaking wet and naked, calling out her name.

"Lily, breathe. Look at me, sweetheart. Just breathe. It's still me, okay? I'm still me. There's just more of me, and—"

"And I'm dreaming," she finished for him, feeling a little hysterical.

She was a practical person, a realist, not one drawn to fantastical or imaginary thinking.

And yet, she had seen what she had seen. She had seen the man of her dreams turn into something...

There were tentacles! With suckers on them!

This was... She was...

"Here, do you need to sit down?" he asked, his hands on her upper arms, as though steadying her. "No, you're not dreaming. I know, I probably should have told you before I showed you, but I've been trying for the past day to tell you and couldn't find the words. Breathe, Lily. Just breathe."

"I'm not dreaming?" she questioned, blinking as she felt herself being lowered down to sit in the sand. Fisk was beside her, kneeling as he turned her face to look at him, the panic clear on his face. "You're a...a giant octopus?"

"I'm a sea monster," he answered, his nose wrinkling slightly, as though insulted. "A kraken, in some cultures. But I'm also me."

"A kraken. Okay." She was trying to sound calm as she processed what he was saying, trying to comprehend it. "Are... are you... are you a kraken who turns into a human, or are you a human who turns into a kraken?"

She didn't even know what she was asking or saying, but it seemed like a good place to start.

"I'm both. A human on land and a kraken in the sea. Every man in my family is born with both in them, although not all choose to shift into their kraken form as far as I know. But I was a human first and didn't start shifting until my twenties."

"So there's more of you?" she asked, her voice a little breathless as she still tried to understand.

"There's no one like me, sweetheart, but yes, there are more shifters in the world. More supernatural creatures than you can imagine."

"Oh, okay," she answered, now feeling so overwhelmed, she was glad she was sitting down. "Well, I'm just human, so—"

"No, you're so much more than that," he insisted, his fingers now stroking her cheek, as though that would somehow calm her down. "The app, it's for finding creatures like me their perfect mate. Their soulmate. I was made for you, and you were made for me. It appears at just the right time, when you're both ready to be together. You're my perfect fated mate, Lily. My soulmate."

That was... She was...

Somehow, that was even more shocking than the news he was a sea monster.

"Oh..."

She didn't even know what else to say, and instead, she just stared at him.

He was a sea monster, and she was his soulmate.

Okay then.

"So, you're not screaming," he began, still looking her over as though there was something wrong with her.

"You haven't given me anything to scream about," she retorted before she could even think about what she was saying.

She needed the coffee he had promised would be awaiting them when they returned, and maybe some painkillers for the headache that was starting to form.

"Lily," he called, forcing her attention back onto him. "Lily, say something. Please, scream at me for not telling you, or scream because you're scared, or—"

"I'm your soulmate," she said, trying to process the second part of his secret.

"Yes." Now, he looked truly nervous, his eyes searching hers. "The magnetism, the way you trusted me, the way you cling to me... It's our souls wanting to be joined. It's because we're made for one another."

She didn't even know what to say. In fact, she had nothing to say at all. Instead, she wanted to cry.

"So... so when you said you would give everything to me, that there was no one else, you meant it, because—"

"Lily, I loved you long before I knew you were my perfect match. I told you, I didn't shift until after we had graduated. But even back then, I knew you were the only woman I could ever love, the only person who could complete me. If I could choose my perfect mate, it would have been you. It always would have been you."

It was too much information, but at the same time, it was everything she needed to hear. She had been afraid of falling too fast, of letting herself believe that love was real, that she was already falling in love with him. She was afraid she had been imagining the way he touched her, the way he looked at her, but to know it was because he truly loved her, that he really felt the same pull...

She hadn't even considered that he only wanted her because she was his soulmate.

"So, this is real, then?" she asked, trying to believe everything he was saying. "You and I, this house, this future we keep teasing, it's... This is happening?"

"You can have all the time you need to process this, can run as far away as you want, but I'll always be right here, waiting for you. You're it for me, Lily Durham. My perfect match. My soulmate. My—"

"You're a sea monster," she interrupted, followed by laughter. She couldn't help it. It was either laugh or cry now, and she wasn't going to cry.

