Chapter 15 #3
Tentacles brushed against her legs, sending a jolt of electricity up her spine.
They slid their way up her body as Screl emerged from the pool in front of her, grabbing her hips and closing the short distance between them.
She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, the current of the pool pressing her against his abdomen.
“Stop trying to fight it, Lena,” he whispered, rocking her up against his ridged stomach in a rhythmic motion.
Pleasure blossomed between her legs as Screl’s eyes glimmered with lust, like he knew exactly what he was doing to her. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the whimper in her throat.
“You want me to claim you, and I’m ready to do so. It took everything in my power not to do it last night.”
Lena giggled at how serious he was, acting like this was the most important thing in the world and not some silly roleplay.
“You want to claim me like one of your naughty holonovels. Is that what you like to do with your escorts?”
Screl tensed, squeezing her possessively.
“My escorts are nothing like you. I fuck them, but I do not claim them. I use them and discard them.”
“And what are you going to do to me?”
Her boldness surprised her, but he acted like he wasn’t planning on doing the exact same thing to her, using her and discarding her in lieu of a shiny new toy. Every muscle in her body clenched with sudden anxiety, knowing that she would finally hear the truth directly from his mouth.
“I am going to make you mine,” Screl said, his voice hushed. “Because you are mine.”
Lena gasped as he lifted her until her legs straddled his shoulders, his tentacles wrapping around her thighs for support. Clawed fingers moved to spread her folds as she grasped his head to keep from falling backward.
He rubbed a tentacle along her entrance, the rubbery texture igniting arousal in her core as water trickled down her neck and chest, the iridescent mist coating her with a shining glimmer.
“You need me just as badly as I need you,” Screl said as she squirmed in anticipation, his tentacle caressing her slit. “You tried to resist me, but deep down, you knew the truth. You knew we needed to be together.”
He sounded insane, and yet it all made sense, not logically, but deep in her heart. She wanted to believe what he said, that he was as desperate for her as she was for him, wanted to believe that someone could need her so much they’d do the things he’d done.
Without warning, Screl plunged into her, and she arched her back at the sudden intrusion. A long, low moan left her lips as she writhed against him, the tentacle quickly becoming slick with her wetness as he plunged it in and out.
“Tell me you need me,” he growled, and she arched as he slammed in, sliding against her inner walls in a way that made her see stars.
“I need you!” she moaned, rocking her hips in time with his thrusts.
Screl removed the tentacle, then held another next to it, swirling them together to become one massive appendage. Her eyes widened, realizing he meant to fuck her with that monstrosity, bigger even than one of his ridged cocks.
“And I need you too, amoreth. But if I am to claim you, then I must stretch you.”
She still didn’t understand what he meant, but wriggled in his grasp as he prodded at her entrance, letting the tentacles become slick before pressing them inside her once more.
The feeling of fullness was so satisfying, so perfect, like they were made to fit together—the two final pieces of a puzzle.
There were so many ways for him to pleasure her, from his dual tongues to his tentacles, and the thought brought another whimper to her lips.
“Such a responsive little human. I want you to moan louder for me,” he commanded, continuing to fuck her rhythmically with his tentacles, stretching her muscles beyond what she thought possible.
Lena obliged, releasing the loud groans she had frantically been trying to contain. A pleasant reverberation rang from his throat, but she had little time to wonder what that meant, as his tongues snaked out of his mouth, sliding over her clit and roughly pulsing against it.
Oh, it felt so good, so right, the tension building as he continued to thrust into her with his tentacles.
“It’s alright, precious one. You can let go,” Screl purred, and she didn’t have time to think on this new name before a jolt of pleasure rode through her, white hot and electrified.
Lena’s head swam as she twisted against him, riding his tentacles for every last moment of gratification as her muscles clenched around them. When she finally stopped moaning, he lowered her back into the water, cradling her in his arms and brushing her hair lightly.
The sounds of the isle returned to her, cascading waterfalls and flying animals screeching in the distance. Her body still tingled with the aftermath of her orgasm, but slowly, her breathing normalized, his embrace comforting her as the warm hug of water enclosed them.
Screl walked toward the shore, and she raised a brow at him, wondering if their swim was over.
“You are mine, Lena. And now we will become one.”