Chapter Seven
Lilith
I’m trembling as I cross the bar toward him.
Every eye in the room tracks my movement, but I don’t care. All I see is Theron, standing by the bar with his hand extended, his dark eyes burning with hunger.
When I reach him, he doesn’t speak. He just takes my hand and threads his fingers through mine, the touch sending electricity racing up my arm.
“You came back,” he states.
“I couldn’t stay away.” The admission feels vulnerable, but it’s the truth. I tried. God, I tried. But not being near him was unbearable.
His grip tightens on my hand. “Come with me.”
He leads me through the bar, past curious glances and knowing smiles, to a door in the back I hadn’t noticed before. It opens onto a narrow and dimly lit staircase. We climb in silence, the air growing warmer and heavier with each step. At the top, he pushes open another door.
The room beyond is simple but beautiful.
A large bed dominates the space, covered in dark sheets that look impossibly soft.
Candles flicker on every surface, casting warm golden light across the walls.
A window overlooks the ocean, or what looks like the ocean, though something about it feels different.
More alive. And it’s not even possible. The ocean is five blocks away from this bar.
“What is this?” I ask.
“A pocket of my realm,” Theron says, closing the door behind us. “It exists between your world and mine. It’s private and safe. Ours.”
Ours.
The word settles over me like a claim, and I shudder. Not from fear, but from anticipation. I should be scared. Maybe I am a little. But the fear is nothing compared to the want burning through me.
“Okay. This is nice,” I whisper.
“Then come here.”
I move toward him, closing the distance between us. My heart is hammering so hard I’m sure he can hear it. When I’m close enough, he reaches out and cups my face in both hands, his thumbs brushing over my cheekbones. The touch is gentle and reverent, like I’m something precious to him.
“I’ve waited so long for you,” he murmurs. “Longer than you can imagine.”
“I’ve waited too,” I breathe. “My whole life.”
His eyes darken. Then he leans down and kisses me.
It’s not gentle. His mouth claims mine hungrily. His tongue slides against mine in a rhythm that makes my knees weak. I grab his shoulders to steady myself, feeling the hard muscle beneath my hands, the barely contained power of his true form.
He tastes like the ocean. I moan into his mouth, and he growls in response, one hand sliding into my hair to tilt my head exactly where he wants it.
The kiss deepens and turns desperate. His other hand grips my hip, pulling me flush against him, and I can feel how hard he is, how much he wants this. How much he wants me.
“I need to see you,” he says in a strained voice. “All of you.”
I nod, unable to form words.
He steps back and watches as I pull off my hoodie, then my shirt. My hands shake as I reach for the clasp of my bra, but I manage it, letting the fabric fall away.
He growls loudly as his gaze rakes over me, hot and possessive, and I feel beautiful under his attention. Desired in a way I’ve never experienced before.
“You’re perfect. Now, the rest,” he demands.
I kick off my shoes, then shimmy out of my jeans and underwear until I’m standing before him completely naked.
He makes a guttural sound.
“Your turn,” I manage, my voice barely steady.
“Are you sure?”
I nod. “I want to see you.”
He smiles, slow and predatory. “You get half for now.”
Then his form begins to shift. I stumble backward and grab the edge of the dresser to steady myself.
The change is gradual. His skin darkens, the iridescence becoming more pronounced.
His eyes stay human but deepen to pure black, vast and fathomless.
And from his back, sides, torso, and his arms, tentacles emerge.
Dozens of them. They move independently, curling and unfurling in the candlelight.
Some are thick and powerful, others slender and precise.
All of them are covered in those textured suckers I’ve designed a hundred times but never truly understood until now.
And just as I fantasized, there is a central limb.
It’s thicker, smoother, and terrifyingly large, pulsing with a heat the others don’t possess.
It’s the masterpiece I’ve been trying to draw my whole life, and now it’s right in front of me.
It’s so huge that I’m finally getting a little scared, even though deep down, I know Theron won’t hurt me. He’ll stretch me to my limits, though.
I swallow; my eyes fixed on the pulsing heat of that central limb.
“Don’t be afraid, Lilith,” Theron rumbles, and the sound vibrates in my pussy. “You were made for this. You were made for me.”
Any sane person would be scared to death, but I shake that fear away. I’m ready for him. For this. For whatever is about to happen.
“Show me,” I whisper. “Show me everything.”
His smile turns feral. In an instant, tentacles wrap around my wrists, gentle but firm, lifting my arms above my head.
Others curl around my ankles, spreading my legs.
I gasp as more slide around my waist and my thighs, supporting my weight as I’m lifted off the ground.
He pulls my legs further apart. I’m suspended in the air, completely exposed, completely at his mercy.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Theron says, moving closer. “Helpless. Bared. Mine.”
A slender tentacle trails up my inner thigh, and I whimper. It doesn’t touch where I need it the most. Not yet. Instead, it teases and explores. The suckers create a pull-and-release sensation that makes me tremble.
“Please,” I breathe.
“Please, what?” His voice is dark. “Tell me what you want, Lilith.”
“Touch me. I need—God, I need you to touch me.”
“Where?” Another tentacle joins the first, both of them sliding up my thighs, so close to my aching pussy, but not close enough.
“Everywhere,” I gasp. “Please, Theron, everywhere.”
He makes a satisfied sound. Then the tentacles move.
