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Chapter 25

Lillian

M y body is suspended in the stifling air of our lakeside shelter, my head inches from the slanted roof. Erik’s–Phorkys’s?–tentacles are wrapped around my waist and legs, lifting me with three while pawing at my breasts with two more, as the remaining three spill about the cabin as if searching for even more of me to explore. I swallow greedily as Erik searches my eyes with disbelief.

“Lillian. My treasure, you wish–”

“Yes,” I practically gush (well, to be honest, I’ve been gushing ever since Erik’s transformation), panting as I feel the thick tentacles pulse around me and knead into my flesh. “Fuck yes!”

I expect to see disappointment, disgust, or panic on his face. After all, Erik has been crucifying himself over his monstrous half the entire time we’ve been together on this little island. I can only assume that he finds my perversion disgusting. Wrong. Unforgivable, even.

Maybe this is the moment when he’ll finally learn that of the two of us, I’m the real deviant, the actual monster: craving things like tentacle sex so much that I’m having literal wet dreams about it on a near daily basis ever since drowning in the lake. Ever since I read that book. Ever since I learned it was possible, my thighs have been squeezing at the mere suggestion that the monster might take over his body and claim me for its own.

To be fair, my mind always kind of glosses over the “being filled with Phorkys’s eggs” part of that equation. I haven’t even thought about the possibility of kids (let alone monster demigod kids) since the doctor’s diagnosis of my infertility. The idea that I could literally birth a brood of aquatic young is dubious at best, so why even consider it? Why let that stop me from living out a literal fantasy of hot tentacle sex?

Especially if I get to look at Erik’s top half while it all happens.

Another rush of fluid warms my upper thighs as I take in my captor. His linebacker-wide shoulders. His eight-pack abs. His arms, Jesus fucking Christ his arms that are as thick around as my fucking calves— fuck me this man is exquisite. Half of the reason I’ve been going so mad over the past four days is because it’s been agony to be rejected by him every night since our crazy hot hookup.

I’ve only known him for a week, but I already miss the guy, dammit.

He’s sweet and considerate and gorgeous and…

And he’s looking at me with so much heat, my entire core is set alight.

His eyes are glowing with lust. Not monster-glowing, not the fluorescent cyan that I saw in the underwater cave when I was first rescued and cursed. No, his eyes are like black opals in the light of the fire: the crystal gray smokey with desire and flickering with the embers of every possible thing he’s about to do to me.

It’s heady as fuck, and I’m here for every second of it.

“You know what you are asking of me?” He growls, and yep–another gush. Fuck I’m drenched for him. “What I plan to do to your pert–” he plucks a nipple, and I whimper– “round–” the tip of a free tentacle grazes down my ribs, and my voice turns into a whine– “ eager body?”

“Tell me,” I pant, lashes fluttering across my cheeks as I lean my head back in pure bliss and anticipation?—

“Eyes!” He bellows, and fuck if my whole body doesn’t snap open at the command, finding his fiery gaze in an instant.

A toothy smile I can only describe as feral uncurls across his face like a bow. “I am going to explore it with every limb until you release each precious piece from your chest of treasure. I’m going to take it all. Every jewel, every creamy drop of honey, and every sweet song that crosses your lips. I will make you sing for me, my bird. Only for me. Until my monster is satisfied.”

My mouth gapes as I stare at him, this poor tortured soul who looks as though he’s finally been set free from his captor. His human fingers ghost across my face, swiping away a few errant hairs and tucking them behind my ear before curling around my jaw and cupping my cheek tenderly.

Warmth swims in his gaze, gooey and affectionate for a moment, the tiniest respite from the hunger that accompanied his words. Like he’s asking one last time for my permission to free the beast he’s kept hidden from me since the moment we first spoke.

“Take me, Erik.”

And he does.

The limbs wrapped around my calves twist themselves further up my thighs, bending my knees up as my waist is drawn down and baring my center until I’m hovering spread-eagle in front of Erik’s chest. Two more tentacles sweep forward to cushion my back and shoulders and secure my arms behind my back, and I’m amazed at the sheer size of this half-man, half-octopus form of his.

