Chapter 6
Wet, Wet, Wet
Grace
Cold, unpleasant liquid suddenly blasts my chest, arms, and face, making me flinch and gasp. “Why?!” I cry out.
Four thin tentacles wrap around my upper arms and yank me forward just as I begin to back away.
I throw my palms out to stop my fall, but Sepher surges up and grabs my waist with his hands, catching me like I weigh nothing.
Lifting me to where I’m partially suspended above him, he lowers me down, my feet slipping on his tail as he draws me close.
He uses the strength of his tentacles to keep me from fighting him off, except for a small kick that makes me twist and knee his dick—neither of which stop him from pulling me deeper into his embrace.
My skirt rides up on my legs to my underwear, and I curse the decision to put on one of my mom’s dresses rather than stay in my wet clothes. Unable to reach it, I try not to bring attention to it instead, struggling as much as I can in his grip. “Let me go, you monster!”
He lays me out on the last patch of dry carpet in the circle, leaning over me, dropping part of his tail over my legs. “Oh, I will. When I’ve had my fill.”
I arch and strain, but his hands and tentacles keep me pinned. “This wasn’t the deal—you promised not to hurt me.”
“I’m not hurting you, am I? And this is very much part of the deal, little witch. You should listen more closely next time you make a bargain with one of my kind. Now I will indulge.”
My mind reels, trying to recall the exact words of our arrangement. The water, the company… until the circle is lifted, and he is free—
“Your water, Grace. You agreed to your water,” he says as he levels his eyes with mine. I scowl, about to argue with him, when he drops down and opens his mouth.
I go still as his tongue comes out to lick my chin, sliding up my cheek next, catching the water he splashed on me.
A hundred sensations seem to hit me at once—his weight, his scent, but mostly his tongue, inhumanly long and slightly rough, as it slips over my ear, down the side of my neck, and up and over to the top of my chest.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, frozen despite wanting to fight and flee at the same time. My toes curl tightly as my senses whirl.
His mouth pauses. He lifts his head, lips quirked at one side. “Isn’t it obvious? I am taking from you, as demons do. We latch on, and we take.” The other corner of his lips rises until he’s smiling devilishly down at me.
Dropping his head again, he tears his eyes from mine and wraps his mouth around the cloth covering my chest, bunching it up within the clench of his teeth.
It jerks at me as he tugs with his mouth, biting down and sucking in all the water within it at the same time. I crane my neck to watch, stunned.
Threads snap and pop as he continues to bite and suck other portions of my clothing into his mouth.
Otherwise, he’s gentle as he buries his face and mouth into my chest. My toes curl harder.
I spread my legs under his tail, hoping to ease some of the weight, only to end up making it worse on my hips.
Clutching me with his hands, Sepher continues to bunch the material, and sucks on it until every last drop is gone, forcing my chest and upper body back and forth with his greedy mouth and hands.
Finally, he rises to look at me, a hungry expression etched across his eyes. “I need more.” His gaze goes to my mouth and hones in. I immediately close it as he aims his own mouth for a kiss. “Wait!”
But it’s too late. His lips are already upon mine.
His tongue dives into my mouth. “Delicious,” he rumbles deeply into me, grinding his body against mine.
I start pushing at him, confused and overwhelmed, my mind warring to catch up with what is happening.
One moment I was cleaning the circle, almost halfway done, and the next I’m being kissed by a demon merman!
Not kissed…
With his lips locked on mine, he has my mouth pried open to allow the sweep of his tongue inside.
I heave with each breath, stifled and thrilled by his body.
His tongue finds mine and lashes at it, licking it from every side as if trying to steal the taste from it.
His groans fill my ears as his hands find my shoulders and grip them, holding them and pushing them down into the carpet.
Nothing is off limits to him, especially not… me.
The longer he explores my mouth, the harder it is for me to resist kissing back.
My body is on fire, my muscles taut and quivering from adrenaline.
I tentatively lick his tongue in response, tasting his rougher one with my own, but submissively, giving way when his tongue demands it.
Sepher moans and suckles at me, dragging me into and against him, devouring what he can take from inside of me, all while worshiping with every swipe of his tongue.
