Page 25 of Entranced By the Nakken (Freedom, Love, Monsters #4)

“Tsunis,” Casey breathed. With great difficulty, he tore his gaze from his pretend-pregnant belly to the incredible person who’d made him feel more things than he’d thought possible in his boring life.

“Yes?” Tsunis cooed. They leaned down, a funny sight with how they had to sumo-squat over Casey’s engorged belly. With both webbed hands spread, they peppered him with kisses.

“I want a family with you.”

The words slipped out before he’d thought them through, but Casey meant it. While he was almost certain there was no way he could get pregnant, he needed to be filled again, despite that his guts were marginally uncomfortable with the number of tentacles and amount of cum filling him.

Tsunis’ predatory smirk was devoid of light, a reminder that the water spirit Casey was head over heels for had a stormy past, murky with suffering and survival. “If you wish to be bred by a monster like me, I am happy to oblige.”

Casey rose onto his elbow, releasing a low moan when the movement jostled their messy joining. He skimmed the shark-like teeth with his thumb then cupped Tsunis’ cheek.

Tsunis leaned into the touch. Their eyes fluttered closed, thumb still tracing circles over Casey’s bloated stomach. They turned their head and caught Casey’s wrist with their dozens of fucking teeth, biting with just enough pressure to break skin.

“Ahh!” Casey cried out, but Tsunis ignored him.

“A full pouch suits you well, my sweet Nymphaiia, but it is time.” Tsunis rubbed the roundest part of Casey’s stomach, over the light hair dusting his naval, down, below the pooch of his lower belly.

“Whether I can really breed you during my egging cycle or not, I will delight in the way your body dispels my slick any day. Now,” their loving tone deepened to that tone that Casey couldn’t resist, “be a good little human and spread your legs.”

Casey did as commanded. Some dribbles seeped from his tightly plugged asshole.

His cock bobbed in the air, hard and ready, but Tsunis paid no mind as they knelt between Casey’s parted legs.

Claw-like nails ran along the inside of his thighs, then webbed hands encouraged his stance wider. Tsunis hummed in approval.

“I’m going to ease out now. Don’t worry. I will not force you empty all at once. We’ll take it slow. How does that sound?”

It sounded great, but the part Casey struggled with the most was the thought of losing the heaviness in his stomach. Though it was a fantasy he’d never dreamed he’d be down for—plot twist—he was down bad.

He couldn’t imagine being empty. Fuck, he never wanted to be empty again. Still, he wanted to know what Tsunis had meant earlier about toying with him and playing with their slick. He’d seen how the little cum slut played with his cum, but this was entirely new. He wasn’t idiot enough to miss it.

“Sounds fucking wonderful,” Casey breathed. “Use me, Tsunis. Make me yours.”

Tsunis growled. “You are already mine, Casimir.” A tentacle pulled free from the mass inside him, a spout of slick oozing out along with it. It dripped down, coating Casey’s crack in thick lubricant and pooling on the stone beneath. “Do not forget who you belong to. Ever.”

“I’m sorry—oooh, unfff—I haven’t forgotten. I’m yours, yours, yours, oh!”

One extra-wide hand closed around Casey’s neck, squeezing lightly. The other hand rubbed his belly, but it didn’t feel as doting as before, more like a tease.

“I don’t believe you. Tell me, Nymphaiia, who do you belong to?”

Casey’s cock bobbed, the droplet of precum that’d been building there slowly venturing down his shaft.

“You, Tsunis. I belong to you. I’m all fucking yours. Yours to play with—unnfff—to your heart’s content. Please.”

“Yes, Nymphaiia, I know.”

That brat. Why’d they make him say it if—oh, fuck. The tentacle that’d departed now squished back in with the lewdest squelch Casey’d ever heard. The coiled appendages pulsed in a clockwise direction deep in his ass, pumping in and out at the same time. The music it made was fucking obscene.

“Watch.”