Not when Fisk had just told her he loved her. Not when the reality that her feelings were returned, and she could have the man of her dreams, was finally hitting her.

"Yeah," he answered, still focusing on her as his hand cupped her cheek. "Yeah, I'm a sea monster."

"Okay," she said with a note of finality, nodding her head slightly. "I just... Give me a minute, okay?"

"Okay."

He let go of her cheek, but he didn't move from her side save to sit beside her on the beach. She stared out at the waves, watching as the sun now fully rose in the sky, too bright to stare at directly, leaving a glow on the water's surface. It was all she could do as she forced herself to breathe, staring at the beautiful picture in front of her, trying to sort her thoughts.

Fisk was a human who turned into a sea monster, and he was in love with her, and if she wanted to fall in love with him, she was safe to do so. In fact, she probably already was.

That was... a lot to take in. And she had so many questions .

"Do you only shift in the water?" she asked, causing Fisk to straighten slightly beside her.

"No, but I prefer not to do it while standing on land. It's not easy to stand, and I can sort of taste things with my suckers. It's odd, so I normally only do it in water."

"Like the pool?" she asked, suddenly looking towards him as she thought about his house. "And the bathtub."

"Yes," he confirmed, nodding his head. "And I can control it, shifting only parts of myself, and how big or small I get."

"You can be bigger?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly.

"Sea monster, sweetheart. The name sort of insinuates I'm monstrously big."

"Of course," she answered, nodding her head slightly.

Fisk was a human who could turn into a monstrously big sea monster.

Of course.

And he could control which parts of himself he shifted. That was pretty cool, all things considered. She didn't know what sort of uses he could have for that, but if he wanted to, he could turn an arm into a tentacle with suckers, and... and...

She stared at him, eyes wide, as a very... very... awkward thought popped into her head. No. There was no way she was going to ask. Not at all.

Because there was no way. Nope. It was probably offensive to even bring up.

She wasn't going to ask him if the parts he could shift included his dick.

What even happened to his dick when he was in his kraken form?

"Do you want to see it?" he asked, making her think for a few horrific seconds that she might have said her inner thoughts out loud. "I can shift one of my arms into a tentacle, if you want."

Oh, okay. That was...

"Oh, thank fuck," she breathed out, releasing the air that had been frozen in her lungs.

"Wait, what did you think I meant?" he asked, sounding confused.

"No, show me a tentacle," she begged, not wanting to admit her inner thoughts.

"Lily, what did you think I meant?" he questioned again, his voice more insistent, the concern clear on his face.

She didn't want him to worry, but it was also absurdly embarrassing to even admit out loud when she wasn't sure if he had a dick in his other form.

"I'm... No. There is... No... It's embarrassing, and I can't... Please, just show me the tentacle."

"Lily, sweetheart, we're meant for one another. Whatever it is, it might not be as embarrassing as you think."

She didn't mean to, and yet she couldn't help herself as her eyes flicked down to between his legs, where his cock was sitting half-hard against the inside of his leg. He was still naked, something he seemed unashamed about. Given that he had to undress to turn into the sea monster, she guessed it shouldn't be surprising. Was that why he had a private beach? It made sense. Of course, he would want privacy to do his monster thing. It was an insane amount of money to spend, but it made sense, and—

And she was still staring at his dick.

Her eyes quickly moved back to his face, but it was clearly too late. There was a smirk on his lips, and his nervous tension was gone.

"What were you thinking about, Lily? What do you want to know?"

She was no longer sure she even wanted to know, and yet she somehow imagined the answer would be better than she was hoping for.

"Fisk," she breathed out, trying to ignore how badly she was suddenly aching to be back in his bed, or perhaps in the pool with him again.

"Did you want to know more about what parts I can shift?" he asked, grinning. "All you have to do is ask. I'll answer every question, show you anything you want."

And now she knew the answer, but she was still too afraid to say it out loud.

