Page 11 of Darkest Dredge

By the time Zorcock reached me, my lungs felt as though they were collapsing, and if it wasn't for the tree holding me up, my legs would've given way.

He towered over me, smelling strongly of salt and looming sea storms.

"If you're going to eat me, just make it quick."

“Eat you?”

I didn’t expect him to be able to talk. His rumbling voice was as deep and as dark as the sea he ruled. “Yes. Aren’t you the devourer of men who are marooned or shipwrecked in these waters?

“Of men. But a pretty female like you? You are so much more than a meal. You shall host my eggs.”

"Eggs?" I wasn't sure what he could possibly be referencing. "What eggs?"

"My brood. There are no more females of my kind left. And women don't fall into my waters often, as intact as you. Allow my eggs to nest in your womb. Keep them warm. Then I will come and take them back before they hatch. Do this for me, and I'll get you off this island."

I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do. But what choice did I have?

"Will it hurt?"

He laughed and the sound was as turbulent as the sea. "Most definitely."

"So, my dirty little first mate not only has a thing for tentacles, but the kind that lays eggs." He laughed, teasing me, but as he pivoted on the bed, there was no missing the huge bulge in his pants.

"I have a toy back at home. It's one of those ovipositor ones that you can squeeze silicone eggs out of."

Intrigue had his spine straightening. "Did you bring that?"

"Nah. Too messy."

Satisfaction roiled through me at the stark disappointment on his face. "We can use it when we get home."

At that, I smiled. "Oh, I plan on it."

Zorcock reached for me, cupping my cheek in his hand. It was larger than a man's and tipped with deadly claws. They dragged over my lips, leaving my flesh red and stinging.

He raised his tentacles. Green and oozing with a saliva-like goo. Transparent and viscous. Suckers, countless fleshy nubs, puckered and twitching.

I opened my mouth to gasp. A choking sputter came out instead as a tentacle snapped forward and wound around my throat. Another tentacle prodded my lips and I sealed them tight, denying it access. If Zorcock noticed my resistance, he didn’t seem to care. The slimy appendage wriggled past my lips while he held my jaw in his hand, aiding the tentacle as it forced its way into the cavity.

I tried to scream, though that seemed to encourage the cruel sea god. The tentacle thrust its way down my throat, making it impossible to breathe. The slime covering it tasted strangely good. Delicious even. I couldn't get enough of it, leaving me wondering if the slick the tentacles produced had an aphrodisiacal effect. That, or the moment I felt its tentacles wrapped around me, I realized this monster's touch was far more appealing than any human man's I'd been forced to suffer.

Fuck.

My eyes rolled back in my head as Zarcock set more of his appendages on me. One wrapped around my waist, while another tore my shirt and the bandages I'd used to bind my chest, my breasts spilling forth into the moonlight.

Another prodded my navel, my ass, even my nose and ears. There wasn't a single cavity of mine it wasn’t interested in claiming.

It was almost like he wasn't familiar with the body of a human female, and he was probing every orifice to select the most hospitable place to lay his eggs.

It didn't take long for a tentacle, the fattest and thickest at his disposal to wedge between my thighs.

A muffled cry sounded from my burning throat.

Tears pricked my eyes, hating how much my body craved the beast's touch. Its many eyes sparked at his discovery. Two other tentacles wound around my legs and pried them apart to allow him deeper access.

With the rope still holding me fast to the tree, I couldn't escape. Now, with half a dozen tentacles encasing me, penetrating me, fucking me, claiming me... I couldn't so much as budge.

So full.