Alien Kraken’s Prize (Starlight Brides)

Chapter 7

CHAPTER

SEVEN

BORUMOR

She is not pleased I have surrounded her with my fertile cloud.

“You look lovely in my ejaculate,” I tell her earnestly.

My little sea star lets out a grievous shriek of a noise, and I retract my tentacles immediately. “Are you allergic?” I scramble to look her over for evidence of some sort of reaction on her soft, lovely skin.

It’s so different than mine, than any of the folk in my kingdom, that worry nearly paralyzes me. How could I not have thought that she might have a poor reaction to it?

“I’m so sorry, where does it hurt, sea star? Tell me so I can soothe it.” I rotate her gingerly, all the while she smacks at my tentacles and makes outraged noises, glittering deliciously in my spend.

Bridget slaps a tentacle away, backing up, scowling under the fetching glimmer of my cum on her equally fetching skin.

“You can’t just jizz on people!” she snarls.

“Jizz?” My mouth quirks to the side in confusion.

“This shiny shit,” Bridget barks out, the decibel of noise coming from her truly remarkable considering her small stature. “Your fucking cum! Why is it glittery? What the fuck?”

“Of course I can,” I tell her, trying not to laugh at her feckless bared teeth. Something tells me she would not take kindly to be laughed at after I have coated her in my precious cum. “I just did, didn’t I?”

She throws her hands in the air, the sparkle of my fertility catching the light from the heat lamp overhead, and stomps towards the pool of water that separates her terrarium from the rest of my world.

Oh, she is but a wee, fierce little thing.

I watch her, and the level of my amusement peters out as my heart contracts.

I am quite enamored of this tiny female already, and that might be the most dangerous thing for her—more dangerous than any of the seafolk in my domain.

Once I am invested in something or someone, I don’t just go halfway.

No, for Bridget, I am already all in.

She might dislike my mating marks, but she’ll come around.

I’m sure of it.

Grinning, I make my way across the sand to where she contemplates the pool of water, a grim expression on her face.

“You’ll find the mark protects you against more than scheming courtiers,” I tell my newly shining sea star.

“Like what? The icy fucking temperature of the water? The pressure of the deep? The fact I can’t breathe underwater?!” Each question is louder and angrier than the last, and I have to bite my tongue this time to keep from laughing.

“Exactly. You are an intelligent species indeed,” I tell, caught between pride in how quickly she’s caught on and amusement at her ridiculous temper.

Her eyebrows rocket up. “Wait, really?” she glances down at the sparkles gracing her skin, an interested expression on her face. “Is this normal for your kind?”

“Well, we don’t need to do it often, as most of my species can already do those things. But it allows us to take other kindred species to mate in our chosen depths.”

She blinks once, then twice, slowly. “What if it doesn’t work on me?”

“Then you die,” I tell her.

“What?” She sputters, looking around in outrage.

“It will work.”

“You are the most arrogant, annoying, selfish man I have ever met?—”

“I’m not a man,” I remind her. “I am a kraken.”

Her hands cover her face.

Which gives me the perfect opportunity to stare at where her tentacles should be. “Are you still hurting from your…” I pause, uncertain of the terminology she used. “Bleeding?”

“No.” Her voice is muffled. “I don’t want to die. Dying would be worse.”

“There’s only one way to test the power of my cum,” I tell her. I am certain it will work. She could not have triggered my mating mark were she not compatible with me.

I am well pleased by this outcome.

“If you push me in the water, I will hate you forever.”

I step back, affronted. “I would never. I was suggesting that you dip your… what is that? The end of your… ah, not tentacle? Dip that into the water and see if it gets cold.”

“My not tentacle?” Her forehead wrinkles. “Oh. My foot.”

“Foot,” I repeat, thrilled to have a word for the wriggly, pale things. “Fascinating.”

Bridget edges closer to the water. “Harry would want me to find him,” she says resignedly.

I should be annoyed that she is more motivated to find her Harry than be by my side, but I think it bodes well for us that she has clearly bonded to the Kelfer creature.

She is not as opposed to tentacles as other species might be.

I’m grinning when she finally glances back up at me, her pretty features growing on me more every time I see them.

“Foots,” I tell her, pointing to the water.

“Feet. The plural is feet.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“I don’t make the rules,” she says, then carefully dips one of her strange appendages—feet—into the pond.

A look of shock crosses her face, her mouth opening wide, and my cock immediately springs out of its pocket, insisting upon entry into that coral-pink mouth.

I’m startled I’m already yearning for her again despite having just clouded her in my essence.

“Put that thing away,” she snaps at me. “That is so inappropriate.”

“Your species is disgusted by genitalia?” I’m mystified, but I do as she asks, tucking it back away from her sensitive eyes. “Very strange rituals your people have.”

“Yes, we are disgusted when a random cocktopus springs out at us unannounced after already covering us in glitter jizz.”

“I don’t understand most of that sentence,” I tell her.

“I don’t understand how your glimmercum is working either, so I guess we’ll both have to agree to stay stumped.”

“I do not have stumps,” I announce, proudly waggling my tentacles for proof.

To my surprise, she laughs. A wonderful sound that leaves me reeling, that sets my soul on fire.

Ah, yes, there is no doubt about my biological compulsions toward this female.

I have no doubt we are compatible.

Now, I simply have to make her see that, too.

She still has only one foot in the water, and she stares out at the rippling surface with an acutely uncomfortable expression.

“I can carry you through the swim tunnel if you are nervous.”

“I can’t swim at all,” she tells me, and her words are a blow to my very heart.

I don’t know what to say, but when her face falls, I blurt the first thing that comes to mind.

“How?”

“How do I not know how to swim?” That same look of good humor quirks her lips up again, and I find myself drifting ever closer to her. “I have lived on a space station my whole life. Water was only something we drank. It wasn’t a nice space station.”

“This is something I did not plan for.” I scratch my chin. “You will be able to absorb the oxygen in the water through your skin so long as you are covered in my?—”

“Your glitter jizz,” she interrupts. There is a thoughtful look in her eyes, but she’s still smiling, clearly not as revolted as she made out before.

Hope is an ache in my chest that both terrifies and spurs me on.

“Glitter jizz,” I repeat the words in agreement, even though they don’t translate into my language at all.

At that, she laughs again, and I decide there is no better sound in all the universe.

“I will teach you to swim.”

A smile, a real smile, spreads across her face, transforming her from a lovely female to a full-fledged goddess.

I forget myself, too busy staring at her beauty, soaking her in, completely dumbstruck with my good fortune at finding her.

Fate played a hand in this, of that, I am sure.

“Okay,” she finally says. “Teach me.”

So I do.