Chapter 36
Thirty-Six
Ellie
Ellie didn't think about all the reasons this should make her feel even more guilty. She had betrayed him. She'd gone against everything he had told her to do, and thus was the worst person on the planet.
But this wonderful, marvelous, and terrifying man had tucked a flower behind her ear because he said she was pretty with it there.
Her heart couldn't take it. That poor, strangled organ in her chest had been so misused throughout her entire life. To have someone look at her and tell her they wanted her made every part of her glow.
Proteus might be angry at her as soon as he learned the truth, but she was not going to waste the few moments she had with him. She refused.
So, she kissed him. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with every fiber of want and need and desire that had been burning in her for far too long.
It didn't matter that he was an immortal god who would outlive her for many, many years.
It didn't matter that the world was coming down around their ears, and most of it was his fault.
It didn't matter that there were far too many secrets and lies standing between them.
Right now, it was just him and her, and the need that burned between them.
She parted his lips with her tongue, feeling him arch up into her as she did so.
Perhaps it was the taste of her. The burst of flavor that always happened when they kissed.
She wasn't sure what made him react like she'd electrocuted him, but Ellie wasn't going to complain when his arms suddenly came around her in a vise-like spasm.
He groaned into her kiss, the splits along his mouth already opening, like he wanted to devour her whole if he could. She knew that was part of himself that he fought against. A large part of him wanted to consume her.
At the thought, she let out a little moan of her own and straddled his waist. All she could think about was the last time he'd been between her thighs.
He'd eaten her like he had been a man starving.
For her touch. Her taste. For her slickness to coat his throat so thoroughly that he would never forget the taste of her.
She was untried. Untested. Before him, Ellie had thought sex was something that others did but not something she could ever enjoy.
And he'd never enjoyed his body like this either.
Yet, there was a feral, little monster inside of her that knew what it wanted, and it was tired of waiting for either of them to take the opportunity.
Apparently, he felt the same. As she rocked on top of him, finding a ridge on his scales that felt so good, he grabbed onto her hips.
Those massive claws dug into her skin, but the pricks of pain only heightened her senses as he rocked her a little more firmly against him.
He pressed her down onto that ridge of scales, ripping his mouth from hers as his neck arched back.
She stared at the muscles there. Watching the seam that could split move as though he wanted to allow his entire mouth to fall open.
She knew the feeling. A burning ache spread between her thighs, embarrassingly wet as she ground down on him.
Planting her hands on his stomach, she looked down at where she rocked. His scales were different here. Slightly parted if she looked hard enough, as though there was a seam.
Was this where...?
Curiosity got the better of her. Though she was already breathing hard, she couldn't stop herself from exploring his body as he had not allowed her to. Where had his cocks come from? Obviously, she'd seen them. She'd had them in her mouth as well.
But she didn't remember exactly where they'd poked through from his tail.
On one of the movements where he lifted her just slightly, readying her to bring her back down hard onto his body, she shifted her weight to come down behind the slit in his scales.
And then she feathered her fingers over the seam.
The groan he made was downright sinful.
She did it again. Again. Her fingers followed the surprisingly soft, slick skin on either side of the scales until he just..
. popped out. Suddenly his cocks were right in front of her again, and they were every bit as massive as she remembered.
Intimidating, they looked like they were as large as her forearm, if a little narrower.
A foolish voice in her head told her to put her arm up against them, but then he arched up. The hot look in his eyes had returned, and his voice was ragged as he said, "Forgive me, Sisu."
She was about to ask what she needed to forgive him for when he dragged his claws down her back. From shoulders to hip, he destroyed her wetsuit. Tore it right down the back. Then he grabbed the ragged tear and ripped it off her body.
One moment she was clothed, and the next, the top half of her wetsuit was completely gone. He'd torn the neoprene as if it were as thin as paper.
Jaw hanging open, she stared down at herself before looking back to him to see him watching her like a starving man. He stared at her revealed skin, panting and nearly drooling.
"I do not know what you need from me," he murmured. "I fear I might harm you if I do all that I wish."
She took his hands, shaking out the remaining neoprene that still clung to his fingers, and planted them on her hips. "You won't hurt me, Proteus. I am certain of that. Touch as you wish."
It was like she'd unleashed an animal. He lunged for her, his jaw unhinging as his tongue licked the space between her breasts.
She was pressed back against his tail, which had come up to give her something to lie against. She tilted her head back, eyes closed as she found herself enveloped by him.
He was so big, so long, that it was easy for his tail to loop around her waist, holding her in place as his tongue coiled around one of her breasts.
He toyed with the peak, watching her with an intensity she could feel. Every sucked in breath, every ragged moan, all of it spurred him on.
He played with her breasts for a maddening amount of time.
Clearly he enjoyed the sounds she made as he teased her, but then his claws were tearing at the legs of her suit.
He pulled them off her far too easily. In the blink of an eye, she was nude, reclining against scales that were so warm she swore they were leaving branded marks against her.
Claws dug into her hips, forcing her to open them so his tongue could slip between her folds.
White hot heat speared through her at the touch of his tentacles as well.
He didn't need his claws or his fingers to spread her wide, to spear her with his tongue while his tentacles found her clit and sucked.
Ellie fractured into a thousand pieces. She was a galaxy of stars, so many pieces of herself thrown out into the universe, and he was the only thing holding her together. Her legs were shaking on either side of him. Her hips ached from being spread so wide, and still he wasn't stopping.
The groaning sound he made as he licked up every drop of her orgasm had her reaching for him.