"I want to see you turn your—your arm into a tentacle," she forced out, too embarrassed to say anything else.

He was still grinning as he shifted to face her, his arm reaching towards her. Before he could touch her, however, his arm began to change, moving from his fingertips up his arm. It stopped near his shoulder, and she stared in amazement at the tentacle now in front of her. She wanted to touch it, but somehow, that felt too... intimate .

"Fuck, I forgot how heavy it is on land to hold it up," he grunted, and she looked up at his face to see he was gritting his teeth. "You can touch it. Just, be gentle. It's sensitive, and remember, I can taste things with the suckers."

Right, the suckers on the underside. How had she forgotten about those?

She lifted a hand to touch him and gently ran her fingers across the smooth skin. It was almost sticky, almost slimy, but really, it felt almost like what she imagined wet velvet would feel like. He sucked in a breath as the tentacle wavered in front of her, dropping down slightly, and she looked back at him again, confused. It took her a second to realize what was happening and what he was struggling with—he was probably not meant to be like this out of water, so the muscles weren't used to fighting gravity.

"Here," she offered, stretching her legs out in front of her. "You can set it down on me, or shift back, or—"

His arm lowered to rest on the top of her legs, but as the suckers settled, he sucked in another deep breath, almost like he was gasping.

"What's wrong?" she asked as he seemed to struggle to breathe, all while his suckers began attaching to her skin, creating the oddest sensation. It wasn't unwelcome and made her think of other possibilities, but she tried to ignore them as she forced herself to look back at Fisk.

His eyes were wide as he stared at her, his mouth open, almost like he was in awe. She tried to understand what he was in awe of, processing through what all he had told her thus far, until she hit a key point about why he didn't like shifting on land.

His suckers were attaching to her, and he could taste things with his tentacles. He was tasting her, tasting her bare skin, right at the top of her shorts and between her thighs where the tip of his tentacle was now resting.

"You... Tasting you like this... It's even better than before," he gasped, struggling as he forced the words out. "I... I forgot to tell you. I've been... Every time I'm in you, it's a battle not to shift. To not touch you every way I know how. To not cover your skin in little marks from holding you down with my tentacles. You taste... I can taste how..."

"You can taste what?" she asked, her heart now pounding in her chest as she became far too aware of how short her shorts were and where the tip of his tentacle was now rubbing.

"Ask me what you were too embarrassed to," he choked out, his tentacled arm now moving down her legs towards her feet. It was the strangest feeling in the world to have his suckers travel across her skin, but it was also highly erotic to have him explore her in such a way. "Fuck, just ask me. You already know the answer."

"I don't think I do," she laughed, once again embarrassed as she looked down. His cock was hard and looked bigger somehow. "It's... Can you control your dick as well? Does it also become a tentacle?"

"Not a tentacle with suckers, but I can use my tentacles anywhere you want," he answered, leaning towards her, his eyes still wide and his mouth open as he seemed to struggle to breathe. "But yes, it changes as well. Bigger. Thicker. I can last for hours, for as long as you want. I can—"

His tentacle was moving higher again, the tip of it reaching the top of her thigh, and she spread her legs without even thinking about it, needing someone, something, to touch her where she was aching. Her whole body was throbbing with need as his tentacle brushed the edge of her shorts, and she wanted to cry out as she realized sitting down in them made them too tight for him to explore any higher.

And she wanted him to, wanted him to strip her bare and explore every inch of her with his hands, mouth, tentacles... everything .

"Tell me to undress you right here, and I will. No one will ever see, and—"

She leaned in to kiss him, unafraid of being seen at all, only needing to touch him more. The suctions on her skin faded, but she didn't look to see what he was doing as he laid her down flat in the sand and crawled between her thighs, grasping them with both of his now-human hands before he moved to the top of her shorts. His mouth left hers as he quickly unbuttoned them, and then she was lifting her hips off the sand and helping him tug them down each leg. She tossed them somewhere behind her, further up the beach. Her shirt was next, and she sat up quickly to let him strip her as naked as he was, grateful she had worn neither a bra nor underwear down to the beach.