I don’t even know if an octopus this size exists in nature, with arms easily twelve feet long or more, and thick as tree trunks where they split from his waist, twisting and expanding from his obliques and obscuring any human organs that might still be hiding out under the massive collection of tentacles. His body takes up the entire lean-to. While it wasn’t ever that big of a shelter, it was still the size of a small bedroom. Seeing the grayish-purple arms folded and curled across every inch of ground and wall and gripping my body with their little suckers is…

Well, it’s terrifying. Exhilarating.

Hot, I think to myself, as the image of his tentacles thrusting in and out of me, holding my wet, glistening pussy lips open as a sucker attaches to my clit and the limbs alternate, pushing and pulling me to orgasm–

A low, sexy chuckle rumbles through his chest, sending a vibrating shockwave through each of the tentacles wrapped around me. I shudder at the sensation, and I feel my empty insides clench with desire. I’ve got to be leaking like a faucet down there. I’ve never been more aroused in my life.

Your thoughts are so loud, my treasure, he speaks to me in my mind. Loud and erotic and delightful.

It’s like something in him snapped when I admitted that I wanted this. The steel threads of control he used to contain this form have frayed and split, and he is embracing his full self in this moment, monster and all. And if I thought he was sexy before? It’s nothing compared to this.

This Erik isn’t afraid of what he wants. Not anymore.

And I’m more than happy to let him take it.

Then shut me up, Viking, I tease back. Make it so I can’t think of anything but you.

I’m still spread before him, held aloft by his giant tentacles, and he’s yet to even finger me. Then again, I’m so keyed up just from this, I doubt it’ll take me long at all to–

“Oh God!” I wail, as two things happen in concert to make me almost come on the spot.

First, two thick fingers thrust inside me and curl at just the right angle, tucking behind my pubic bone where that secret, sensitive spot hides. And then, the tiniest suction cup at the end of his last free tentacle closes around my clit.

It’s like he just targeted my pleasure centers in a controlled demolition. Every muscle in my body spasms and clenches in pure ecstasy as he wiggles his fingers mercilessly inside me while his tentacle does this pulsey-sucky thing on my clit that has me seeing stars.

My vision goes black as I shudder from head to toe, flailing helplessly in his hold while I come undone.

I don’t feel it happen, but I hear it. The sound of his fingers thrusting inside me goes from “stirring mac and cheese” to “belly flop at a waterpark.”

I just squirted— hard.

My eyes burst open and I look down just in time to see a literal fountain of fluid lessen to a trickle, leaving a mess of clear liquid dripping from Erik’s cheeks and beard. My face turns up to about a thousand degrees as I’m flooded with embarrassment. I’m about to apologize for the absolute mess I just made, but then I see his expression.

His eyes are lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree, and his tongue darts out to lick at the liquid covering his face like he’s Augustus Gloop at Willy Wonka’s fucking Chocolate Factory.

My orgasm is building too quickly for me to take in more, and my head falls back with pleasure as another wave starts to crest. It’s his fingers-–they’re relentless . Pushing and curling and scraping against my g-spot with unending fervor, while the kiss-like pulses of his tentacle pull at my clit in a perfect rhythm.

When two more suction cups attach at my nipples, I know I’m done.

I cry out, eyes fluttering open in time to see another gush of fluid burst out of me like a fountain. Erik’s eyes burn with satisfaction as he sees me fall apart a second time, tracking my pleasure in every part of my body: from the spurting geyser at my core, to my trembling breasts being massaged by his tentacles, up to my face, which is flushed and twisted with pleasure as I scream from the violence of my release.

A bed of tentacles cradles and pushes my ass up to his face, and his tongue laps at me, swirling around my folds. His beard and mustache tickle the sensitive skin of my thighs and bury in between my lips, scrubbing my most intimate parts as he wiggles his face back and forth and sucks my pussy greedily.

