Chapter 9
Bathing Desires
Grace
Getting Sepher into the bathroom is harder than turning him around to begin with.
I fall backward half a dozen times and nearly stab myself on his horns every time I bend down to retrieve him.
Once inside the much smaller room, I need his help to move his tail inside and cram it into the smaller space.
What a complete nightmare this has been.
Flinging back my hair and then pulling it out of its tail to retie, I take a deep breath as I watch him torque in bewilderment.
His fins fly by me, knocking over the standing mirror on the counter and making me take a step back to dodge. They spread across the wall as he squeezes deeper into the room, shifting all the hanging towels in the process and knocking pictures from their hooks.
Watching the towels fall from their rack, I catch a glint of a smirk on his lips and a gleam of mischief in his eyes.
Clenching my teeth, I re-hook my arms under his and haul him next to the tub, dropping him unceremoniously once we’re there. “You can do the rest yourself, you big, awful lug.”
He grunts as he smacks the floor, and the smirk falls from his face. Reaching out to grab the edge of the tub with his hand, he eyes me and the smile returns. “You are resourceful and strong. I am in awe of you, little witch.”
“And you are getting on my last nerve, merdemon,” I huff, leaning against the wall next to the toilet and running my hands through my hair. “I’m not a little witch. I’m Grace, just Grace.”
“Yes, but you are also so much more than that.”
I blink as he heaves his body over the tub’s side.
His biceps bulge, muscles straining under his velvety skin and black tail, showing off their strength.
When he’s over the side and lowering his upper body down and into the water, I try to avert my eyes and give him privacy, though it’s hard when I catch sight of the water lapping around his cock.
“More?” I peer at him, remembering something I hadn’t earlier. “I thought demons didn’t share their names. Isn’t that dangerous?”
He rolls his shoulders, settling into the tub.
“I do not concern myself with what others do. Either way, I have shared mine with you and expect you to keep it a secret. And dangerous? That depends. You could summon me more easily with my true name, yes, but alas, I’m already here.
Do not share it with anyone else,” he warns.
“I…” I pause and search his face, finding all hints of devilish mirth replaced by grave seriousness. “I won’t share it. Why tell me, if it’s an issue?”
“I didn’t like being called merdemon, it sounds insulting.”
“Merdemon,” I immediately repeat.
He gives me a flat, unimpressed look as he finishes lowering himself into the water.
“It’s the least you get for calling me little and witchling.”
His eyes give way to bliss as he submerges. Heavy lidded, he looks up at me as he tilts his head back and the pointy tips of his horns nearly scrape the wall. “Both monikers I have given you out of endearment.”
Steam rises in the air around him, wisping around his muscles and the dark tones of his body. The water level barely makes it partway over him. Most of his tail hangs outside my old tub; he’s so big he looks awkward in comparison. Still, I can’t deny how attractive he is.
My skin heats and the humidity is stifling. Breaking my gaze from his, I turn to the window, unlocking its metal flower latch and pushing it open. A fresh gust of Cobbin Lake air floods the room, spreading across my face, cooling off some of the heat. Despite the relief, my body tingles all over.
I turn back around and, as I meet his ongoing stare, the green in his eyes returns, brightening and lightening up the darkness of his features.
“You’re awfully quiet. What’s caught your tongue? Stay with me, Grace, so I may try and read your mind.”
I straighten in alarm. “Don’t you dare.”
He shrugs and it makes his big shoulders seem even bigger. With a twitch, his cock begins to stiffen right in the center of the tub. The bathwater splashes around his large testicle when he shimmies upward to rest his back mostly against the wall.
My core attempts to strangle me from the wrong side and my eyes widen in surprise, skirting between his face and his rising erection.
His cock’s hardening again.
A wicked smile catches his lips, making an uncomfortable pressure pool between my legs.
“Well, you have your water—” I start.
Lightning fast, his black tentacles uncurl and snake around me, locking my arms to my sides before I can back away.
I gasp as he pulls me into the tub on top of him.
