Sinking ship

Patreon Commission for Alek

Request: Okay what if you did something like reader being lost at sea after her boat got wrecked during a storm or something and a kraken or kraken hybrid finds her with their mate-bond and it gets all spicy?

Kraken x fem!reader || mates, tentacles, overstimulation, dirty talk (very light) || tw: sinking ship? thalassophobia?

You wake up with what feels like an earthquake. It feels like the world is moving and there’s screaming in the distance, you don’t exactly know where you are but you fall off the bed as the floor tilts to the side. You let out a series of curses, mad at whatever that’s happening and it’s sending you to the floor. You were having such a good dream with lots of tentacles probing your different openings and leaving you craving more… And then you remember you aren’t in a normal place, you are on a ship. A ship that’s tilting, and for the sounds of it, in a fuckton of trouble.

Oh shit.

You ran out of your cabin, stopping somebody that’s running around: “Hey! HEY! What’s happening!?” They don’t answer, just shake your hold off and keep running ahead.

The sounds of metal breaking and the way the boat keeps moving is highly concerning and you are starting to panic a bit.

“A KRAKEN! A kraken is attacking the ship!” Somebody screams over your head. That sounds concerning.

The ship is moving so fast and so rough that you are about to fall at least three times as you try to get to the stairs. There’s more screaming above, and your blood feels icy.

By the time you reach the stairs you are breathless. You run up and up until you are on top of the sinking ship, the ocean around you making you feel all kinds of queasy, but the second a tentacle appears to the side of the boat, something inside of you unlocks.

You don’t know where you are, you don’t know how close the next island is, but you know you have to jump if you don’t want to lose your life in a sinking ship. So you look at the sky asking to whoever is up there to help you…

And you jump. You brace yourself for the impact with the waves, hoping you don’t hit the metal debris in your way down.

But your body never hits the water.

A strong tentacle is curled around your middle and when you look down you can see the silhouette of a giant monster under the surface of water. The world stops spinning, and everything fades to the background when your eyes met.

It blinks slowly, very, very slowly, and you do the same. You don’t scream, you don’t struggle, you let your body go lax as the kraken moves under the waves. Away from the sinking ship, away from the screaming and awful noise… Your body never submerges, more tentacles curl around you until you are cradled against them, your own special cocoon as it swims away.

You float in your warm cocoon for what feels like a couple minutes, but by the redness on your body, it’s probably a couple hours. You don’t think about the people on the ship, you don’t think about the ship at all, the only images that your brain can conjure are memories of your wet dreams. Those dreams that were filled with tentacles and suckers, with slippery blue skin and wide smiles.

As soon as your body touches the sand, he’s transforming in front of you. He’s still big and tentacle-y, but not giant. His skin is the prettiest shade of turquoise and his tentacles are tad darker, giving him the looks of all your dreams combined.

You try to speak, to say something, but he’s approaching you without stopping and your mouth doesn’t move. He wraps his tentacles around your body and buries his face in your hair. “My mate, I finally found you,” his voice is reverent, as if he’s reciting a plea.

You push his chest away, forcing yourself not to caress his soft skin in the process. “What do you mean mate?”

“You are my mate. I’ve been sensing you since you stepped on that ship, sensing you across the oceans and seas, and I’ve swam as fast as I could to get to you. And here you are.” He sounds fascinated by the fact, and you can’t comprehend what he’s saying. Not fully.

And then it clicks. “The dreams…”

“The dream land is a place my kind can control, when we sense our mate we give them all we can, including the most pleasurable dreams until we can find them and make them reality.” You don’t know if that surprises you or not.

You blink at him, very confused about his statement. “Make them reality?”

“Yes, my mate, I can bring you pleasure until you beg me to stop.” You inhale rapidly, your lungs not getting enough oxygen all of sudden. Dang, why does that sound so hot?

“Is that what you want? To pleasure me?” You ask, not totally against that idea. If he’s as good as he was in your dreams… You definitely want to fuck him.

“I want everything with you, my mate.” He whispers, his forehead resting against yours in an intimate fashion.

“Everything?” You ask, a bit confused about what that entails.

He has no qualms about blurting: “Once we mate I’ll bring you to my house and we’ll live together. Forever.”

