Chapter 17 – Hex #2
The one tonight is relatively small. It helps limit the size of the beasts who can view the show.
I’m fairly sure the mermaid and selkie are romantically involved.
It’s a passing thought in my mind as I surface enough to catch Ali’s begging moans.
Atlas has her suspended with the hanging rings.
She’s a few feet away from the glass, and I can make out every shiver of her body.
I slink back under the water and dart away. The bright red numbers of the clock count down to my entrance, with only thirty seconds remaining. It’s on this side, so the audience in the main room can’t see it, but they are expecting me at anytime.
Anxiety pulses through my system.
My tentacles tease over the glass, sliding down before pulling back into the water. I repeat the process of stalking the tank before coming back to the glass. It’s thick, with a black rubber padding lining the top.
Several appendages scurry over the edge as I hoist myself up enough to see the full show. Atlas has a handful of Ali’s hair with her neck yanked back at a painful angle while his other palm connects with her luscious ass.
My cock instantly responds to the image of her tits bouncing as she shivers. She spots me and her eyes get wide. She’s more magnificent than in any of my fantasies, and I have dreamed about this day more times than I can remember.
My monster rears up, trying to take control and force a full shift.
I fight for control as Atlas licks from her ear down her neck. He winks at me, pulling her head back and murmuring something in her ear. I hoist myself the rest of the way up as my tentacles stretch over the glass and suction to the wall on the side of the stage.
Saber warned me not to put my full weight on the glass barrier if it can be helped, which was a surprise.
The one show of Laz’s I caught, he sat on the edge, watching while another monster fucked Vivie.
I don’t want to break the tank, so I take Saber’s advice, gripping the sturdier wall, and come to sit on the cushioned padding.
This is the weirdest role-play game I can imagine.
The audience is filled with threats to my wife.
I have every incentive to be convincing.
Un-fucking-fortunately, I have no actual experience, either in humanoid or monster form.
My beast was never interested in sex until he met Ali.
For many years, I thought all monster forms were asexual.
It wasn’t something anyone around me discussed, so I made assumptions.
However, mine is simply picky. He wants his mate and no one else.
“Yes,” Ali sobs, dancing around on her tiptoes.
Atlas bends her face farther toward me, giving me a look I don’t understand.
Oh, right.
I’m supposed to be enjoying the show he’s putting on while simultaneously being punished for planting my eggs in Vivie. This whole situation is a shit show waiting to happen, but I slide a hand across my pec and down my stomach.
My cock pops out of its pocket as I tease over my abs and down my pelvis. A low, pain-filled growl escapes my chest as Atlas settles himself on his knees behind her, burying his face in her cunt from behind.
Yes, fine, I’m jealous as fuck. Without him to distract her, it feels like her eyes bore into mine. She holds on to the rings, wiggling around on her toes as Atlas works some magic on her pussy.
The scent of her arousal floods the air as I wrap a fist around my shaft. It throbs painfully in response to her pheromones. My mate is at the edge of her heat cycle. Fae call it the quickening, but my kraken side recognizes it for what it is: the most optimal time to breed our mate.
My cock leaks clear fluid. It’s more plentiful than a human man would produce, but that’s because my shaft is considerably larger than average.
Without my pre-cum to lubricate her body, it would be painful.
Once soaked up by a partner, it has two purposes.
The first is to numb her cervix and the second is to increase pleasure.
It will act as an aphrodisiac, allowing her to fully relax and enjoy the sensation of my stinger penetrating her cervix to allow for implantation of my eggs.
In human form, my cum would simply act to heighten her desire. It’s only in full monster form that the tiny tentacle can slide its way past her cervix and into her womb. The thought has me violently thrusting into my hand as clear fluid drips from my tip.
I’m playing Laz. There’s no way he’d ruin the scene by painting the floor with his cum.
I shake my head, loosening my grip on the base of my cock.
Ali watches with rapt fascination, licking her lips. Fuck me, that look will forever be burned into my brain. Her mouth parts as her eyes flutter shut, and my body propels me forward without conscious thought.
My tentacles slide over the wooden stage as I fight my monster for control.
He’s sure we could wrap her up with a couple and still have plenty left to cook and clean with.
He’d cocoon her in us and never let her escape.
He’d also never hand off control to me again.
I’m the one who fucked up our connection with our mate, so he’ll happily cut me out of the equation altogether.
Yeah, he’s clearly functioning at baser level only.
