Chapter 13 - Seas of Seduction
Seas of Seduction
Sepher
She moans my name.
Slanting upward, I moan in answer the next time my cock drives over her, needing to feel her slick all over me.
Forcing the water back with my power, I push her upper body until her elbows yield and she sinks onto the soft, wet shore, angling her lower half up with her legs sprawled wide on either side of my hips.
She moans again on my next stroke, and I ease her deeper into the sand.
Now fully over her, I settle my elbows onto the ground and press the length of my body to hers, flattening her out, sliding ever faster and more forceful against her.
I cant my hips, sharpening the angle, delighting in just having her beneath me.
As I rub my cock all over her wet flesh, my lower back begins to ache with the need to piston into her silken sheath, and, finally, I thrust inside her with a heavy groan.
My tail arches behind me as my muscles shudder at the sensation of her supple sex accepting the blunt head of my erection, before bearing down on me with her own inner muscles.
Pleasure spreads through my body as she clenches, her hitching gasps lilting like a song in my ears.
She claws and grips me, pushes and pulls, her legs rising so her heels sometimes kick my tail and fin. That too feels blissful.
“Oh god, oh god,” she pants.
“I am nothing like him,” I assure her, grunting the words with effort as I push further inside her.
Her nails bite my flesh, scraping across my arms and back, leaving stinging lines in their wake.
This is better than anything I ever imagined.
Tightness grabs hold of my chest as a deep, satisfying groan makes its way out of my lungs.
Grace is divine, body and soul. Pressing my face against her neck, I lap at her with my tongue, tasting her fluttering pulse.
She grinds her chest into me with a high-pitched sound, twitching like I’m tickling her.
I lick her more.
Her pussy accepts the rest of my cock when I push forward once more and another dark sound tears from my throat, the pressure inside me coming to a churning boil.
Whimpering, she shoves her fingers between us to her clit.
Her knuckles bump into me and I rise, slipping my two upper tentacles to brush her hand away.
“Do not waste your hands on touching yourself. Use them to hold onto me. You will need them,” I growl.
She quivers around me, letting my tentacles take over as she smooths her hands up my chest. Triumphant, I rear back and pull my cock out to the brink of her opening, only to thrust back inside to the very base.
“Sepher!” she shouts, but it gets garbled against my collarbone.
Stars burst from behind my eyes. I bow up and over her, shoving my upper tail forward, plunging as deep as her body will permit me. Her hips shoot up to meet my next thrust and she shouts my name again.
Undulating in quick succession back and forth, I start to fuck her relentlessly, her cries morphing into moans which match the vicious tempo I’ve set.
Wet sand seeps in and out of her wild haloed hair, climbing up her sides as I drive her deeper.
She jerks and writhes beneath me, her heels thumping my tail.
Through the haze of my own pleasure, I realize her moans grow louder or softer based on the angle of each thrust. As I test our bodies, practicing and playing upon her, learning this heady new thing between us, her hooded eyes peer at me, gloriously hypnotized.
Her hips keep arching upward with each experimental thrust, welcoming them when she can.
“Sepher, please,” she whimpers as her breasts bounce.
White light begins to move under her skin, growing more pronounced the harder and faster I move my cock.
It sparks the tips of her fingers and spreads outward from her chest. I watch in awe as her whimpers build into a scream and her body dances with sudden force, bearing upward and down on mine, pushing her core onto me as hard as I press into her.
Holding me deep, she thrashes wildly, rocking her hips quickly.
The pressure within me explodes. “Let me give you what you need,” I grit, releasing everything—seeding her to the brim.
Her animalistic moans fill my ears as her inner walls constrict repeatedly. The light within her veins winds her body tight. Her pretty mouth drops open before freezing as she seizes, the glow sparking behind her eyes, blasting out from them.
Lightning-bright magic grows and bursts, catching me in its crosshairs as I continue to thrust erratically.
Her quivering sheath grips me as much as it’s fighting me again, but I know my seed will stop at nothing to possess her human eggs.
I have her now—she is mine, and I continue to flood her with every pump my sack has to give.
With my blood in her body… I have made her strong enough to carry my spawn.
A possessive groan pours from my throat as I fall over her.
I did not expect to ever sire young, but I also never expected Grace.
Spent, I lower back down upon my orgasmic witch and, pressing upon her electrified body, revel in her sharp magic and the power it brings, addicted already.