Page 100 of Drown Me Gently

Auren let out a high-pitched cry as the most subtle graze of teeth pinched his tip.

“Or,” Ulric said, licking Auren’s cock as though it were the most delicious treat, “would you rather they know? Would you want someone to witness you being ravaged by a monster?”

“You… you know we can’t… I—ahh!”

Auren cried in alarm as his body was rotated, and Ulric took one of his balls into his mouth, sucking at the sack.

“I can reach every part of you without having to tilt my head,” Ulric said languidly, rotating Auren again like he was inspecting a valuable piece of pottery.

“Ulric you son of a bitch put me down!” Auren yelled as he was held upside down, his hair reaching towards the deck.

“Mmm, is that an order, Captain?”

“Y-yes,” Auren said, blood rushing to his head.

“As you wish. But not until I get a taste.”

Before Auren could bark another command, two tentacles slid for the globes of his ass, their suckers gripping the skin and pulling them apart. Exposed, open. Ripe for the taking. And when Ulric’s tongue licked at his puckered hole, Auren knew he was only moments from losing consciousness. Blood was rushing to opposite ends of him. Filling his cock and ringing in his ears as Ulric ate his ass while holding Auren upside down. When the Kraken’s tongue pushed inside and swirled in a wide circle, Auren saw stars.

“Ulric I’m… I’m gonna…”

Auren didn’t know if he was going to cum or pass out, but either way, he couldn’t take much more of it. His cock swelled, and just as release came knocking at his door, the sweet warmth of Ulric’s mouth disappeared. Auren whimpered at the loss.

“None of that, my prince. We aren’t done here. I’ve imagined this far too many times to end it so quickly.”

The sky spun as he was righted, head dizzy and limbs weak. When his back was once again resting on the deck of the ship, Auren blinked away the raindrops from his eyes.

“You’re… cruel,” he said breathily.

“You know nothing of cruelty. Yet.”

Ulric descended on him, and when their lips crashed together, it was as though they were deep below the waves, and Ulric was searching Auren’s mouth for his final breath. They consumed one another, all mouths and teeth and tongue. At some point, Ulric grabbed Auren by the chin, turning his head aggressively, bearing his neck. He sucked then, hard enough for Auren to wince in pain as the tender skin below his ear was tortured. Ulric did this again and again, leaving his mark along Auren’s neck and chest. And Ulric’s mouth wasn’t the only part of him determined to leave its mark. Auren felt the suction cup grip of his tentacles curl tightly around his limbs, sticking there and pulling at the skin, only to leave behind a perfectly symmetrical row of red dots.

“Ulric you’re… you’re…”

“Yes?” Ulric hummed, but didn’t remove his mouth from Auren’s skin for long before diving back in for another taste. Auren felt like a starfish, spread in all four directions, unable to move.

“Please… let me touch you.”

At his words, the appendages pinning his wrists let go, and Auren wove his fingers into the Krakens’ hair, delighting in the handfuls of wet, silky strands. But the tentacles that released him moved to his chest. Auren looked down in time to see them line up with his nipples and…

“Ulric—Ahhhh!”

The tentacles slapped onto his chest, a sucker lining up perfectly with each nipple. Once attached, they pulled up with so much force that Auren’s skin stretched a bit, and his back arched into the pulling sensation.

“Yes, yes, yes~!” Auren cried.

“That’s it. Sing for me. Sing until you lose your voice crying my name.”

“It’s… It’s too much.” Auren said as the tentacles twisted and rotated over his sensitive nipples.

“On the contrary, I think it’s not enough. There are still parts of you that this version of me has not seen. I will stimulate every inch of this body until you burn like the sun.”

Anticipation burned hot as lead in Auren’s stomach. Every muscle in his body begged for more, while simultaneously threatening to give out. Auren wanted to find where the line was—that razor’s edge between insurmountable pleasure and unconsciousness.

The gentle glide of a single tentacle climbed up his leg, passed his inner thigh until its soft tip found his perineum, flicking at it like a tongue.

“Uuuuulric.” Auren twisted, trying to adjust the touch to where he so desperately needed it.