Kraven
To say I am guilty of my actions is a terrible lie. I do not feel an ounce of remorse for what I have done and I'd do it again if it means getting my hands on this infuriating yet amusing woman squirming in my hold.
"Mmmmph!! "she screamed but her words are muffled by the thickness of my tentacles.
I shifted half of my body to a kraken and I have no choice but to use my tentacles to walk and carry her at the same time.
They glided smoothly on the wooden floor towards the stair and descended down to our kitchen. Yes, that's right. Our. From now on, I have decided to share everything I have with this woman.
I've been spying on the ship since my senses have warned me of it's close proximity that night.
I've been following, annoyed that the humans would dare to cross the Red Zone, my home instead of sticking on their route.
Like a leech, I latched underneath the ship waiting for the darkness to cloak my attack. I was angry, irritated and my mood is as stormy as the skies when suddenly, I've noticed those sorrowful hazel eyes staring across the sea with such pain that her agony sent a pang of unknown emotion straight to my chest.
She was alone, holding on the railing as if the thing is barely holding her upright. Her face is mostly covered with the thick material of her cloak's hood but I know instantly that it is her.
It must be her, she, my chosen one. I needed to make her mine.
There wasn't a single rational thought in my mind that night but rather just want and a gnawing desire that spurred me to steal her away.
To own her.
To possess her, body and soul until all she recognizes is me.
It is uncouth, unjust but I never said I am a saint. In fact, I am barely a man myself. I am a creature with twisted morals and a purpose to bring only chaos to the seas. To ruin. Designed to destroy, created to kill.
However, I broke one of my rules for her.
I vowed to be isolated for the rest of my life not to condemn anyone with my curse. My heart is as black as my soul, I am unredeemable until her.
Ever since I've smashed that window and wrapped my tentacles around her fragile warm body, I cannot bring myself to drown her when I am supposed to be merciless.
Instead, I took her with me and when I removed her hood, exposing her face, a foreign emotion stirred deep inside my chest. Finding her reawakened something dormant in me and and it's impossible to put it back to rest.
For centuries of lonely existence and worthless wandering, I've found a woman who, for the first time, made me feel something that it isn't hatred, boredom nor rage.
She's my little sun, my solnyshko and I know that once I indulge myself of this new obsession, there will no turning back.
That if I nibble a taste, I cannot stop myself from devouring her whole.
So indulge I did and now, I ache, I starve and I cannot bring to let her go despite her begging me to.
Creatures in the dark like me seek for the light and she radiated it. Touching her meant corrupting her for eternity but I crossed the lines and there are no reset for my sins.
She's mine now, for however long it takes.
I snarled when the woman in question suddenly bit my tentacles with all her might. Her sharp teeth sank on the soft flesh and I growled at the tingly sensation that shuddered throughout my entire body.
It was painful yet at the same time pleasurable.
I stared down, uncomfortable at my stiff cock proudly jutting out amidst wriggling tentacles. My trousers are shredded during my shifting and there is no cloth left to cover my private parts.
Dark blood squirted from my tentacles, painting her chin and filling her naughty mouth.
She wretched.
I didn't retreat but allowed enough space to let her breath so I don't accidentally kill my solnyshko.
"Ishhhff swerrphh tuGd if you donff leff me gommmph !!!" she angrily shouted but the result is gibberish.
She bit me again, this time with sole vengeance.
I stumbled to the kitchen wall, bracing a hand to support both of our weights. I chewed my blood red lips until I tasted copper but that isn't enough to contain the loud groan that rumbled from my chest.
She halted her struggle at the sudden sound.
My brows are painted with sticky sweat and I cursed as I shoved a hand through my dark strands. Blyat. My breath came out in puffs, gasping and breathing hard to control myself.
"Enough or I am going to feed you not with food but with something else" I warned. As much as I love her fiestiness, it will get us both in trouble right now. I am a threat to myself and to her.
'She doesn't know what she's doing. She needs food and not your perverted thoughts', I chided myself.
To distract myself from my painful sudden erection, I diverted my focus around the kitchen.
The cupboards are stuffed with human foods and I stole supplies from the ship to add to my collection when I decided to bring her home.
I am trying really hard to be patient, gentle, to handle her with care but she's not making it easier. I don't even know her name but that doesn't matter.
My solnyshko chose that moment to trail her eyes downward and those pretty hazel orbs widened in muted terror at the sight of my raging cock already oozing with precum.
I immediately tried to cover myself not to terrify her but it is too late when she froze, openly gawking at it with so much shock.
