Chapter 4 #2
I’m getting ahead of myself. He is offering me exactly what I want: a night to feel alive again.
Besides, isn’t it better to end this now before I get too attached?
If I did decide to stay, the pain would be worse when he eventually turned to another for comfort and discarded me.
I’m ruining the gift I’ve been given. I will not let that small voice dictate my choices tonight.
Perhaps that’s why this all feels so right.
Our time together is limited—the frenzied need to have him is spurned by knowing we will part come morning.
I can tell he feels the same, at least for tonight.
I can feel his arousal—see the way his eyes heat when he looks at my naked skin.
He called me beautiful and has shown me his most cherished hidden spots. That has to mean something.
There is another small voice—one much more dangerous than the one telling me to be cautious—that is brewing in my heart.
I don’t know the last time I’ve enjoyed myself like this.
Or the last time I’ve been so cared for.
For a moment, as I gaze up into his eyes, I allow myself to succumb to the fantasy of what being with him would be like.
Spending the days in bed with my savior, trusting him to take care of all my needs, and never returning to my lonely life on the surface.
We could share a life of magic and pleasure inside his palace. We would spend hours exploring the vast sea, then wringing ourselves out with pleasure every evening.
It is a beautiful fantasy, one that cannot be.
Scissoring my thighs in the water, I am desperate for relief. Qurill’s muscles tighten against me, and I look up. Blue flames burn me alive as his hold on me strengthens. My face heats, and I pray he did not hear my conflicting thoughts.
Qurill’s face remains peaceful as he releases his hold on my ass. His hands skim up my side before taking my hand in his once more.
“Come.” He swims us out from the school of fish. “My favorite cove is just over here.”
I keep a tight hold on him as we glide through the water.
The curved opening of the cove nears. Once inside, I see that the interior is only partially submerged.
A rocky ledge extends from the stone wall.
Glowing algae prowls along the walls, casting everything in a bluish light.
With his help, Qurill carefully lifts me onto the ledge.
I gasp as I break through the water’s surface. My mouth opens as I adjust to breathing normally again. Water pours down my body. The moss and algae cushion my back as I lie panting.
Qurill emerges from the watery depths below.
He hoists himself onto the rock beside me, his legs still dangling in the water.
Salt water slides down his body, droplets collecting in the deep cuts of his muscles.
I itch to lick the water collected there.
A damp breeze permeates the cove. I shiver from the air but also at Qurill’s intense gaze.
I suddenly realize just how naked I am. My hair is plastered to my breasts. I inch my thighs together and sit up slowly. Qurill’s pupils expand, nearly devouring his blue irises. His chest rises and falls rapidly before he shakes himself and looks away.
“We should get back.” It’s jarring to hear his voice outside of my mind. “You must be hungry.”
As if in response, my stomach rumbles loudly. With a sharp nod, Qurill braces his impressive forearms on the rocky ledge in preparation for diving back into the water. I move before I realize I’m doing so. My hand goes to his wrist, stopping him.
There’s no going back. If I’m being honest, this was always going to happen. I want him too much—it’s sudden and reckless, but it doesn’t change the fact of how much I need him right now.
I’ll deal with the consequences of my broken heart tomorrow when I’m alone again.
“What if,” I pause, licking my lip. “What if I’m hungry for more than just food?”
Qurill groans, his whole body tightening. He turns towards me, looming over my body. Power radiates from him. Strong fingers dig into the algae along the stone.
“What are you asking me for, Astryd?”
I meet his gaze, my decision kindling inside me like an inferno.
“I want you to show me more than just the sea. Show me everything, please.”
Qurill’s body jerks. His eyes devour me.
“Everything,” he growls. “Pleasure?”
I nod frantically, sweat breaking out along my skin.
“Tonight I can be free—tomorrow you’ll take me ashore and all of this will feel like a distant dream,” I say in a rush. “I’ll return to my comfortable solidarity, and I want to have a piece of today—of you—with me when I do. I almost died today. I want to be reminded that I am very much alive.”
Qurill looms closer. His body is nearly directly over mine.
“What would you like me to do to you, Astryd?”
Biting my lip, I shrug.
“Don’t feel like I’m pressuring you. This is a bold demand. If you do not wish to—”
“However you want me,” Qurill purrs, his hand wrapping gently around my ankle, “I will gladly oblige all your desires.”
His fingers skim along my ankle bone. I gasp as my thighs slide apart on their own accord. I’m baring myself to his gaze. Qurill groans, using his hand to slide my one foot even further along the rock. My stomach quivers in anticipation.
“Maybe we could—well, I’m not sure.” I sound breathless. “Perhaps, we should kiss?”
It sounds more like a question than a demand. I want to kick myself. Qurill chuckles darkly, shaking his head from side to side. Damp hair curls along his fin-like ears as he shifts between my thighs.
“A kiss on the mouth is so trivial.” There is a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Let me bestow one on your pretty cunt. That will make you feel alive.”
My breath catches as both his hands hook around my ankles.
He slides them apart, settling them as far as they will go.
My inner thighs burn slightly, but any ache is forgotten as he lowers his face to my core.
His warm breath tickles my damp flesh. I feel no nerves about him seeing me like this.
I want him so badly I feel like I may perish at any moment.
Licking his blue lip, his eyes meet mine. Red decorates my knees and chest.
“Has any man ever touched you here? Seen you like this?”
I shake my head. Words are beyond me. Qurill grins, hooking his hands under my knees and tossing them over his massive shoulders.
“Good,” he purrs. “One less murder I have to commit tomorrow.”
