Chapter Thirty-One
Hyacinth
Hyacinth flicked her wrist, the tendrils of her magic doing the work.
They removed her small clothes from her hips.
The trousers hiding Austin from her were also tugged down till she could see all six tentacles.
They were all different colors, clearly not having been attached long.
But they were so lively. Wrapping around her thighs, curling up against her slit, they explored her.
Her hips rocked against them, driving the tip teasing her curls to her clit.
Eyes rolling back in her head, she let the pleasure take over.
A curved shaft bobbed against her. Asking for permission.
She smiled as she reached a hand down between them, guiding the frilled tentacle to her entrance.
When her eyes finally fluttered open, Austin was strung up in front of her.
His arms stretched up over his head, lying back against them cooly, he smiled.
“Do you like being tied up?” she teased as ivy slithered up his legs and pulled him taut.
“Yes,” he wheezed with a hint of a chuckle. “It frees up my mind.”
“Oh?” She leaned forward, making the tentacles flex with her.
Hyacinth leaned over his chest. The tentacles reached for her, curling around her, teasing her with each soft brush of the soft skin.
His hips rocked up to meet her but was stopped as he was forced to lie completely still in her spider’s web. “And what troubles my lover’s mind?”
His face softened. Eyes wide, mouth slightly ajar, eyebrows dropped back down but not knitted, like she’d melted something off his shoulders that weighed heavily. “Your lover?”
“Don’t like it?” She grimaced.
“No! No! I do…I do like it,” he rushed to say with a nervous laugh bubbling up. “It just surprised me. I call you my flower, but you’ve never called me anything but Austin.”
“Well,” Hyacinth snorted, sitting down on him fully.
Austin immediately threw his head back and moaned.
It put a mad smile on her face. Raking her fingers down his chest, she relished every shiver, every heavy breath, and every sharp inhale of his.
He gave her all three before finally opening his eyes to her again. Hyacinth purred, “It is your name.”
“But, I could be your lover. You can call me whatever you want,” he babbled breathlessly, his head falling back as she rolled her hips.
Driving him deep into her before dragging him slowly out, Hyacinth was more interested in the desperate look on Austin’s face.
While the texture was nice, and she wouldn’t lie; the tentacles were delightful, but the thing she liked was him.
The way he fell apart under her hands. His thighs trembling underneath her.
So powerful not even the vines could hold him completely still.
There was something about it that made her stomach twist up in delight. She rocked her hips sharper. His back arched up in response. Palms to his chest, she used the rope like branches to help leverage herself. On and off, up and down, over and over till he was chanting her name.
She knew he was close to the edge when his frenzied prayer cracked.
His hips bucked helplessly up to meet her and the tentacles yanked her down onto him.
They clung to her thighs and clit as she felt him pulse.
Rope after rope, she could feel it like it were charging up till he spilled into her.
It vibrated up his shaft and sent shivers down her spine.
She hadn’t orgasmed and honestly hadn’t intended to until the tentacle around her clit went feral.
Hyacinth moaned, falling forward into his chest as the slick tendril tormented her.
The feel of his warmth pooling in her matched with the tentacle that slipped in with Austin’s spent mating tentacle, helping fortify it, was only making it better.
Her fingers curled around any piece of him she could while her hips stiffly rocked.
Stars exploded behind her eyes as his tentacles threw her over the cliff’s edge.
She cried out against his chest. Walls fluttering, pleasure flooded her veins and left her buzzing.
A weightless feeling filled her skull, and the world was nothing but blurry smudges and pink clouds.
And Austin. He was the only thing that she could focus on.
The only one that mattered as her vines released their hold of his arms. He scooped her up into them and hugged her tight to his chest.
“You never did tell me what’s troubling you,” she teased.
“Mmm, you’re here. Nothing troubling me.
” She could hear him speaking, his voice rumbling up through his chest. Then the distinct gurgling of a hungry stomach filled her ears.
He laughed while she peeled herself off his torso.
Austin gave her a sheepish smile, “Okay, maybe there is one thing. We should get back and get something to eat.”
Hyacinth didn’t have words. Her head was empty.
The ghosts in her blood were silent. Even the soft lurch of trees or hissing of leaves brushing as she untangled the pair of them, was hushed.
