Chapter 13
Screl placed Lena on her feet as they entered her room, closing the door behind him before Dronzal could follow them inside, making it clear the other Thren was not welcome.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered, his voice a low growl.
Lena trembled, though from fear or exhilaration, she couldn’t tell, her racing mind suspiciously empty as she sat on the edge of the mattress.
All she knew was that she was grateful Screl had stopped before he’d seriously harmed his officer, anticipation shivering up her spine as he stalked over to the bed.
There was a growl rumbling in his chest, a deep, animalistic sound that made her body clench with need, every nerve alight with flames. His tentacles surged over his shoulders and around his sides, and she wanted to feel them again, wanted him despite her better judgement.
A shocked cry escaped her lips as two tentacles whipped around her neck and pulled her flush with the mattress. Clawed hands gripped fistfuls of her dress and tore it without a second thought, exposing her flushed skin.
Screl traced a finger down the center of her body, sending a shiver down her spine as she squirmed, simultaneously aroused and alarmed by what was happening.
Would he bruise her, make her bleed? She yearned to feel the sharp glint of pain against her skin, the scratch of his claws sending heated pulses to her core.
“You are mine, Lena,” he muttered, as if in a daze. “You belong to me.”
She stared up at him wordlessly, eager to see what he’d do next. Some part of her enjoyed being so bare, so helpless, and she silently begged for him to stay instead of leaving like he’d done before.
“Say it,” he continued, leaning over so he was inches from her face.
“S-Say what?”
“Do not play games with me, little pet. Be a good girl and tell me you belong to me. You are mine and mine alone,” he said, his words reverberating through her despite the quiet timbre of his voice.
“I-I belong to you,” she said. “I’m yours.”
His tentacles enveloped her body as if she were a spark igniting the flames of his passion, one wrapping tightly around her neck, another petting her hair, and the last two swirling around her breasts.
Lena whimpered as he squeezed her nipple with the tapered tip of a tentacle, reflexively arching her back into his touch. She brushed her fingers against the appendage around her neck, and he groaned in response.
“You are my little plaything,” he purred, raking his fingers down her sides. “Mine to pleasure. Mine to wound.”
She wriggled in his grasp, eliciting another low groan from the male towering over her. Screl leaned forward, pink tongues extruding from his mouth and licking across his fangs.
It was impossible to stifle her moans as the tongues brushed over her body, licking furious circles around her breasts and across her stomach. When he deftly encircled her nipples, the wetness against her delicate skin was too much, and she writhed and whimpered, to his obvious delight.
The warm air buzzed with electricity as Screl moved his tongues up her neck and past her jaw. Lena moaned again as he licked along her soft lips, tracing through the wet slit of her mouth before pushing his way in.
He tasted bittersweet, with a hint of salt, running rough circles around her tongue with his own. Tentacles twirled around her breasts, squeezing them firmly and eliciting more mewling cries from her desperate mouth.
She needed him beyond reason, beyond all sense, an all-consuming urgency that made her wild with desire. Her body craved him, wanted more, wanted him to enshroud her so fully she would never be alone again.
Lena moved her hands to his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing the sensation of his body against hers. He pressed his thigh between her legs, and she bucked against him, his tentacles still caressing her hair and body, his tongues dancing with her own inside her mouth.
It felt like an eternity and a second at the same time, her body mindlessly grinding against him, reveling in the bliss of his touch.
When he pulled away, she mourned his absence, though she didn’t have to worry for long. He glided his tentacles down her body, across her breasts and stomach, until he reached her lower belly. His powerful arms gripped her thighs roughly, spreading them wide.
Screl’s body was shaking as he brought his face close to her center, her cunt already dripping. Two tongues stretched from his mouth, licking along her folds and making her jump, though he held her in place, not letting her squirm out of his grasp.
“Mine,” he whispered against her cunt, before sliding one of the tongues through her slit, tasting her arousal.
His pupils dilated, his body trembling like he was barely in control, the thought sending another sinful jolt of need through her.
Two tongues were God’s gift to cunnilingus, Lena’s entire body electrified as one circled her clit deftly while the other traced her seam. She gripped her fingers into the sheets, gritting her teeth as the sensation of ecstasy washed over her, warming her core and tightening her muscles.
