Page 71 of A Kiss for a Kraken
“It’s giving you a world of good sensations. I just don’t think very much will fit.”
“Maybe not this time. But we have a week to practice,” Madelyn says, and I fall more and more in love with her every second.
I fall more in love with this monster of mine every second.
The world rocks around me, tentacles switching in and out of my pussy, Mercer slowly sinking into my ass, and a third tentacle comes up to slide into my mouth. Through the haze of pleasure, I can barely force my eyes open, but I do, revealing a kraken king above me, all muscles and heaving grunts. A legendary, mythical monster—and I make him weak with just one little dart of my tongue into the sensitive ring of muscle that makes up a sucker.
“So good,” he breathes out.
I suck several inches of smooth teal into my mouth and use it as a distraction as my muscles relax and welcome Mercer in.
After that... I don’t keep track of what’s happening. I can’t. Tentacles thrust in and out of my pussy, while Mercer slides in and out of my ass, slowly, gently, but with his slippery essence easing the way, he picks up speed.
Every sensitive spot on my body is plundered and pleasured. I suck hard on the tentacle in my mouth as some weird way of keeping grounded in the sensory onslaught.
“My good little mate. Taking all of me. Every hole hugging me so tight—and that beautiful mouth looks so good wrapped around me,” Mercer cries, thrusting in and holding.
The world goes dizzy as the little wall of flesh between my ass and pussy is pressed tight between two thick, muscular hunks of kraken, cock and tentacle working in unison, then in tandem. Mercer’s thumb circles pointedly on my clit, and his voice is choked with urgency the next time he speaks.
“Come on me, Madelyn. Come on all of me. Let me feel it. Let me fill you.”
It’s his words that give me the final push, letting go and waiting to be filled, wailing his name as his tentacle slips free from my mouth and his cock erupts inside of me.
“Earthshaker,” Mercer gasps, collapsing on me, head alongside mine.
I know that’s a kind of prayerful exclamation, but I can’t help but giggle.
“How... do you have ... breath left for giggling?” Mercer demands, voice weak, whole body limp.
“Funny. How they say ‘the earth moved’ when it’s good. And you call on ‘Earthshaker.’ I think there’s a connection, but you fucked my brains loose, and I can’t find it.” I hug him tight, warmed by his bulk, wrapped in his arms.
Mercer mumbles something into my hair.
“If you’re going to fall asleep on me, can you do it in the hotel?” I ask with a giggle.
“Fall asleep? I was just resting between rounds,” Mercer sighs.
“I love you.”
“That’s good, because I love you, and I’m not stopping.”
“Mmm. One day down, and forever to go,” I whisper, and give my kraken a kiss.
