“That feels good?” Madelyn asks. “Like... Like a kiss?”
“Better than a kiss. Well, better than most kisses.”
No. Do not think about her kissing your tentacles. Or your cock. Don’t think about how you want to taste her, and kiss every inch of space between her thighs. To taste every inch of her skin, all those lines and sags she keeps mentioning like they’re something wrong or unattractive.
“I’m probably being wildly forward and inappropriate asking all these things,” Madelyn says, and her warm skin is suddenly removed from mine. “I feel so rusty at the whole dating thing, but also like this is whole new territory. I’m so afraid of making a fool of myself.”
I nod, and this time I put my arm around her shoulders. “We can be worried together. If it helps you feel any better, you’re the first human woman I’ve ever kissed.”
“You’re my first kraken.”
“I’ll keep you safe from making a fool of yourself if you’ll protect me from the same thing,” I offer.
Madelyn laughs and sinks into my embrace. “That’s a deal. Although I imagine you don’t need protection from much.” Madelyn’s eyes rake over me, something appraising in their stare. “Wow. You seem like such a comfy size around Zack, but I can never get over how big you are. In a good way!”
“The tentacles take up a lot of room. But they can also be very compact. They can create protective cocoons if necessary. When a male and female kraken want privacy, they can make a net of their intertwined tentacles. For us? I can just wrap you and Zack in them and protect you. Or just you.”
Madelyn hesitates. “It always looks so amazing when you rock Zack.”
“I can do the same for you if you want.” My offer is eager, so eager that I’m picking Madelyn up and cradling her in two tentacles before she can protest.
“Oh. Oh, my gosh. This is like heaven. Like being weightless. But not for you, I guess.”
“You weigh very little. It’s like holding a pillow,” I sigh in contentment, and sway Madelyn next to me. She looks up at me with a relaxed smile, her hand coming up to rest on my chest.
“Well, I’m very pillowy,” she says with a rueful smile.
My contentment fades. “Being a mate and mother means that you have made love with your chosen one, and you have poured all your muscle and might into birthing his child and nursing that little one. You become soft to shield him and comfort him. My view from here is perfect, Madelyn, and all I see are soft, delectable curves that I ache to explore. Ache so much in fact, that I... I think I have to put you down now,” I say with a careful cough and a hasty rearrangement of tentacles to make sure my burgeoning cock doesn’t peek out. “I should probably not overstay my welcome.”
“Right. I mean, you’re not.” Madeyln tugs her shirt down and pats her hair in place, cheeks flaming.
“It’s not because of the way you look, if you are still worried your ex-idiot was right,” I say in a stern voice. “Actually, it does have something to do with the way you look, like some bathing beauty with all the generous curves and that sensuous smile...” I pull myself back with a snap, tentacles slapping the floor audibly. “But not in the way Eli said.”
Madelyn nods, blinking. Her lips purse, and she pats her hair back again, pushing a curl down behind her ear. “Not repulsive?”
“Repulsive. That comes from the word repulse, to push away?” I lick my lips. “All I want to do is be pulled to your side, like the tides to the shore.”
Madelyn lets out a little, wondering gasp—and pulls me. Her soft, small hands round mine, she tugs me until my chest butts up against hers, and my tentacles wind around like climbing vines, disobeying every order my brain tries to give.
Sit. Down! Stay!
No. They lift her a little and bring her to the perfect height so my mouth can claim hers again, this time for much longer.
Madelyn’s arms wind around my neck, and she makes a soft, hungry noise against my lips, her tongue teasing over mine when I gasp for air. It slips in and strokes mine, and the intimate connection jolts straight into my cock. It’s just a kiss, only a kiss, but part of her is inside of me, a soft, wet part, stroking and probing, and my tongue does the same, slowly exploring and savoring, each second unlocking more of that warm, golden feeling in my soul.
So spiritual, right?
My body has to ruin it with carnal cravings, feeding off her little noises and stirring hungrily to life when Madelyn’s hand connects with one of my tentacles. “This is better than a kiss?” she asks when she steals a breath and runs a finger gently over the rings of muscles that make up my suckers.
“It’s like a very special kiss. The intimate kind,” I growl and struggle to put her down.
Madelyn struggles to stay, clinging to my shoulders. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. I... It’s been so long.”
“For me, too. Years. But I’m in no rush.”
“No. No rushing. But... It hasn’t felt like this in over four years. I just realized it. I just... I just realized how different it feels with you. You’ve never done something wrong or bad, or hurt me with your words or actions.”
I cup Madelyn’s face, and I have to fight down anger and sadness, focusing on keeping a smile on her beautiful lips. “Of course. I haven’t, and I never will, not intentionally.”