He laid her back down gently as he kissed her again, and she felt him touch her between her thighs—his fingers, not his tentacle. His fingers ran up and down her slit, teasing her with the moisture that had been leaking out of her, and then she felt it change, no longer his hard fingers, but instead, soft and pliant. His other arm moved higher, between her breasts, and then she felt that change as well, the suckers now moving over her belly and her chest.

It was all happening so fast, and she had been on edge for so long after wondering if his dick would change as well. Now, he was touching her everywhere and all at once, teasing her skin in sensitive zones no one ever touched while also pushing inside her. She felt suckers on the inside of her lips, teasing her, torturing her, and then she felt him expanding inside her, fuller, not quite the hard, thick pressure she craved but leading her towards the edge all the same.

"I can taste how close you are," he groaned, the tentacle on her breasts now wrapping around them while the tip teased one of her hard nipples. "Another day, I'll fuck you on the beach, but not today. Not when I'm already so close to biting you."

She wanted to respond, wanted to ask what that meant, wanted to tell him to bite her anyways, to fuck her into the sand, but she was too delirious from the pleasure and overstimulation to even gasp his name. He was still getting bigger inside her as she clenched tight around him, not even meaning to as the suckers not inside her moved over her clit.

She choked out a scream, still struggling to breathe as he pushed her further toward the edge, not knowing what to hold onto nor how this was even real. He was inside her, all over her, the heavy weight of his tentacles pinning her down. All she could do was dig her heels into the sand, trying to reach the edge he was already pushing her towards.

Her orgasm slammed into her like a wave, knocking the breath out of her lungs as she tried to scream, unable to make a sound. Her eyes rolled back as he kept going, his mouth now on her other breast, and all she could do was feel.

The overstimulation was going to kill her, send her heart pounding straight out of her chest, and as she sucked in a breath, his mouth popped off her breast while the tentacle on her chest shifted back into an arm. He moved his hand to the sand, planting it beside him as his face moved to hover over hers, and her eyes went wide as she tried to communicate. She needed to breathe, needed a moment for her brain to catch up with her body.

A noise finally escaped her as the pressure began to subside, and then he was pulling himself from her entirely, planting his other hand beside her head. His cock rubbed against the inside of her thigh, reminding her that the best was yet to come, and yet she couldn't ask for it, couldn't even ask for more.

"I wish you could taste what I taste when I'm inside you," he groaned, leaning down to kiss her.

She kissed him back, still unable to move her arms and her legs, wanting so much more.

He was still hard and his cock untouched. She was overwhelmed from everything she had just experienced, and there was now sand in her ass crack and her hair.

He was right—they should wait for more until they went inside.

"Take me inside," she gasped, trying to force her arms off the ground to wrap around his neck and failing. "Fisk, I want it all. I want more. I want—"

"If I'm inside you again, it's for life," he told her, his voice now very serious. "I can't keep holding myself back. I need to bite you, Lily. It's... it's a soul bond, joining our souls together. If I take you inside and fuck you with my dick instead of a tentacle, it's for life."

"It already is for life," she reminded him, trying to tell him with her eyes everything going on inside her head—or at least, the thoughts she could assemble. "I knew yesterday that I was already falling for you. Perfect match, remember? You love me, and I'm... I'm already halfway there, Fisk. I'm already falling in love with you."

His eyes focused on hers as he took another deep breath, and then he was smiling, that same smile that took her breath away every time. She smiled back and tried again to lift her arms around him. One finally succeeded in touching his shoulder, and that seemed enough to confirm what she was telling him, what she needed from him.

"Hang onto me if you can," he insisted, going to his knees as he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her with him. "Fuck, our clothes—"

"Leave them. We can buy more."

"That's littering," he pointed out and bent down to grab his shirt and shorts, making Lily fear he might drop her. "I won't drop you. I've got you, sweetheart. You're mine."

She was his and he was hers, and he was a sea monster, and she was about to be fucked by one.

Nothing about her life made sense anymore, and yet, it was perfect.