Casey leaned up on wobbly forearms but couldn’t see the source of the vulgar sounds over his pregnant belly. Tsunis seamlessly maneuvered from their squat to kneel and helped Casey sit with an elongated palm spanning his lower back.

Ever the thoughtful lover, Tsunis slipped a slender tentacle free and wrapped it around the base of Casey’s hard and ready cock, moving it from view.

“Oh, holy—oh, fuck.”

If not for Tsunis’ steadying hand, Casey would’ve collapsed back on the rock.

The spot of their joining was an absolute wreck. Thick, puffy tentacles were smashed against Casey’s rim, his poor hole too stuffed to fit any more, no matter how malleable they were.

The tentacles pulsed rhythmically. With each squish in and out, globs of slick leaked from the edges, even more pouring out from between the appendages, oozing and squelching and making a fucking mess.

The depraved massage had Casey moaning uncontrollably. His hand flew to the roundest part of his lower belly, resting there, and oh fuck, his stomach rippled, a tidal wave of pleasure from the inside out.

A chuckle brought him back to earth, and he opened his eyes to find Tsunis watching him with an ocean of love in their luminescent blue gaze. Casey couldn’t help but return a shaky smirk through another wave of bliss.

“Ready, sweet lily?” Tsunis rasped.

Though he couldn’t possibly guess what he was supposed to be ready for this time, he nodded. Clueless or not, he’d meant it when he’d given Tsunis permission to play. Even if his cock was dying for some attention.

“Don’t forget to breathe,” Tsunis warned.

Um, that was ominous, but Casey was beyond sensibilities. He took a deep breath, mimicking Tsunis as they guided him through another.

Tsunis’ gaze fixated on their locked bodies, and Casey followed their lead.

A large tentacle from the center of the bouquet squeezed its way out from so deep inside his channel it might as well have been in his guts. It slid out with a wriggle, opening a fucking aqueduct in the center of Casey’s asshole while other tentacles held him wide.

Like a fucking tap, the clear, thick, warm liquid sloshed out of Casey’s asshole, coating the tentacles that gaped him.

“Ohhhhhh!” Casey cried out. Under his palm, his tummy rippled, and he moved his hand to watch his skin undulate.

“Very good,” Tsunis praised. Then their tentacle was pushing forward, forcing the slick back inside.

“Tsunis, please. I don’t want to be empty.”

“Hush, my mate,” Tsunis cooed. “It won’t be for long. I will take care of your every need.”

That eased Casey’s mind, and he trusted that Tsunis would fix this burning need building inside him.

“See how your body takes my slick so well?” Tsunis rubbed their free hand over Casey’s swelled belly, lingering on the spots where the skin rippled.

Casey watched, enthralled, nodding mindlessly.

“You were made for this. Made for me. Your body craves a full pouch. You will bear my eggs just fine. Don’t you see?

Can’t you feel it? The way your body needs to be filled in this way? ”

“Yes. Yes! I need it. I need it, Tsunis. I need you. Please.”

Tsunis hummed, a sound so melodic it sparked a sense of peace deep within Casey’s soul, in the spot that always knew where to find his mate.

“Remember to breathe.”

Casey breathed in and out, his head drooping forward to watch.

Three tentacles glided out, followed by a surge of viscous fluid.

“Ohhhh, fuck, fu—huu—huck!”

He’d thought that when all the tentacles were gone he’d be like a science fair volcano, but no. It came out in waves, likely due to how deep it’d been buried in his body. All the while, Tsunis made sure Casey’s asshole remained gaped wide.

Slowly, the tension on his bladder subsided until only a sweet, sweet pressure against his prostate remained.

When the flow stopped coming as easily, Tsunis dipped low, filling the hole with their bestial tongue.

“Fuck!” Casey groaned, bucking his hips, his forgotten cock sick of being ignored. His hands flew to Tsunis’ hair.

At this rate, he would not survive the torture.