Ali jolts, moaning and writhing. I stretch two tentacles up, gently removing her hold from the rings and transferring it to me. Her face falls against my chest, hot breath puffing out against my skin as her scent floods the air even further.
My tentacles stretch wide, spreading her arms like she’s flying. Two more do the same to her legs, but I keep her bottom half low so Atlas can fuck into her from behind. He hits his feet, positioning himself to do just that.
I hold her completely suspended, and it pleases that dark part of me on an animalistic level.
Her mouth brushes my neck as I tease my cock with one of my smaller tentacles. I have to focus really fucking hard to keep from doing something stupid. Suckers slide across her abdomen and back, coiling tight around her. There’s no way I’d risk dropping my mate.
I move under her chest so I can suck her tits.
“Hex,” she whispers.
Shock slides through my system, but fear comes next. She’s not supposed to address me as anything except Laz.
Atlas snarls, growling as he slaps into her. Perhaps he’s covering for her slipup, or maybe he hates hearing my name while he’s inside her. His hand brushes the tentacle wrapped around her stomach as he holds her hip, fucking into her like a beast.
“Please let me come,” Ali begs.
“No.” Atlas chuckles darkly, slapping her ass.
It makes her tits sway, and my teeth barely graze the tender flesh. I pull back, immediately preparing to apologize, but Ali whimpers, thrusting her breast back toward my mouth. I lick over the wound in silent apology and groan at the taste of her blood.
“More,” she pants.
I lick her nipple, assuming she’s talking to Atlas. I don’t know what the hell to do with my arms, so I brace her shoulders to keep my hands busy.
“No, you.” She wiggles her chest at me. “Gods, that felt amazing, Hex.”
I get very close to her ear to speak. “I’m supposed to be Laz.”
“Rake your teeth over me, please,” she begs, baring her throat. “Just like that. Oh, I’m there.”
I follow her command, ever so gently running my teeth down the column of her neck. My hands move to cup her tits, pinching the nipples.
“I told you to fucking wait,” Atlas snarls. “Aww, hell, tighten that sweet little cunt just like that.”
I pull back, examining her carefully. The skin is red and raised, but I didn’t fully break through. Somehow, she buries her face in my neck, panting against my flesh as she whines out her release.
“Flip her over,” Atlas growls.
I move back, releasing her legs as she begins to turn. I preferred her facing the floor. It was more difficult for those assholes in the audience to see her pretty face.
Atlas wraps her right leg up over his shoulder, holding her left in his grip. I barely get her top half facing the ceiling before he’s slamming back inside her.
I feel like a bumbling idiot trying to maneuver my tentacles to support her head and shoulders. I end up coiling several around Atlas’s back and leg as Ali wobbles. I toss my body forward and her head ends up resting right over my extremely hard cock.
She wiggles around, smiling up at me, and it takes everything in me to release the tentacle holding my dick. It seems extremely disrespectful to jerk off with her head laying on my pelvis and shaft.
I’m leaking pre-cum all over her hair, but there’s physically no way to stop that.
The soft skin of her cheek bumps around my lower stomach as Atlas powers in and out of her.
Her nipples tighten as her tits bounce. It’s difficult not to wish I was in his place, but I am satisfied with finally being able to participate.
Atlas spreads her left leg wider, grinning at me as he slowly pulls out until only the tip is inside her.
A low, rumbling growl escapes my chest. The urge to rip him away and slide inside her myself is strong.
Ali grabs my free hand, squeezing it as she stares into my eyes, and my multiple hearts try to pump right out of my chest.
“Fuck, look at you taking my fat cock.” Atlas snaps his hips forward. A combination of both their cum spills out with every manic slap.
“Clit,” Ali begs. “Tease my clit.”
Atlas doesn’t make a move for it, simply raises an eyebrow at me in challenge. I move down the tentacle that was working my cock to tease her swollen nub.
“Yes,” she sobs. “Just like that.”
“That’s it, dirty girl. Scream for me,” he snarls.
She complies, rambling out pleas and commands.
My dick throbs painfully. The way her mouth falls open as her eyes clench shut is nearly enough to have me spilling my load.
“Keep begging while I paint you in my cum,” Atlas growls, holding her so tightly that I suspect she’ll have bruises.
Ali doesn’t care. Her face is pure ecstasy as she whimpers. Her warm breath fans over my shaft as she comes all over his dick.
My head falls back, and I embrace the fact Silence was right.
We’re most definitely in Hell.