He was new to this too, she remembered. He knew what they had done before, and he knew that there was pleasure to be found in touching. But she wouldn't be surprised if he didn't know the last bit that she intended to do with him.
Spreading her hands, she reached between her legs to frame his face. But she had forgotten that his mouth was completely open, and sharp teeth pricked her fingers before she could warn him what she was doing.
Ellie felt the warmth of her blood sliding between her fingers, and she wasn't prepared for the groan that came out of him when he tasted her blood on his tongue.
He tried to flinch back from her, but she caught him.
She watched with fascination as his mouth closed. The muscles contracted, sealing the lower part of his throat while his jaw seemed to hang unhinged for a moment longer.
Ellie spread her blood on the seam at his throat, knowing that he would taste it. The seam there worked in a swallow. A flash of need burned in his eyes.
"Lie back," she whispered. "Lie back for me and trust me."
He clearly hesitated. But then a shadow crossed his eyes, and he touched a single claw to her chest. Right over her heartbeat. "I have always trusted you, Ellie. Always."
It must have taken a lot for him to lie back and just look at her. He wasn't a creature used to giving someone the upper hand. Not that she could have hurt him if she had wanted to. Ellie was so weak and so small, perched on top of him as she was.
She reached between them and palmed one of his cocks. He arched into her, bucking into her fist so his already slick cock would slide through her fingers. She knew he liked that. The tension, the tightness, but she had a feeling it would be much better once it was inside of her.
Guiding the tapered head to her core, she took a deep breath and exhaled as the tip slowly penetrated her.
"Wait," he said, nearly sitting up but lying back down when she slapped a hand to his chest. "What are you doing?"
She didn't have the words for it. The pressure, the fullness, it was unlike anything she had experienced before. She thought she liked it. She'd always heard that the first time someone did this, it might be a little painful. But all she felt was pleasure. Slick wetness. Need.
So much need.
She braced both of her hands on his chest and bore down. Pressing him deeper inside of her. Moving until she could feel more and more of him.
His eyes rolled back in his head. Proteus slammed his hand down on the rocks, and his claws gouged furrows into the stones beneath them. Every muscle in his body tightened as she took him as deeply as she could. Which admittedly wasn't that far.
There was a lot of him, and she was only one woman.
Reaching between them, she gripped him in her hand and drew all the way back up. There was a pinch of pain, but not enough to stop her. The slow glide. The heat of him. The thickness of his cock made her feel like she was going insane.
Every time she did it, it felt better. The tension inside her built again. Coiling tighter and tighter as she used him in whatever way she wanted.
Then, she finally glanced up at him again to see him watching her with awe.
"Okay?" she asked, breathless as she started a pace that made it hard for either of them to speak.
"Don't stop."
"I wasn't going to." She ended the words with a moan that echoed throughout the chamber as she spasmed on top of him.
She was so close. Back to the point where there could be some kind of magic that happened between them. She just had to push a little harder, needed something else.
His tail came up behind her again, pressing against her back and coaxing her to lean backward.
And then, those hip fins. His tentacles came around her, a web of suckers that latched onto her torso.
Many of them lashed across her breasts, wrapping around her nipples with delicious suction.
More delved between her legs, wrapping around his cock, her fingers, and her clit.
Their grip made moving difficult, but then she ground down on him as she had when they started, and sparks burst behind her eyes.
"Oh," she whispered as his stomach flexed beneath her free hand.
Suddenly he was right there. His face was in front of hers, his breath fanning across her lips.
He kissed her. Consumed her. His tongue mimicked the movements she made on his cock as she rocked back and forth on top of him until everything exploded.
She tensed so hard on him, spasming around his cock as her body came harder than she ever had before. She forgot how to breathe. How to think. She could only shake with pleasure that seared through her entire body.
And then he was coming too, the guttural sound of his pleasure muffled by her lips and tongue.
She could feel him. The pressure of all his cum pulsed inside of her, gushing out over her fingers because there just wasn't enough space to keep it all in. Spilling between them in a glimmering, kaleidoscope of colors that caught the light.
Breathing hard, she leaned back against his tail, her fingers still wrapped around his cock.
There was wetness on her back too. Slick where he must have come from his other cock as well.
She'd have to explore that at some time.
Ellie was a little embarrassed to admit she wasn't so creative as to know what to do with two of them.
She'd only seen a few rooms full of people, and even if there were two men with one woman, she hadn't really looked that closely to see how that all worked.
Memories like that didn't matter right now, though. There was something about him that had changed as he looked at her. Something that made her want to bite him. To kiss him. To start all of this over again.
He looked at her like she was some kind of goddess that had come down from the sky to give him this gift.
Proteus cupped the back of her neck, giving her a slow kiss that made her slide down a little further onto his cock, somehow still hard inside of her. She whimpered into his mouth until he finally released her.
His grip on her neck tightened just a bit. "What was that?"
"I believe it's called sex."
"A man could get lost in that," he muttered, dragging his lips down her neck. His tongue darted out, chasing a drop of sweat that rolled between her breasts. "How many times can we do that?"
"As many times as you want."
"Good, because I have some theories."
"Theories?" She gasped as he rocked into her, somehow sliding even deeper inside of her.
"Theories," he repeated. His tentacles shifted a little, giving them just enough room for him to thrust up into her a little deeper before drawing back.
The friction was almost too much. She was still so sensitive, and he was just so big.
They didn't get up from that exact spot for a little while. But at some point, she would always remember that he had taken the flower out of her hair and put it somewhere safe. So she'd have it for later, he said.
This man would forever be her undoing, she feared.