Chapter 15
Ursuline had always felt like safety to me, but when they fixed their gaze on me, a thrill rippled up my spine.
The intensity in their eyes screamed danger for my heart, yet they’d won my trust through my time here, and even though they approached me slowly, as if I might get spooked, I held strong.
I wanted to be here with them tonight.
“Strip for me,” they said, undeniable command in their tone.
It sent a shiver through me. While I wasn’t a hookup type, boyfriends and girlfriends were fleeting in this society.
I’d fucked and been fucked by men and women before, but I’d never been with a monster.
Despite what my parents tried to convince me of about monsterkind, out of everyone I’d been with, I’d never felt safer than with Ursuline.
I tugged my loose linen shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. Ursuline stopped in front of me, a mere foot away.
The tip of their tentacle traced down my bare chest, slow and deliberate.
A shudder racked my body, and then they teased the tip near my nipple.
The slightest brush and a flare of pure lust rushed through me.
They wrapped their tentacle around my nipple and gave a light tug.
A gasp escaped me, and my cock strained with how hard I was.
“You’re so responsive, sunshine,” Ursuline purred as they continued to tug at my nipple.
Each time, sparks flew through me. Another tentacle slithered up my other side and wrapped around that nipple.
Holy fuck. Those sparks intensified, and my cock leaked pre-cum, enough to leave a stain.
They tugged both at the same time, and electric pleasure coursed through me.
A long, low moan escaped me. Their tentacles were soft and smooth, and the thickness wrapped around my nipples sent a shiver down my spine.
They stood mere inches from me, their darkly sweet scent caressing me.
They were a contrast of sharp angles and curves, from their broad shoulders to their sharp jaw to the curve of their hips and the undulating tentacles below.
I never believed I’d get this close, but I would savor every second I got with them.
They tugged at my nipples again, and I balled my hands into fists to keep in place. I’d never realized how sensitive they were, but the suction around them, the gentle tugs of their tentacles, vaulted me into euphoria.
“And how do you like being taken?” they asked, their voice deliberate, sinuous. Another of their tentacles slipped through my legs, and they brushed it right between my cheeks. Heat flooded through me fast and fierce.
“There,” I gasped out. “Oh gods, there.” Their tentacles wrapped around my nipples, another one gliding up and down my crack, and sweat broke out on my temple.
My breaths came in ragged. They could overload me, make me forget that anything else existed but them.
This close, I could see slight slits along the sides of their throat—gills?
The urge to run my fingers along them struck me, but I could barely do anything but moan with the way they teased me right now.
The wicked arch of their brows, the teasing smile on their lips vaulted me even higher.
“You’re a bit overdressed for that,” they said, gliding their tentacle between my cheeks again. The fabric of my pants and boxer briefs separated us, and I hated it. I wanted to be bare for them, stripped down at their mercy.
I fumbled for the button of my pants, and they gave my nipples another tug.
A shudder racked through me, halting my progress as I paused on the zipper.
Fuck, how was I supposed to pay attention?
The pure electricity percolating through me was unreal, something I’d never felt with anyone I’d been with before.
I managed to shunt the zipper down, and then I grabbed my waistband and shoved both my pants and my boxer briefs to the floor in one go.
Ursuline drew their fingertip along the center of my chest, down, down, down until they reached the soft curls at the base of my cock.
My whole body trembled as I kicked my shoes, my pants, and my underwear off.
I was in the middle of nudging at my socks when they glided their tentacle back between my cheeks.
The slight suction of the tentacles against my skin sent a violent burst of pleasure through me.
My hole ached, to be filled, to be fucked, to be stretched open.
I stumbled a little but managed to divest myself of every scrap of clothing.
Completely bare in the middle of the music room, I should’ve felt exposed.
However, with the way Ursuline surrounded me, their tentacles around my hard nipples, sliding against my hole, and their fingertip trailing up and down my chest, I incinerated.
The sensations threatened to overwhelm me in the best way.
My knees trembled. I wouldn’t be able to keep myself upright for long.