I know.
I'm a monster so my cock can be monstrous too. Compared to one of her milky thighs, they are almost identical in size and the length of it goes from the tip of my pointer to my elbow.
"Come on, keep biting me, malyshka and I'll teach that mouth a lesson" I taunted despite the shivers still racking my body.
She glared at me with so much hostility. If looks can kill, I would drop dead right now.
Thankfully though, she quit her biting so I can have a moment to restrain myself and focus at the current task of feeding my human.
Reaching a tentacle to the ceiling high cabinet where I keep the sharp objects, I took a glass. She is still angry with me, especially with our unpleasant introduction and no doubt will try to stab me in my sleep with whatever weapon she could find so I took precautions.
As gentle as possible, I arranged the glass on the rounded table where two chairs face each other. I free her hand and she banged her adorable little fists against the tentacle still inside her mouth.
Plopping her down on one of the chairs, she went down with an annoyed huff. I don't want to remove my tentacles inside her since it was rather warm and comfortable. However, she cannot eat with them constricting her throat so I retreated albeit begrudgingly.
My solnyshko didn't attempted to flee afterwards, just merely folded her arms and glared at my cock as if wanting to bite it off. There is nothing to be ashamed so I paraded my throbbing hard on while rummaging through the kitchen in search for edible foods.
"Milk?" I offered, holding out a carton.
At the mention of that, her anger wore off and she readily nodded, licking her lips. The unmistakable growling of her stomach disrupted the silence and her face grew crimson in embrassement.
My poor solnyshko. She is so thin and fragile but with me, I vow to take care of her until she's supple and healthy.
I poured her a glass of milk and she hungrily gulped it within seconds. The liquid dribbled down her chin with the drying remnants of my blood.
I don't need human food to sustain my strength. I already fed from the humans I've eaten from the sunken ship so I gave her the rest ot the milk which she greedily consumed.
"Put that thing away!" she screamed when the tip of my cock suddenly touched her arm. A smear of my precum decorated her skin and she furiously scrubbed it, disgusted.
I chuckled.
"It's my tool of making babies. I can't get rid of it"
"That won't even fit!" she shrilled, eyes wide with exasperation.
"Wanna try it out, solnyshko?"
She glared, pressing her lips together. She swallowed her retort when I started serving her food, suddenly tame.
I prepared a dinner of fresh fruits and fish and we didn't argue after that. I watched equally transfixed and angry that my human is to feel severe hunger to gobble down the foods, almost choking herself in her haste to fill her starving stomach.
Her hands shook and she didn't bother with the cutlery I've prepared for her. We didn't talk, she ate and I simply watch while I stood across her. The chair can't contain my tentacles and I'd rather not destroy the furniture.
Newfound rage furrowed my brows at her trembling body and the bruises on her skin that are turning to blue welts. Some of it are from my tentacles but most are old, as if she had endured a series of beating before I found her on that ship.
My eyes zeroed on her bandaged arm and I am yet to question that bullet wound's origin. She doesn't trust me yet to tell her story but we'll get through that. From what I had pieced on my own, she's adamant for escape, running from something or someone. Thus, her sail to Moscow to which I've meddled with.
It is unfortunate that she ended up on my arms because as wrong as it is, I'm keeping her. It's selfish and if I were a better man, I'd lead her to her merry way but I'm not.
"Won't you eat?" she asked, hesitating. My eyes softened. She isn't concerned in the least just uncomfortable with me watching her but I lap the attention anyways.
I shook my head.
I waited for her to finish before I opened my mouth to ask, " What's your name, moy daragaya?"
I don't have a problem calling her endearments but I have this sudden urge to shred all her façades and walls, to completely bare her to me. I want to uncover her secrets, all of her but that would require patience and time.
"Why would I tell you, kraken?" she narrowed her eyes in suspicion. Her stance is still stiff with alarm, distrust and panic.
"Who knows?, Perhaps I'll let you go"
I dangled the bait. Her ears perked up but she pretended to be uninterested.
"You lie"
I didn't agree nor deny it. Tricking humans is my specialty.
My eyes tracked her movements as she finally licked the last drop of milk before meeting my eyes.
The silence stretched and she opened her mouth then closed it again. She is fighting an inward battle, deciding if I'm telling the truth or not. Finally, curiosity won.
"Fine" she sighed. " 'name's Yanessa"
I grinned in triumph.
Yanessa. Oh, my little Nessa.
I won't ever let you go.