Tentacles & Triathlons (Leviathan Fitness, #2)

by Ashley Bennett

There was no way I was gonna let my old man see me cry. Gods, I hated him. No matter what I did, it was never good enough for him.

Everything in my life had become boring. Repetitive. Bland, even.

Being one of the oldest monsters around, and potentially the last of your kind, could do that to you.

I resembled something you’d see in a Guillermo Del Toro film, not a guest at a backyard barbecue.

and that's when I caught my first glimpse of him.

As if by its own accord, one of my tentacles unraveled and snaked around his forearm. It was one of my breeding tentacles, my hectocotylus, and the moment it made contact with his skin—I almost came. Oh, gods no. That was a male kraken’s mate bond response. There was no way that this was happening. The three hearts inside of my chest thumped rapidly, and I fought to get my words out, to do anything to hide the fact that Reece Rollins and I were mates.

As I watched him walk away from me, it felt as if I’d been punched in the gut. Of course a man like him would find a monster like me repulsive. And of course, out of all the beings I’d met in my long life, that man was my mate.

The fact that he didn’t wear clothes, his pointed head and fins, and those tentacles.

Poor guy was probably jealous.

No he's not you conceited ass

Never in my life did I think I’d be out to lunch with a tentacle monster, hearing him talk about how good his tongues were for sucking dick.

My hearts sang as I walked through the front door of my apartment. I’d spent an entire afternoon with my mate, made him blush several times,

I certainly will, tentacle daddy.

Gods, I hoped he was vers. He exuded machismo vibes, but from my experience, those were some of the most enthusiastic bottoms.

He exuded machismo vibes, but from my experience, those were some of the most enthusiastic bottoms.

Fuck, how I yearned to play with Reece’s prostate, to make him come so hard he’d see stars. The possibilities were endless. I could fuck his mouth with one mating tentacle, fuck his ass with the other, and stroke his cock with my hand until we both came.

I mean…

Tears welled up in my eyes and my hearts thumped wildly in my chest. This had to be some sort of dream. Reece Rollins, my mate, wanted to spend more time together.

You're so cute!

The fearful arousal I felt over being at Cyrus’s mercy was heady and my cock was so fucking hard. I wanted him. No, I needed him. “Please fuck me,” I grated out, the words strangled by the pressure on my neck.

His webbed hands slid down my body until they caught on the straps of the lace thong around my hips. “Mmm,” he hummed. “Did you wear this just for me?” I’d always had an interest in lingerie—the feel of the fabrics, the stark contrast of lace against a masculine form—but I’d never been with someone I felt comfortable wearing something like that around. At least, not until now.

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“Good boy,” he said,

“See, there’s nothing to be afraid of. You’re getting tentacle fucked by a monster and you love it, you needy little mess. But I know what you want. You want to feel my suckers on your prostate, don’t you?”

Honestly, this is fucking amazing

Developing feelings for a monster when you’d previously feared them—that was a lot.

there was no way I could sit across from him and make small talk. Oh, hey Cyrus! Nice tentacles you’ve got there. Wanna shove them up my ass?

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked through frantic kisses, thrusting his hips into my already hard cock. “Is this why you couldn’t focus?” “Yes. Holy gods, yes,” I moaned as Cyrus kissed his way down my collarbone.

Fuck, I loved being a tease.

but I wasn't ready to make things public yet.

Whyyyyyyyy

didn’t want it to seem like I was seeing him just to get in Atlas and Tegan’s good graces.

Literally No one would think that

It appeared that my mate, the muscle-head parks worker triathlete, was into lace thongs, praise, and degradation. How did I get so lucky?

Reece had been working on improving, but his mindset. “I am so proud of you.

“I’m feeling antsy. I wish you were here—so we could do the thing.” “The thing?” I asked, knowing full well he meant cockwarming, but wanting him to say it.

Why don’t you get yourself set up and video call me back?” “Alright. Did you, uh, have any special requests?” My good boy was always so eager to please.

Im dying I love them so much

“Good boy. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Get ready for your toy,” I praised.

“Stroke your cock with your free hand,” I commanded, my voice stern. “Gods dammit, Cy,” he whined. “I’m going to come before I get on the dildo.” “Shh, you’ll be alright. Nice and slow. Stroke that pretty cock for me, darling.”

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“Good boy. You’re so obedient.

Reece Rollins wasn’t just my mate. He was the love of my life.

I mean that's kind of how it goes right?