Ocean’s Heart

by Isha Fáng

  I just need to get naked. I have to.

  Tear. Tear. Tear.

  I chuck all my clothes off, spit into my hand and grab my cock.“Where are you? Please…” My hand moves up and down, my balls tighten and prick with sensation, goosebumps cover me. “Please…” I writhe and whirl on the floor, my ass clenching and unclenching.

  Come. Come. Come.

  Gods, I need release, but not without penetration. It’s too painful to come without penetration. The throb in my ass is intense. My thighs quiver and a small sound comes out of me. I pump faster, squeezing my fingers tighter. “Oh, God…”

  Warm lips brush against mine, and I sigh in relief. “Thank you.”

  “The pleasure is mine.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “It’s all mine.” Grazing his lips over the shell of my ear, licking the flesh just below the ear and my back arches. His teeth graze over that sweet spot several times before sucking it.

  “Yes!” My legs search for him to wrap them around him. “I want to see you. God, how I wish I could see you right now.”

  “Do you now?” He bites just below my ear.

  My eyes flutter close. “Yes.”

  “I’ll grant you your wish then.” His hands cruise all over my body, finding their way to my hips. “Are you ready?”

  “I am. I am ready.” I pant, breathless and eager to see him. His silhouette was blurry when he first appeared in front of me. I knew even then… I could tell he was a good looking man.

  White lightning flashes, blinding, snaking the surrounding. I cover my eyes, but open them quickly once I know I can bear its glaring intensity.

  My breath catches and my hearts skip a beat when our gaze connects.

  “Hey there,” he smiles, his eyes darken, feral with need. Short dirty blond hair perfectly styled. Not a strand of hair is out of place even after the storm we were in. Unbelievable, yet here it is.

  My eyes rove over his face, drinking in the intense expression. Strong jaw, panty dropping smile, perfectly shaped nose and straight teeth.

  I imprint him in my head. I don’t think I’ll ever meet him again after today.

  I raise my hand and brush my knuckle across his cheek. “You are beautiful.”

  “Not as beautiful as you,” he smiles down, his thumbs gliding over my rear.

  “Flattery will get you plenty of things.”

  He throws his head back and laughs. My hearts hop a beat, then beats faster, and my whole being tingles. A shudder rolls through me as his laughter continues to float through the air.

  “Good to know,” he says and moves away. “Now you can see me.”

  I lift my upper body, but continue to rub my dick. My eyes widen, and a gasp spills past my lips. A chill skitters down my body that has nothing to do with fear. “W-what… What are y-you?” I scramble up, my legs shaky and like jelly from exhaustion. My shoulders pull back, the unstimulated orgasm surging up. It will render me boneless and oblivious of my surroundings any moment now.

  “I’m a cecaelia. In simple words, an Octoman. Half octopus, half human.” He shrugs his shoulders, a smile tugging his lips up. His green eyes gleam, amusement twinkling in them. His lower body—the tentacles are in water, but I can see them clearly, thanks to the light. Moving, slithering.

  Another tremor ripples through my body and I close my eyes for a beat or two.

  This is a dream. I’m dreaming. Whatever I’m hallucinating will disappear when I open my eyes. This is just a Dream.

  I open my eyes.

  Shit!

  Shit!

  “I can s-s-see that. But how? How is that possible?” I ask more to myself, unable to believe what I am seeing.

  “We are the descendants of Oceanus.”

  “The Greek god?” My hands continue to move on instinct. Even after the shock to my system, my body still demands attention to my cock. “But it’s a myth.”

  “It’s not. We are very much alive and very real.”

  Yeah. Very much.

  My hearts palpitates, pounding like a sledgehammer, my muddle head trying to make some sense of what I’m seeing, but my hearts don’t care. I don’t care.

  He is who he is.

  He is what he is.

  I don’t know why I’m not scared of him. He should scare me, right? But he doesn’t. In fact he makes my hearts sing, my body dance, and my soul feel alive.