Of course, the perfect man for her wasn't just a man. He was half sea monster as well.

They stopped to grab her shirt and shorts, and then his arms were wrapped around her again as he carried her up the beach until they reached the walkway to the back pool deck of his house. He dropped their clothes on the concrete before continuing somewhere decidedly not the back doors. The only warning she got from where they were was the privacy screen suddenly beside them, and him letting go of her waist gently.

"I already got some sand in the bed last night, but we should still wash this off before we go upstairs," he told her quickly, turning them so when the water came on, it hit him directly instead of her. "It will warm up in a few minutes, and then—"

She didn't want to wait a few minutes, although she did appreciate him not wanting her to be hit by the cold water. She stepped around him all the same and turned her back so the water could rinse out her hair, then her back, and finally her butt. Fisk's hands ran up and down her skin, even down between her cheeks to help clean the sand from her, although as she felt the last of the grit in her hair run free, she was pretty sure he was only touching her to touch her.

He could touch her once they were upstairs. Right now, she was impatient, empty, and needed more.

"Upstairs," she insisted as she stepped out from underneath the cold water, shivering slightly. "I'm not done feeling you inside me. I don't want to wait anymore."

"I'll never tell you no," he answered as he turned the water off and followed her. "You won't have to wait."

Together, they raced up the stairs, and as soon as they were in his bedroom, his arms were around her, lifting her to toss her on the bed. She didn't even have a second to gasp before he was over her, moving her higher up on the bed until she lay in the middle of it. His hands left her, and then she felt his cock pressing against her slit as the hand beside her head became a tentacle, pinning her arm up then slipping across her throat.

"I can last for hours, but I won't be able to keep myself from biting you once I start," he warned her, giving her a second to breathe as he began to push in. "If it's too much, tell me, and I'll—"

"Fisk!" she gasped as he was suddenly inside her, cutting him off from whatever else he was going to say. He was bigger than normal, but more importantly, he was harder than the tentacle had been. As he filled her full and started to move, she felt her eyes roll back in her head. Another tentacle wrapped around her leg, tugging her legs open as the suckers began pulsing on her skin, and then another on her other arm, pinning her down completely

"Look at me, Lily. Look at me when you come," he groaned, still moving inside her even as he got bigger. "You taste so good, taste like me and the sea and everything I've ever dreamed of. My perfect fantasy coming true, my perfect soulmate taking all of me. Open your eyes. I want to see your beautiful eyes."

She forced them open, knowing she was already about to orgasm again. She could barely do it, could barely even focus on Fisk as he grinned down at her, and then his own eyes pinched closed as he groaned. He was barely even sliding out anymore, almost locked inside her as he kept moving. When he opened his eyes again, she knew whatever control he had been fighting for was now gone.

"Bite me," she whimpered, needing whatever it was now more than ever. She wanted it all, wanted everything he had promised her. "Bite me and bind us together. Do it. Please ."

He groaned and leaned forward, his mouth pressing against her shoulder, then her throat. He was dropping kisses to her skin, and she tilted her head to the side, giving him full access to everywhere he wanted. His tentacles left her throat but stayed on her arms, and one changed back into his human arm and hand, their fingers interlocking quickly. She squeezed it tight, knowing she needed to cling to something as she rocked perilously close to the edge, unable to say anything more.

His kisses became open-mouthed over her throat, but he moved them back down to above her collarbone. His teeth pressed into her skin as he sucked, but she knew that wasn't the bite he had mentioned, that it was something more.

"Make me yours," she whimpered, the last word rolling into a moan as he picked up his movements again, rocking inside her, moving as much as possible with how full she was.

That was the last bit of encouragement he seemed to need, because the next thing she felt was a sting of pain, followed by pleasure rushing through her entire body.

Lily's eyes closed against her will, all of it too overwhelming to focus on any one thing. He was in her, over her, holding her down, filling her up. His teeth were in her skin, marking her as his, and...