Drawing my tongue into his mouth, he sucks on it simultaneously, and I gasp and hitch, my body arching under him from the barrage of sensations.
His cock rests heavily on my belly. At first I didn’t notice it, lost in his tenacious kissing, until it shifted against me, stiffly pronounced and unmistakable.
But he doesn’t try to grind closer. He touches me nowhere else with his hands or his tentacles, keeping them still where they’re wrapped around my shoulders and arms. Besides his body pressing over mine, he’s not attempting to take something I haven’t—accidentally—offered.
He doesn’t even try, content with exploring my mouth, face, and neck to the fullest. When he jabs his tongue down my throat and I gag, he gentles his approach until even his lips soften on me, becoming almost… tender.
Gasping in another breath, I completely submit to him.
I lick and taste him back, understanding that he’ll let me do nothing else until he’s satisfied.
He has me—again—at his whim, and if he wanted to, he could kill me in an instant.
Fortunately for me, I have his promise. And I don’t think he wants to hurt or kill me.
He’s made no attempt to do so despite having multiple chances.
I try not to dwell on it, encouraged as his mouth gentles. Moving under him, my kiss grows, slowly taking over his overtly possessive one with one built in fantasy and desperation.
Kiss me, don’t kill me.
Sepher draws back and gazes at me, and I nearly cry out in frustration.
“I have heard a thousand times how delicious humans are, but until now, I never believed it.” He slides back further, releasing his tentacles from around my arms, and as he starts to shift away from me, his large cock slides from my belly to my open thighs.
We both freeze at the same time.
Heavier than it has any right being, his prick, hard and smooth, comes to rest amongst the gathered folds of my mother’s dress.
I stare down the lines of my own body, amazed at the jolt of excitement I feel.
Oily black against the dark blue cotton, his length encompasses the width of my thigh, his black sack partially pressed against the bare side of my leg.
My insides twist as my core does a somersault.
I jerk my legs out from under him and scramble to my feet, turning to rush out of the circle, but his tentacles grab me again and haul me back.
Spinning me back around, he drags me to my knees but thankfully doesn’t pull me into his chest and under him this time.
“Why am I reacting to you this way? Have you cast a spell on me? Is it the lemon?” he growls into my face.
“No,” I blurt out, and then say again louder. “No! I didn’t cast or do anything to you. I don’t know why you’re reacting this way, but you can’t just pull me under you like that every time and kiss me!”
His eyes narrow. “Is that what that was? A kiss?”
“No…” I tear my arm from one of his tentacles. “That was something else that turned into a kiss.”
His eyes narrow further and for a moment, the icy green of his pupils catches me in their mesmerizing trap.
I glance at his horns then back down to his eyes, wondering if that’s how he lures his prey. In the darkness, brought forth by the verdant gleam in his eyes…
“I want to drink from you, but I want more. What more I want… I am not yet certain.”
“Stop,” I say, afraid of what he might try and bargain for next. I already made the mistake of offering my… water.
He rises, and without being allowed to free my other arm from him, I struggle in his grip, reminded suddenly that the tentacles holding me in place grow out from around his cock.
“Do not assume to tell me to stop,” he growls. “I am a demon and—”
“Merman,” I interrupt.
He growls again. “A demon merman who takes commands from only one, and you are not him.”
“So then tell me what you want so I can tell you no! Because we’re not making another deal.” I twist harder to fight off his grasp, but he doesn’t budge, and I realize abruptly that we're grappling on white carpet. He’s in the area that’s been steamed twice over.
I’ve made a grave error. Why isn’t he leaving if he can leave what remains of the circle? My breath catches.
“My body wants to mate with yours, and it has never had the desire to do so with any creature before. What have you done to me? I should not want you, and yet, I’m stirred. You must have done something.”
Taken aback by his admonition, the words I was going to say fall away as new words form in their place. “Maybe it’s not what your body wants, but what you want. I didn’t do anything to you that you haven’t done to yourself. I’m… not as powerful as you think…”
He releases me and practically throws me away from him.
I catch myself and spring to my feet. Without looking back, I flee the room and slam the door behind me.