Chapter 13

The gods chose wiselyfor me. My spirited little girl knows well that I am a hunter at heart, and nothing thrills me more than the pursuit of my precious prey.

Aware that she cannot outswim me, Nerissa still gives it her all in a valiant attempt to escape. Every few seconds, she casts a teasing glance over her shoulder, perhaps to check if I remain in pursuit. And, of course, I am. Each playful look and each burst of speed from her only fuels my desire to catch her. Nothing could pull me away from this exhilarating moment.

My heart pounds with anticipation as I realize she's steering toward Echo Island, one of the many sanctuaries I've claimed and meticulously prepared over the years, envisioning it as a haven for my mate. Perhaps she thinks I'm bound to the water, unable to pursue her onto the shore. So far, I haven't demonstrated my ability to move on land, and she might be under the impression that she can taunt me safely from the beach.

She's in for a revelation. This unexpected turn of events couldn't have played more perfectly into my plans. She's about to discover the full extent of what I can do.

Nerissa reaches the sandy shore of Echo Island, her limbs heavy and weary from days of relentless treading in the water. She crawls forward, each movement a testament to her determination. Struggling to regain her balance, she attempts to stand, no doubt fighting against the exhaustion that clings to her like a second skin while regaining her land legs. I allow her time to believe she's escaped my clutches.

I emerge silently from the shallows, fixing my gaze intently on Nerissa as she sits confidently on the sand, evidently believing she has managed a fleeting respite.

With a mischievous grin, she waves a small hand in triumph and declares, "I'm not so helpless after all?" Her laughter, light and carefree, rings out across the quiet beach. However, her amusement swiftly vanishes, replaced by a look of stunned realization, as I continue my advance onto the shore, demonstrating that the boundaries she presumed existed between us are far more fluid than she imagined.

"Egon!" Nerissa exclaims, her voice tinged with surprise as her eyes widen in alarm, growing even larger as I draw nearer. She awkwardly scuttles backward like a crab, retreating to higher ground in a frantic bid to escape.

I swiftly close the gap between us, a sly smile playing on my lips as I watch her reactions to the unfamiliar sight of my landward movements. Her gaze fixates on my advancing appendages, a mix of curiosity and apprehension crossing her face as she wonders how adept I am on land.

Without uttering a word, I extend my tentacles, swiftly clasping her ankles and lifting her gently into the air. As she dangles, surprised and momentarily powerless, a third and fourth tentacle gracefully encircles her wrists, securing her in a gentle but firm hold. Spread eagle with her arms secured over her head, Nerissa is too stunned to struggle. Gently, I lower her, placing her carefully on the soft, cool sand. I slip my hands beneath her round, supple ass and take a moment to appreciate the mouthwatering beauty of her bare pussy.

"Look at what my little girl has been hiding from me," I groan and run a finger through her glistening slit. "I've waited six hundred years for this moment, Nerissa, and I will savor every minute." My stomach emits a loud growl of hunger, and I lick my lips, gathering the excess saliva pooling in the corners of my mouth.

Nerissa remains speechless as she watches me lower my head, inhale the scent of her sex, and bury my face in her wet pussy. The taste hits me like a jolt of electricity, shattering my senses and awakening the primal need I've fought to suppress. Too tethered to move freely, Nerissa arches her back and digs her fingers into my tentacles, unable to gain purchase against the slippery flesh. I dive deeper into her honeyed canal, and my extraordinarily long tongue pierces through her innocence, sending a trembling shudder vibrating through her limbs.

"E…E…Eg…Papa," she stammers, unable to pronounce my name when I wedge my tongue inside her, flicking the tender spot inside her until she thrashes against her restraints, convulsing wildly as I acquaint myself with the erogenous zone I've heard so much about.

"Stop fighting me. Papa is going to make his little girl a real woman today. You want that, don't you? You want to be a big girl who knows how to satisfy her papa and king?" I groan, lost in her flesh, devouring the sticky arousal flowing into my mouth.

"Yes, Papa," Nerissa cries. "Yes, Papa!" Her scream shatters the silence, cutting through the calm with astounding intensity. Startled by the sudden noise, a flock of seagulls erupts into the air, their wings beating rapidly as they scatter into the sky, echoing the disruption with their frantic calls.

The sound of Nerissa's voice screaming for her papa makes my stiff cock grow to its full length and emerge through the curtain of tentacles that have worked so well in disguising my arousal since the moment we met. "I'll need my baby girl to tell me if she wants me to stop." I offer a gentle warning to Nerissa, fully aware of the passionate intensity that our mating rituals can unleash. "I need to make sure we understand each other clearly," I explain to Nerissa. "Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, ‘no' might not always mean no. But if you truly need me to stop, say the word ‘blue.' We must have a clear, unmistakable signal. Can you remember to use that word if you need to?"

Nerissa nods. "Yes. Yes. I'll say blue if I want you to stop."

She's barely finished her sentence when I hoist her onto my hips and place her sweet pussy inches above my steely cock. Nerissa takes a deep breath as her gaze drifts to the one appendage that has yet to touch her. She angles her face and sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as she slowly inspects the size and girth. "I didn't know you had this," she admits. "I thought it was all about…"

Her voice falters, words escaping her in the moment, but she communicates in another way. Delicately, she traces her finger along the surface of the nearest tentacle, her gentle touch conveying her intentions and feelings more eloquently than words ever could.

I can't help but smile as I wind that arm around her thigh and spread it open, mimicking those actions on the other side. My hands clasp her waist, and I gently lower her onto my cock. It looks unnatural that someone of my size should penetrate such a tiny woman, but the gods don't choose mates who are incapable of coupling. Truth be told, the sight only arouses me more.

Nerissa waits patiently, obviously aware that our difference may cause her pain, but brave enough to trust me. She releases a breath and sinks lower, giving me the courage to thrust inside her, stretching her virgin pussy far beyond what seems physically possible. She doesn't protest and allows me to plunge deeper, deeper, extending her walls to extraordinary lengths and pushing the limits of normal proportions.

An exquisite wave of pleasure, unlike anything I've ever experienced, washes over me, rippling through every fiber of my being with intense delight. Nerissa's beautiful features contort into a vivid expression of ecstasy, her face alight with the intense pleasure of the moment, capturing the depth of her passion. Instead of recoiling in pain or horror, my baby girl revels in every thrust, bouncing helplessly, whimpering praise for my cock, and begging for more. She's magnificent. The perfect mate to match my insatiable lust.

"What does my girl want?" I grunt, pistoning in and out of her tight pussy, watching how exquisitely it grips my shaft with every plunge. I've waited centuries for this moment, claiming my mate, taking what's mine, and mercilessly breeding her.

"Give me everything, Papa. Give me everything you can."