Page 9 of The Kraken's Claim
"That's two," he rumbled, his ancient eyes fixed on my face. "I can feel the magic taking hold."
I could feel it too. There was something warm and golden spreading through my chest, my arms, even down into my legs. It felt like being filled with liquid sunlight, like every cell in my body was being renewed from the inside out.
The third orgasm built slower, a rolling wave of sensation that started in my toes and worked its way up. When it finally crested, I screamed, the sound echoing off the stone walls as my body convulsed in his grip. The kraken made a sound of deep satisfaction, his tentacles tightening around me as I rode my orgasm through.
"Three," he said, but his voice was strained now. I could feel him getting closer to his own release, could feel the way his cock was swelling inside me.
"Come on," I managed to gasp out. "Breed me. Fill me up."
Apparently, that was all it took. His rhythm faltered, becoming erratic as he chased his own climax. The tentacles holding me pulled me down harder onto his cock, and I felthim fill me so completely that I lost track of all time and space. The only thing that existed was him, those tentacles, and that beautiful giant cock.
He came with a roar that shook the water around us, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside me. But it wasn't just cum. I could feel the magic in it, hot and electric, spreading through my core like molten gold. It was overwhelming, too much sensation to process, and I felt myself starting to black out from the sheer intensity of it.
The last thing I remembered was the kraken's voice, distant and soothing, telling me to rest. That the magic would work while I slept. That I'd wake up completely healed.
Then the golden warmth pulled me under and I went with it willingly, only one thought echoing in my mind.
I wasn’t going back to work early. If the kraken let me, I was going to spend the next five weeks letting him fuck me senseless.
