Excerpt from "His Black Mirror," (c) 2007 Frances Jones:
Nessa stepped to the Kraken's side and laid her belly and breasts against
his icy black cheek. Underneath her arms she felt his muscles sliding and
stretching; she could only guess what his movements meant. Nessa leaned
closer and pressed her lips to his flesh, flicking his salt with the tip of
her tongue. Her limbs shook so fiercely she thought she would fall..
From behind, Nessa felt the Kraken snake one long limb toward her,
its tip stroking the back of her ankle. She parted her legs. The creature
continued to explore, its cool touch circling higher and higher up
the inside of her thigh. When his caresses reached the place where her
thighs met, she felt his slick digit brush against the tropical heat
of her sex. There, he paused.
"Yes," Nessa whispered. "Take me."
In one quick motion the Kraken raised its limb from her
groin to her waist, grasping her so tightly she could scarcely
breathe.
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