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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.”
chapter fourteen
“Give me everything, Papa,” I purr contentedly, tilting my head back as the surge of my racing pulse makes each breath a delicious struggle, heightening the intensity of the moment. His enormous cock thrusts recklessly, passion outweighing patience, conquering me bit by bit with every climax that shatters me. As ruthless as his lovemaking feels, I know he’s holding back for my sake. His strained jaw and gritted teeth are a testament to his restraint. Each measured kiss reminds me that my Kraken has yet to be fully unleashed.
“You don’t know what you’re asking, my love. There will be so much pleasure, but there also may be pain. His tentacles hold me suspended mid-air, one stroking my clit, another ravishing my breasts with a hunger that rivals mine. But, like me, I know he wants to give me so much more.
“I do. I know what that means, Papa. Love me the way a Kraken loves his mate,” I whisper as the tentacle on my breasts slithers up and gently encircles my neck. With just enough pressure to gently lift my chin, he guides my gaze to meet his, compelling me to focus intently on his eyes and the emotions they convey.
With his icy blue eyes fixed intently on mine, Egon leans in, his lips parting into a wicked smile that reveals a hint of teeth. His playful yet intense expression heightens the charged atmosphere between us. “Remember to say blue, baby girl. This might be more than you can handle.”
“I know,” I whimper as a tentacle slides between my legs and pauses between my ass cheeks, hovering near my puckered hole. Egon glides it into the crack, back and forth, teasing me with measured moves, building a rhythm that makes my stomach churn with naughty anticipation. I’ve never thought about something like this, but Egon’s skills have both weakened my resolve and strengthened my need to push the boundaries of pleasure.
“Relax, baby.” Egon’s tentacle breaches my tight ring and slides inch by inch into my nether hole, pumping gently, thrusting in rhythm with his cock still wedged inside my pussy. My limbs slacken, and my torso arches backward, lost to pleasure and the simultaneous thrusting of both penetrations. The pain is slight and brief, but the ecstasy of his lovemaking continues to build to unfathomable heights.
“Papa! It’s too much. It’s too much,” I whine, still pumping my hips, grinding into his rigid cock, and rocking against the appendage lodged deep in my ass. With increasing intensity, the pleasure breaks me and rebuilds me with every climax. Egon’s using both hands, clasping my waist as he mercilessly thrusts, praising my pussy, worshipping my ass, screaming dirty words as he conquers every inch of my body.
“Open your mouth, little girl,” Egon commands, lifting a tentacle to my lips.
I do as he asks and let my mouth fall open, allowing the thick tentacle to glide onto my tongue, sucking it deeper until I feel it slither to the back of my throat. Egon groans loudly, and I suck harder, hollowing my cheeks and letting my tongue massage the tiny suckers, now vibrating with bliss.
“You’re such a naughty girl to let your papa fuck all three holes at once. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” Egon asks, his deep voice resonating through his tentacles into me. “The little girl who thought she wanted to go home really wants to be Papa’s fuck toy, forever opening her legs, mouth, and ass for his enjoyment.” He’s such a filthy bastard, but every word only heightens my insane arousal and drives me to the brink of my most intense orgasm yet.
“Yes,” I mumble around Egon’s tentacle, still plunging in and out of my throat, then nod to ensure he understands what I’m saying. All thoughts of leaving have magically disappeared from my thoughts. My fear of giving this almost stranger my hand in an irreversible bond that could last a thousand years has suddenly transformed into nothing but unfettered enthusiasm.
Egon is my mate. My king and papa. If my role is to stand by his side and give him pleasure whenever he desires, then I wholeheartedly embrace this magnificent calling for all eternity.
“You’re not going anywhere, Nerissa,” Egon growls, removing the tenacle from my mouth. His lips meet mine in a searing, deliberate kiss that envelops me completely, drawing the breath from my lungs. Each slow, intense moment melds us closer, leaving me breathless and utterly consumed by the passion of his embrace. “Your Papa can’t live without his baby girl. I won’t survive without you.” His tentacles surround me and ravish whatever flesh remains untouched. The rhythm of his cock increases. The friction in my ass accelerates, pounding, pounding, without mercy.
“I won’t go anywhere. You were right. I need my papa,” I whimper as tears of joy and ecstasy stream down my cheeks. My convulsing body is strewn tighter, his many tentacles holding me still as his rapid thrusts transport us to another world. When the earth stops spinning, he gently sets us down on the sandy shore beside the whispering waves, where the boundaries of our world softly blur into the unknown.
Egon pulls his giant cock out of my quivering pussy, and a river of seed flows onto my thighs. Tentacles gather around to push it back, refilling me with the Kraken’s cum in the hope that it will soon quicken life. “You are the greatest blessing the gods have ever bestowed on me, Nerissa Sorel. Tell me you accept me as your mate. No matter what’s happened between us, I need to hear you say the words.”
“I accept you as my mate and king,” I murmur, hardly able to speak from exhaustion but wanting to make sure he understands.
“And your papa?” He curls me tighter in his arms.
“And my papa.” As the tide rolls in, Egon carries my limp body to higher ground and into a nearby hidden grotto. The night has only just begun.
epilogue
“I can talk to sharks,” I declare, my voice filled with a blend of pride and awe. Carefully, I hand my pearl necklace—a precious gift from Egon—to my best friend, Amara, asking her to fasten it around my neck.
It’s incredible to think I would find her here, of all places. Not in Mirinthia or the mystical Spectral Sea, but right here in the nine realms of the Otherworld. Amara resides in Ravenwood, known to many as Vampire City, though her origins are from Shadowhaven, the capital. It took over a week after my arrival to discover she had also made her way to this enchanted realm, having left Starlight Grove, the very place I once called home. The coincidence of our paths crossing in such an unexpected world adds another layer of magic to my surreal journey.
“I can do this,” Amara boasts, conjuring a blue fireball in her hand. She juggles it from palm to palm, whipping it behind her back and then extinguishing it in her clenched fist.
“Is that all?” I tease, smirking playfully as I twirl a strand of my hair, prepping for my upcoming bonding ceremony with Egon. I pause to admire the aquamarine comb, a thoughtful gift from my sister-in-law, Azura. With a sigh of gratitude, I reflect on how warmly Egon’s family has embraced me. “Did I mention I can breathe and talk underwater now? Can you believe how incredible that is?”
Amara nods, her smile wide, as she magically manipulates the comb to style my hair with expert precision. She teases my locks so adeptly that I soon look as though I’m a Southern Baptist pastor’s wife, elegantly primed for her daughter’s wedding.
