Kissing him, whirling with him in some exotic, secret lagoon.
Our son, Zack, playing on the beach.
Our daughters...Mydaughters, honey-sunset-colored beauties with tentacles that drape around their long, shapely human legs, hugging their big brother as he steps off that platform with his diploma in hand.
Mercer’s hand. Still in mine. Still standing with me, loving our children, our family.
Me.
“Can you see all those things?” I demand, half-afraid to hear the answer.
Mercer nods, mouth agape, breathing hard. “I see a world inside of you, Madelyn. But it’s a world I will so gladly wait for.”
“Is it magic?”
“Isn’t love the greatest magic of the universe?”
I don’t tell him that I stopped believing in any love except that between blood relatives, mother and child. Around him, the old fears fade away, and I can’t stop myself from wanting him. All of him.
“It’s a safe time. You can come inside of me. You can be inside of me. God, Iwantyou inside of me, every inch, every night.” My words pour out at a frantic pace as I pound down, and he thrusts up, his tentacles acting like a living love swing. My pussy clamps down as waves of orgasm roll through me, and I feel Mercer’s fast, steady pace falter, stick, and hold.
I bite into his shoulder when he erupts inside of me, thick, hard spurts that make his tip pulsate and send me spiraling into a second orgasm before the first is even finished.
We’re falling, literally, over the edge into afterglow, and down. Mercer’s strong coils of tentacle go limp, and he crashes in slow motion onto the wet grass, me on his chest, our essences making slippery trails over our abdomens, tentacles, and legs.
“My God,” he groans, holding me tight.
I can hear his heart thudding like a runaway horse’s hooves, hard and louder than I thought possible.
“We have to get inside,” I pant against his chest. “Zack is going to be up soon. He’ll want breakfast.”
Mercer drags himself into a sitting position, but keeps me straddled and saddled, wrapped around him, his half-erect cock still thick and hard inside of me, making me moan with every movement. “He’s not the only one. I’d say we all deserve a huge breakfast,” he chuckles.
“Worked up an appetite?” I giggle back, suddenly a little shy. “My robe—”
“Is not necessary at this precise second. This is my mate’s perfect body—and with any good fortune, the future home of my daughters.”
“Mercer!” I gasp, blushing.
“Love doesn’t lie, my Madelyn.”
Love doesn’t lie. Or hurt. Or take away.
“I’m not simply looking at you with the eyes of love. If I were a shallow male, I would still be in awe of this sexy body. If I may be coarse, you have all the curves. Soft, suckable breasts. A pussy that’s tight and hungry. Legs for days, my God, looking at them is the only time I haven’t thought that tentacles were superior. Don’t even get me started on that adorable backside.”
“You have to stop, or I’ll get a big ego.”
“No, you’ll just get a big cock in every place you desire. Your ego will remain adequately sized, the perfect size for a gorgeous woman who has a mate who understands how very fortunate he is.”
With that, Mercer retrieves my robe, drapes it over me, and carries me back to the house.
“Do you think I’d fit into your bathtub with you?” he asks. “I believe I have bark in my hair. And you have grass on your knees.”
“If we have to squeeze, that might be fun,” I point out with a smirk.
“Ooh. I like when you squeeze me,” Mercer sighs, and my pussy throbs pointedly. His tentacles wrap around my thighs and mimic my movements.
“The feeling is mutual,” I moan, hoping Zack sleeps in for another thirty minutes.