Before I can respond, the broad side of his tongue skims up my slit. I scream at the wet glide of his muscle against me. He presses his mouth to me, his nose inhaling deeply against the patch of golden hair covering my feminine flesh.
“Tonight, I will be your master,” he whispers onto my damp skin. “The one who gives you unimaginable pleasure—the one whose memory no human man could ever fuck out of you.”
“Qurill,” I pant. “Please.”
“You want to test my vow, Astryd? Let me show you the pleasures that await you in my bed.”
With a snarl, he devours me fully. He licks my pussy from top to bottom.
His tongue slithers inside of me, pumping deeply.
His fingers dig into my hips, raising me against his face.
I canter my hips, rubbing my clit against his nose, greedy for all the friction I can get.
My hands fall to his head, the soft strands of hair shifting through my fingers.
His mouth makes sloppy wet sounds as he pleasures me. His lip latches onto my clit as my back bows off the rock. He releases me with a pop. My vision is beginning to blur. An unknown peak looms before me, and I long to be tossed off it.
“Give me your eyes, Astryd,” Qurill commands. “I want to see just how much you can take.”
My jaw goes slack as I watch him suck two fingers into his mouth. With trembling thighs, my anticipation grows as he glides his slick digits through my folds.
“You’re so wet—you hardly need this.”
He spits down onto my pussy, causing me to moan.
His foamy saliva lands on my clit and slides down my slit until it collects at my entrance.
His index finger swirls around my opening.
My breath catches at the sensation of being filled for the first time.
His insertion is slow, and his tongue licks my clit the entire time he invades me.
His name falls from my lips.
“Tight little pussy. I can’t wait to feel you stretch around my cock.”
I nod frantically. This is good, but I want more. I want everything. My body is alive. I’m merely a vessel for him to pleasure. I am for him to use however he sees fit because I know he will give me the completion I desire.
“Please.”
“Soon,” he vows. “Let me make you come first.”
He pulls his finger back before adding another. My heart pounds as he scissors them inside me. He’s careful not to go too deep. His rough pumps inside me make my head spin. My thighs begin to squeeze his head as pleasure pounds through me.
Withdrawing his fingers from me, his hand slaps down sharply on my clit. I scream, pleasure dancing on every nerve ending. The bite of pain enhances my desire. Qurill smiles as if he knew I’d like it. He seems to know my body better than I do.
“Tonight, I own every inch of you. Your sopping wet cunt—”
He tips my hips up further. Qurill’s finger, slick with my arousal and his saliva, presses against my back entrance. He slides into me slowly, laying claim to all I am.
“And your tight asshole.” He presses a kiss to my clit as his finger sheaths fully into my backside. “Come on my face while I fuck your ass with my finger. Now.”
His tongue spears into me, reaching as deep as it can.
I scream as both his finger and tongue work me in tandem.
I can feel both gliding against each other inside me.
My chest rises and falls as my skin glistens with sweat.
The air around us is damp. The scent of salt and our coupling mingle into a heady combination.
I’ve never felt anything like this. Pleasuring myself with my own hand has never yielded such intense results.
When my peak comes, I may die at the sheer force of it.
I’ve been moved past the point of pleasure.
I am just an object to be used for his desire—and I’ve never been happier. I want to be completely owned by him.
When his other hand begins rubbing tight circles on my clit, I erupt.
“Qurill!” I scream as pleasure washes over me.
My whole body locks down. My ass clenches around his finger while my pussy strangles his tongue.
The world around me blurs as each muscle in my body strains.
Fire churns in my belly, filtering out into my fingers and toes.
Wave after wave crashes over me, threatening to drown me in its pleasurable depth.
Qurill continues to lick me, even once my muscles give out and I fall limply to the rock. My body shakes with aftershocks as he pulls his finger from my ass. He licks me clean before pressing a final kiss to my clit.
His eyes are completely black as he prowls up my body.
Seawater drops onto my naked skin as he looms over me.
I open my arms and eagerly accept his weight.
His mouth falls onto mine, sealing the pleasure he just gave me with our first kiss.
I’m not nearly as practiced as him but it feels right all the same.
Just like he taught me to swim, his tongue teaches mine to glide with his.
I taste my arousal, and I moan. My hands hook around his head, holding him firmly against me. His hand falls to my breasts, roughly shaping my aching nipples in his palm. I groan against his mouth until we finally break for air. He kisses along my jaw, tracing along my skin as he reaches my ear.
“Your town sacrificed you to my father,” he whispers, “but it is I who will lay claim to you tonight.”
Qurill thrusts his hardness against me. I whimper at the size of the bulge straining against his leather pants. My mouth waters, and my satiated body is now aching for even more pleasure.
“I will possess you so deeply, no human man will ever satisfy you.”
The words are growled possessively against my ear. The thought of me with another is abhorrent to us both. He squeezes my breast tightly, marking me with his fingertips.
“When I leave tomorrow, you’ll return to the sea every night naked—calling out for me to fuck you amongst the waves or atop the sandy shore. Wherever I want, whenever I want.”
“Qurill,” I sigh, turning my head for another kiss.
He obliges. His mouth devastates mine. The vows he’s just given make my heart ache. I know he is right. It will be nearly impossible for me to leave him tomorrow, but I will. The only thing I can do now is leave a part of me behind so that my memory will torment him just as his torments me.
“Let’s get you fed,” he declares, breaking our kiss. “You’ll need your strength to endure our night together.”
I nod eagerly, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He tucks my body into his chest and plunges us back into the water.
Holding on to him tightly, he navigates us through the sea until the palace looms ahead.
The small voice inside me telling me to be wary is silent for once as we approach the towering structure.
Caution be damned, life is meant to be lived. At least for tonight.