He ripped off my panties like they were made of nothing at all, exposing my wet pussy to the night air, and his growl at the scent of my arousal had me nearly preening. The sensation of his eyes running along every curve of my body was like a fucking drug, and I needed more.
Choosing to help this along, I anchored my hands behind his neck and lifted my hips, angling myself right over his cock. I moved slowly, letting my wetness trail along his ridged hardness, shivering at the strangely textured skin. I’d never felt anything like it. Even my vibrators paled in comparison to this, and I’d purchased some doozies in my day.
His hold on me tightened, while the suction cups under the shaft of his dark tentacles felt along my skin like tiny tongues. My eyes were already rolling as I swiveled my entrance over the head of his cock, then back down again ever so slowly. His nails dug into my skin as I ground on him.
A little voice in my head warned me to be careful, but I drowned it out with pleasure. The voice told me he was too big to fit, that he’d tear me in half and fuck my corpse until he was sated. To that, I said,Finally…
With a deep, impatient growl, he thrust his hips forward, impaling me wholly until I could practically feel him in my throat.
I screamed, my voice reverberating off of every tree that surrounded us, skipping over the glassy surface of the swamp. A flock of birds startled into the air, soaring overhead. I noticed belatedly that the crickets had stopped chirping, and even the fireflies had dimmed to barely there lights in the distance, keeping far away from the two of us.
That was when the song began again. The voice I’d heard on the wind, the one that had lured me out here in the rain, was singing to me again, emanating from Kazimir’s chest as he sunk deep into me. It was a melodic hum that sounded like multiple voices at once. The voice wrapped around my whole body, caressing every part of me. I peered up into his eyes, noting the way they seemed to glow even brighter now, the emerald green ring shining against an endless black void.
Desperation clawed at me, begging me to move, and so I did. With my legs wrapped around his hips, I ground myself down on his cock, tears leaking out of the corner of my eyes at the pain of the impossible stretch. He groaned deeply, and all the while, that song never paused. It was definitely coming from Kaz, but I couldn’t understand how he was doing it.
The thick tentacles tightened before gently raising me up. His cock dragged through my wetness, nearly coming out entirely by the time I was lifted off of his hips. I whimpered, feeling too empty and needing him to fill me again before I lost my mind. As if he read my thoughts, he grinned and slammed me back down until I was fully seated again. My eyes rolled back as he fucked me faster now, moving my body for me as I hung there limp in his grasp. He used my body like I was a puppet, as if I were as light as a feather, a tool for his pleasure.
A hand snaked upwards between my breasts, skimming along my skin in near reverence. He hooked a claw in the hem of my night shirt and shredded it right down the center, letting the fabric fall away into the dark water. His tongue was on me immediately, licking my hardened nipples until I moaned in exquisite agony. Every touch felt like fire, and every lick was ecstasy.
I rolled my hips as he slammed me down into his length, seeking out the ridges of his cock. Each bump and scale dragged against my contracting walls, creating friction that built slowly into a punishing heat. He was so large that every time I bottomed out, my clit would rub against his scales, causing my thighs to shake with pleasure.
“Oh god…” I groaned, my head lolling to the side as my eyes rolled back. His thrusts became faster and shorter, hitting a spot inside of me that had me seeing stars. “Oh shit…oh god!” My moans were breathy and choked, and I could barely get a word out.
“I’m your god now, sad one,” he rumbled as his hand moved from my bare breasts to my throat, closing around it just tight enough that it was painful but still allowing me to breathe. Bringing our faces closer, Kaz showed his sharp teeth, his nostrils flaring as he breathed me in, his thrusts never once stopping or slowing down. “When your soul cries out for absolution, I will be the one that answers. Your god, your master, your undoing…”
At his words, my body came alive. A declaration like that should have terrified me, but I wanted it. I wanted Kazimir to be my god. I’d worship at his altar for an eternity if he’d fuck me like this. Then he finally kissed me. We were a tangle of limbs and lips, and I let him devour me, his forked tongue slipping into my mouth like a serpent. I drank the taste of him down greedily, knowing I needed more.
The water rippled around us, and my eyes flew open. Long, dark shapes rose out of the water, moonlight glinting off of their shiny surface. While two of his tentacles held me aloft, the six others created a tangle around us, one twining through the long strands of my hair to hold my head back, exposing my neck, while two others swirled around my puckered breasts, their suction cups plucking at my nipples while I squirmed.
