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He huffs. “Who needs currency when one has might? If you need something, I will take it. In the meantime, you will mate with me in this body.”
My gaze meanders down his perfectly sculpted chest and abs, then settles on his erection. It’s long and thick, adorned with veins and a rosy pink tip. The muscles in my core pulse. Last night, he’d fucked me good and hard with tentacles, but I want the real thing.
“May I feel it?” I whisper.
“You never need to ask,” he replies with a wolfish grin.
“You’ll let me touch all of you?”
He nods, his eyes sharpening. He even loosens the tentacles so I can release my right arm. As soon as it’s free, he coils around me again like a cozy contractor.
I have no idea why he isn’t being cruel this morning. Perhaps because he wants to have sex? Anyway, I don’t plan on reminding him of his less pleasant nature by asking dumb questions.
With a trembling hand, I reach across the bed and run my fingers over his shoulder. The flesh there is firmer and warmer than mine, just as I would expect from a man of his size and build.
“Is this appearance pleasing to my little mate?” he asks, his voice lilting with amusement.
“Very much,” I whisper as my hands trail past his collarbones and over his prominent pecs.
This is my first time with a guy as good looking as him and with such a beautiful body. The fact that he’s a shadowy tentacle monster makes me feel less self-conscious. He’s seen me at every angle and hasn’t run, so I may as well enjoy him.
When I reach the contours of his six-pack, I have to bite back a moan. “Why didn’t you let me touch you like this last night?”
“My body wasn’t ready,” he replies, his breath quickening. “It might have looked human, but it was still cold and damp.”
“What made the difference?” I slide my fingers down his long shaft.
He squeezes his eyes shut and groans. “You fed me so well last night.”
My cheeks heat at the memory of cumming so loudly and even squirting. I cup his balls and roll them between my fingers, making him hiss through his perfect teeth.
“Will you be able to hold this form at night?” I ask.
“Not yet.”
“What would it take?” I wrap my fingers around his shaft. He’s so thick that they don’t even meet around the other side.
“Ugh,” he groans. “I would never ask it of you. There’d be no point.”
As I pump up and down his warm erection, tiny beads of fluid leak from its skin, reminding me a little of how his tentacles provided their own lubrication. Heat gathers between my legs as I imagine how this huge cock would feel inside me.
But something he says finally sinks in. “What do you mean you’d never ask me?”
He bucks his hips in counterpoint to the pumping action I make up and down his thick shaft, seeming lost in the pleasure. Not including the time he’d forced his tentacle in my mouth, this is the first time I’ve really touched him.
“Mate?” I ask.
His eyes snap open. Instead of the usual bright blue of his beautiful form, they’re deeper, darker, and larger than the average pupil. My breath catches, and part of me wants to slither away, but I force myself to remember this is a creature whose tentacles had given me unimaginable pleasure.
“Call me that again?” he says.
“Mate?” I ask with a smile.
He growls “Always call me mate. Never monster.”
“Of course.” I squeeze harder. “Can you answer my question?”
His features pinch with concentration. It’s as if my hand job has stolen away his ability to multitask, which is odd, considering how many places he can pleasure my body at once.
