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Chapter 26

Erik

I take in the sight of the spectacular woman spread before me. Her skin is flushed and dotted with perspiration, her thighs soaked from her release, and she lies back on a nest of limbs that ebb and flow beneath her.

Each moment I spend with her is a surprise. She welcomes every challenge; any setback to her freedom is merely something to be overcome. Even now, as I surround her with my monstrous form, she accepts me with open arms.

By nature, I resist this form on land, but there have been moments I have itched for the efficiency it affords me. But its convenience comes with a price. Phorkys is present just below the surface. I feel Him lending me this body as I always do; it is the source of my fear, the simmering itch of his presence that whispers in my mind, urging me to take whatever I desire.

But something has changed. Instead of the loud impatience to which I’ve grown accustomed, the monster seems content to merely hum in the background of my mind.

At first, He overwhelmed my lower half when Lillian requested intimacy. But by the time I realized what had happened, she had already seen. I thought, in that moment, that I lost her. That my weakness finally revealed to her how wretched I truly am.

I never could have guessed that instead of fear, she would greet the monster with…

No. I shall not dwell, nor shall I question the blessings of Odin. I will not doubt her sincerity, even if it does defy nature.

I have been granted a glorious gift: my treasure, spread before me, and an abundance of limbs with which to cherish her.

All of my arms surround her. Suckers pinch and attach to sensitive points across her body, latching onto the creases of her knees and the hollow of her throat. Arms twist about her ribcage, massaging her trunk and exploring the stretch of her soft skin. Tips brush against her nipples and clitoris, stiffening the pink buds into turgid peaks. The tentacle probing her backside pulses and twists against the inner ring of muscles, and I delight in the sensation of her.

The way I perceive the world in my shifted form is so much louder, so much brighter than that of my human form. My arms are only the beginning. The texture of her skin is mapped in a thousand nerve endings at my fingertips, translating and relaying from limb to limb to communicate how best to serve her pleasure. The cups that pluck and tease her pink, pebbled nipples take in every pucker and quiver of her softness, resonating with each shudder.

Their reactions inform the slow binding twist of my arms at her waist, raising or lowering her as needed to coax the perfect gasp from her pouting lips.

Vision becomes feeling, sound becomes taste, as my senses coalesce. Every limb becomes its own center for thought and sensation: seeing, tasting, smelling. As I explore her with my tentacles, it is as if I am seeing and tasting every place I touch.

Every sense, consumed by Lillian.

Her body rumbles with a moan, and I feel it radiate through my limbs. Oh, how I glory in her happiness!

Of course, I do not merely explore her for her pleasure. Every sensation in her body is magnified in mine. Each shudder and gasp sets my nerves alight with rapturous sparks, relaying across my skin like a lightning storm. It makes me greedy, hungry for more of her. I want to draw out every ounce, drink it from her pores, until she is completely sated.

Lillian unfolds under my attention like the treasure map of the Pirate Queen from the book she reads to me; I follow every twist and turn across her latitudes to find my prize at the end.

She is the journey, and she is the destination.

My treasure.

She gasps as the words ring true in her mind as they do in mine, a mantra I cannot resist repeating again and again as I push and pulse against her entrance. A moan like music falls from her lips, and I can no longer resist tasting her on my tongue.

I dive between my limbs, dropping my head between her slick folds once more and glorying in the salty tang of her. Every sense becomes taste as her juices saturate my tongue. She reminds me of the ocean. Of my life, hundreds of years since past, when I, too, crossed an ocean in search of gold and glory.

Erik!

Her beautiful voice rings in my mind as her body opens to me, and my tentacle pushes deeper inside. It is time to fulfill her fantasies, the ones she hides within her mind. The shelter becomes dappled and unfocused at the edges of my vision as my tentacles begin to secrete a lubricating gel. It is frustrating, as it clouds my vision, but I know it will make the process more pleasurable for her.

My tentacles see and feel as one sensation. Slick with their secretion, they probe her back hole, relaying shivers of pleasure throughout my body as she squeezes me. My human organ responds enthusiastically as the pressure travels from the ends of my limbs to my center. It is almost as good as if I were thrusting my cock inside her, the sensation is so complete. She writhes above me, and her sweet honey thickens around my tongue.

She is close. Her pussy leaks into my mouth as I thrust inside of her ass.

Do you like the feel of me inside you? My tentacles twist within her, the suckers scraping against her inner walls, and her hips buck. Tell me, please.

Yes, she replies, and it is like a whimper even as she thinks it. I smile into her center, rubbing her swollen button with my nose. It is my favorite quirk of female anatomy, this bundle of nerves above her center. I breathe in the scent of her womanhood, heady and tangy, and it amplifies the sensations ricocheting through my limbs.

She keens. “Yes, God—Erik, yes !”

Through it all, I do not hear an iota of shame or fear. How is it that I have been so blessed to have been found by such a woman as Lillian? With a sharp tongue and clever mind, a curious spirit, hair like the fairest gold and a body that could launch a thousand ships? If I were not so sure of my own damnation, I would swear that I had at last passed from this mortal torture and been rewarded with Valhalla.

