Chapter 71 – Harder (18 )
Lux’s mouth never stopped moving. His lips were worshipping her skin like every inch of her was sacred and entirely his. His teeth grazed the soft flesh of her breasts, nipping, licking, sucking one nipple after another, drawing ragged gasps from her throat every ti his tongue flicked across the sensitive peaks.
Her tentacles were wild now, wrapping tighter around him, gripping his shoulders, his waist, his back. The suckers pulsed with desperate affection, planting wet, fevered kisses along his heated skin. They clung like living extensions of her desire, unable—unwilling—to let him go.
"Ah—Lux..." she breathed, breaking on her tongue as his hips moved, as he pushed deeper inside her with every slow, precise thrust.
Lux groaned against her skin, the sound low and primal, vibrating through his chest as though the pleasure was pulling him closer to the edge along with her.
But he wasn’t losing control—not yet. No, this was still him, guiding, commanding, owning the mont. He was thodical in the way only a demon who’d spent centuries perfecting his craft could be.
He shifted slightly, adjusting the angle—deeper. The sensation made her vision blur. Her back arched off the mattress, her tentacles jerking, wrapping even more possessively around him, pulling him closer, as though trying to fuse them together entirely.
Her moans grew louder. Less controlled. Less human.
He felt massive inside her—thick, hard, filling every inch of her so perfectly it was maddening. Like her body had been made for him. Like they were two pieces of sothing ancient finally locking together.
Lux’s hands slid beneath her thighs, lifting them, forcing her open wider, granting him full, unrestrained access. His shaft dragged slowly through her walls as he pulled back—then slamd into her again with a wet, devastating force.
Her breath caught. Stars danced behind her eyelids.
"Good girl," he whispered into her ear, his voice molten. "Wider. Let have all of you."
And help her—she obeyed.
Her legs fell open, spreading wider beneath him as her tentacles gripped him tighter, encouraging, desperate for more. She didn’t want him to hold back. Not now. Not when her body was craving sothing this completely. Sothing dark. Sothing dangerous.
Her mind scread that this was insane.
She was a Kraken.
A powerful heiress.
A creature of the sea who believed marriage was nothing but an expensive scam.
And here she was—legs spread wide, body offered freely—letting a demon she barely knew dominate her completely.
And not just any demon.
Lux.
A literal CFO of Hell, who whispered like temptation itself and fucked like it was an art form.
Her heartbeat was out of control now—pounding in her chest, hamring in her ears.
’This is madness. This is madness. This is—’
He thrust again—deeper.
Her entire body jolted.
Her tentacles flared wide as her toes curled involuntarily. Her nipples ached as his mouth returned to them, sucking one between his lips while his hips continued that brutal, beautiful rhythm. Each ti his shaft bottod out inside her, the impact shot sparks through her nervous system.
Her mouth fell open as a helpless, breathless sound escaped:
"Ah—hah—"
He grinned against her skin. She could feel his smirk as his teeth scraped her sensitive nipple. He was enjoying her unraveling, savoring every crack in her composure.
Lux’s voice dropped lower, barely a growl now.
"Look at you," he whispered. "Opening yourself to like this. Your body knows exactly who it belongs to."
Her mind flickered again—logic warring with raw sensation.
She should push him off. She could.
She wasn’t helpless.
She was Kraken-blooded, water-bound, able to summon waves and currents and drown her enemies.
And yet—her tentacles only held him tighter. Clung to him like vines, suction cups sealing against his skin, tasting him, worshipping him.
Her body wanted him inside her.
Her womb ached for him.
The thought hit her like another wave.
Womb.
She rembered what he’d said earlier—to that goddess. About children. About wanting a child. About wanting more than power and gold.
And sohow, so terrifying, exhilarating part of her wanted it too.
Her womb clenched around him instinctively, her body pulling him deeper, greedier. Welcoming his ’investnt’ like so feral part of her longed to carry his mark—not just in her body tonight, but permanently.
"Damn..." she gasped through panting breaths, eyes wide and wild. "I’ve lost my mind."
Lux looked down at her with that perfect, devastating smile. His red eyes glowed faintly as if reading her every unspoken thought. As if he knew.
His voice purred against her ear.
"You haven’t lost it," he whispered. "You’ve finally set it free."
He punctuated it with another thrust—harder, faster—sending a jolt through her belly that made her cry out again.
"Ahh—Lux!"
Her tentacles danced now in complete surrender—two of them wrapping around his neck gently, another massaging his back as if feeding on his power. Her suckers kissed his sweat-slicked skin, tasting salt and sin and the heat of a demon who held nothing back.
His rhythm changed—growing more feral now, hips snapping into hers with relentless, hungry force. Each stroke knocked the breath from her lungs, each movent sinking him so deep she could barely comprehend where she ended and he began.
The bed creaked beneath them; the air grew hotter.
The scent of sex, salt, and infernal heat filled her senses.
She was drowning—and she loved every second of it.
Her rational mind was gone now, buried under waves of need.
Her body begged him.
More. Deeper. Harder. Don’t stop.
Her heart whispered the forbidden truth.
Give him everything. Let him claim you fully.
She had never wanted anything more dangerous than she wanted Lux in this mont.
Her mind no longer tried to argue. Logic had drowned minutes ago beneath the waves of pleasure, submission, and the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress like gravity itself had decided to punish her for ever thinking she could resist.
Lux drove into her with that sa relentless rhythm, his shaft grinding deep against every trembling nerve inside her, hitting that perfect place again and again, until every breath beca a desperate moan.
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