Page 39 of Drown Me Gently (Flipped Fairytales)

“Ulric I’m… I’m gonna…”

Auren didn’t know if he was going to cum or pass out, but either way, he couldn’t take much more of it. His cock swelled, and just as release came knocking at his door, the sweet warmth of Ulric’s mouth disappeared. Auren whimpered at the loss.

“None of that, my prince. We aren’t done here. I’ve imagined this far too many times to end it so quickly.”

The sky spun as he was righted, head dizzy and limbs weak. When his back was once again resting on the deck of the ship, Auren blinked away the raindrops from his eyes.

“You’re… cruel,” he said breathily.

“You know nothing of cruelty. Yet.”

Ulric descended on him, and when their lips crashed together, it was as though they were deep below the waves, and Ulric was searching Auren’s mouth for his final breath.

They consumed one another, all mouths and teeth and tongue.

At some point, Ulric grabbed Auren by the chin, turning his head aggressively, bearing his neck.

He sucked then, hard enough for Auren to wince in pain as the tender skin below his ear was tortured.

Ulric did this again and again, leaving his mark along Auren’s neck and chest. And Ulric’s mouth wasn’t the only part of him determined to leave its mark.

Auren felt the suction cup grip of his tentacles curl tightly around his limbs, sticking there and pulling at the skin, only to leave behind a perfectly symmetrical row of red dots.

“Ulric you’re… you’re…”

“Yes?” Ulric hummed, but didn’t remove his mouth from Auren’s skin for long before diving back in for another taste. Auren felt like a starfish, spread in all four directions, unable to move.

“Please… let me touch you.”

At his words, the appendages pinning his wrists let go, and Auren wove his fingers into the Krakens’ hair, delighting in the handfuls of wet, silky strands. But the tentacles that released him moved to his chest. Auren looked down in time to see them line up with his nipples and…

“Ulric—Ahhhh!”

The tentacles slapped onto his chest, a sucker lining up perfectly with each nipple. Once attached, they pulled up with so much force that Auren’s skin stretched a bit, and his back arched into the pulling sensation.

“Yes, yes, yes~!” Auren cried.

“That’s it. Sing for me. Sing until you lose your voice crying my name.”

“It’s… It’s too much.” Auren said as the tentacles twisted and rotated over his sensitive nipples.

“On the contrary, I think it’s not enough. There are still parts of you that this version of me has not seen. I will stimulate every inch of this body until you burn like the sun.”

Anticipation burned hot as lead in Auren’s stomach. Every muscle in his body begged for more, while simultaneously threatening to give out. Auren wanted to find where the line was—that razor’s edge between insurmountable pleasure and unconsciousness.

The gentle glide of a single tentacle climbed up his leg, passed his inner thigh until its soft tip found his perineum, flicking at it like a tongue.

“Uuuuulric.” Auren twisted, trying to adjust the touch to where he so desperately needed it.

“Yes?” Ulric said, but even his teasing tone lost some of its edge. The Kraken above him was growing as impatient as Auren was. “Tell me what you need. I want to hear it from your pretty mouth.”

“If I don’t have you soon, I’m going to lose my mind.”

Ulric made a sound like the growl of the ocean itself. At the same time, the tentacle at his perineum traveled lower, until it swirled around his hole, coating the puckered skin with its natural slick. The muscles of Auren’s ass tightened on instinct.

“Every time I see you like this, I can’t get enough.” Ulric groaned, “I want you like this forever. Spread for me. Begging me to wreck this perfect body.”

“Please… ruin me.”

With a groan, Ulric bent low, capturing Auren’s mouth with his just as the very tip of the tentacle pushed past his entrance and into his body. Auren moaned into Ulric’s mouth.

“You have no idea what those sounds do to me,” Ulric said between rushed kisses, all the while the tentacle slowly crept in deeper, filling Auren and stretching him as it widened.

Without meaning to, Auren’s body tightened, clamping down on the intruder inside him.

“Relax for me, my love. I won’t hurt you. Relax and let me show you things you’ve never felt before.”

Auren took a deep breath, eyes closed, forcing his body to obey, to loosen and welcome Ulric in.

“That’s it. There you go, now I can reach--this.”

On the final word, Auren’s entire body jerked, pearls of pre-cum flying from his cock as the tip of the tentacle found his prostate.

“Fuck!” Auren cried out. He was going to fall apart, he was going to…

The tentacle moved, sliding deeper, stretching his hole and pushing further into his body until… one of the suckers lined up with his prostate and…

“Look at me. I want to watch those eyes when you fall apart.”