He kept up his pace relentlessly, slamming his cock up into my tight pussy that contracted and spasmed around it. His teeth were gritted tightly now as his face grew sharper and feral. I was coming hard in seconds as my nipples were stroked and his hand tightened around my throat painfully. It came in waves of unyielding pleasure, and my moans grew louder, even as his fingers tightened, making me choke.
I began to squirt, releasing the pressure inside of me, and it spurted out onto Kazimir’s abdomen, coating his already slick scales with my wetness. At this, I felt him throb inside me, a wet heat beginning to fill me up as he came.
A pressure nudged at my ass, and my eyes locked onto Kaz, wide and shocked. His cock was still thrusting in and out of me while a rogue tentacle pushed at my back entrance, begging for me to welcome him inside. I was no stranger to anal, but it was very rare that I’d encountered a man that knew what he was doing. Still, I had zero worries that Kaz would be a fumbling idiot about it. In fact, his tentacle was already swirling around in our combined wetness, slicking itself through his dripping cum as it leaked out of me.
Then he brushed it against my ass again at the same time he ran his tongue up the side of my throat and tickled the shell of my ear. “Let me in, sad one, and I’ll make you feel things you’ve never imagined were possible. I’ll have you begging for relief before tonight is over.”
I let my body relax, and that spurred Kaz on as he slipped that tentacle into my ass, already coated with my juices. I moaned as he stretched my hole, grinding down on his cock with need growing steadily inside of me. I wanted more…needed more right this second. The tentacle sunk in deeply, the little suction cups tickling my walls as he began to thrust. I’d never felt sensations like this, and soon, I was a shaking, writhing mess. My eyes rolled back in my head as he fucked me, both with his cock in my pussy and his tentacle in my ass.
He kissed me again, silencing my moans, his forked tongue slipping into my mouth as I greedily kissed him back, sinking my hands into the long curtain of his wet black hair. His skin was slippery and soft like a snake, and I couldn't help but want to rub myself all over him. We devoured each other greedily as we fucked hard. The slaps of our skin echoed through the trees, and soon, the sound of whispers filled the night. I didn’t open my eyes but could swear that I felt hundreds of eyes on me, salivating over my every moan.
When I finally came, it was violent. My whole body shook, utterly racked with insane pleasure that filled my body like liquid fire. I screamed into Kazimir’s mouth, and he groaned back as his cock pulsed inside my pussy, hot jets of cum coating my insides and leaking out of me into the water.
He ripped his mouth from mine and pulled my head backwards with a fist full of my hair. My eyes were already hazing over as the aftershocks of my orgasms hit me. I moaned as his mouth opened wide and that hauntingly beautiful song once again emanated from deep inside of him, lulling me into a strange state of calmness, slowing down the beating of my heart. Suddenly, all I wanted to do was sleep for a long, long time.
"I have a secret," he whispered. I blinked at him, not understanding. His eyes sparkled with both mischief and pride as he lowered his lips to my ear. "Peter didn't kill himself that night, but his suffering…was exquisite."
With his mouth open wide, Kazimir held my face between his fingers as he stared into my eyes, that green ring glowing so bright, it was all I could focus on. Then he sucked in deep breath after deep breath, and that familiar pull in the center of my chest stretched towards him.
My mouth opened as my head tilted back, and those tendrils of ghostly white mist flowed from me to him. It took less than ten seconds for my eyes to flutter shut as his lullaby sang me to sleep.
Iris
Icrunched my way through dead leaves that littered the ground, holding my sweater tightly to myself as the wind picked up. I was exhausted and my whole body ached after what I’d done last night, but it was a good kind of ache, one that brought a small smile to my lips when I daydreamed about every touch, every kiss, and every thrust.
I’d slept like the dead today, and the sun was already setting behind the trees. The first thing I did after waking up was scour the dusty old kitchen for a coffee maker. I found my mom’s old Keurig and fired that bad boy up. Luckily, I never left for a trip without bringing my coffee with me. Sure, I’d spiked the coffee with whiskey, but it still counted as my morning pick-me-up, right? I’d just needed a little boost, and it worked. I’d drunk three cups before I began to feel human again, then decided it was time pay a visit to a place I’d been avoiding since coming back to this fucking house.
The old groundskeeper’s cottage was nestled at the back of the property, not far away from the boathouse. It backed up against seven rows of trees that made up the orchard that blended into the wooded swamp. It was a small two-bedroom cottage with an old tin roof, a stone chimney, and an arched wooden front door painted bright crimson red.