“I’m not living in a cave, dude!” You exclaim, a bit offended.

He bursts out laughing, so hard that his whole body is moving, the tentacles still wrapped around your middle twitching and tickling you. “Who said anything about a cave? I have a nice beach house in the Mediterranean sea.” You feel stupid.

“Oh. Okay.” Accepting him is as easy as breathing.

“Just like that? My brothers said their mates were a lot harder to convince.” He says with a chuckle, his tentacles tightening around you as if he still can’t believe you are there.

“It’s not like we are going to die or something, the Mediterranean is a very normal place. I can call my family and friends and explain from there.” He’s the one who looks surprised now. “So… we mate?”

“Yes. I fuck your pussy and then I release all my seed inside you,” he says it like it’s nothing, and you swallow your saliva so fast you start coughing. He pats your back with his tentacle as you try to recover your breathing. “You don’t want that?”

“Oh. Yes. Yes I do want that, but dang I wasn’t expecting you to say it like that,” you say with a giggle, still shocked.

“You like my bluntness, mate?” He says with a wriggle of the ridges over his eyes, not eyebrows, but ridges. Maybe that should weird you out, but it only makes him more unique. You nod rapidly. “Good.”

He slowly lays you down, the sand feeling warm against your back as he uncurls his tentacles off your body. You feel the lose instantly, and you make grabby hands to him. He chuckles, but complies. He covers your body with his own, his tentacles touching every inch of your exposed body, tearing and pulling at your clothes until you are naked and your skins are flushed together. He rests his forehead against yours, some of his tentacles caressing your boobs, your hips… But nowhere close to where you need him the most.

“I need you, please…”

The flashes of your dreams come back crushing onto your brain. Eyes open or closed you can see him, you can feel him… Hi tentacles are latched to your nipples, and your pussy is clenching over nothing as he parts your legs. You whine in desperation, and he kisses the corner of your parted lips softly.

His voice is soft when he orders: “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me, please. I want to be filled,” you barely recognize your own voice, breathless and needy.

But that’s all it takes for you to feel his tentacles running up your legs, the ones on your boobs sucking harder, making you cry out and arch your back. The first contact of his tentacle against your pussy makes you shiver as you let out a scream. He smiles down at you, predatory.

You are about to beg again when you feel the tip of his tentacle pushing inside of you, slowly, so very slowly. He breaches your welcoming heat with a caress you’ve never felt, and it makes you want to cry a bit. But you don’t have time before other tentacle joins the rubbing of your clit. A sucker latches onto it, and you are completely lost in sensation. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, and you are having and out of body experience as the hardest orgasm ever washes over your body. You don’t scream, you don’t moan, you can only open your mouth in a silent scream as pleasure rips through your body.

But he’s not done. When you come down you feel the fullness inside of you, your body pliant under his tentacles as he keeps sucking and exploring every tiny bit of skin. “Do you like that? Tell me how it feels inside of you.” You moan, unable to form words. “That’s all you can do? How bad…” His mock only makes you hotter.

He wriggles his tentacle inside of you again, the sucker latching onto your G-spot and making you scream so loudly you see some birds flying away.

“You need more? Do you want more?” You can’t think, you can’t do anything but to groan and whine, but that seems to be enough. “Okay, my mate… I will give you all the pleasure, but in the future I’m going to take my time and make you tell me every single thing you want to do to you, very, very slowly…” With each word he drags the tentacle in and out, but barely an inch, just enough to rub against your sensitive areas and making your insides melt into burning lava.

And when you think you can’t take it no more, he starts to whisper filthy things against your ear, your hands find his back and you scratch his sides as he pounds your pussy until you think you are going to go crazy.

He lets out a choked breath and murmurs: “Come with me, my mate.”

You scream at the same time his release hits your insides with the force of a hurricane, warming you from the inside out as he comes and comes and comes... His seed is overflowing around the tentacle buried inside of you, and you can’t even blink without feeling pleasure. Your whole body feels electrified as aftershocks make you gush around him.

“Now what?” You ask, your breathing ragged and erratic.

“Now we go home,” he whispers as his tentacles come around your body in a protective embrace and he transforms into his giant form.