One wraps around my right breast, the suckers latching onto my nipple with pressure that makes me cry out.
Another mirrors it on the left, and the dual sensation is overwhelming.
They squeeze and release in a rhythm that has me arching in the restraints.
I cry out his name over and over while he keeps his suckers working my nipples.
His thickest tentacle slides between my legs, not penetrating yet, just pressing against my slick folds. The texture drags over my clit, and I nearly come undone on the spot.
“So wet for me,” Theron murmurs, his still-human eyes watching. “So ready.”
“Please, please, please,” I plead again, because I’m not above begging. Not for this.
The tentacle between my legs moves. It slides back, pressing against my entrance. It’s thick, impossibly thick, and I tense. A few moments ago, when I first saw it, I was scared, but now that it’s right at the opening of my pussy, I’m trembling with fear. It’s too huge. It’s never going to fit.
“Relax,” Theron says as if he can read my mind. “I’ll never hurt you.”
I nod and force myself to breathe and relax.
The tentacle pushes inside. I cry out at the stretch, at the fullness. It’s so much more than the toys I use. Warmer, alive, and fully responsive. It works itself deeper, inch by enormous inch, letting me adjust to the inhuman girth.
“That’s it,” Theron encourages me. “Take all of me, Lilith. Your pussy was made for this.”
The tentacle slides deeper, the suckers along its length catching and releasing inside me, creating sensations I didn’t even know existed. My head falls back, a moan tearing from my throat. This is so much better than anything I could’ve ever imagined.
Then another tentacle finds my clit, and I scream, overcome with pleasure. The sucker latches on and pulls and sucks, creating a rhythm that has me gasping and trembling even more. The tentacle inside me starts to move again with slow, deep thrusts.
“Oh, God,” I whimper. “Oh, God, Theron—”
“I know,” he says, his voice tight with restraint. “I can feel how close you are. How your body is clenching around me. Come for me, Lilith. Let me feel how you come for me.”
The tentacles move faster. The huge one inside me thrusts deeper while the others work my nipples and clit with relentless precision. I’m surrounded by them, held in place, stimulated everywhere at once, and it’s too much to bear.
My eyes roll back in my head as an orgasm crashes through me like a wave. I scream his name while pleasure explodes through every nerve. My inner walls clamp down on the tentacle inside me, and it pulses in response, as if my pleasure is feeding his.
But even though I’m coming hard, he doesn’t stop. His tentacles keep moving, keep stimulating, keep drawing out my orgasm until I’m sobbing from the intensity of it.
“Again,” Theron commands. “I want you to come again.”
“I can’t—”
“You can, and you will.”
Another tentacle slides between my legs, joining the first.
“Wait, how?” I cry out, but it’s no use.
He’s already filling me with a second tentacle. I’m afraid I’m going to split open because the stretch is intense and overwhelming. I’m so full I can barely breathe. One slender tentacle even trails up to my throat, not squeezing, just resting there as a reminder of his control.
“You’re mine,” Theron says, and his voice has taken on an otherworldly resonance. “Say it, Lilith. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp. “God, I’m yours—”
The tentacles inside me thrust harder, faster, and the ones on my clit and nipples pulse in perfect synchronization.
The pleasure builds again, impossibly higher and sharper than before.
The fullness borders on unbearable, but it doesn’t cross the line.
I revel in it. To have my pussy filled like this by him does nothing but drive me insane. This is what heaven must be like.
“That’s it,” Theron growls as my pussy clamps around his tentacles. “Come for me, Lilith. Again.”
And I do. The second orgasm is even more intense than the first. My vision whites out, and my body convulses in the restraints as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me.
I’m dimly aware that I’m squirting. Wetness streams down Theron’s tentacles, soaking everything.
But he clearly doesn’t mind. He makes an inhuman sound of what I believe is pure satisfaction.
The tentacles slow but don’t stop, gently working me through the aftershocks. When I finally come back to myself, I’m shaking. Tears are streaming down my face from the intensity and from pure joy.
“Beautiful,” Theron murmurs. “And mine.”
The tentacles carefully lower me, setting me gently on the bed. They release my wrists and ankles but stay wrapped around me, holding me, supporting me.
Theron’s form shifts back to something more human as he climbs onto the bed beside me. He gathers me into his arms, his tentacles forming a cocoon around us both.
“You took me so well. So perfect.”
I grin lazily. I’m boneless, wrung out, and completely satisfied in a way I’ve never experienced. But there’s something else too, something deeper than physical pleasure. I feel seen. Claimed, yes, but also deeply cherished.
“That was… Well, I have no words.”
“That was just the beginning,” Theron says. “When you’re ready, I’ll show you more. So much more. It won’t be just your pussy getting pleasured, Lilith.”
A shiver runs through me. Not from fear, but from anticipation.
“I want more. I want everything you promised. Not just the physical aspect. I want to know what it means to be yours in life too.”
His arms tighten around me, possessive and protective. “You’ll have it. You’ll have everything, Lilith. I promise you that.”
One of his tentacles trails up to cup my face. The touch is achingly gentle.
“You’re mine now. And I’m yours. For eternity.”
“Forever,” I hear myself say.
His smile widens. “Yes. Forever.”
We lie there together, wrapped in each other, and for the first time in my life, I don’t feel alone. I feel whole.