Chapter 19
Lena bit her lip as she slowly rocked herself back and forth across the mound growing in Screl’s pants, his eyes rippling from light blue to near black.
There was clearly something wrong with her if she was interested in sex at a time like this.
Especially now, in a place where her captor had been beaten so brutally his skin was a kaleidoscope of bruises.
And yet, she could think of nothing she wanted more than to feel him inside her again, his cocks spreading her wide and his seed filling her with warmth.
“Please, little one. I will heal quicker if we become one.”
Was he saying what she thought he was saying?
“What do you mean?” she asked, pressing a palm to his cheek, running her thumb over his pebble-smooth skin.
“I need you, Lena. Your body will heal me quicker than any medicine. Please.”
Was he really begging?
It felt strange to be in this position, to be the one in control while this fearsome alien was at her mercy. But she needed him too, needed something to bring her comfort after the violence she’d witnessed, and as much as she wished she could deny it, Screl was the person to do it.
Lena slid her hands down to his waist, unzipping his pants and pulling them down just enough to reveal two cocks standing at attention.
With gentle strokes, she slid her fingers over them, one hand on each, enjoying the way Screl moaned with her touch, his eyes shutting with bliss.
The ridges bumped against her hands as she caressed them in tandem, glistening precum dripping from the slits.
“Does that feel good?” she asked, her voice a low purr as she reveled in the power she held over him.
Screl’s mouth curled into a sly smile.
“It does, little human. But I need to be inside you. I need to feel your body clenching around me. I need to fill you.”
A knot welled in her throat, a strange burst of emotion making tears dot her eyes as she watched him. There were times he acted like a spoiled child, and yet could she really blame him? The Sovereign made her parents look like saints.
And since the floating isle, since their joining, things had seemed… different. Softer, more intimate.
Yes, she knew what he wanted, and it wasn’t her fingers stroking him. And she wanted it too.
Lena hiked up on her knees, pulling her panties to the side and pressing the tip of his lower cock to her already slick seam.
Screl’s eyes darkened, his grip at her waist tightening ever so slightly as she slowly sank down on him.
“We’re meant to be together,” he murmured as if he were in a trance, and despite the finality of the words, she couldn’t deny it.
Everything about it felt right; the way his ridges rutted over her interior, her body tingling with arousal, the upper cock sliding along her clit as she ground down.
Tentacles slithered under her shirt and deftly unhooked her bra, removing it swiftly before curling around her breasts.
Warm, slick wetness coated her insides, Screl filling her up as she leaned her head back with a moan. Her thighs screamed as she rocked herself up and down on it, slowly letting herself adjust to the size of his cock, utterly astounded that she’d had both of them inside her earlier today.
He watched her like he wanted to consume her, and she wished he would, wished he would sink those sharp teeth into her and truly make her his.
Finally, she let herself drop onto his abdomen with a long moan, a comfortable pressure pulsing within her. She leaned forward, resting her hands on Screl’s chest as a sucker attached to her nipple, sucking with a delicious pressure that forced desire to beat through her like a drum.
She wrapped her hand around his upper cock, squeezing it against her slit as she rocked back and forth against it. He seemed to be enjoying the show—or perhaps unable to do more as he recovered—letting her set the pace as she fucked herself on his cock.
The slow, hard rhythm made her back arch and her eyes roll, a pleasant tension coiling in her stomach.
“Yes, amoreth, use me,” he said, his voice gravelly with lust.
Amoreth.
The same word, the one which warmed her in a way she never thought possible, the one that made her think everything would be alright. They could start over, forget the abduction ever happened. They could go slow, like a normal couple would.
Perhaps she was good enough.
As she fucked him, his lacerations began to close, the bruises fading ever so slightly with each thrust. It was like magic, but she could feel the power pulsing between them, a strange and inexplicable energy tying them together.
It was strong enough to make her believe that soul mates were real, and that hers was the alien whose cocks she was riding.
The tip of a tentacle brushed across her lips persistently before she finally parted them.
It pressed its way into her mouth, heightening the pleasant purr emitting from his chest. Her legs shook as she used him, driving closer and closer to release, his tentacle gagging her moans as it explored her mouth.
“Tell me you are mine, precious one, that you will always be mine,” Screl groaned as his eyes bored into her.
He withdrew his tentacle from her mouth for a moment, waiting for her answer as the tip tickled her lips.
The words slipped out far more easily than they should have.
“I’m yours, Yavriel, and I always will be.”
With that, the tentacle was back in her mouth, pulsing rhythmically down her throat in time with his thrusts. Another wrapped around her bottom, the tip playing with the tight ring of muscle of her ass.
Lena was filled with bliss, her body trembling as she teetered on the edge of release, stroking her hand over Screl’s upper cock so it stimulated her clit. With a garbled moan, she rocketed over the precipice, her cunt clenching onto Screl as his groan echoed hers.
Just as last time, it was as if the simultaneous orgasms ricocheted between them, Lena riding the waves as she let him take over, thrusting up into her and extending the pleasure far past the usual aftershocks.
She rejoiced in the sticky seed dripping from her entrance, slicking her thighs with pearly essence, a jolt of shock surprising her as his upper cock erupted like a pleasure volcano.
She aimed it toward her, eager for more, letting cum splash her face and neck, dripping over her shirt and creating an erotic mess.
Eventually, she stopped rocking, her chest heaving with exertion as she came back to the room, to the male with the glowing chest she was straddling. Her chest was glowing as well, a faint blue that barely shone through the fabric of her shirt, though the heat told her it was there, matching his.
Lena slicked a finger through a streak of seed slipping down her neck, bringing it to her mouth and sucking hard. The taste was exquisite, bittersweet with a touch of salt, like dark chocolate or salted caramel.
“Look at my beautiful human, covered in my mark,” Screl murmured, swiping a claw through the cum dripping from her entrance, still stuffed full with his cock.
“You taste good,” she said, as if that explained the ravenous euphoria that slammed through her, her body feeling as light as a feather and as desperate as a starving animal.
Screl brought the finger to his own mouth, tasting their combined essence and rolling his eyes with pleasure.
“As do you,” he finally said, his finger licked clean, the erotic act stoking the flames of arousal once more.
Lena giggled—the sound shocking even herself—enjoying the fact that his cock still filled her despite the evidence of his orgasm covering her with sticky wetness both inside and out.
Though he still had some scars and bruises, it was such a drastic change from how he looked just a bit ago, and she savored the way she could heal him with her presence.
When she tried to get off him, he just wrapped his tentacles tighter around her, holding her flush to his glowing chest.
“Stay. I will recover quicker if you are with me,” he said, and she believed him.
She snuggled into the crook of his neck, a deep sense of satisfaction and exhaustion racing through her as if she’d run a marathon.
“Why do our chests glow when we…” she started, trailing off as her eyes fluttered shut.
“It means we’re meant to be together.”
Lena chuckled slightly, drifting off despite the lazy arousal welling in her core, rolling her hips slightly so she could feel his upper cock pressing against her clit.
“Is it going to be like that every time?” she asked, the words barely making it past her lips.
“Yes, amoreth. You can use me for pleasure whenever you want,” Screl replied, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“I can be whatever you wish, gentle and sweet, or take you rough. I can tie you up and fuck you until you can’t walk, hold you down while you’re telling me no.
I want you every kind of way, and I will never let harm come to you again.
I promise. You are mine, Lena, and I am yours. ”
A blissful smile curled her lips as sleep claimed her, knowing she was exactly where she was supposed to be.