Yet, she continued to smile. Especially as she stood up, manually untying his ankles from the pesky vine.
Austin worked to tuck himself away as he spoke again, “I hope you liked that.”
She furrowed her brows, glancing up at him in confusion.
Austin sputtered, “You know, the tentacles and stuff. I just wanted to try something new for you. Make it special.”
She brightened, nodding. There was no reason why, at the moment, words escaped her.
It’s like she forgot how to form them. Her tongue felt funny but she wasn’t panicked.
She simply felt quiet. Like everything was at peace.
Her need to scream was sated, her pussy was tender and buzzing at the same time, and her heart felt warm.
I feel like a person. A happy person.
It struck her frozen solid. A marble statue of a fae, staring at her lover as he scooped up their bunny from the bush he was snoozing in, something brewing in her belly.
A person.
I’m a person.
I am Hyacinth.
Tears welled in her eyes as a panicked happiness seeped into her blood stream.
So, this is what it feels like? Or have I finally accepted it?
She didn’t know how to tell Austin he helped her figure it out.
Or maybe it was the vines, tying him up, focusing on his pleasure, it freed up her mind too.
There was a silly thought that begged to tie him up again.
To linger in that free, thoughtless bubble of pure bliss.
Unfortunately, as she opened her mouth to voice it, something else came out of her mouth.
A gasp. “Marquis.”
Austin lurched in front of her; eyebrows knitted down on his face. Hyacinth stared past him into the trees where the cleric stalked out of the shadows. Inky clouds filled the forest, and the pair were surrounded in only a moment.
Six clerics loomed, all with their staffs brandished. Her attention was on the man with the silver eye. She knew his name. Knew who he was and why he was there and why he chased Sabine through the woods that night. Her hands trembled at her sides, wings rigid behind her.
“You’re here to try and kill me.” She couldn’t feel Sabine. Not in her voice, not in her veins, and certainly not creeping around the edges of her vision. The ghost of her bodies previous host was gone. And she was alone. Terror prickled along her insides. “Because she killed your brother.”
“You…” Marquis exhaled heavily, stepping up into their clearing finally. “Killed Janus. Do not attempt to shift blame, demoness. I see through your tricks. You will not manipulate my mind.”
“Hyacinth,” Austin whispered softly as a warning for her to stay back. He put an arm in front of her.
“Beast, our quarrel isn’t with you yet.” Marquis glanced at Austin for only a moment before he leveled his hardened gaze on Hyacinth.
His silver eye flashed as something swirled on its surface.
“You ought to run back to your master. Prepare your final prayers. Once I’ve put her soul to rest, we’ll cleanse this entire forest.”
“You won’t touch her,” Austin snarled.
“I tried to give you a chance,” Marquis sighed.
Hyacinth glanced around their clearing, finding the other clerics creeping closer.
Her heart hammered in her chest. She actually searched for Sabine in the trees.
If there was ever a time for the evil, angry ghost to possess her, it was when they were surrounded.
Because Hyacinth didn’t actually know how to use her powers.
Not enough to save their skin. And something about them smells wrong.
It carried on the light breeze as they twisted their staffs.
A dark, pearlescent light flitted between each of them, encircling them.
Marquis pulled a staff out of thin air, putting his palm out toward Hyacinth.
“Witch, you were given a chance to repent and take Nexxus into your heart. Then you saw fit to take your fury out on my blood. I will return that pain in kind.”
Hyacinth squinted at him. Given a chance? What she did know was that Sabine murdered Janus. The ghost told her as much, knew it like she knew everything else. But she didn’t remember being given a chance. “Repent?”
“Of your dastardly ways. We approached you within the city. You twisted Janus’ mind, enchanting him to return to you and that putrid tree. You seduced him into its branches then devoured his soul!”
Hyacinth grabbed onto Austin as a memory played out in front of her eyes.
Sabine, knelt in her garden, pulling up weeds.
A face underneath the soil looked up at her in terror and she shoved it deeper into the earth.
Then a pair of clerics leaned over her fence.
Sabine told them to move along. She continued to garden through the day, only one of the clerics came back.
Janus returned that evening, trying to sweet talk his way into her garden gate.