Chapter 10 - A Force of Will
A Force of Will
Grace
His heated gaze softens with my agreement, and as I ease down into the bathtub’s remaining water willingly, I unclasp my bra and slide it off, offering it to him.
His eyes travel over my breasts and my peaked nipples, and gooseflesh prickles my skin. I want him to like what he sees despite our differences. His curious, hungry gaze takes them in, and I wish more than anything in that moment that I knew what he was thinking.
His attention shifts to my bra, and after studying the cups in his hands, he dips them into the water, sipping the little bit each one can gather. He does this several times before draining my bra the same way he did the dress, ruining it completely.
I’ve only known him since noon and he’s already willing to drink my bathwater.
When he finishes with my bra, he tosses it aside and looks back at me, dropping his eyes to my underwear.
My body coils in response, toes curling and teeth clenching.
Of course he wants my wet panties.
But he doesn’t wait for me to take them off. He takes them himself.
Plunging his hands into the water, he reaches down and grabs the sides.
“Now this,” he growls. His fingers pinch and rip the fabric, tearing the panties straight off me rather than yanking them down my legs.
He immediately gathers them in his fist and brings them to his mouth, his whole body shuddering when the cloth reaches his lips and nose.
His eyes close hard as his fingers squeeze the small shred of fabric and he drops his head back once more.
Strangling the water from them, he gulps down every last drop. Breathless at his intensity and genuine primitiveness, I say a small prayer that I don’t end up in Hell for this.
Slipping my fingers between my legs, I shyly touch myself in preparation as he rubs my panties all over his face. I’m two strokes in when he rips the cloth away and throws it into the corner, his face dewy and wet.
I stiffen as his eyes follow my arm down to where my fingers play at my clit.
He licks his lips and my eyes widen.
“I will take that too,” he rumbles as he grabs my knee and pulls my leg open and over the side of the tub, sliding me halfway to face him.
“What?” I gasp. With my hands slipping and skidding to gain some type of purchase, he easily finishes turning me, hauls my hips up, and maneuvers my thighs wide along the edge, splaying my most private, sensitive parts for his perusal.
Crying out in shock, I try to stay above the water and close my legs at the same time, but his tentacles come up to hold me open as he grips the edge of the tub with his hands instead.
He dives between my legs.
“Sepher!”
His tongue licks me from backside to front several times over.
I jerk, my legs kicking, pleasure and embarrassment spit-firing through me simultaneously.
“Sepher,” I cry out again, a little less affronted when he spreads my labia wide open with his fingers and drags his catlike tongue through my folds.
“Delicious,” he moans against me and though my shoulders are nearly resting on the bathtub floor, my hair has fallen out and is now tangled in the water around me, I shudder with pleasure.
“Say it again.”
He pauses at my center and thrusts his tongue out, teasing the tip of it into me, jabbing my opening. “Delicious,” he repeats.
I groan, preening at his compliment, tingling with delight.
“So wet, so much wetter than your mouth. How is that possible?” he mumbles, circling his tongue around my entrance faster, kissing it greedily with his lips over and over again. “This is where I should drink from, where I should always drink from.”
My hips twitch, my left leg kicks—I’m shaking from the sensation of his tongue and the abrupt ebb and flow of his tempo. It’s chaotic, but so is he.
With both thumbs Sepher pries my labia open, eliminating any remaining secrets from his view.
He rises and looks down at me, all of me, hot gaze roving over me possessively.
With darkening lust growing in his eyes, he slides his fingers over my slick sides and toward my center, testing it with their tips.
“My vagina,” I whisper breathlessly, curling my feet toward and away from him. I don’t know why I say it like I’m answering an unspoken question, I just do. “It’s where your—”
“I know how fucking works,” he scoffs and his breath fans over me, making me twitch and arch my back, pushing against the bonds of his tentacles. But his voice is deep and teasing when he says, “I am only getting acquainted.”
“Sepher, please.” I jerk my hips, only half paying attention to his words, distracted by his explorative touch, fingertips rolling and pinching my clit in different ways. “I need to move…”
It’s torture. I try to push my hips into him but he allows me no amnesty, solely focused on the new toy before him: my pussy.
His mouth drops onto me and his hands slide around to cup my backside, squeezing hard as he spears his tongue deep inside me simultaneously.
My feet flail as fireworks fly behind my eyes.
I scream from the sudden invasion, the rough spike of his tongue igniting me with pleasure.
He palms me open as his mouth increases the pressure, his lips sealing down around my entrance.
Constricting around the probing, thrusting, rod of his tongue, I feel all four of the ends of his tentacles sliding across my skin.
Fucking me hard with his tongue, Sepher laps my inner walls, grunting, using his lips to lightly suck.
As he drills into me, two of his tentacles coil further around my legs and over my knees while the other two slide down my chest to slip in between.
The ends of the first two reach my feet and constrict around them, but the other pair start to probe and glide over my backside and clitoris, and I shudder all over, overwhelmed by the myriad of sensations.
Shaking, I grasp onto the edge of the bathtub as my core clenches harder and faster.
Zinging, electrifying sensations buzz through me, and I lightly seize, my nails bending against the wall of the tub as my body grips and goes rigid.
My head is fuzzy with pleasure, his tongue, fingers, and tentacles caressing every nerve-rich part at the same time.
I quiver, submitting to it. If anything, Sepher’s hold on me tightens.
Pushing deep, he heavily licks the rough wall of my most sensitive spot.
A scream tears out of my throat the second his tongue thrusts hard against it.
“Sepher!” I cry out. Light bursts from beneath and above me, exploding outward with the scent of smoke and fire.
Pleasure cascades in riotous explosions as my legs kick out and drop back down, bending over his shoulders.
Straining, I pull myself out of the tub and onto his face, rolling my hips harder into him as everything trembles.
He jerks in reaction, his eyes rolling back in his head. Grabbing his horns, I scream once more as the ecstasy continues to build and break in waves, my body surging with uncanny power.
All at once, he vanishes and I crash to the floor. White light bursts behind my eyes and then—nothing.