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“Until you showed up and awakened something we’d all forgotten,” he corrects, a tentacle curling affectionately around my me. “The joy of wanting. Of being wanted.”

He guides me deeper into the ruins, and at its center stands a pool of water that glows somehow distinct from the lake water surrounding us.

“What does it do?” I ask, mesmerized.

“Many things,” he says cryptically. “But tonight, it will make you mine, for as long as you wish to be.”

The promise in his words sends a shiver through me. “And if I wish to be yours forever?”

His eyes darken, “then it could make that possible, too.”

Before I can process the implications, he’s guiding me into the glowing pool. The moment I enter, the water feels different—thicker, almost gelatinous, yet pleasantly so, like being immersed in warm honey. It clings to my skin, seeping into every pore, and I gasp as sensation floods my body.

“What is this?” I whisper, watching as the glowing liquid seems to absorb into my flesh, leaving trails of blue-white light that trace through my veins before fading.

“Essence of the deep,” Caspian murmurs, his tentacles curling around me, supporting me as my limbs grow heavy with pleasure. “It cleanses, renews, and transforms.”

The liquid-light pulses through me, erasing Kaelen’s marks from my skin, yet somehow deepening the pleasure centers those marks had awakened. I feel myself opening, becoming more sensitive, more receptive.

“It’s incredible,” I breathe, watching as my skin begins to glow softly from within, matching the bioluminescence of Caspian’s tentacles.

“You’re incredible,” he corrects, drawing me against his chest. “A human who can withstand our magic, who can take the essence of forest, wolf, and now water into herself.”

His tentacles wrap around me more fully now, no longer just supporting but exploring. They slide across my skin deliberately, leaving trails of tingling sensation in their wake. Unlike Kaelen’s primal claiming or Oren’s gentle magic, Caspian’s touch is precise, methodical, finding every sensitive spot with unerring accuracy.

I moan as one tentacle traces the curve of my breast while another slides between my thighs with perfect pressure.

His smile is knowing, almost smug.

A smaller tentacle circles my nipple, the tip flattening and then curling around the sensitive bud in a way no human finger could mimic. Then he moves his tentacle slightly, so the suction cup covers my nipple. Another does the same to its twin, creating a perfect symmetrical suction that makes me arch into his touch.

“Oh god,” I moan as the tentacle between my thighs slips along my heat, each little suction cup strategically plucking at my clit, sending waves of pleasure up my body.

“Not god,” Caspian corrects, his voice deepening as his own arousal builds. “Just very old.”

He lifts me in the glowing pool, tentacles supporting me, so I float on my back, spread open to his gaze and touch. The sensation of being completely surrounded, supported, and stimulated is unlike anything I’ve experienced before.

Where Kaelen was dominant and Oren was tender, Caspian is… comprehensive.

No part of me is neglected, no sensitive spot undiscovered.

Tentacles stroke my calves, the backs of my knees, the sensitive crease where thigh meets hip. They slide beneath me, supporting my back while smaller ones trace my spine, finding all the right nerve clusters. One wraps delicately around mythroat—not threatening but enhancing, applying gentle pressure that makes every sensation more intense.

“Caspian,” I pant, my voice distorted by the water and my mounting pleasure. “This feels...”

“I know little treasure,” he says, his black eyes glowing with the same light that pulses through my veins. “Let the water take you.”

I relax even more into his touch, letting him have complete control over my body.

The tentacle between my thighs changes its movement, the tip flattening and then curling around my clit. It pulses with light in time with my heartbeat, each pulse sending waves of pleasure radiating outward.

I’m floating, suspended in glowing water and tentacles, every nerve ending alive with sensation. My climax, when it comes, isn’t the explosive release of Kaelen’s claiming or the transcendent merging of Oren’s forest magic—it’s a rippling wave that starts at my core and expands outward, gaining strength rather than dissipating, building and building until my entire body is pulsing with pleasure so intense it borders on unbearable.

“That’s it,” Caspian murmurs, his tentacles tightening around me as my body convulses. “Take it all.”

The orgasm seems to last forever, waves of pleasure crashing through me in endless succession. Just when I think I can’t take any more, the sensation shifts, deepens, and I feel Caspian pressing inside me with not one but two of his dexterous tentacles.

Slowly they inch inside of me, swirling and writhing in an undulating rhythm. While one presses firmly into my g-spot the other slowly moves in and out of me in overwhelming pleasure. I can feel myself tightening around him. He raises my body so he can stare deeply into my eyes as I let go and a second orgasmwracks my body, causing me to convulse around him, pulling him flush against my body.