“What are you doing!?” I jerk, struggling against his binds once more.
His hard cock presses against my belly as I thrash and my dress bunches around my legs, revealing my now-damp black panties.
“I don’t have my water,” he rumbles into my ear.
“But I will have it now and to my satisfaction. What a wonderful delight you have been, summoning me here, by all rights just so I may drink my fill from your body.” He licks the skin behind my ear, and my spine bows outward in reaction, only halfheartedly fighting him now. “There is nothing to stop me now.”
“You can’t just take it from me,” I bite out, jerking from side to side when his tentacles fail to loosen any other way. “I have to give it to you.”
He raises me into the air, and with one tentacle wrapped tightly under my chest, my breasts heave with each breath I take, threatening to pop out of my mom’s smaller dress. But he’s not looking at them.
“Then give it to me,” he groans, staring at my mouth instead of my eyes.
He lowers me back down upon him, slowly this time, deliberately forcing my legs open to straddle his hips.
My knees bend into the warm water between him and the tub on either side of his narrow waist. When his cock touches my backside, I shift forward quickly, shimmying away, afraid I might grind on him if I don’t.
“Remove your tentacles!” I demand.
He shakes his hair off his shoulders and smiles again, deepening the corners of his mouth temptingly.
“Kiss me and I will.” He moves his face closer to mine, but pauses before his lips touch my mouth, waiting for me to concede.
A hairsbreadth away, I only have to purse my lips to kiss him.
They part against my will, the urge to kiss him nearly overwhelming, but I’m trying not to be stupid about this.
“Kiss me, little witch,” he whispers, his eyes searching mine, goading me.
“Kiss me, Grace, and give me what I want. You want it too. I can feel your body vibrating, your muscles flexing, the scent of your cunt in the air between us. A scent you created the moment you wrapped your arms under mine in the bedroom. I wasn’t sure what it was I was smelling at first, that sweet aroma…
so much like the way you taste, yet different, until it bloomed in here.
So kiss me, Grace. Why not? I can’t hurt you, nor would I.
There are no consequences outside of the pleasure I can prey upon your body with. ”
“Yes, there are consequences,” I whisper. “There are always consequences.”
He cocks a brow. “Then you must enlighten me as to what they are.”
“I could kill you.”
He bursts into laughter. “I dare you to try! In fact, do. Kill me and consider it foreplay.”
Emboldened and annoyed by his brazen nonchalance, I shove forward and interrupt his laugh with my mouth, hoping it surprises him.
“I could deny you,” I threaten, doing the exact opposite, kissing him outright and nipping his lower lip.
Pushing his mouth open under mine, I dab my tongue out and lick his lips, sliding it between them next.
His own immediately meets mine, and as I’m hauled against him, his hands clutching me tightly, his tentacles unravel from my body.
Bringing my arms up, I hold onto his shoulders as his tongue slides along my own, running up and down its short length and forcing deeper entrance into my mouth.
I open for him, allowing his lips to press mine apart and his tongue to lick inside. Flexing my throat muscles, I draw saliva into my mouth, and he moans greedily.
I forget the reason why I started this and press my chest into his, needing to have more of his body against me.
Years ago, I accepted that I’d never have sex with a man again, but Sepher isn’t a man, is he?
He’s an opportunity. If he’s willing to play games with me, what will he do if I start taking from him rather than giving?
I summoned him after all. Doesn’t that make him mine to command?
I dig my nails into the flesh of his shoulders, kneading the pads of my fingers into the flexing muscles underneath. He groans so I do it again, harder, testing how much he’ll let me get away with…
His hand slides up my back to cup my nape in a tight squeeze, holding me in place for his tongue’s dominance.
Then he begins to lightly suck.
I jerk back when the strong sensation hits, opening my eyes and meeting his hooded ones. From this distance, I can see that they're framed in jet black skin, which gives the appearance of eyelashes around them. But that’s an illusion, just shadows and the coloring of his skin.
Up close, his eerie green irises are even more mesmerizing.