Screl made fast work of her like a true maestro, one of his long tongues actually fucking her until she clenched around it, rocking her hips against his face.
“Don’t stop,” she muttered, her head swimming and her legs shaking, so close to the edge.
So close.
With an explosion of light, Lena shattered, her orgasm ripping apart her flesh and making her whole once more. Screl didn’t let up, working her from inside and out until she was no more than a puddle, all of her muscles liquified as she slumped on the bed.
When he pulled away, his gaze was feral, his pupils so dilated she could barely see the blue of his eyes.
“Screl,” she muttered, trying to scramble back, trying to make her limbs cooperate after the lazy bliss of release, but he grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her stomach in one swift motion.
“Screl!” she cried, but he didn’t answer, just hiked her ass into the air and cloaked her with his form.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you, because I need you to scream for me. I need this entire ship to know you belong to me, and me alone.”
Lena tensed as Screl’s tentacles spiraled around her thighs, spreading her wide, two more yanking her arms behind her like rubbery restraints.
“Please,” she gasped before she could stop herself. “Please fuck me. Please, I need you.”
Arousal burned through her, a desperation to be filled, to be whole, to be connected in a way she never had before.
“You want me to ravish you, to defile you, to brutalize you. You want everyone to know who you belong to,” he whispered, sliding something through her slick entrance.
Something larger than the tip of a tentacle.
He was reading her so thoroughly, she wondered if he could see inside her mind.
“Tell me the truth,” he said again, his voice breathless. “Tell me who you belong to.”
She pressed her cheek into the mattress, trying not to pass out as haziness clouded her vision. Her legs trembled with need, with eagerness, and she wanted him inside her, wanted him to fuck her until every thought left her mind.
“I belong to you. I’m yours,” she said, her voice hushed as anticipation settled throughout the room like a dense fog.
Her heart was about to beat straight out of her chest when he finally pushed in, and there was only a moment of resistance before her pussy gave way to him. It was bigger than anything she had ever felt, but she relished the stretch, her muscles gripping him like a vice as he opened her up.
“Oh, Lena,” he groaned, the deep grumble of his voice sending a shudder up her spine.
God, it was so good, his tentacles holding her down so her squirming was fruitless, his cock splitting her in two. Pure rapture enveloped her as he started thrusting, slowly at first, too slowly, tears spilling down her cheeks and wetting the sheets beneath her.
There was something else too, something gliding deliciously against her clit with each plunge, but her brain couldn’t compute anything beyond the depraved need for more, more, more.
“No one will ever fill you like this, amoreth. Your beautiful cunt was made to be spread by me.”
His words trickled past her ears like a gentle stream, and she already felt her mind turning off, the sensation of him filling her so pure, so perfect, so right. She didn’t know what amoreth meant, but the way it sounded coming from his mouth was absolute magic.
Something bumpy rubbed through her interior as he penetrated her, as if his cock was dotted with ridges made to stimulate her in just the right way, her body already clamping against him and trying to drag him in.
“Mine,” he grunted with a click of his hips, a thrill racing up her spine.
She was so full, her cunt screaming from the tension, but every thrust was utterly exquisite, twisting sharp pain with electric pleasure and heating her flesh with desire.
Screl’s fingers dug into her hips, and the room was a cacophony of moans, her body giving in to him. And it felt right, to be one with him, to feel each thrust sizzle up her spine with white-hot pleasure.
The tentacle at her mouth tickled her lips before sliding past them, her eyes widening as it petted her tongue. Salty and sweet, it slithered down her throat, making her gag as drool dribbled onto the sheets.
Screl leaned forward, planting his hands on either side of her form and delivering brutal thrust after brutal thrust until she felt herself coming apart around him.
All she could do was grumble a moan as she came, her cunt fluttering around its intrusion, waves of pleasure filling her entire body with warmth.
With a grunt, he pulled out, a gaping hole left in his cock’s absence, and sticky streaks painted across her ass and back, her restrained arms, some shooting all the way into her hair.
Lena couldn’t move, her entire body entranced by the powerful release, relaxed despite everything telling her she should be frightened.