Her heart was now pounding so loudly, she could hear it, could hear nothing but the sound of her own breathing and her racing pulse. She tried to focus on him, to say something, to tell him how she felt, to tell him she wanted and needed him, but her brain felt too heavy to think. His mouth left her skin, but as second layer, he was kissing her, the taste not as metallic as she would have expected, given he had just sunk his teeth into her skin. She kissed him back, and then his mouth left hers as his body seemed to crash onto her, half of his limbs tentacles, the other half still human.

It was all so good, too good, even, but if he didn't move soon, she wouldn't be able to breathe.

That was fine with her. If she was going to die, death from too many orgasms was a nice way to go.

His head and chest lifted from her body as he groaned, and she felt him start to slip out of her, not as large as he had been before. She whimpered at the loss of him but felt a tentacle teasing at her slit, clearly not done with her yet.

"I've come enough," she tried to say, although she was pretty sure her words were mostly moans. "It's your turn."

"I decide when you've had enough," he answered, followed by a kiss.

She wasn't sure how many orgasms she could handle, but another one was apparently not out of the question. Not when he pinned her down again, his tentacles running across her throat as she gasped to scream his name.

By the time he was done with her, she could no longer keep her eyes open and had long ago lost feeling in her fingers and toes.

It was a good thing he was so strong, because he easily lifted her in the bed, moving her to lay her head on top of the pillows before covering them both with a blanket.

If it wasn't for the feeling of his cum leaking out of her, she wouldn't have even been sure he had orgasmed. Maybe it was only once, although when, she had no idea. Then again, there was a good chance it had been multiple times, and he truly could go for hours.

Those were questions for later, after she could think again.

Fisk's arm wrapped around her middle as he settled down beside her, and she forced her eyes to open just enough to peer over at him. He was looking at her, still wide awake and alert, while she was pretty sure she could sleep for a week after what she had just experienced.

"This is all real," she croaked, her voice now hoarse from so much screaming. "This isn't a dream."

"This is all real," he confirmed, his smile now very confident. She could tell, although she wasn't sure how, that he was very pleased with himself. He wasn't worried that she was reconsidering any of this. "And you and I are bound together now. Our hearts beat as one."

"They already were," she said aloud, realizing her earlier thoughts of how they seemed to beat together were true. "Earlier, before we went outside and—"

"And last night as well," he confirmed, still smiling as his head settled on the pillow beside her.

It was a lot of work to roll herself over to face him, but she managed it. Now, she could easily look at him—as long as she kept her eyes open.

"Just close your eyes and sleep," he chuckled, and she realized her eyes were now closed again.

Ever the brat, she forced them open once more, trying to smirk although she was pretty sure it came out as more of a grin.

"I don't think I'm ever leaving this bed again," she groaned, too exhausted to even think about moving. "And when I wake up, you better be here as well. Don't think I forgot about you saying you left sand in the bed last night."

"I'm not going anywhere. I think my sailing days are over. I could never leave you behind again."

Her eyes were closing once more, and she stopped trying to fight it, only smiling as she felt his hand moving up and down her back.

"Good, because you're not leaving me behind. Plus, the WI-FI on ships is probably terrible. I know I said I can work from anywhere, but I doubt a ship would keep me in good standing at my company."

"You could always work for me instead, if you ever wanted a change. Or not work at all, if you wanted, but that would be your choice. I would never make you give up your career for me."

Both were options to consider, but not while she was blissed out on orgasms and taking her long overdue paid vacation days.

"I'll think about it," she hummed, trying to force her eyes open again. "Fisk?"

"Hmmm?"

"Is that a tentacle on my leg, or are you just happy to be beside me?"

His laughter didn't answer her question, but she didn't really need it. If he wanted to go again, well...

"Just let me rest my eyes a few minutes and then wake me up however you want."

He was quiet for a minute before pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I love you," he murmured against her skin, confirming what she suspected it had meant all along. "Now, go to sleep. I'll wake you in a few hours when I can no longer resist the need to be inside you again."

She smirked to herself, knowing he wouldn't last long but grateful she would be able to rest some.

But not for too long, she hoped. She enjoyed being TEMPTED BY TENTACLES.