Underwater court

Request: consider this; kraken king and mermaid girl

Kraken x fem-mermaid!reader || tentacles, underwater sex (technically), mental connection for sexy purposes, (light) dirty talk

You’d been married to the king for a little over a month, and you understood your duties as queen, you knew you have a lot to do and a lot to say. Everyone was expecting you to be perfect and regal, to sit by his side in your own throne and attend his subjects like they were your own. They were your own, you reminded yourself over and over. But it didn’t matter how many times you repeated those words in your head, because you still didn’t believe it.

He chose you, of all the creatures in the ocean, he chose you as his queen and you didn’t know what to do with that information or how to make it so your body wasn’t in constant state of doubt and anxiety.

So when you swam to the throne room and saw him there, looking like a wet dream (pun intended because he was always wet), you had to stop to catch your breath, your grills working overtime. You were frozen there, staring at your king, at your husband, and your hearts were beating like crazy in your chest.

Something must have been clear in your face because next thing he said was: “What’s the matter, my queen?”

“I- Nothing,” you lied. He arched a pointy brow and the side of his lips turned down, worried. “Nothing, I swear. There’s people waiting outside already, we should start,” you told him. You were nervous. You’d held events like that before, but this time felt different, it was the first time you did it together.

“Come here, my queen, let me worship you like you deserve. Take away all the worries that plague your mind,” he let out in a purr. Your body reacted to that tone instantly, your pussy getting wet, your nipples pressing hard against your clam-top.

“But… But court…” You tried to argue, but your heart wasn’t on it. You did want what he was offering. You wanted it really bad.

“They can wait,” his voice was final. “You need a reminder of how precious you are and I’m nothing but compliant when it comes to you,” his tone was reverent and your body was already shivering in anticipation as you swam your way to him.

His tentacles were dancing around his throne and the second you were close enough to reach, one of them was around your middle, pulling you to him until your bodies were flush and you could feel every ridge on his chest against yours. Your breathing became faster and faster when his traveling hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs rubbing over your pointy nipples and sending all kinds of hotness down your body, your brain already fuzzy with desire for your king.

That was what surprised you most, how caring and loving he was, and how much you enjoyed every single touch of his hands and his tentacles. Since your wedding night, you had fucked plenty of times, but every time it was a little bit better, a little bit hotter, and your body burned with pleasure to the point you feared the water around you two would start boiling.

But it never did.

And you didn’t stop wanting more. Craving more. Craving him every second of every day. He could ignite your insides with just a look, sending lewd images to your brain that had you panting in the middle of dinner. You hated (but secretly loved) that he could send you mental images now that you were bonded, it was awful (incredible) to have him send a perfectly clear picture of your pussy spread around his tentacles while your eyes rolled back into your head… It always made your pussy so wet to see yourself so needy through his eyes.

“Come back to me, my queen, I can hear the gears turning in that pretty head of yours,” he told you, his fangs gracing your throat and making you moan. “Are you going to be a good queen for me and take my tentacles? Or do you prefer my tongue, little vixen?” You blushed at the mental images he sent.

“Anything, everything,” you whimpered, your nails dragging across his back and making him grunt.

His tentacles pulled you closer to him, some of them traveling down your back, holding you tight as one of them found your welcoming and wet opening. “You are so wet, my queen.” You whimpered again, rolling your hips, your tail thrashing. “Are you going to be a good little siren and take my whole mating tentacle, do you want that?” His voice was so low and dirty that you couldn’t process words, only being able to groan and nod fervently. “Of course you are. You are my queen after all, the perfect queen for me.”

And then he was entering you, slowly at first but rapidly filling you more and more, until your slit was contracting around his tentacles and one of his suckers latched into your special pleasure point inside. The first hard suck sent you to the stratosphere, your body shaking as one hard orgasm rocked your body and he chuckled.

“So easy to please my queen… But I’m not done with you, I’d never be done with you,” his voice sounds like a promise.

When his tentacle pulled out and back inside, you screamed his name, forgetting about the people waiting outside, forgetting about anything around you as he fucked you like a machine. You couldn’t say anything else as the only sounds that left your mouth were pleas and brutal sounds that felt like his name but maybe weren’t. But it was so good, so incredibly good…

Your eyes closed as his mouth found the pointy tips of your ears. He knew how sensitive they were, and he exploited it to the best of his capability, sending shivers of pleasure to your brain to the point you could barely hold a coherent thought that wasn’t his name, his face, his tentacles inside of you.

“Are you close again, my queen? Are you going to give yourself fully to me again?” You moaned, rocking your hips against his tentacle, trying to get more friction, urging him faster, harder. “Of course you are, such a good queen for me, the perfect queen. Come for me little siren. NOW.”

His order was accompanied by images of your body writhing in pleasure, his tentacles wrapped around you and buried so deep you could feel and see at the same time. The combination of sensations so great that you couldn’t hold back the scream that erupted from your lips as he grunted his appreciation and released deep inside your welcoming body.

You came back to a self satisfied king in front of you, his eyes joyful as he looked down at you with affection. “You did so good, my queen. Always so good for me… Do you want to see the subjects now or do you want to see the inside of our chambers as I pound you again?” His tone lowered at the second part of the offer, sending aftershocks of pleasure down your back.

“We shouldn’t…” You tried to argue without much effort.

“Such a good queen for our people, too… But you forget something, my queen.” He paused dramatically, making you smile. “You are mine before you are theirs, and I tend to be very possessive of what’s mine…” His growl at the end was enough to know what he already decided.