Chapter 13

Penelope

T he throbbing in my nipples forces awareness to return. With groggy eyes, I watch as one of Bjorn’s suckers draws my nipples down hard. Shifting slightly in the bed makes my slick thighs rub together. I look back and smile when I realize Bjorn is asleep. His beard tentacles got curious. They slide along my torso and neck while one uses its suckers to tease my nipples.

I close my eyes again at the suckling sensation. My breasts are aching and my nipples puckered. The sensations travel through my core, and I squirm, arousal making me restless. My ass pushes against Bjorn as I squeeze my legs, trying to get pressure on my clit. He grumbles and his knee shifts between mine.

“Are you rubbing this sweet ass against me for a reason?” His voice is warm and deep with sleepiness, wrapping around me like a dream.

I grind down on the leg between mine. “It’s your Beast’s fault.”

His chuckle sends little vibrations along my back, and I shiver.

“We are of one mind on this.” He thrusts his hips, pushing his hard cock against my ass, and his suckers tug on my nipples. He turns me in his arms to face him enough that he can kiss me.

Bjorn’s lips languidly cover mine. We make out as if exploring one another and learning each other’s taste is the only thing we have to do. I rub my body against him, swiveling my hips, and his tentacles squeeze, pulling me closer. The delicious pressure of being bound by him makes my muscles loosen and my pussy wet.

He nips my bottom lip and soothes away the sting, sucking it into his mouth. At the same time, the suckers on my nipples pulse with little vibrations.

I moan into the kiss, panting and desperate. “Please,” I beg, completely uncaring how desperate I sound.

“What do you need, Little Violet?” His big palm travels over the swell of my ass and he takes a handful. The move opens my pussy. He dips his middle finger inside and applies pressure at my entrance.

I gasp. “I’m curious.”

“Of course you are.” Bjorn’s dark chuckle rumbles between us as he fucks me on that one thick finger.

“Your cock, it has special features?” My hand travels between us, reaching for him.

Bjorn traps my wrist and brings it above my head, flipping us so that I’m on my back. “Are you asking to touch my cock?”

“Yes. I want a turn to explore.”

He curses in his native tongue and the tentacles wrapped around my throat squeeze. The pressure doesn’t hurt so much as ache. When the little feelers brush at the sensitive skin near my ear, they’re rough and scratchy, making the area light up with tingling pleasure.

“Explore. But only if I can too. I want to taste you again.” He rolls us until I’m on top, then flips me around in a tangle of his limbs and tentacles until I’m straddling him and facing his cock.

I lean in and take him in one of my hands. It’s wide and covered in veins. The tip is an angry red and his slit dribbles pre-cum. The sight of it makes my pussy clench, desperate to feel him stretching me again. I use my fingers to swirl the pre-cum and massage the head, getting a feel for him.

Bjorn grunts and wraps his tentacles around my thighs and torso, bringing my pussy to his face. His fingers part me and I moan at the slight stretch. Wetness trickles down my thighs and Bjorn’s tongue flicks against it.

I squeeze his cock and pump his shaft, moaning at the feel of him. He’s so thick and hot in my hands. Imagining him filling me causes my pussy to constrict again. Bjorn swats my ass with one hand and slides his fingers through my center with the other.

“You healed nicely. But now I need to get you ready to take me.” He rubs along my slit, teasing me.

I bounce my hips, trying to get him where I want.

“Do that again,” he says, voice rough. “I want to see your pretty ass jiggle for me.”

His tentacles squeeze tighter, the little hooks pricking my skin. The slight scrape, mixed with the pressure and his gentle perusal, make me soaked.

“Mmm, that’s right. Every time you bounce your sweet ass for me, it gives me a little tease of your pink pussy.”

He kneads my cheeks, squeezing the flesh of my ass as I rock my hips for him, my ass bouncing. A low rumble of pleasure sounds in his chest, and the sound makes my heart stutter. I feel his heated gaze on me. No one has ever looked at me and made me feel the weight of it before. He likes what he sees, and he’s as desperate as I am. That knowledge lets loose some barrier inside me and I give over to my neediness, unashamed.

“Please,” I beg again. I need him to help me ease the empty feeling in my core. My body is brimming with energy everywhere, my breasts and pussy aching.

He rumbles a soothing sound. “Shh. I’ll not let you suffer, mate.”

His tongue flicks against my clit. It’s so good. I grind down on his mouth. He pops my ass and grabs hold, keeping me in position. The sharp sting makes me moan.

I return my attention to his cock, pumping him in my hands before leaning in to lick the tip. Even the head is a stretch. My lips part wide as I taste him. He’s citrus and ocean air, and I lap at him greedily while I twist my hands around his shaft. Feelers sprout like little ridges and a heaviness forms at the base.