Until she clenches down upon my tentacle, and the overwhelming grip pulls me back to earth.

My own release threatens to spill forth as my torso tightens with ecstasy.

The rest of my limbs squirm in impatience, seeking the peak of the pleasure building within me. I feel every bit of contact with my limbs as if it is a hundred fingertips, sensitive and probing, seeking, yearning. I want to surround her with my body, only to drown inside her soft and welcoming heat.

It’s so good, Erik! She screams to me wordlessly, her mouth slack and drooling around a wordless cry. How is it so good?

It is you, I think. You are incredible, my treasure. I want you. I need you…

Her eyes find mine, and the connection of our gaze threatens to overwhelm me. It is like our first night together, when she prevented me from losing myself, except now…

I know the fire burning in her eyes is not some outside force. It is not Keto, just as mine is not Phorkys. We are still Lillian and Erik. Our bodies can contain a heat that burns hotter than that of mere mortals. Together, we are more than human. We are–

“Lillian!” I scream, and then her face swims out of view. My tentacles reach of their own accord, wrapping her in my full embrace. I entwine her arms and legs and trunk with all of my limbs, drawing her closer until our centers grind together. Her lower lips, slippery with want, split around the length of my cock, and my entire body trembles with the anticipation of burying myself within her.

“Fuck!” I hear her voice, muffled amidst the mass of swirling tentacles, and I part the sea of limbs to find her face. Her cheeks, pink with excitement, dimple from the force of her giddy grin. “You know how to manhandle a girl, dontchya?”

“I do not see a girl.” I pull her in closer, brushing away the errant strands of gold that fly about her face. I comb my fingers through her long, soft locks, then cradle the nape of her neck in my hand as I press my lips to hers. “Only a woman. And I will handle her in any way she permits.”

She crashes her mouth back to mine, swiping her tongue against my lips until I open for her. When she penetrates me with her tongue, I return the favor: lining myself up against her entrance and sliding home.

It is bliss .

Sweet, perfect bliss.

She groans into my mouth, and I feel her arms wriggle against my hold. A series of small pops sound as I peel my suckered tentacles off of her upper half, and she uses her newfound freedom to wrap herself around my shoulders. She drapes over me, her small, human fingers digging into the meat of my back and denting my skin with her nails. My tentacles surround us, and I sink into her body in every way I know how.

My senses are on fire. Everything is more intense in this form—even my human parts are alive with touch and smell and taste and sight. I taste her wherever our bodies make contact, which is everywhere. Every point our bodies grip, squeeze, and rub together is like her essence exploding upon my tongue.

Even as I let her go, she grasps me right back, and I return the sensual embrace by twisting my freed arms—human and otherwise—around her back.

She sighs as she rubs herself up and down my length. I use my grip on her legs to assist her, suctioning hard around her thighs and binding her in spirals down to her ankle—making sure to keep the grip around her injury gentle. I pulse her body up and down, meeting her with a rhythm of my own as my hips move in concert with my limbs.

She weaves her fingers through my hair, and even that sets my senses aflame. The world dims around me to accommodate the overwhelm buffeting each of my other senses: as taste and feel become more intense, sight and sound fade away, until it is like we are once again underwater.

This is how I feel pleasure, the monster whispers. My eyes burst open to see if Lillian hears His voice, but her head is thrown back and her eyes fluttering closed, a soundless cry of pleasure floating on her pillowy lips. My own eyes shutter as I allow my sight to dim once more, assured that He whispers only to me.

It is incredible, I confess to Him. I did not know it was possible to feel pleasure so complete.

More awaits you, Erik. If you seek it…

The voice fades, as all the sound around me fades, and my sense of touch encompasses me completely. The wet velvet of Lillian’s channel squeezes my cock as I bottom out inside her, and my entire monstrous body clenches from head to tips.

My arms and legs constrict, practically crushing the woman in my grip, but I cannot stop now. We are tied together in a knot of overwhelming pleasure, the waves of sensation cresting until–

Erik!

Lillian!

I explode. A jet of my release bursts within her, and the feeling of it is so overwhelming it is as if I can see the streams penetrate and fill her womb. My senses blend and twist until I no longer know what is real and what is a sex-induced hallucination.

Lillian gasps and I loosen my grip on her immediately, worry assaulting me. Odin help me if I ever hurt this woman…

But she is trembling. Not with fear, or pain.

All-consuming pleasure.

Shaking, her fingers spread and gnarled like claws, she consumes me as wholly as I have her. The sounds emanating from her break through the sense-queer fog and overwhelm encompassing my brain, and when her voice hits my ears, pure happiness fills my chest.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck, Erik , yes!”

She squeezes me again, and I allow myself once more to give over to pure touch, pure sensation, as her climax crests with mine.

More awaits you, Erik. If you seek it…