7. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Noah
Darkest depths. My first mate was so pretty when she was pent up, shaking like a leaf.
This was a rare form for her.
Bea was stubborn and strong. A good sailor, an amazing scientist. A fierce woman.
This was my first time seeing her so vulnerable. Not only emotionally, but physically.
Bound to my bed.
Half naked.
Nothing but a skimpy lace camisole stretched over her tits. Nipples jutting against the lace.
Red face.
Pussy leaking.
All worked up from hearing her captain read her tentacle smut.
With my free hand, I used two fingers to spread her folds, and crouched down to gently blow on her clit.
She jerked against the ziptie, and winced when the hard plastic cut into her skin. "S-stop..."
A dark grin slowly spread my lips. That wasn't the safe word. "You know what to say to make this end."
It wasn't just monster romance that took up much of Bea's reading time. She loved the darker stuff too. The kind where the heroines liked twisted little games like force play, somnophilia, asphyxiation. The list went on.
Testing the waters, I pushed the toy harder against her center—a mere thrust away from penetrating her.
"If this didn't happen tonight, I might have fucked you anyway."
Her cerulean eyes bulged, and her chest heaved with her spiking pulse. "What do you mean?"
"I mean..." I leaned down until my mouth grazed her ear and dropped my voice to a whisper. "I've fantasized about waiting for an early morning when you think I'm asleep and you fuck yourself with your toy as quietly as you can..."
I paused to churn over the idea of letting her know she wasn't so quiet most nights.
The suckers often made a wet squelching noise when she really got going.
I dismissed the thought a beat after it came.
No, I liked hearing her. I couldn't risk her thinking I didn't like the slutty little noises coming from her bunk on nights where I'd been particularly flirtatious.
"And then when you come and you pass out, I'd crawl into your bunk with you and use your body. After all, seems like such a waste after you've gone through the trouble of warming it up for me."
"You wouldn't." The hushed thrill in her voice sank straight to my cock, making it twitch and swell.
"Are you so sure about that, Bea? Can you really lay there and pretend that you haven't fantasized about the same thing?"
Her throat bobbed with a swallow, and there in her glossy eyes was my answer.
"F-fuck you," she managed to push out.
I laughed. "That's what I thought."
With a playful flick of her septum ring, I tapped the toy against the little patch of coarse hair over her groin. "Ah..." I muttered a cosmic prayer. This time it wasn't Cthulhu I worshipped. It was all her. “Ia, Beatrice…”
Invoking the ancient language sent a bolt of electricity down my back and the eldritch runes on my throat twinged with unholy energy.
"You are making all my dark dreams come true. You know that, Beatrice?"
My first mate appeared to sober for a moment. "I am?"
"Mmm. You're helping me dredge up evidence to bring my religion out of the depths and into public knowledge. Without you, it would die. And without worshippers, Cthulhu might take to land."
We both shuddered at the notion. Of all the ways to bring about the end of the world, that was number one on the list of worst ways to do it.
The dark god did not look kindly on humanity.
Best to keep him where he was, and to make that possible, we needed more people who believed.
From that, there would be more disciples.
"I owe everything to you, Bea."
Bea's eyes filled with tears, and with a blink, they spilled down her flush cheeks. "I love you, Noah Visser."
My chest squeezed. I kissed her, as sweet and as chaste a kiss as an asshole like me could manage.
I opened my mouth as if to say it back.
Bea's gaze brightened with hope. That's the moment I pushed the toy inside her.
An animalistic sound wrenched from her lips. Her back arched off the bed. Toes curled into my sheets, and her pussy clenched as it stretched with the sudden intrusion.
"That's my good little Bea. Taking this tentacle toy like it was made for you."
Maybe it was, I mused internally with a chuckle.
I wasn't exactly gentle with her. Maybe I would've been if this was her first rodeo taking a monster toy as big as this one. Plus, I knew she had a bit of a masochistic streak.
"Does that feel good, Beatrice?" I cooed, each syllable oozing with smugness, because I knew full well she felt good. Her moaning and groaning and undulating hips confirmed what I already knew: she was enjoying the hell out of this.
Good.
I was only getting started.