Chapter 14 #2
And fuck, she didn’t want it to stop, not the flick of his tongues against her lips, or the hands at her waist, igniting the ache of the bruises he’d given her the night before.
There was a bulge between her legs and she knew what it had to be—his cocks standing at attention, though his pants still shielded him. Without thinking, she rolled her hips, gasping at the delicious pressure against her clit even as his tongues raked through her mouth, coiling around her own.
A chuckle passed between them, Screl tightening his grip on her waist and guiding her as she ground against his erections. It was ecstasy, the solid lengths pressing against her in just the right way and dizzying her vision with stars.
Lena shifted, riding harder as every thought emptied from her mind. There was no more anger or fear, just a burning desire that she needed to quell.
Screl observed her, rocking her hips while she rutted against him. Her whimpers filled the room, and he moaned in tandem, his eyes half-lidded as she felt his cocks pulsing between her legs.
So desperate, so fucking desperate, but she didn’t care, grinding until stars exploded in her eyes, her entire body vibrating with release. She cried out, trembling with each wave of pleasure that washed over her, wishing she could actually liquefy and melt into Screl’s arms.
With a final gasp, her entire body sighed with relief, making room for the anxiety prickling at her brain once more. She noticed the mess her arousal had made of his pants, then looked up to see his sly smile.
“Ah. Now, now. Don’t let that pretty little head of yours fill with worries again.”
His words sent a shudder through her, and before she could react, he was hoisting her up and positioning her in the middle of the bed, then slipping her dress off with a soft smile.
As she quivered under his touch, he laid her back, taking her wrist and gently fastening a soft cuff around it, which connected her to the corner of the bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked, a pinch of panic forming.
“I am going to give you what you need. Trust me.”
Trust him? After everything he’d done?
“Are you going to get rid of me after this?”
She couldn’t help but ask, her breath catching in her throat as she awaited his answer.
“Of course not,” Screl said, frowning. “I told you that you were mine, and I meant it.”
Lena heaved in a great breath, trying to calm her racing heart as he secured her free wrist to the other side of the bed. Already a pleasant buzz permeated her skin, from her orgasm and the way he stalked to the edge of the bed, his eyes washing over her prone form.
Trust him. Trust him. Trust him.
Despite her brain setting off alarms, she did trust him, was eager to see what he’d do now that he had her in such a compromising position.
Her mind raced with possibilities, envisioning the scene from the upper levels of Cosmic Pulse, the wolf-alien taking the human hard while her limbs were restrained.
“Beautiful human,” he muttered, breathing in deeply and taking in the scent of her need. “I can do more than just ravage my bed partners, you know. That’s not the only game I like to play.”
The vulnerability was exhilarating as Screl crawled onto the bed, pressing heated kisses along her burning flesh.
A feral one at her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, a soft one at her breast. He squeezed her with broad fingers, pinching her nipples until they stiffened and sent jolts of fiery arousal through her.
By the time he made it to her lower half, Lena was a puddle, her cunt throbbing between her thighs. She needed his hot tongues to carve through her flesh, to give her the release she so desperately needed.
One was not enough, her body craving more as he hiked her legs over his shoulders and pressed his face between her thighs, spread wide by his hands. Lena shivered as twin tongues extended from his mouth, raking across her slit and sending a jolt through her.
The galaxy shrank away as Screl swiped his hot tongues along her seam, teasing her with too gentle strokes. He probed into her, using his tongues like a tentacle or cock, brushing over the sensitive spot that sent arousal pooling in her core.
Lena leaned her head back, bucking her hips up to meet him as her eyes closed with rapture. The sensation was too good, amplified by the way she desperately wanted to reach for him, only to be hindered by the cuffs at her wrists.
A growl rumbled through the room, and she cried out as the warm wetness left her cunt.
“Look at me if you want me to continue.”
With difficulty, she opened her eyes, straining her neck down to observe Screl settled between her legs. He smiled, resuming his pace, flicking one tongue against her clit while the other massaged her interior with broad strokes.
Screl backed away slightly, blowing a puff of cool air against her sensitive clit and causing her to yelp. Her legs trembled, though firm hands held her in place, tentacles surging over his shoulders to massage her soft stomach and thighs.