I gently straighten upward and he releases his hold as I look down at the water between us.
I drop my hands into a shallow pocket of it and cup the liquid.
He watches me curiously as I bring the water to my face and pour it into and over my mouth and down my chest, moistening my skin and the bodice of my dress.
The liquid trickles down my front and, with my hands rubbing it into my chest, soaks through.
He hums in agreement as his gaze skates across me.
Birds sing outside the window, and the soft susurrus of the waves on the lake fill my ears, joining with the pleased words he groans when he pulls me back down to him. “You are too naive, too tempting.”
Sepher presses his bow-shaped mouth to me and drinks me up, licking and lapping at my skin, feasting on the water gathered and trickling. His lips drift down my chin and along my jaw, kissing away at me, puckering to possess everything he comes across, his rough tongue sliding downward.
Heady with desire and the feel of his body pulsating under mine, I drop my head to the side to lie against his shoulder.
He shifts over and cups my chin and stretches my neck up to keep kissing me.
With my skirt now soaked around my legs, I lift my knee to rest my leg above his cock, then reach down and gently place my hand on his chest, running my palm over his abs and stomach, pausing briefly to glide over the indent of where his belly button would be if he were a human.
He tenses and his hand comes up to grip mine, lifting his head to look at me.
“Little witch… I would prefer to feast on your flesh with my lips and tongue and discover your secrets where I had ample space and mobility, but I understand our limitations—my limitations—and will take what I can get. You are not so afraid of the consequences now, are you?”
“The consequences pertain to you, not me. And if you are not concerned about your life, then why should I be? Go ahead,” this time I goad him, “do your worst.”
He laughs, and it lights his sharp face up with a dark glee that is far too appealing.
“You don’t seem to realize this profound fact, so let me enlighten you.
Demons are notoriously hard to kill. In fact, I do not believe one of us has ever died, although I can’t fully say that with certainty.
I have no interest in anyone other than myself. ”
“That’s been obvious.”
His brow rises. “Let me backtrack. I had no interest in anyone other than myself… until you.” He leans over me, his green eyes heating with emerald embers. “You taste divine,” he murmurs, before his mouth closes over mine and his tongue plunges back inside.
Caught off guard by the sudden return of his dominance, I grip his arm to anchor myself, realizing I’m quickly losing control over the situation.
His tongue rubs into mine in lulling waves, but with each demanding push and retreat, his hands slide further down my back, to my waist and hips.
He grabs hold of me there and rocks me back against his huge bulge.
I let him press my backside hard into his cock, curious how far he’s willing to take it.
With my blood heated and years of pent-up horniness quickly unfurling, I bite his lower lip with my teeth even harder this time and pull back, taking it with me.
His eyes snap open when he chases after my lips only to find I’ve pulled further away.
Releasing his lip, I go to speak, but a growl tears from his mouth and he pitches me out of the tub, only to rise, twist like a snake, then yank me back in and shove me to the bottom.
Water splashes everywhere as I fall, soaking my dress and body completely.
I release a cry but the sound barely comes out before he’s leaning over me, his hands planting on either side of my head.
“Enough teasing. I want more. I have it now. I am done waiting.”
He reaches down and grabs the wet cloth of my dress and pulls it up my body. My skin prickles as he bunches the loose fabric with his hands and reveals my soaked underwear.
“Sepher,” I say, hitching softly in anticipation.
He gathers the skirt in his hands, and I help him remove the dress from my body. He bunches the material into a ball and wrings it above him as his head drops back and his lips part, proceeding to drain the water into his mouth greedily, licking his lips when he gets to the last drops.
I stare with my mouth agape, watching until his attention cuts back to me, the quick perusal of his eyes heating my cheeks with a blush.
I start to sit upright in the water when he comes back and hovers over me, giving me a warning look. “I’ve caught my prey. Your chance to escape is over. There are only me and my whims ahead of you now.”
Intimidated, but so turned on I’m burning up inside, all I can do is nod.