Chapter 6

Glancing back, Luna’s pulse sped up as she saw him gaining on her.

She hadn’t necessarily expected him to follow her. Yeah, okay, she’d hoped he would. But honestly, she’d thought he’d stay and preen in front of all those fans.

Just like stupid vain Acha.

She darted down a narrow side alley and sure enough, he followed. She slammed her back into a doorway and stood breathing heavily, hearing Kai’s footsteps getting closer.

Was she going to do this? Was she?

Goddess, this was lunacy. But then she reasoned, it would be a great way to find out his weaknesses.

He wanted to fuck her.

She wanted to fuck him.

And she could use that to gain an advantage on him.

She may not know how to fight a kraken in the games, not yet, but she knew this game. The hunt, the play at being caught, the pretense that she was being taken by the big bad beast, when really, she was the hunter, he the prey.

As Kai strode past, she darted out and grabbed the back of his shirt. Hauled him into the doorway.

As he swiveled to face her, she transferred her grip to his chest, twisting the material in her fist, bringing him close, registering the heat of his body against hers as she gazed up at him.

“Hey you,” she panted as her hands circled his waist. She registered his hard-on against her flesh with a shiver of anticipation.

“Hey you,” he breathed back, eyes dazed with lust, sensual lips parted.

Without another word, Luna put her hands on his shoulders, hooked her legs around his and climbed him like a kitten scaling a tree. Immediately his hands laced under her butt, and that was invitation enough to press her hot seam into the rigid bulge in his pants. Power surged through her as his grip tightened around her butt cheeks and he let out a husky groan. He was so damn strong, holding her was no effort for him at all.

His breath ragged, his skin flushed dark, his long-slanted eyes glittering—gods, he was fucking hot.

She panted, “Kiss me.”

Her face now level with his, she clung on, and his beautiful mouth hovered. Fiercely, she nipped his full lower lip with her teeth, and he pushed back, nuzzled her mouth with the softness of his, his breath hot and sweet and slightly salty. Like the sea, Luna thought as lust crashed through her. His tongue ventured thick and smooth into her mouth. She bit that too. He growled a low laugh, exploring deeper, letting his tongue tangle deliciously with hers.

The playfulness of it surprised her. She pulled back, mesmerized by those wide, full lips, glistening from their kisses.

With a groan he dived back for more. Now he nipped her lower lip with sharp teeth. Sucked it into his mouth and soothed it. Suction. Oh, he was good at it, Luna decided as her pussy clenched.

Mouth play with a kraken was something else. What the fuck could he do with his tentacles?

Breathing hard, pushing against his body with her pelvis, they rocked together, the only sound their panting breaths, and the slurp of their kisses. Maybe they’d stay exploring each other’s mouths, her pussy teetering on the brink of release until finally they’d fuck, right here in this doorway. She could just unzip him and ride that big juicy kraken cock of his, right now.

Except… hell no, she needed more than that.

She needed to get him naked and so aroused he used those fucking tentacles on her.

Then she’d really know what she was up against in the ring.

She ran her hands down his back, over his butt cheeks and felt them tense under her grip.

His cock was like granite.

He’d sure give her a ride… Her pussy clenched violently.

Oh lords.

They had to get to the hotel. Now!

“I know somewhere we can go,” she rasped against his mouth,

“How far?”

“Not far. There’s—this place I go to…”

“To fuck?” He pulled back briefly, his eyes heavy lidded.

“Yeah, you could say…”

He swore harshly in a language she didn’t understand. Had she come on too strong? Should she have played more seductive? No, he wanted her like this, she was sure. He wanted her raw and fierce and dirty. Luna slid down his body and took his hand in hers, ignoring the surge of possession she felt when his strong fingers circled hers so willingly. “This way.” She tugged him and he followed along a couple more streets until they hit the bright lights and neon signs of the Purple Lantern District.

She stopped outside an ugly brick building with a big flashing pink sign. Hotel Amore.

“Tacky,” he laughed.

“Does the job.” Luna tried not to let her excitement show.

There was no reception. Just a credit card machine in the foyer, and a condom machine that catered for most species. She bypassed it; it would ruin the vibe. Besides, she knew from experience there’d be another in the room. Upstairs, a standard room would house a bed. Always clean. Always new sheets. Ready for the next monster lovin’ couple.