He carefully sealed his mouth around her clit and sucked hard, sending a sharp spike of pleasure up her spine. Lena let out a moan, then another, forgetting herself as she became submerged in rapture.
“Does that feel good, amoreth?” Screl asked with a smile.
“So good,” Lena managed, her fingers grasping at air as she tried to keep her eyes on him.
It was getting difficult with the way he spread her legs further—a better angle for feasting. And feast he did, tracing through wet folds with his tongues, diving in and out with fast flicks that sent a flush of heat through her body.
Oh, how her body craved a firm hand, and yet the sweet sensuality of the moment made a knot well in her throat, tears pooling in her eyes. Her breaths were coming in sharp pants, the tension in her core gearing up for release.
Screl lifted his head again, though a tentacle replaced his tongue in an instant, swirling around her clit and forcing her hips to jerk up.
“You wish to know what I want from you?”
Even as pleasure overwhelmed her, she nodded, desperate to understand what the hell was happening to her.
“I want you to come so many times, your pretty little head is emptied of all its troubles. I want you to understand exactly how much you need me.”
Lena nodded, her mouth agape, her brain already fuzzy as she teetered on the edge of orgasm.
Screl brought his mouth to her once more, kissing her cunt before resuming the whirling of his tongues, her back arching into his wet touch.
Before long, she was clenching against him, electric pleasure racing up her spine and forcing a moan from her lips. She rocked her hips, though it did little to quell the continued arousal as Screl vibrated his tongue against her clit, the evidence of her climax dripping between her thighs.
Over and over again, the commander worked her, building her up with firm strokes from his tongues or tentacles, prodding and penetrating her until she climaxed.
Her mind was gone, nothing but bliss tingling her nerves and agony between her legs.
She was fully spent, more orgasms than she could count, her body growing weary when he finally dragged himself away.
A bulge tented his pants, and he quickly removed them, two cocks springing free with precum beading on the tips.
Lena could barely register what was happening as he crawled over her, placing a palm to her cheek, red with tension and need.
Then his hands were gripping her hips, hiking her into the air as his lower cock lined up at her entrance.
Her clit was numb, and her muscles were weak, but still she craved him, a singular urge to be used by the Thren.
Screl slid his lower cock through her drenched slit, using his fingers to dip into her wetness and coat his upper one as well.
With deep-seated lust, she tried to buck her hips, but it was useless, powerful arms holding her down and tentacles swarming over her heated flesh. One circled around her neck, squeezing lightly, and Lena thought she might die if he didn’t fuck her this instant.
“Tell me how much you need me, amoreth, how much you need my cocks.”
Screl was teasing her, raking through her seam over and over again without pressing into her the way she wanted.
“Please.”
With a shake of his head, he rocked his hips back, giving her cunt just a small bit of his cock before dragging it away from her once more.
“You can do better than that.”
Always making her beg.
Lena cried out, pressure building in her chest like she would explode at any moment.
It was frightening being so under another’s spell, relying on anyone other than herself, but she couldn’t deny the way she wanted to surrender to Screl, let him have her in every way, even if it meant he would chew her up and spit her out.
“Please. I want you, Screl. I want your cocks. Please, I can’t… I need you.”
Not very eloquent, but it must have been enough because after a brush of her hair, he slammed into her, an electric bolt of pain shooting up her spine. Lena let out a piercing scream, and he smiled as he fucked her hard, grunting with each brutal stroke.
Every nerve was aflame, tingling with the sting of overstimulation, but it was exactly what she craved.
“Come in me,” she gasped, the words surprising even herself.
Screl slowed his thrusts, shaking his head with vehemence.
“Please.”
A strange impulse clawed at her, a need to be filled with his seed, though that normally wasn’t something that enticed her. It’s not like anything could happen if he did, her implant kept her safe from disease and pregnancy.
“No,” Screl said, resuming his pace with feral intensity.
Lena cried out, ready to protest, but he silenced her with a vicious click of his hips, sending a shock up her spine as his upper cock throbbed against her clit.
“You will take what I give you without complaint.”
Her words died on her tongue, and she focused on the building pleasure, the way he gazed down at her, her body shaking with each thrust.