Chapter 41
Forty-One
Ellie
Wiping blood off what was arguably an electric sword always made her a little nervous. Ellie checked for the fourth time that she had in fact removed the electrical pulses from the device before deciding she'd leave the blood on it a little longer.
It wasn't like the giant sloth creature had acid blood.
That was reserved for nearly every single reptilian creature on this planet, now.
Why? She had no idea. That sort of question was better asked of Anya, or Mira, or any of the others that were regularly cataloguing the creatures that people like Ellie caught on their recording devices.
"Oh, shit," she muttered, reaching up to stop the recording from the sunglasses she wore.
This was her tenth facility she cleared out. Most of them on her own, although some she had to call in backup for. The first three were an absolute disaster. She'd almost died so many times, Proteus had nearly decided they would not do this anymore.
He'd scolded her up and down, telling her she wasn't cut out for this kind of work if she couldn't take care of herself. And he was right. She hadn’t been.
She should have focused more on keeping herself alive, but instead, she'd been so focused on not killing the creatures that inhabited this place.
Those feelings were a waste, she was coming to realize.
She'd thought this world had very limited creatures on it.
That every time she killed one of them, she was taking away from the natural order of things.
Whatever survived on this desert planet deserved to live.
She had come out of the ocean, where life was seemingly much easier for the sea creatures than it was for those who lived on land.
She had been wrong.
Very, very wrong.
Or, well, they all had been really. They believed that this planet had been dying, while it had actually been thriving. At least some creatures had been thriving. Ellie still didn't know what to call half of them, but they were here. In abundance.
This facility had, unluckily, been one of the more troublesome to clear.
But it was filled with smaller creatures for the most part.
Some of them almost looked like cats, but they were the standard, leathery creatures that were covered in scars.
The cat creatures were her favorite because they weren't usually aggressive.
They hissed and spat at her, but they were quick to run out into the sun the moment they realized their home had other people in it.
All she had to do with those was trail them, and then make sure she closed off where they left. Usually some smaller hole in the wall.
But then the sloth creature? That was one she hadn't seen before. It had come up to her waist, like a small bear mixed with some kind of mole, with long claws and very slow movements. She almost felt bad killing it, since it seemed like it wasn't interested in fighting her.
At least until it woke up. She'd just gotten her sword up in time to kill the beast.
"One of these days," she muttered on her way back to the water entrance. "I'm going to get myself a gun."
"I've already argued for that," Proteus said where he waited for her in the water.
His gaze slid over her entire body, taking stock of whether or not she was still alive. Every time she returned, he did this.
Dutifully, she walked over to him and stood there for his inspection. He noticed the slightest scrape on her jaw, feathering his touch over it as though he would only make it hurt worse if he pressed the pad of his finger there.
Then, as he did every time, his fingers grabbed the front zipper of her wetsuit. His eyes burned as he stared into hers, the backs of his knuckles dragging between her breasts, and then down her belly.
"Did you clear the entire facility?" Proteus asked.
"Of course I did," she replied, already breathless and knowing where this was going.
"Are you sure?"
She nodded, allowing him to push her back until she was seated at the edge of the water with her legs spread around him.
They'd both been scolded by Alexia for destroying too many wetsuits.
The old guard told them she knew damn well what was happening and why they were getting torn.
No one was scraping on rocks that much, and even with Ellie fighting the creatures in these facilities, no one else was losing so many wetsuits.
So, Proteus was careful as he dragged the tight material down her shoulders, to her hips, and then down off of her legs.
Then he looked her over, his gaze devouring her as his stare trailed down to her breasts.
He loved all of her body, but he loved those the most. He was so fascinated with them, and she didn't mind at all when he wanted to lavish attention on her chest for hours on end.
The man knew how to torture her, but she also knew he wasn't going to take his time.
He never could after she cleared a facility like this. He worried about her for far too long because she could die any moment that she was out of his sight.
Proteus trailed his lips up her leg, a relieved breath traveling ahead of him as he slowly made his way up. He always inspected them like he were expecting there to be a bite wound there. Just waiting for him to find.
"All in one piece," she murmured as he reached her thighs.
"For how long?" he asked, his mouth already opening far too wide.
Ellie watched as he allowed it to split open completely, widening farther and farther until it unfurled like a flower.
He attacked her. His tongue unerringly found her core with a speed that should have been terrifying, but she already knew he would not hurt her. She arched into him, caring very little that the tiny teeth that covered the petals of his mouth and down his throat would dig into her skin.
She already had so many scars around her hips. They were almost like tattoos at this point. Silver marks of how much he loved her, and how readily he wanted to please her.
Because he did.
Oh, Proteus pleased her every single day.
To anyone who saw them, they likely would have thought another monster had caught a human and was slowly eating them.
With her arms thrown over her head, her hair spread out on the floor, and with her pale back arched as it was, she probably looked a sight.
And then there was him. This hulking behemoth of a sea monster was undine and yet not.
With his mouth spread between her legs, his throat worked as he swallowed.
But he loved the taste of her. He lapped at her until she was dripping. Until she was so slick she could hear it.
That massive tongue plunged inside of her, working through her folds and then starting a pace she knew he would soon mimic. Her cries grew louder, filling the facility with the sounds of her pleasure.
She shattered. Far too quickly, as she always did. Fast and so hard it made her legs shake even as he rode with her through it. He always did that. Always wanted to feel every single tremble, every lingering pulse before he finally withdrew his tongue.
And then, only then did he loom over her.
