Page 101 of Drown Me Gently

“Yes?” Ulric said, but even his teasing tone lost some of its edge. The Kraken above him was growing as impatient as Auren was. “Tell me what you need. I want to hear it from your pretty mouth.”

“If I don’t have you soon, I’m going to lose my mind.”

Ulric made a sound like the growl of the ocean itself. At the same time, the tentacle at his perineum traveled lower, until it swirled around his hole, coating the puckered skin with its natural slick. The muscles of Auren’s ass tightened on instinct.

“Every time I see you like this, I can’t get enough.” Ulric groaned, “I want you like this forever. Spread for me. Begging me to wreck this perfect body.”

“Please… ruin me.”

With a groan, Ulric bent low, capturing Auren’s mouth with his just as the very tip of the tentacle pushed past his entrance and into his body. Auren moaned into Ulric’s mouth.

“You have no idea what those sounds do to me,” Ulric said between rushed kisses, all the while the tentacle slowly crept in deeper, filling Auren and stretching him as it widened.

Without meaning to, Auren’s body tightened, clamping down on the intruder inside him.

“Relax for me, my love. I won’t hurt you. Relax and let me show you things you’ve never felt before.”

Auren took a deep breath, eyes closed, forcing his body to obey, to loosen and welcome Ulric in.

“That’s it. There you go, now I can reach--this.”

On the final word, Auren’s entire body jerked, pearls of pre-cum flying from his cock as the tip of the tentacle found his prostate.

“Fuck!” Auren cried out. He was going to fall apart, he was going to…

The tentacle moved, sliding deeper, stretching his hole and pushing further into his body until… one of the suckers lined up with his prostate and…

“Look at me. I want to watch those eyes when you fall apart.”

Auren forced his eyes open, tears mingling with the rain. The Kraken’s volcanic gaze softened. “Beautiful.”

And the tentacle pressed hard on his prostate, its sucker grabbing the bundle of nerves and pulling.

The world collapsed inward—his vision blurred, muscles locking tight as pleasure detonated inside him with white-hot force. His mouth fell open in a strangled gasp, soundless at first, then breaking into a cry that ripped through his throat like surf against jagged stone. His entire body convulsed. The sucker at his core pulled again, and stars burst behind his eyes. His hands scrabbled against slick tentacles, helpless, lost, as his orgasm tore through him. Wave after wave wracked him—sweat, rain, tears indistinguishable as his body gave in, gave everything.

He sobbed Ulric’s name like a prayer. Not out of pain. Out of awe. Out of need. Out of the unbearable, brutal beauty of being seen like this and taken like this and loved like this.

And when it was over, he trembled in the Kraken’s grasp, wrecked and shaking, chest heaving like he’d barely survived the storm. Maybe he hadn’t. Maybe this version of him was new. He felt different. Felt even more one with the creature above him.

Auren was only half aware of Ulric’s tongue running from his abs to his chest, gathering his milky release before licking into his mouth, both of them sharing in the taste.

“Ulric… Ulric..” Auren all but sobbed, wrapping his arms around the Kraken’s neck as the tentacle gently moved inside him, easing him down from oblivion.

“I’ve got you, my prince.”

Auren trembled, suspended on the edge of ecstasy and disbelief. Rain slid down his flushed skin in rivulets, mingling with sweat, salt, and slick. He blinked up at Ulric through wet lashes, face slack with wonder and dazed satisfaction.

“I want to see it,” he whispered.

Ulric stilled. “What?”

Auren swallowed. “I know it’s underneath. I saw… once. When I was Mer. I want to see it now.”

“Are you sure, Auren? I’m quite different in this form. I don’t want you taking on more than you can handle.” At the indignant glare Auren shot his way, Ulric sighed. “There is no arguing with a prince, is there?”

There was a moment of silence, save the patter of rain on the deck. Then, slowly, Ulric’s tentacles shifted, parting around the space where his human body met his monstrous form. A slit, subtle and hidden in the smooth flesh just above his groin, began to part—peeling back with a slow, deliberate flex of muscle.

And there it was.