Chapter 16
Lena sat with her legs crossed on the mossy bed where Screl had laid her. He stood over her, an absolute giant from her vantage point on the ground.
The lazy bliss from her orgasm still calmed her, though his commanding presence was stirring something in her once more. She had been so certain he would ravage her as soon as they got out of the water, but Screl just paced for a long while, as if something were troubling him.
Now, he kneeled in front of her, taking both of her hands in his. He seemed hesitant, almost nervous about something, and she looked around awkwardly, unsure what he wanted.
“Lena, did you know that every Thren is given three names upon their hatching?” he asked, his penetrating voice more restrained than usual.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Well, you know my public name, Rohieth Screl,” he continued. “But every Thren has another name, used only by their… intimate companions. I would like to tell you my personal name, but only if you agree not to share it or use it when we are in public.”
Lena took a big gulp of air, the intimacy stifling her. Despite her lack of knowledge about Thren culture, this was clearly a matter of great importance to him.
“How many people know your personal name?”
She was curious. How close did these companions need to be?
“Very few. I am… different from most Threns. I am the youngest of my siblings, but still a prince to the sovereignty. I was not allowed to make close friendships as a young hatchling, nor into adulthood.”
She tried to take it all in, not expecting these intimate details to come tumbling out of him right now. She squeezed his hands, which seemed to embolden him.
“My father and siblings are the only ones who know. That is all.”
Screl looked at her sadly, gripping her with a crushing force. Was he… lonely? His eyes seemed desperate, erratically dimming and lighting as he waited for her reaction.
“The escorts you brought to the ship?”
He shook his head.
“Absolutely not. As I said, they were an evening of fun, nothing more.”
So why was she different? She’d begun to wonder if all Threns had strange pheromones that attracted humans, though she’d felt nothing when she visited with his officers, not even when one had pulled her into his lap.
Screl’s tentacles surged around his shoulders and waist, stretching toward her, though she was still afraid to answer.
“Well?” he asked, his face solemn. “Can I trust you?”
Somehow, so few knew his personal name, and yet he wanted to tell her. She was a nobody, a bartender, and he was an alien prince, but he wanted to trust her with his secret.
It was absurdly intimate, more intimate than anything she’d experienced with anyone else, and the thought pleased her.
“Yes,” Lena decided. “You can trust me.”
Screl let out a deep breath and pulled her into a hug, his tentacles wrapping around her neck and back as he embraced her. She hugged him back, feeling comforted by his presence, by the confidence he held in her.
“My name is Yavriel,” he whispered against the shell of her ear.
Yavriel.
An oddly delicate name for such a gruff male, but she loved it all the same.
“Yavriel,” Lena whispered back, letting the new name roll off her tongue.
Something clicked into place, like a key fitting perfectly into its lock. Was this how he claimed her? By telling her his personal name? It felt so lovely as it left her lips, and she never wanted to stop saying it, never wanted to forget this moment.
“Yavriel,” she repeated, placing a palm on his cheek, oddly compelled.
Screl hummed as if he was relishing the moment, his skin as smooth as his tentacles and warm to the touch.
“How beautiful it is to hear my name on your lips,” Screl said, his voice soft, though the wicked gleam had returned to his eyes. “And now it is time to claim you as mine.”
Lena raised her eyebrows in shock as he urged her backwards into the soft moss.
After lying down beside her, he tilted her onto her side and pulled her flush against his chest. Firm ridges massaged her back as he spread her legs, positioning his upper cock at her entrance.
Excitement coursed through her as tentacles surged over her body, squeezing her breasts and sliding down to brush over her stomach.
Screl ran the shaft through her slit, wetting himself with her arousal.
Lena was already shuddering as the tip prodded at her, moaning and moving her hips back though he held her in place with powerful arms. A warm, rubbery tentacle circled her clit as Screl tilted her head toward him, pressing kisses to her cheek and jaw.
With a grunt, he pushed his way inside, eyes gleaming as he focused on her flushed face, her mouth agape with desire. The ridges brushed deliciously over her interior, stirring the arousal deep in her core. He gripped her around the middle, holding her in place until he seated himself inside her.
Screl rested for a moment, his lower cock lying absurdly along her thigh and throbbing with its own need.
Lena reached for it, tracing her fingers over the blue-gray skin, ridged in a way that stimulated her so perfectly.
When he pulled out and drove back in, she whimpered, a sharp cry escaping her lips.
“Does that please you, little one?”
“Yes, Yavriel.”
He groaned and closed his eyes, clearly enjoying hearing his personal name just as much as she enjoyed saying it.
“What a good girl you are,” Screl cooed, picking up his pace, driving his hips into her with each thrust.
The slap of their bodies connecting drowned out the gentle churning noise of the waterfall, her fingers on his cock speeding up as he did the same inside her.
When she peeked back up at him, his piercing eyes made it difficult to concentrate on what was happening in her pussy, devouring her with just a look.
Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, a thrall to his touch, his gaze, his presence.
“Are you ready to be claimed?”
She nodded, no longer caring what that meant, just wanting to be his.
“Say it,” he growled, a tentacle slinking around her neck and circling loosely.
“Yes, I want to be claimed.”
“Who do you belong to?”
“Y-You,” she breathed, the word difficult to say with the tentacle at her throat.
“Say my name.”
“Yavriel.”
He responded with a low groan before tightening the tentacle, her eyes widening as she tried to breathe. Screl loosened his grip, then tensed it once more, eliciting a low moan from her that reverberated back into him.
Lena rocked backward, meeting his thrusts as best she could as he helped her along with the grip at her waist. She writhed against him, on the brink of another climax, and his grip tightened on her throat once more, the prickly sensation of lightheadedness increasing her building pleasure.
He was using her like a doll, moving her around like she weighed nothing.
And she loved it.
Why the fuck was this so hot?
Screl groaned, his panting breaths getting louder and louder. Before she knew what was happening, he was pulling away, and she cried out from the stark emptiness of her cunt.
But she wasn’t going to be empty for long, glancing down to see a tentacle gathering her slick arousal and painting it over his second cock. She trembled as the two lengths prodded at her entrance, spreading her wide in a sight so grotesque it should have made her sick.
But all it did was swell the arousal burning through her, her desperation for him knowing no bounds. He stretched her more than she’d ever been stretched before and she gasped in deep breaths, trying to relax her muscles.
Screl gave her shallow thrusts, giving her time to adjust as he fucked her with two cocks, the ridges raking across her tender spot and dotting her vision with gray. She whimpered, unsure how much more of him she could take.
“I can’t,” she breathed, wincing at the streaks of pain melding with the pulse of pleasure.
“You can,” he growled, using a tentacle to tilt her face toward his. “You will take as much of me as I give you. We will be joined. You were made for me.”
There was an odd doubling of pleasure as he picked up his pace, the tentacle resuming its circled vibration at her clit and the thin tendrils that extended from his groin caressing her skin.
It was as if Screl was echoing her arousal, a perpetual wave washing back and forth as her stimulation moved to him and back to her. She could hear nothing over the sound of her own heartbeat, spellbound by the unique feeling.
Lena’s cry turned into a low moan, the cocks drilling farther and farther into her with each plunge.
A mirrored grumbling came from Screl, his eyes lidded with their dual pleasure.
Every pulse amplified through her entire body as she clutched at the lush moss, digging her fingers in until she could feel the moist soil underneath.
Her eyes rolled, the totality of the experience shooting through her body like a bolt of lightning passing between them, her pleasure igniting his and vice versa, over and over again.
The sensation was more intense than anything she’d ever felt, but maybe it had something to do with the intimacy they had just shared, a Thren rite of companionship that spurred their joint arousal.
Their joining.
The juxtaposition of that sweet moment with the rough way he used her was thrilling. She grappled for the tentacles around her neck and chest, stroking them as she felt wave after wave of intense pleasure rip through her. The one around her throat contracted at her touch, and her vision grayed.
They were intimately connected, Screl’s eyes still glowing despite the increased pace and gurgled moans. He held her close now, clearly nearing his peak.
“Come for me, Lena. I need to feel you climax this time,” he said between heavy breaths.
His words pushed her right to the edge, and it wasn’t long before she tipped over it, screaming his name. Screl echoed her a moment later, the orgasm pulsating between them as their connected bodies vibrated as one.
She rode the waves for a long while, never breaking eye contact as they both moaned from the electric jolts that continued to pound through their bodies.
They were one being, fused together in rapturous lust that invaded their very existence.
His tendrils circled her thighs, holding her in place as warm spurts of seed filled her, exactly as she’d craved last night.
As she gasped for air, she noticed a strange blue glow in the middle of Screl’s chest, filling the space between them with luminescence. It started as a dot, but spread quickly, pulsing out as if echoing his heartbeat.
Stranger still was the matching glow on her own chest, filling her body with heat, though not burning her. As her breathing slowed, it started to fade, until finally subsiding, the natural light from the suns the only thing illuminating them.
Lena felt weak, her body and mind completely spent on what had just happened.
A prickle of fear stole into her brain, unsure what Screl would do now that he got what he wanted from her.
Maybe he would take her back to the station?
The thought caused a mild panic that she tried to push away, wanting to revel in the bliss of the joining instead.
“Do not be frightened, little one.”
Was he reading her mind?
Screl pressed a kiss to the top of her head, cum leaking from between her aching thighs, though he didn’t remove himself. He squeezed her close to him, the warmth of his body filling her with bliss, tentacles brushing her hair in rhythmic strokes.
Despite the questions rushing through her mind, Lena felt herself drifting off, exhausted from the physical and emotional passion. Before she was finally gone, she heard a soft whisper in her ear.
“Rest, amoreth. I will be here when you wake.”