Would they fuck me with a cock? With a tentacle? I wasn’t sure of their anatomy at all. I just wanted anything Ursuline was willing to offer.
“You’re thinking too much, sunshine,” they teased, the wry note in their tone undeniably sexy. “You want to get taken by me?”
“Desperately,” I gasped out.
“In every hole?” they asked.
Lust roared through me fast and fierce, and I bobbed my head.
“Words,” they said. “I need your words.”
“Yes, please,” I begged again and thrust my ass back, as if I could somehow get their tentacle inside me. My cheeks heated at the shamelessness of it, but I didn’t care. My whole body hummed with awareness, with a need desperate for satiation.
“Bend over on the bench,” they said, drawing their tentacles away from me. “Expose that pretty hole for me.”
Their dirty talk set me aflame, and I reached down to stroke my cock, the pulse of lust hitting me fast and fierce.
I hadn’t realized how much I wanted someone to command me like this, to tell me what to do every step of the way.
To take me over and let me embrace blissful oblivion, even if only for a few moments.
My nipples were hardened nubs from the attention, distracting me as I walked over to the piano bench.
I placed my palms flat on the surface and followed instructions, bending over and spreading my legs until the air from the room hit my exposed hole.
Ursuline’s stare burned into me the entire time.
Maybe I slowed my movements a little more due to that attention.
Maybe I thrust my ass out a little farther because of it too.
They let out a low rumble that echoed through the acoustics of the room.
“As much as I want to hear all your gorgeous sounds, this has to stay between us,” they said as they approached, gliding forward. “Which means you’ll have to be a good boy for me and suck.”
They stopped behind me, their presence consuming the air between us.
I glanced back, and the sight of them looming over me struck me with such intense desire that my legs trembled.
Their silver hair was swept back, their jawline sharp, their pale blue skin a shade darker in the lighting of the room.
They stood upright on their tentacles, but two slithered out from beneath, looking slicker and more defined than the others.
“Have you ever been with my kind, sunshine?” Ursuline asked, crooking a brow.
I shook my head and gulped. The idea of those pumping inside me…fuck. My cock dripped, pre-cum forming a puddle on the floor beneath me.
“Let me introduce you to my mating tentacles, then,” they said, their gaze flashing with the sort of heat that threatened to undo me. “Be my good boy, and open your mouth.”
I obeyed at once, desperate for whatever they’d give me.
Ursuline stepped up behind me, close enough that their body brushed against my ass cheeks.
One mating tentacle hovered in front of my open mouth.
With the tip, they brushed against my lower lip, then my upper, teasing me.
The slickness left a residue there, something that tasted a bit salty.
I swallowed hard, my throat bobbing. The urge to lean forward and lick rose in a fierce way, but I wanted to follow their instructions more.
The tip of their tentacle probed into my mouth, gliding along my tongue.
“Suck,” they commanded.
I eagerly obeyed. I wrapped my mouth around the appendage and sucked. It was thick and smooth, warmer than I’d expected. A small gush pumped into my mouth, salty and hot, and I swallowed it down.
“You’re going to get more than a mouthful, sunshine,” they said. “Your belly and your hole will be full of cum by the time I’m done with you.”
My lashes fluttered, and I moaned around the tentacle in my mouth.
They gave a slight thrust in and out, the tip diving down my throat.
I choked on their tentacle, tears blossoming in my eyes, my throat convulsing.
Except they stayed there, patiently waiting as I adjusted.
I drew deep breaths from my nose as I got used to the length lodged in my throat, as their slickness lubed the way.
I continued to suck, and they began to fuck my throat with those light strokes. Heat brimmed in my eyes at how careful they were with me. At their consideration and communication with every step. I’d never felt safer, even as I free fell.
“Damn, that throat feels like sin,” they said, their tone gruff.
Their palm ran along my side, down and around my ass cheek as the caress sent a shudder through me.
My hole ached to be filled. I couldn’t imagine being consumed by them, wrecked and completely full.
Yet I yearned for the sensation with every ounce of my being.