Auren forced his eyes open, tears mingling with the rain. The Kraken’s volcanic gaze softened. “Beautiful.”

And the tentacle pressed hard on his prostate, its sucker grabbing the bundle of nerves and pulling.

The world collapsed inward—his vision blurred, muscles locking tight as pleasure detonated inside him with white-hot force.

His mouth fell open in a strangled gasp, soundless at first, then breaking into a cry that ripped through his throat like surf against jagged stone.

His entire body convulsed. The sucker at his core pulled again, and stars burst behind his eyes.

His hands scrabbled against slick tentacles, helpless, lost, as his orgasm tore through him.

Wave after wave wracked him—sweat, rain, tears indistinguishable as his body gave in, gave everything.

He sobbed Ulric’s name like a prayer. Not out of pain. Out of awe. Out of need . Out of the unbearable, brutal beauty of being seen like this and taken like this and loved like this.

And when it was over, he trembled in the Kraken’s grasp, wrecked and shaking, chest heaving like he’d barely survived the storm. Maybe he hadn’t. Maybe this version of him was new. He felt different. Felt even more one with the creature above him.

Auren was only half aware of Ulric’s tongue running from his abs to his chest, gathering his milky release before licking into his mouth, both of them sharing in the taste.

“Ulric… Ulric..” Auren all but sobbed, wrapping his arms around the Kraken’s neck as the tentacle gently moved inside him, easing him down from oblivion.

“I’ve got you, my prince.”

Auren trembled, suspended on the edge of ecstasy and disbelief. Rain slid down his flushed skin in rivulets, mingling with sweat, salt, and slick. He blinked up at Ulric through wet lashes, face slack with wonder and dazed satisfaction.

“I want to see it,” he whispered.

Ulric stilled. “What?”

Auren swallowed. “I know it’s underneath. I saw… once. When I was Mer. I want to see it now.”

“Are you sure, Auren? I’m quite different in this form. I don’t want you taking on more than you can handle.” At the indignant glare Auren shot his way, Ulric sighed. “There is no arguing with a prince, is there?”

There was a moment of silence, save the patter of rain on the deck.

Then, slowly, Ulric’s tentacles shifted, parting around the space where his human body met his monstrous form.

A slit, subtle and hidden in the smooth flesh just above his groin, began to part—peeling back with a slow, deliberate flex of muscle.

And there it was.

Auren’s breath hitched. “Oh… gods.”

Ulric’s cock slid free—thick, ribbed, and sheened in glistening lubricant that wasn’t rain. The shaft was a deep purplish-gray, textured with ridges like those carved by ocean currents, and the head was a menacing black-violet, slick and swollen with arousal.

“There’s no way that can…” Auren’s voice faltered.

“It will,” Ulric said, breathless, the tension in his tentacles betraying just how tightly wound he was. “If you want to and… if you trust me.”

Auren approached like a man nearing a monster's bared teeth. Equal parts excitement and dread. He reached out and touched the massive length, marveling at how it glided beneath his fingertips, already coated in a warm, clear slick.

“Is this…” Auren tilted his head. “What is this?”

“My kind produces it,” Ulric said, leaning back against the railing, eyes heavy-lidded and wild. “To aid in… reproduction. Our females are enormous. But their openings—” he groaned as Auren’s hand curled around him—“they’re small. This helps.”

“You make your own lube,” Auren deadpanned.

“Don’t say it like that,” Ulric groaned, almost scandalized.

Auren laughed as he leaned in and dragged his tongue along the length of Ulric’s cock in one long, reverent stripe. The flavor hit his tongue immediately—briny, musky, rich with a mineral tang that was unmistakably oceanic. It was like licking the belly of the sea itself.

He tried to take the head into his mouth, but it was too wide.

His lips stretched, straining, and even then he could only suckle the very tip.

But that was enough to make Ulric moan—head tipping back, tentacles writhing with the effort of restraint.

Precum dribbled onto Auren’s tongue, and the taste made him groan in return.

“You like that?” Ulric rasped, one hand fisting in his hair. “Do you enjoy tasting what you do to me?”

Auren didn’t answer with words, only redoubled his efforts, working the shaft with both hands while his mouth lavished the tip.

All the while, Ulric’s tentacles resumed their work, one stroking his cheek, another teasing his entrance.

Auren sucked in a sharp breath when two tips pressed inside him at once.

“I need to prepare you,” Ulric murmured. “I’m a bit bigger than a single tentacle.”

Auren nodded shakily, still uncertain he could take the full mass—but he trusted Ulric. Always had. Always would.