  My legs buckle, and my fingers release my cock to save my face, but several tentacles surround me. One wraps around my cock, another around my waist and another around my neck, gently laying me back on the ground.

  The slimy, soft, velvety tentacles around my dick feels amazing. My eyes roll into my head, sending a shock through my system.

  Good lord, who would have thought getting jerked by a tentacle can be this rewarding?

  The wet, squishy round cups under the tentacle’s arm, gripping my dick, sucking the sides with strength… it sends my blood pumping, rushing down to my balls, my ears buzz, my breathing shallow.

  I feel so much, yet less.

  Gods, I need more. More.

  I’m lost to the feel of him around my cock, lost to the way he’s touching me.

  Alls forgotten about who and what he is. What he did. How he did it.

  I start when I’m lifted off the ground. Eyes wide, I grip his shoulders and I frantically look around.

  He pulls me closer to him, his limbs exploring, coasting across my body. “You are beautiful. So beautiful,” he says, voice roughening. He leans forward and kisses me, his tongue flicking over the side of my lips.

  My back slams against a rough surface. He’s moved us toward a wall without my noticing the movement..

  His fingers find their way to my hair, and tilt my head back. He kisses the hollow between my collarbone, and a whimper shivers past my throat. My lips quiver, the wet, shuddering breath ghosting against his hair.

  His tongue coast around my chest, tongues flicking, licking, roving lazily over my tiny nipples. I tremble and shake, feeling too much. So much.

  I gasp, my eyes widen and breath hitches when two of his tentacles coast over my rear, squeezing, massaging, parting them in an exquisite way.

  It is sin to be serviced like this. It’ll ruin me, but I fucking don’t care. Fucking doesn’t matter if I’ll never experience this ever again.

  I want it. Want him.

  Pleasuring me.

  Feeling me.

  Loving my body.

  Tears burn my eyes, when a third tentacle massages my puckered hole. I lick my dry, salty lips, chew the corner of my lip when the tip of his tentacle enters my ass effortlessly and his tongue lavishes plenty of attention on my nipples.

  My hands graze over his back, rubbing, circling lazily, and feeling his heart hammer, his soft skin sparkling.

  A moan spills out of my throat when those suckers on his tentacle suck on my prostate.

  Dear, God! That is… it’s just… oh my god!

  “Ungh… oh my.”

  “You like that?” He looks up, ocean green eyes gleaming with such wickedness and challenge. Another moan breezes out of me. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  “It’s a… hell yes!” I breathe, slipping my finger into his dirty blond hair. “Hell yes!” I clench his hair and pull his face up closer. “More…” I raise my brow.

  “Kalon. My name is Prince Kalon,” he whispers and before kissing my lips again. His one hand holds my face, his other massages my balls.

  I feel him everywhere. Every fucking where.

  I clench my thighs, my ass, my breath coming out harder and faster. Every sense of mine pinched down to his tentacles playing with me.

  “Can you handle one more…” the words drift across my mind.

  He stops suddenly and I realize he’s waiting for my answer. I try to think what the question was he asked, but come up blank.

  “Can. You. Handle. One. More…”

  Aaah, okay, got it.

  “Arion,” I pant. “My name is Arion.”

>   Damn, we are doing this all wrong, but fuck if I care.

  I tip my chin up slightly to let him know I’m ready. I’m for him, ready to be his play thing, and he takes that as an invitation and enters another of his tentacles into me.

  I lean forward and groan, nuzzling into his soft neck, inhaling his ocean scent, licking and tasting it, overriding my disorder’s need to come faster and in rapid intervals that usually renders me exhausted and numb.

  I’m going to savor this moment, this experience with him. I’m going to... I’m going to....

  His fingers hold my hair in a brutal grip to hold my head in a place. Two tentacles slither down my arms, snaking around my wrist and holding my hands up above my head.

  “I want you to focus on enjoying this.”

  I open my mouth to protest, but decide to give all the control to him. I don’t let myself think, don’t let myself second guess. Especially when my sweet spot inside my ass is being ravished but his tentacles.

  Fucking hell!