Only tonight, a bed in a tiny box room wasn’t enough. She could hardly afford it, but damn, she was going to take the suite on the top floor. She flicked her card into the machine and pushed the button. Thank the gods it didn’t refuse her purchase.

They fell on each other again in the elevator, tasting each other in their kisses. Luna ground her pussy frenziedly against him, feeling the dampness in her crotch spreading onto him, like she was marking him.

He was pushing up her tee now, his fingers exploring higher. She had no bra on, so there was no problem with access. “Go higher,” she urged, and with a growl he complied. Ripples of pleasure hit her clit as his fingers found and pinched her nipple into a hard peak. “Harder,” she gasped. His fingers obliged, the pain adding to her pleasure.

The lift suddenly pinged as it reached their floor and she grabbed his arm and literally pulled him along the corridor to their room. Fumbling for her key card, she felt his hand slide up her leg, shape her butt, parting the silk of her panties, exploring.

“You’re already so fucking wet,” he breathed in her ear.

Luna dropped the card on a gasp of pleasure. He bent, picked it up and handed it to her, then nipped kisses down her neck. It was kind of sweet, but she forced herself to ignore it.

Inside, there was a giant heart-shaped bed with a bed head shaped like a dragon breathing fire. The room was lit with purple mood lights, and a window overlooked the city. There was a bathroom with a spa bath. Luxury. As if she cared. This was a whole week’s wage, but it would be worth it. There were toys to buy, but she sensed she wouldn’t need them. Condoms. Not yet.

It was just this past year of celibacy, she reasoned, that was why she was like a cat on heat. That was all this crazy chemistry was about, why it felt beyond anything she’d experienced before. She’d been out of the game for too long.

They fell together on the bed and to Luna’s surprise, both of them were laughing now as they rolled around on the covers and joked about the décor between kisses. It was fun, yeah, but she was here on a mission. She had to remember that. She tugged up his tee, started to kiss and bite and lick down his torso, rolling her tongue over the little bulges from where she sensed his tentacles would spring.

“Show me what you’ve got,” she laughed, straddling him and already feeling for the zipper of his pants. He lay there, flat on his back, his abdomen rippling, his expression almost dazed, his skin darkening to a deep blue flush.

Oh gods, he was a fighter for sure. His pecs and six pack were ripped to perfection and as beautiful as she remembered when she saw him that day underwater. Better even to touch. Smooth, so smooth, his skin like velvet.

Iron clad in velvet.

He started to shuck down his jeans. She stopped him.

“Wait, I want tentacles first.”

She sensed his hesitation. She kissed him with all she had, slipping her hand over his cock in his pants. He bucked.

“I’ve heard amazing things,” she purred. “So now’s your chance to prove it.”

He let out a deep, almost alien sound. She watched his torso undulate, swellings appear under the surface and suddenly a tentacle burst out and coiled around her. Luna gave a little squeal. His hands tugged her close and she ground herself into his crotch, unable to stop her gasps of amazement and delight as more tentacles appeared.

“How’s that?” he husked.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

She watched, fascinated, as a tentacle slid up her ribs, then another, and simultaneously they encircled her tits. Suckers gripped her nipples and pulsated.

Luna let out a yelp of pleasure/pain.

He looked suddenly uncertain, boyish almost. “Too hard?”

“Oh gods, no. So good. Go harder.” She bent her head, fucking his mouth with her tongue as those tentacles did their thing. She felt another tentacle slithering around her ass. It yanked off her panties and threw them aside.

Luna promised to commit tonight to memory, swore she’d bring herself off to tentacle fantasies from here to eternity. Promised she’d remember these eyes, gleaming with inky magic, his skin luminescent in the lights from the city. And tentacles slithering over her body, like so many sexy snakes.

One of them was between her thighs now, exploring along her wet seam, and he growled his appreciation.

Had she died and gone to heaven?

And she hadn’t even got his pants off yet.

“Human or kraken? Or both?” she got out breathily, staring down at his cock, straining in his half-unzipped jeans.

“Human. More or less.”

Feverishly, Luna tugged down his jeans and boxers and his huge blue cock sprang out, the head swollen and gleaming, already dripping a silvery blue pre-cum at the tip.

“Like what you see?”