When they'd first started this, he would close up his mouth long before she could see him. He didn't want to ruin the moment, he'd said. But she had told him time and time again, she loved every part of him. Even the monstrous parts.
Now, there was a beast on top of her. His mouth was split wide, both pieces glistening in the meager light. Thunder rumbled over them, and all she could see were teeth that could close over her skull at any minute.
The thrill of that hummed through her even as the head of his massive cock slotted between her legs. It still took work. Time. Effort for him to ease his way inside of her, and she loved every single minute of it.
Gasping, she reached between her legs to help him.
The head of him was easy. She'd taken him so many times now, she knew what it was like to guide that slick head inside and to feel the burn of a stretch that always happened.
But then there was more of him. The thickness of his cock only got thicker the closer they were to the base.
She took the lower one, so the top one could slide over her clit and give that friction she'd come to love.
He slid back out, plunging in deeper with a thrust that made her see stars. Proteus knew how far to go before it became actual pain. They'd practiced so many times now, he could have done it in his sleep to know exactly how far he could push her.
She released her grip on the cock inside her and instead clutched the one that wasn't. He loved it when she gripped him like this, holding onto the top cock and pressing it down hard against her belly.
He worked inside of her and out, listening for the sound of her panting to know when to speed up and when to slow down.
Looking up, she felt her own jaw drop open in pleasure at the sight of her monster.
The light played across his shoulders, massive and bunched muscles that moved with every thrust. The way he licked his teeth, and the drool that gathered there because she knew he was dying to taste her.
Then the tentacles.
Ah, those damn hip tentacles got her every time.
She always knew when he was close because they would wrap around her.
He tasted her with them too, she knew, but they were so damn good at sucking.
They latched onto her breasts, her clit, even his own cock.
They helped her hold on to his cock that wasn't inside of her, pressing harder, so hard she thought it would hurt him if she tightened her fist even a little more.
He groaned, and the sound vibrated through her.
His pace stuttered, staggering with pleasure. He was close. He always was when he did that.
But she wanted a few more minutes. Time for lingering glances so she could remember this moment for all her days to come. The monster above her, inside her, all of it was so picturesque that she didn't want to forget a single second of what they were doing.
The tentacles roped beneath her, prodding at the other entrance to her body that they were slowly starting to explore. As it writhed inside her, she couldn't stop herself.
Ellie came hard again, clenching around him as her pussy milked him for all it was worth.
That was all it took. He exploded, the sound of his pleasure so loud it made her ears ring. But she loved that too. She loved how loud he was, and how unashamed he had become at taking his pleasure when he hadn't even realized it was a reality for him to do.
She could feel every spray of his come, every rope of it that splashed through her insides and leaked out in a gush that simply could not be contained.
They were both breathing hard as they spiraled down from their pleasure. His mouth sealed back up again, as it always had to so he could speak, but then he looked down at her and chuckled.
He did that a lot lately. The sound was rusty, and sometimes it changed a bit, like he wasn't all that certain if it was the right sound at all. But every time she saw it for what it was.
A blessing.
A gift.
She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, tugging him tightly into her embrace and wrapping her legs around him as much as she could.
He was so big, he could never actually lie down on top of her.
But she appreciated that he pretended for her, dropping some of his weight onto her chest as they both came back to earth.
His lips pressed against her hair, the kiss chaste compared to what they had just done. "Was it hard this time?"
"No, not at all. But I got a new creature on camera.
" She tapped her sunglasses, which were somehow still on her head, and then realized that she had not, in fact, turned the camera off.
"I really need to get better at confirming the camera is off.
Now I'll have to go through the footage and delete it. "
Proteus leaned back, a gleam in his eye that she recognized. "Or we could keep that footage."
"And do what with it?"
"Watch it. Together."
The heat between her legs started to build again. But then she shook her head. "It's just my perspective. All you would see is yourself."
He arched a brow.
"Well, well, well. It appears the god still wants to feel important," she replied with a laugh. "You want to watch yourself?"
"I was worshipped for years by others. If I wish to still give myself that treatment, you can say nothing about it." He leaned down and nipped her ear, only to growl into it, "Besides, don't you want to watch it all again?"
She shuddered beneath him.
Ellie absolutely wanted to watch that footage over again while having sex with him. Or maybe she'd ask him to be behind her next time. They could both watch while he slowly plunged inside her, grinding down like he'd made her do the first time.
They both needed to stop thinking about this, or they were never going to leave this facility.
"For later," she replied, licking her lips and staring up at him. "You've made me insatiable, Proteus. I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive you for that."
He scoffed. "Ah, this is my fault? You're the one who jumps on me any chance you get. Don't think I don't see you watching me. You're supposed to be paying attention in those briefing meetings, and all you do is stare at me."
"Because you're staring at me!"
His gaze heated as he looked down at her. "Of course I am, Ellie. I'm always looking at you."
Her cheeks burned bright red. They had a place to go.
They were supposed to return to the domes and give all the information they’d discovered.
This facility actually looked viable for life, and most of the rooms were still intact.
Even some of the furniture. She should tell them all as soon as possible, so they could start moving people in here like they had at the other two facilities she found that were in as good a state.
But he'd mentioned watching her and... well, she didn't mind when he did that.
Ellie shifted away from him, her hands playing down her body. "Do you want to look at me right now?"
Oh, she loved the expression on his face. Proteus reached down to palm his cocks in one hand, nearly twisting them together as he nodded. "Whatever you want, Sisu. Always."