Page 102 of Drown Me Gently

Auren’s breath hitched. “Oh… gods.”

Ulric’s cock slid free—thick, ribbed, and sheened in glistening lubricant that wasn’t rain. The shaft was a deep purplish-gray, textured with ridges like those carved by ocean currents, and the head was a menacing black-violet, slick and swollen with arousal.

“There’s no way that can…” Auren’s voice faltered.

“It will,” Ulric said, breathless, the tension in his tentacles betraying just how tightly wound he was. “If you want to and… if you trust me.”

Auren approached like a man nearing a monster's bared teeth. Equal parts excitement and dread. He reached out and touched the massive length, marveling at how it glided beneath his fingertips, already coated in a warm, clear slick.

“Is this…” Auren tilted his head. “What is this?”

“My kind produces it,” Ulric said, leaning back against the railing, eyes heavy-lidded and wild. “To aid in… reproduction. Our females are enormous. But their openings—” he groaned as Auren’s hand curled around him—“they’re small. This helps.”

“You make your own lube,” Auren deadpanned.

“Don’t say it like that,” Ulric groaned, almost scandalized.

Auren laughed as he leaned in and dragged his tongue along the length of Ulric’s cock in one long, reverent stripe. The flavor hit his tongue immediately—briny, musky, rich with a mineral tang that was unmistakably oceanic. It was like licking the belly of the sea itself.

He tried to take the head into his mouth, but it was too wide. His lips stretched, straining, and even then he could only suckle the very tip. But that was enough to make Ulric moan—head tipping back, tentacles writhing with the effort of restraint. Precum dribbled onto Auren’s tongue, and the taste made him groan in return.

“You like that?” Ulric rasped, one hand fisting in his hair. “Do you enjoy tasting what you do to me?”

Auren didn’t answer with words, only redoubled his efforts, working the shaft with both hands while his mouth lavished the tip. All the while, Ulric’s tentacles resumed their work, one stroking his cheek, another teasing his entrance. Auren sucked in a sharp breath when two tips pressed inside him at once.

“I need to prepare you,” Ulric murmured. “I’m a bit bigger than a single tentacle.”

Auren nodded shakily, still uncertain he could take the full mass—but he trusted Ulric. Always had. Always would.

Ulric laid him gently on the deck, the rain cooling his flushed skin as tentacles braced around them, shielding them like petals of a monstrous bloom. Ulric loomed above him, gaze burning.

“I’ve never wanted anything the way I want this,” Ulric said, voice breaking with emotion. “Let me have you. All of you.”

Auren’s heart thundered. “You already do.”

Ulric lined himself up, pressing the head of his cock against Auren’s hole. The stretch was immediate. Shocking.

“Breathe through it,” Ulric coached, kissing his jaw. “You can do it.”

“Th- there is no way I ca—,” Auren whimpered.

“You can. But if you want me to stop, say the word, and I swear to you I will.”

Auren shook his head. “No. Let me… let me keep trying.”

Ulric nodded patiently as he pushed deeper—inch by inch—allowing time for Auren’s body to stretch, to adjust. The slick helped. It wasn’t just lubricant, it also soothed. Numbed. Transformed pain into a slow-burning, heady pleasure.

Each time Auren thought he was full, Ulric gave him more. Another inch. Another breathless sound. Another dizzying wave of sensation.

When Ulric’s hips finally met his ass, Auren was gasping, eyes wide, hands gripping at the tentacles that cradled him.

“Oh gods… oh fuck… I can feel it in my throat⁠—”

“That’s a bit of an exaggeration,” Ulric laughed. “But look at you. You’ve taken all of me. You’re perfect. You’re mine.”

Auren looked down and whimpered at the sight of them joined—so obscene, so impossible. And yet… his cock was already hard again, dribbling onto his stomach.

“Are you sure, my prince?”