“Holy fuck. What’s it like when you’re fully kraken?”

“Longer. It becomes more flexible… kinda ribbed and, er…”

Hooolly fuck. “Yeah?”

“Covered in suckers.”

“Show me…” she panted.

To her surprise he shook his head. “Our mating arm sires our younglings. It’s only shared with our mate. With my human cock I can’t reproduce, or—luckily—transmit sexual diseases. Or catch them from others.”

“I’m clear,” she said. “I get regular check-ups.”

“I’m not your first, then?” he joked lightly.

“Huh, don’t flatter yourself.” She wanted to air punch. She could ride him bareback. No risk. Though now her curiosity was piqued. A mating arm. What the fuck would it be like to have that thrusting inside her? Would she be able to take it all?

It’s not for you, Luna Storm. It’s for his mate. Well, huh, she never wanted to be that, so guess she’d never find out…

Besides, this cock was magnificent, dark blue, pulsing and veined and straining, ready to pleasure her pussy. And his tentacles were out, as far as she could tell—all of them. Touching her, everywhere. She needed to focus on the important stuff. Getting off spectacularly on his cock, then working out how he’d use those tentacles in the ring.

She was doing research—just research, she reminded herself.

Luna ran her hand up and down his cock, down to his heavy ball sack, then up again, sweeping her fingers around the glistening head, loving how it flexed under her touch. Unable to resist, she bent down and took it in her mouth, tasting his sweet and salty pre-cum. Like his breath, it reminded her of the sea, or rain dancing on cloudy skies. She licked around the head, flicked her tongue over the ridge of his frenulum, swallowing the sparkly delicious liquid oozing from his slit. A sound escaped him, something between a moan and a groan, at once masculine and vulnerable and her heart clenched weirdly.

Shut it down, girl.

She didn’t feel emotion when she had sex. It was just scratching an itch. Feeding a need. And fuck yeah, there was plenty of need right now, it was already soaking her thighs.

“Slow down babe, or you’re going to have a throatful of kraken cum,” he husked, and pulled her up so they were face to face.

“Then put it somewhere else,” she husked back. “I’m ready. Feel.” She took his cock and slid it along her soaking wet seam, eliciting another groan of pleasure. She watched his face, his jaw working to restrain himself as she sank onto him.

She felt something sliding along her butt crack from behind, and suddenly he was teasing her butt hole with a tentacle tip. Great fucking Goddess, that was a double whammy. Red-hot lust blazed through her, her pussy clamping hard around his cock.

Then, oh gods, as if that wasn’t enough, another tentacle slid along her seam from the front. A sucker landed on her clit and started to pulsate.

Stars burst behind Luna’s eyes.

“Sweet goddess, what are you doing to me?”

“Tentacle play,” he purred. “Wasn’t that what you ordered?”

Luna was beyond speech now. All she could do was keen her assent as she bobbed up and down on top of him, stuffed full of cock and tentacles.

They were both panting hard as he moved in her, his eyes half closed as his thrusts gained momentum, and gods, every place he touched on her body burst into life, a myriad of sensations cascading through her as he stroked and sucked and teased.

Every-fucking-where.

The beautiful scent of their combined desire, the guttural sounds he was making, the way he growled out, “You’re goin’ to come hard for me babe, aren’t you?” Oh, it was too good… and somehow way too intimate. Like this meant something. She splayed her fingers and pressed hard on his chest with her palms, focusing only on the rhythm of his cock thrusting into her. Just this. As the pressure built in her pelvis, Luna turned her head away. She would not look at him, couldn’t… It’s only sex… pinning her lips, she contained her whimpers. But still he husked out hot dirty words, words that focused on her pleasure, words that were going to send her right over the edge. She teetered, then made the mistake of meeting his gaze. Just for a moment. It felt like she was drowning, drowning… She ripped her gaze away, bit her lip hard, screwed up her eyes, because oh fuck, she couldn’t hold back any longer.

One last incredible suck on her clit, one deep thrust of that magnificent cock and… boom. Luna’s orgasm slammed into her like a king wave, and without even realizing, she screamed out “Kai oh Kai, fuck, fuck, Kai. Yes… oh goddess, yesssssss.”

She heard him shout her name as his body arched, and he spilled that kraken cum deep inside her.