I pop off to ask about it and he growls, “Don’t you dare stop.”

“But I have questions,” I tease.

His teeth sink into my ass as a tentacle circles my back hole, rubbing in something warm and wet. I open my mouth to ask another question and the tentacle wrapped around my torso squeezes, cutting me off.

I laugh at his frustration, but it quickly turns to a moan when that probing end presses into my ass and he fucks my pussy with his tongue. The questions die out as my body surrenders to the pleasure. I reach for his cock, taking more of him into my mouth. My tongue swirls around his shaft, catching on the ridges of his feelers.

It feels as if he’s everywhere all at once. His tentacle pushes into my ass, expanding and contracting on each glide. He sucks my clit, and his thick shaft stretches my mouth wide. Pleasure rushes through me, little fireflies of light dancing in my vision as I’m hurdled toward climax. I scream around his cock and gush against his mouth as my orgasm takes me under. Bjorn goes wild, pulling me closer and soaking up my release, his tongue fucking my pussy through the climax.

“I’m never going to get enough of how responsive you are, my Violet. Or how much you like having all your holes stuffed.” Bjorn flips me around in a blur of motion and settles me to straddle his lap.

“You make me feel beautiful,” I admit, running my palm along his cheek and through the tangle of tentacles along his jaw.

His icy blue eyes are speckled with the gold of his kraken. “You are. Your body was made to be worshiped.”

He kisses me slowly. The kiss is so full of tenderness it almost hurts. The bond between us grows larger in my chest, his warmth radiating out of me, a mixture of pleasure and something else. Something soft but small.

I tilt my hips to rock his shaft through my slick lips. His tentacles wrap around me, vibrating in waves up my belly and across my breasts. Another binds my hands behind my back, making my tits rub against his hard chest. His large hands grab my ass to help me glide back and forth against his length.

The sharp nip to my lip makes me pant into his mouth. He notches his cock at my entrance and steadies me as he sinks inside. That first stretch is impossible. I toss my head back and moan, swiveling my hips to help ease the sting. My pussy is wet, but he’s big. Inching down, I take more of him, and those feelers vibrate, sending a deep burst of pleasure to my core.

“Oh, fuck, your cock. It’s?—”

“You like to feel me take you, claim your pussy all over again?” He thrusts, sinking deeper, and at the same time, his finger teases down my crack and pushes into my ass.

“Yes. It feels so good,” I moan.

“That’s it, sweet Violet. You’re so responsive and you take me so well. Such a good lover.”

His praise bathes me in light, soaking into my skin and sliding through my veins. I feel cherished and sexy, as though I’m responsible for taking this rugged a man apart. I squeeze around him, lifting off his cock, then taking him again in a slow slide.

Bjorn sucks along my neck and uses his strength to help me glide up and down. It’s sensation overload. I ride him while his finger fucks my ass, and his tentacles hold me. They vibrate, squeeze, and suck along my skin even as they keep me bound for him. I pant and moan, loving the feel of him all around me.

When I can finally take all of him, I ride him with abandon. He thrusts into me from below, his thick cock massaging my walls with feelers, adding another layer to the pleasure. Together, we give in to passion. It’s an all-consuming heat that makes our movements languid andunhurried. I feel as if all I am is wrapped up in this moment.

The anchor that ties us together pulls tight in a kind of squeeze that I can feel in my soul and see in his eyes as I pull his face back to me. Our eyes lock as I grind down on him, moaning at the way the bulge at the base tugs on my lips and teases me open.

Bjorn roars, “Yes, Wildcat, work your pussy on my knot.”

He grabs my hips and pulls me closer, fucking me in fast, deep pumps. His tentacles keep me bound tightly, and that reminder of his possession helps me let go. I throw my head back and come in a rush.

“That’s it. Now I’m going to fill you with my cum and mark you as mine.” His hips punctuate his words and the swelling base of his cock wedges inside on an aching stretch. He comes in pulsing jets, flooding my insides. He thrusts his hips, and more spurts flood my pussy.

I moan at the pressure. It almost feels as if there are little pleasure beads inside his cum, but the sensation is so different I can’t be sure. Whatever it is, it feels just as fucking amazing as last time, and I close my eyes as pleasure courses through me.

“Sweet mate,” he coos, wrapping me in his arms, the two of us breathing rapidly. “You’re mine now. I can’t bear to live without you.”

“Bjorn,” I plead. I want to belong to him, for him to be mine and to let the softness between us grow until all our hurt places are no longer tender. My chest thumps wildly and my lips find his, a reassurance or a promise.

We stay like that, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the morning, until we’re both exhausted. We fall back into the sheets, covered in cum, and nap the day away.