Laps turn to nibbles, nibbles to kisses. He trails his mouth lower. The tentacle takes back up the mantle of keeping my clit and pussy satisfied as his nose pokes against the stretch of skin between my holes, and I wriggle ineffectively.

“Erik!” I gasp. “That’s–”

“Have you ever explored this hole, Lillian?” He asks, stroking a single finger up and down along the crease of my ass. A shiver runs through me.

I’ve been waiting for this since our little talk about butt sex back on that first night together.

The contact feels good when he does it, despite the fact that the few times I have engaged in anal I haven’t really enjoyed it all that much. It takes a long time to work me up to it, and none of my partners in the past have been patient enough to take things at my pace. And they never use enough lube. But I also don’t know how to spell all of this out for him while I’m still reeling from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

He pulls back, and the limbs wrapping and teasing me let up a bit. I exhale, my body trembling still from aftershocks, as my nipples and clit are exposed to the relatively cool air of the shelter. Slowly, I reconnect with my body and breathe.

The fire has died back some. I must have lost track of time as Erik fucked me with his fingers. It felt instant, me coming when he touched me, but as I look around the shelter I wonder just how long Phorkys was speaking to us, how many minutes Erik waited before finally taking me at my word.

If it’s easier… his voice whispers in my head, and I physically sigh with relief as I realize I don’t have to find exact words if I just let him into my head. Still, I do my best to order my thoughts.

I’ve tried it. It’s never felt that good. It takes a while to work me up… my explanation fades away, and I can tell that he’s trying to read the unwinding threads of my spinning mind. I see his gaze dart to the fire, and in a flash three tentacles grasp at logs and toss them onto the dying blaze without adjusting their grip on me in the slightest.

Having eight separate, prehensile limbs in addition to two arms must be pretty fucking nice.

It has its advantages, Erik admits to me, shrugging. I grin. You wondered how I was able to build my shelters… it helps to have more than two hands.

One tentacle grabs a plate and uses it as a bellows to fan the flames, while another brushes some hair out of my face. The two at my pussy slowly resume their soft suckles and strokes. Yet another teases up the back of my legs, wedging itself in between my cheeks and finding my puckered hole.

A puff of breath resembling an “oh!” falls from my lips as the tiniest tip of the limb squishes itself against the tight ring, wiggling back and forth without pressing too far forward.

It feels odd at first, the easy, insistent pressure, then kinda nice. I find my eyes fluttering shut as I push back a little into the gentle probing and…

Oh.

It’s like the tightness just falls away, opening up to allow the tentacle easily past the outer ring, where it pushes ever so slightly inside until it reaches resistance again. I clench, but Erik’s hand strokes my thigh, and I meet his gaze.

“It is okay, my treasure. I will not hurt you.”

The confidence with which he says those five words releases the last bit of tension lingering in my heart.

I hadn’t realized how much his fear had been weighing on me. It’s really hard to give yourself over to someone who keeps telling you how broken they are. I’ve been wanting to trust him, believed I could, but he wouldn’t let me in.

It made me wary of him these last few days, and I was still holding onto some of that fear… but looking at him now, meeting his eyes and seeing the confidence there as he embraces his monstrous form, as he allows me to embrace him…

The final brick in the wall between us crumbles away.

My life as I knew it is over. And even if I had a chance of returning, I know now that I wouldn’t want to. Not when I could accept my circumstances and end up with a man like this.

No, not just a man like Erik.

Erik.

I want to give everything to this man, this beast. Who fought so hard to keep the humans of this land safe from an evil he didn’t fully understand. Who stood sentry at the precipice of an army of demigods swarming the Great Lakes, and stopped them in their tracks. Who would have let himself wallow away in loneliness and never feel the love of a woman—as a man or a monster—if the terrifying god living inside him didn’t set him free.

He deserves more than I could ever give him.

But he wants me. And I want him.

“I know you won’t,” I whisper.

“Will you let me take you like this?” He asks, as if I haven’t already given him permission to take me every way he could possibly imagine.

“I’m yours, Erik. Take me.”