Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
The wave of sheer rage makes me shake, and I have to close my eyes and focus on breathing for a moment. I am not particularly violent by nature. I defend my territory to the best of my ability, but my first response will never be violence if there’s another course of action.
Yet I want to find whoever hurt Catalina and drag them into the deep. Hold them there until the last of their air escapes. Leave them behind for predators to find and dispose of.
The force of my feelings surprises me.
Equally surprising is how much I want to wrap her up and hold her until that lost look leaves her eyes. Until she believes she’s worth fighting for. I don’t understand where these impulses come from, and I feel a bit like . . .
We have a legend among my people. Long ago, we had a queen named Tatiana who fell in love with one of the Cŵn Annwn and had a child with them. Then the realms parted unexpectedly, and she was separated from her love and her child. She fell into despair and descended into the depths to mourn. She stayed there so long, her grief so strong, that the coral reef eventually overtook her, her body calcifying.
I feel like that.
Except I’ve awoken.
“Thane, I swear to god, if you’re about to say something gentle, I might scream.” Catalina’s voice is ragged, her fingers digging into my tentacles. “Please don’t ruin this.”
I understand in that moment that she won’t accept kindness from me. Not tonight. Not like this. But I know what she will accept. I take a breath and let this strange mood settle over me. I don’t know what it means, or if it means anything at all. Maybe Catalina is simply the catalyst for my breaking out of unending grief. Even now it’s there, lingering along the edges. I don’t think it will ever go away, and part of me never wants it to.
I can give her this, though. I don’t know if it’s what she needs, but it’s what she’ll accept, and that’s almost as good. “Catalina.”
She presses her lips together and then seems to make a decision. She relaxes into my hold. “Yes?”
“You may be as loud as you like.” I relish the surprise on her face, but only for a moment. My goal is far too close to hesitate now.
I lift her until her body is even with my chest. Then I do what I’ve been thinking about since the day I brought her to my tower. I press my mouth to her pussy. Her gasp is as perfect as her taste. I drag my tongue through her folds. You taste like the sea. Like home. Later, that thought will concern me. Right now, I need more.
There is no careful control as I feast on her. Every cry from her lips only spurs me onward. I don’t know when I closed my eyes, but I try to open them, to watch her. Catalina is completely lost to the pleasure I’m giving her. She writhes among my tentacles, her body shaking and ragged sobs sounding in the air between us.
More.
I’m so hard, I can’t think straight. It’s a state I’ve become much accustomed to in the past couple of weeks. Every time I close my eyes, I see her, feel her, hear her. I’ve imagined this very moment more times than I want to admit.
“Thane, please.”
I press my forehead to her stomach and try to focus. My hands are shaking. Why are my hands shaking? “I will give you my cock, Catalina. I promise. But allow me to bring you to release first.”
“I can’t wait.” She shifts restlessly, and it brings me far too much satisfaction to tighten my hold on her oh so briefly. To keep her legs splayed wide and her pussy available to me. It pleases me so much, I lick her again and move back up to her clit. Catalina cries out. “Your cock! Please, Thane!”
“In a moment.” It’s been months since my last regular bed partner. Too long. When I finally sink my cock into Catalina’s wet pussy, I don’t have much faith in my ability to keep myself from cumming on the spot. I’m shaking just from having her in my arms, and my cock is so hard, I’m getting a little worried about blood flow. The very least I can do is ensure she reaches completion first.
Next time will be better. Next time, I will fuck her until I feel her cum around my cock.
Next time.
I press a single finger into her. A few careful strokes, and then I wedge a second finger into her pussy. I’m not small even by my people’s standards. Compared to Catalina, I’m practically a giant.
This has to be good for her. I don’t want to hurt her in my eagerness.