Chapter 11 #2
“Lila is in the pool, and I want her,” he demands again. “Give. Me. Lila.”
“Lila? The boss men’s granddaughter?” Suddenly, a head with beautiful golden hair and eyes peers over and down the shaft that leads to the pool.
It’s Nixie, Nikos’s sister, and she smiles and waves.
I give her a sheepish grin and wave awkwardly.
Her face disappears, leaving me to listen again.
“So she is. Well, you can’t have her. Get your shit together and come back once you’re calm.
Seeing you like that is enough to frighten anyone, let alone someone who only thought they were human a little over a week ago. ”
Another raging growl echoes through the pool as I watch the water ripple from the vibration.
I don’t think this is going to end well for my Aquilian protectors.
“She is my blood rose, and I am not leaving until you give her to me.” He mentions that phrase again, and something tickles the back of my mind. I’m sure Magenta said something about that, but I can’t remember what it was.
“Oh, well that explains your reaction.” Nixie sounds surprised.
“No kidnapping and ravishing. Caspian said so,” Nikos repeats, and I hear Nixie reassure him.
“No, not without enthusiastic consent at least. Sometimes a woman enjoys a good ravishing,” I hear her tell her brother.
“They do? Hmm, I will take that into consideration.” He sounds thoughtful, and I giggle despite the serious circumstances.
I wonder why Saxon hasn’t just pushed the two Aquilians out of the way and flashed down.
Whatever weapons Nikos wields must be serious, and it’s clearly not his dick, because Nixie would have reacted.
“Go see Link and ask if he can mute the reaction for the moment. Someone needs to explain what is happening to Lila. The poor girl is having so much thrown at her at once—mated, pregnant, and then that asshole dragon, not to mention lost grandpas, heir to an alien circus, and well, just everything. No wonder she’s hiding at the bottom of our pool.
I’m surprised she’s not curled up like a coloomy shell and sobbing. ”
I hear Saxon growl once more. “No, I am not leaving. I will wait until she comes out if you won’t let me through.
” I wonder how he got to their house. I didn’t hear him enter the water, and I think that’s something I would have picked up in shifted form, but there are no dry paths leading to the homes in the middle of the pool. Holy shit, I wonder if he can fly.
“Fine, then you give me no choice. I’m sorry, Saxon.”
A beautiful, haunting melody rings through the rock chamber, and I find myself swaying in time to it, my eyes drooping and my body relaxing.
My tentacles become pliant, and I flop down.
It’s so freaking weird not to have legs.
I actually haven’t had a good chance to explore this shifter body, but I guess now is not the time.
I make a mental note to shift at home in our tub and get Caspian to give me the rundown on kraken biology.
There’s a shout and a thud, and then I hear Nixie and Nikos again as that dreamy feeling leaves me. “I’ll alert Link that we need him. He’ll know how to deal with the unconscious Vilaxian and hopefully mute Saxon’s need for Lila until someone can explain to her what it means.”
“I will go and see if Lila is okay,” Nikos tells his sister.
“Fine, but remember consent is crucial, Nikos. Say nice things to her, and smile without your sharp teeth. That’s enough to scare anyone who’s not Aquilian. And don’t be...” She trails off.
“What?” he asks.
“You. Don’t be you. Be a nice version of you if you want to tempt this woman to swim with you and maybe stroke your fins.”
“I don’t want her to swim with me, I want to fuck her.” Now that the melody has stopped, I’m more lucid again, and I snort when I hear him say that.
Nixie sighs. “Okay, well, I tried. Good luck with that.”
Footsteps make their way down the steps, and Nikos finally appears in front of me.
His pastel green skin glimmers in the low light of the rock cavern, and his metallic gold hair hangs long down his back.
He holds a golden trident in one hand like Poseidon, but it’s the rest of him that startles me.
I don’t know why. Of course the man doesn’t have a tail while he is on dry land, I just wasn’t expecting this.