  I nod and grind my hips against him, letting him know I’m in.

  I arch slightly into him, feeling the hard ridges of his chest and abdomen.

  I moan and clench my ass when the sensation of being sucked from both front and behind becomes cogent.

  My toes curl in my wet shoes, moans turn into groans.

  The penetration in my ass, the stroking of my dick, the feeling of his tentacles... I’m ready to combust.

  “I’m going to come... can’t hold off any more.”

  “Then come,” he purrs against the corner of my lips, then angels his lips over mine, kissing me.

  Raw.

  Vehement.

  Virile.

  I glide my tongue over his lips, his teeth, sucking on his bottom lip, swallowing each other’s moans.

  I groan, gripping his... dear god, my eyes roll back when he thrusts a little harder, feeling the sucker on his tentacles rubbing against the rim of my ass.

  “I’m coming!” I cry and thrash my head, trying to hold on to my orgasm, but its a lost effort, as he relentlessly pushes in and out.

  “Let go, Arion. Let go.”

  And I do. Thighs quiver, muscles tensing, body arches. I explode. I close my eyes and grind my teeth. My release cascading down to my bones. Crackling.

  Sparkling.

  Burning like a bright sun.

  Warm ropes of my cum erupt endlessly between us, spilling on both our chests.

  He holds me through every moan, every breath, every passing moment, whispering soft familiar endearments.

  As I come down from my release, and slowly open my eyes, I find him looking at me, a soft smile tugging his lips up.

  And I realize something in this moment. I want to feel him, skin to skin, breath to breath, burning, blazing like two stars when I’m not in the throes of one of my episodes.

  And that’s exactly what I tell him.

  “I need you in me. I want you to fuck me.”

  “Haven’t you had enough already?”

  I shake my head, and his tentacles release my arms.

  As I bring them down, the sudden blood rushing through my veins sends a jolt of shock and pain.

  I wince and hold them tight against my chest.

  Kalon immediately rubs his hands up and down over my arms, easing the pain. “Feeling better?”

  I nod and give him a tired smile. Slowly unwrapping my leg, I stand on them and take a shuddering breath.

  “Still want me to fuck you?”

  The words send a chill through my veins, excitement rippling through me.

  I nod my head vigorously. “Yes!”

  “Alright then.” He takes a step back, a feral grin tugs his lips up, baring his pearly white teeth.

  I’m in big big big trouble.

  Big!

  Kalon

  I watch him, watch his heart beating, pulse spiking as my eyes rove over his naked body.

  He’s beautiful. Tall, dark, and handsome. Or as we cecaelian would like to say, holly tentacles gorgeous.

  My hearts had skipped several beats when I saw him in the ocean, face pale, trouble breathing, legs kicking and waves pushing him. The poor lad was struggling.

  I wonder how he got into the ocean. I mean I know how, but what was he doing at this time of the night in the middle of the ocean?

  I’ll ask him later. Right now my job is to pleasure him.

  He stiffen suddenly, his shoulders tense and he gasps.

  what is going on?

  A soft groan makes its way out of his mouth, his nails digging into his palms. What’s happening? He’s been acting strange like this since I have met him. First in the ocean, then against when I got him in the cave, now this?

  “What’s wrong? What’s happening?”I frantically look across his body.

  Instead of answering, tears fill his eyes and a shuddering sob makes its way, broken noise cracking the silence of the cave.

  He blinks several times to control his tears from slipping, but a few do and a dam breaks. He’s looking at me, but not really. It’s like he’s looking past me.

  Watching him like this, broken and defeated… something tugs inside me.

  Strong.

  Compelling.

  I move closer to him, my tentacles wrap around his waist, pulling him against my chest. I gently take his face in my hands and kiss away the tears. “You are fine. I’m here with you. Whatever is troubling you, I will try to help. But will you tell me what that is? Please?”

  A low sound comes out of his mouth and he wraps his arms around me, squeezing me tighter.

  He finally speaks, the words spilling like rain. Pouring and pouring and pouring. Cold, flat and chaotic.

