Chapter 13 #2
He flipped her onto her back, and she stared up at him, his pupils still dilated with lust despite his release coating her. Her gaze wandered down his body, her mouth actually watering with anticipation as she took in every beautiful detail of his naked form.
Much of him looked humanoid, brawny pecs and a firm stomach ridged with diagonal lines, like an arrow pointing to his crotch. His cock still stood at attention, clearly not appeased by the release her cunt had just given it. Well, not his cock, but cocks.
Two of them.
They extruded from an oozing slit, the appendages actually throbbing like they had their own heartbeats, a darker blue than the rest of his skin.
Both were quite sizable—though that had already been clear by the way he had stretched her with the upper one—and lined with thin ridges, the bumps that had stimulated her so well.
Four tendrils protruded from the bases, small versions of the tentacles that extended from his back.
Excitement built once more, the sight of two cocks with raging erections sending her reeling. They were making a mess of the bed, but that mattered little as Screl crawled his way up her body before straddling her neck and pinning her to the mattress with powerful thighs.
“I’m not done with you,” he said, aiming his lower cock toward her mouth, the upper one still slick with their combined arousal.
It slid along Lena’s forehead as she parted her lips, not needing to be told twice, any semblance of fear having left a long time ago. Her mouth watered, a salty sweet taste like caramels overwhelming her senses as she ran her tongue along the thick shaft.
Screl gripped the back of her head with his hand, fingers tangling into her hair as he spread her lips with his lower cock. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, eager to please, eager to taste more.
It wasn’t long before Screl started thrusting, ridges rubbing deliciously against her lips and along her forehead. Tears burned at her eyes, spilling onto the mattress as he hit the back of her throat, nausea churning in her stomach.
There was something so visceral about the way she gagged on his cock, so primal and needy, like her throat was desperate to take all of him.
Screl picked up his pace, rocking his hips and jerking her head to meet him, going deeper and deeper each time.
Lena tried to relax her throat, and eventually he pushed past the resistance, sliding down until she could no longer breathe.
Tendrils tickled her chin, running along the flesh of her neck as if they could sense his bulging cock.
“That tight little throat was made for me too,” he growled, and all she could do was burble in response, slimy spit dripping down her chin.
The wet sounds of squelching filled the room, punctuated by Screl’s moans and the small, desperate sounds she made in between her mouth being filled to capacity.
Her pussy throbbed with need despite her two orgasms, wetness streaking her thighs, and she bucked into nothing, desperate for some sort of pressure.
Her arms were pinned by Screl, but he noticed her struggles, a tentacle sliding over her mound and a sucker attaching to her clit, forcing a muffled yelp from her overfull mouth.
“Is that good, amoreth?” he muttered, fucking her throat as he gazed down at her with bright eyes. “Does my needy girl want to come again?”
The stimulation was so good, almost too much, her oversensitive clit dotting her vision with an erotic mixture of pain and pleasure.
Lena couldn’t even nod, just surrendered to his touch, her body spasming with the relentless suction of his tentacle. When she came, her vision went gray, eyes rolling to the back of her head until she tasted sweet nectar shooting down her throat in great spurts.
It was pure bliss, a sensation of euphoria she wasn’t certain she’d ever experienced before, as if all was right in the universe.
Screl eased up on the thrusts before pulling out, his pupils contracting and his body trembling as he crawled away from her.
“More…” she said before she could stop herself, the realization hitting her a moment after the word left her mouth, still tingling with the sweetness of his seed.
His eyes went wide, and he shook his head quickly, though he still straddled her waist, his erections very much present.
“More,” Lena whimpered, the sound so pathetic, but all she cared about was his cock inside her, his tentacles brushing over her bare skin.
“No more, amoreth.”
The words sent a sharp pang through her chest. Was her heart actually breaking?
“Why?” she asked, pushing herself up as Screl scrambled off the bed.
“You must clean yourself thoroughly,” he said, dressing quickly. “Promise me you will do that.”
Though she was confused as ever, she nodded, brows furrowed with concern.
“I promise.”
“Goodnight,” Screl mumbled, before turning and escaping through the door, silence echoing in her ears when it whooshed shut behind him.
He was gone.
Lena lay on the bed for a long while, the ache in her chest growing to uncomfortable levels. It was difficult to breathe, like she was having a panic attack, but this didn’t feel like something she’d experienced before.
What the fuck had just happened?
Pangs of regret shot through her, unveiling all the feelings she tried so hard to keep bottled up inside. Abandoned, undesirable. That’s all she would ever be.
She’d given him everything he wanted, but it wasn’t enough.
I told you. He wanted to fuck you so he could abandon you, just like all the others. You’re not good enough. You’ll never be good enough.
The voice had been silent in his presence, but now in his absence, it was as loud as ever.
Screl had exposed an intimate part of her that even she hadn’t known about, a need to be dominated, a need to be owned, then discarded her like she was trash. It was humiliating how easily she’d given in, begged him, even, just for him to remind her of exactly how little she mattered.
Eventually, she managed to crawl off the mattress and stumble to the bathroom, following Screl’s instructions despite wishing she could be consumed by the bed and never see the light of day again.
The heat of the shower relaxed her a bit, though she could still feel the memory of Screl between her legs, which tightened a knot in her throat. She was resigned, broken, just wanted to be back at the station, back to her normal life.
At the same time, the thought of leaving Screl and never seeing him again made her chest constrict painfully.
Whatever fucked up thing he had done to make her feel this way, no, she would not forgive him for that.