Whether I’d drank from each of the other tentacles or not, I wasn’t sure, but the ones down my throat finally retreated, his focus entirely on those breaking me open. The prying tentacles spilled, so much at once that I felt a surge of warmth in my belly. The new slickness allowed the cockhead to thrust faster, work deeper, and though the other tentacles were spent, they coiled together around their partner, creating something no mortal man should be able to bear. I bore it—and went lax and blind and possibly dead in the Underworld for one glorious moment, as Poseidon spilled in me for the
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