  With every word his shoulders curl inward, my hearts breaks and chest tightens to the point it hurts to breathe. “This is how my life has been since that cursed day. Nothing is in my control.”

  I touch his arms and gently place my finger under his chin and force him to meet my gaze. “If a person doesn’t accept you for who you are, then they are not worth having in your life.”

  “I don’t have any person in my life except for brothers and a few close friends. No special someone, no lover. None.” The word, a quivering whisper.

  “So you endure this… alone?” That’s terrible. My throat close up, words failing to make.

  “Yes,” the word comes out tight. He grinds his teeth, his hips flexing. He tried to move away from me, but I stop him.

  Gently placing my hand on his chest, I kiss his lips. “Allow me,” I say and pull him toward the edge of the cave and enter the water. “More comfortable like this. I don’t have legs like you, you see.” I give him a sheepish grin.

  He doesn’t smile back, but gives me a stiff nod and stands tense, panting and groaning.

  I don’t like that pensive look on his face. I want him smiling. I like him smiling. When he smiles, everything feels bright and right. My body comes alive. A zing zaps through my tentacles.

  I’m going to make him smile, give him pleasure he’ll never forget.

  I don’t have to command my tentacles, they move without being prompted and coast over his back.

  I take his shaft into my mouth and moan when the taste of his juice slides over my tongue. I lick and slurp his clear juice, enjoying the sticky liquid in my mouth.

  Two of my tentacles enter his behind, while the other two hold him in place. My hands glide over his chest, feeling the warmth of his body, the heart beating, feeling the tremors shuddering through him.

  His moans fill the cave, echoing through the air. His groans pump my blood, pushing me to take more of his length. “You taste so good,” I speak around his crown. I bob my head, sucking him harding.

  Up and down.

  Up and down.

  lick and slurp.

  Graze and nibble.

  I finally take his full shaft into my mouth, letting the crown touch the back of my throat. Saliva drips from the corner of mouth, and you know what? I don’t g
ive a fuck about it.

  “Aah, fuck!” His hips buck, breathing heavily and his fingers make their way to my hair.

  He pulls on them, as if he’s calling on some kind of strength from them.

  He fucks my mouth, pumping his dick in and out.

  His movement becomes erratic, thrusts uneven. I pinched his nipples, scraping my nails over his chest, down his belly and bringing them slowly to his sack.

  It’s a strange thing, nothing like what we cecaelian have. Only two nuts, whereas we have eight small nuts.

  I bring my nails over the thin flesh, presenting his body with waves to shock. I knead and massage his nuts with my knuckles, my tentacles playing with his ass.

  “I’m coming!” He cries, hips bucking frenziedly, his core clenching my tentacles in a brutal grip.

  His tense body halts, and he gasps, his twitching dick in my mouth combusts. Warm liquid fluid fills my mouth, tasting sweet and salty. Hmmm. Oceanus have mercy on me, I like it. I like it a lot.

  This experience with the human has been so... educating. Far different than being with an Octoman or an Octomaid.

  I lick my lips and look up. His eyes are closed and he’s breathing hard, but he looks sated to me.

  “Are you okay? Did you like it?” I ask him and lick his length once more before standing up to meet his gaze.

  “I’m better than okay. I loved it,” he breathes. “That was mind blowing, earth shattering, soul searching good.”

  I laugh at his explanation and lean forward to kiss him.

  I’m enjoying this—maybe too much—being so intimate with him. I’ve never been this close to anyone. Don’t want to actually. I’m waiting for my Oceanus blessed mate. Don’t want to sully myself and others with meaningless liaisons, but I’ve had a few partners in the past, and none in recent years.

  A small smile spreads across his lips, and I pull back to see him.

  What about Arion?

  The voice is soft and teasing, but it still clunks into my head.

  Holly Oceanus’ thunder! Who is that?

  What about Arion? The voice asks again, more firmly this time.

  What about him? I’m just helping him with his problem till I can take him back to the surface to his people and I can look for the cure.