Content Warning: This chapter contains dark themes, including power imbalance, coercion, and situations that may involve questionable or not fully consensual interactions.
Reader discretion is advised.
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"Show me your tentacles."
The surprise was palpable, radiating from Kree's form in a silent, tangible wave.
Amethiel watched the creature's pupil-less dark eyes widen, the glowing cracks along its massive chest pulsing faster, brighter, like something inside it had been startled awake.
For a moment, it hesitated.
Just a moment.
But Kree listened, though.
It always did.
It knew what happened if it didn't.
Slowly, the tentacles came out from its back, one after another, unfurling with a quiet, organic movement that almost felt too alive to watch this closely.
They shifted slightly in the air, uncertain.
Waiting.
Amethiel was amazed.
His breath caught, his chest tightening as his heart started beating faster, harder, each pulse loud in his ears.