The man in front of me is naked, apart from a piece of cloth covering his groin, and it’s not doing a very good job of hiding anything.
In fact, now that his molten gold eyes are locked onto my exposed breasts, his cloth starts to move as his dick hardens.
He places the trident against the wall and steps forward.
“Hello, Lila. I like your breasts.” I hear a groan and the sound of a slap from above.
“For fuck’s sake, Nikos,” I hear his sister complain.
“Ah, thank you, Nikos? I… uh… like your cock?” Although the thing is still draped in cloth, it is now standing at attention, and it looks like it could have nice girth and length, not to mention it’s moving around like an elephant’s trunk.
“Would you like to suck it?” he inquires.
Um, well, okay then. How am I supposed to answer this question?
A burning sensation on my shoulder tells me exactly how I feel and what I want to do.
Goddamn it, I know I’m attracted to this man, but should I really be sucking his dick?
One part of me just wants to embrace this whole Skarrian experience, but the other part of me, the one which is rooted in Earth morals and traditions, is screaming at me for being such a slut.
“Raincheck?” I ask him, and he frowns, looking up.
“It is not raining. It can rain in our environment, but we don’t put it in storm mode very often. What has that got to do with you wrapping your lips around my manhood?”
“It is an Earth saying. It means, can we do that next time?” I explain, hiding my grin.
“Yes, of course. Link is on his way, and he will probably bring your mate. He would undoubtedly want you to suck his cock first. I shall wait my turn.” Nikos makes it sound like it’s perfectly reasonable for me to be sucking a lot of cock, and while I’m tempted, I need answers about Saxon.
Why did he react so intensely to the scent of my blood, and will his need to find me continue?
I really need him to work with me and show me how to use that gun, and hopefully I can convince him that my body is not as fragile as he thinks so I can work on my hand-to-hand combat skills as well.
“How is Link going to get over to your home?” I ask, hoping the change of subject might make his raging boner go down.
“Can I at least touch your breasts? Maybe I can help you relax while we wait for him to arrive,” he offers, stepping closer to me, and I hold up a tentacle to stop his forward movement.
Unfortunately, I haven’t quite got the hang of them on land.
In the water, they function like a breeze and everything happens naturally, but on land, not so much, and it wraps around his cloth-covered dick instead of touching his chest where I had intended for it to go.
“Oh, you have changed your mind?” he asks, sounding adorably hopeful, and as I try to figure out how to remove it, the suckers latch onto the underside of his cock, which is not covered by the cloth, and I can taste Nikos through them.
He’s salty and tangy and delicious, kind of like a margarita.
Fuck me. If giving head tasted like that all the time, I would have been the blow job queen in high school.
He moans and thrusts into my tentacle as I try to pull it away, but before I can get it to cooperate—the damn thing has a mind of its own—I hear voices in the upper section again, specifically Link’s and Caspian’s.
My heart sinks, and I pull harder, trying to unwrap it, and Nikos throws his head back and moans, “Yes.”
“No, no, no. This is not what was supposed to happen. I’m not even sure what is so good about it! Your damn dick is half wrapped in cloth.”
“But your breasts bounce so nicely and your grip is so good.” The footsteps come down the spiral rock staircase, and Nikos speeds up his thrusts. I can’t get my tentacle to unwrap no matter what I try. It’s like it’s sentient and refuses to give up control.
Just as the other three step out onto the platform, Nikos shouts and thrusts hard once more, exposing the tip of his cock through the cloth.
As he does, cum shoots out and splatters all over my chest, the warm sticky fluid tingling against my skin as my tentacle finally unlatches itself and moves enough so it can suction around the now dripping tip.
I look at my mate and potential lover in dismay. “This is not what it looks like.”
They exchange a glance and grin. “Looks like a good time to me,” Caspian says, and Link joins in with his laughter as Nixie groans, slapping a hand over her eyes.
“Fucking hell, Nikos. What did you do?”