Chapter 26
The weeks passed quickly between work and visits with Screl, some leading to sultry mind encounters which left Lena’s legs trembling and others that were much more innocent.
Tomorrow was the day; she’d already picked out a special dress to greet Screl in once he was released from the brig, along with a lingerie set she’d purchased from one of the stalls on the promenade.
As she entered her quarters after a long night at Ochin’s, she sighed a deep breath, wondering if she’d even be able to sleep with the excitement ahead.
It had been easier over all, her mind more content than it had been in decades, the restless anxiety finally at peace.
But knowing that everything would change tomorrow charged her with energy.
In the dark of the room, the skin on the back of her neck prickled, her body tensing and recognizing an invisible threat a moment too late.
Before she could scream, a tentacle wrapped around her lips, another circling her neck and applying just enough pressure to take her breath away. Clawed hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against the muscled body behind her.
The fear dissipated in an instant, replaced with pure bliss as the bond clicked into place, and the tentacle around her mouth retracted, giving her space to gasp in a breath.
“You scared me!”
“I know,” Screl whispered in her ear. “I can feel your pulse beating in my chest. I can taste your fear, scent the arousal wetting your panties.”
Another tentacle slid between her legs, gliding along the seam of her work pants as if testing his theory.
“I t-thought you weren’t supposed to be out until tomorrow,” she breathed, her body heating to his touch as if an inferno had engulfed them.
“I guess I got lucky,” he replied, squeezing her tighter.
The room was silent, not necessarily strained, but not quite comfortable yet. She wasn’t frightened, not even with the way he subdued her so easily, his weight a comforting pressure at her back. She just wasn’t sure what to expect, even after all the conversations over the course of the past month.
There was a part of her that still expected him to go, that he’d tell her he was leaving for good, leaving her behind.
Screl cleared his throat, and a jolt of anxiety lanced through her, beading sweat on her brow.
“I need you to know that I will never hurt you again,” he said, his breath tingling her skin. “The only pain you feel will be in the pursuit of pleasure. Everything I do will forever be in service to you.”
There was an expectant pause, a knot welling in Lena’s throat as if she’d swallowed a stone.
“Do you believe me, amoreth?”
She sniffled hard, trying to stop the tears from falling, the pressure in her chest giving way to weightless bliss.
“Yes.”
There was a squeeze from tentacles and arms, then another question in her ear.
“Do you trust me?”
“I do,” she said without pause.
“Good. Because you’re mine.”
The last word sent a tremor through her limbs, and Screl released her—all but the tentacle wrapped tightly around her neck—flipping her around to face him.
He still wore his prison uniform, a simple gray jumpsuit with a cutout for his tentacles, though he was already unzipping it down to his crotch.
With lithe fingers, he unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her breasts and palming one in each hand. He pinched her nipples, sending tugs of arousal to her core as more tentacles jerked her pants down.
Screl appraised her with a smile, crossing his arms over his chest as the tentacle at her neck squeezed, cutting off her breath for a few erotic moments. The rubbery flesh made her skin tingle, suckers certainly leaving their mark as they dug into her flesh.
“My beautiful mate,” he breathed, staring at her as if she were a masterpiece in one of the ancient art galleries back on Earth.
When she glanced at his crotch, she was surprised at the absence of his cocks, raising a brow at the sexless expanse where they normally protruded.
“Go ahead, little one. Wake them up.”
Screl nodded, urging her on as he dragged her to the ground with the tentacle leash around her neck. Her heart thudded fiercely as she gazed up at him before bringing her lips to his crotch and pressing a kiss to the bare skin.
With just the slightest of touches, a slit appeared, so thin she could almost miss it. She licked along it with the tip of her tongue, a jolt of pleasure electrifying her as Screl’s groan filled the room.
“I enjoy seeing you like this. On your knees. Tethered.”
Lena bit her lip into a smile before continuing, using the flat of her tongue to swipe over the opening until it shifted, something poking out and greeting her.
Two somethings.
The rounded tips of his cocks inched outward, and she eagerly sucked on them as if they were candy, the sweet taste of precum filling her with bliss.
It was an odd sensation, holding both cocks in her mouth as they extended from his sheath until they became too great for her to manage, her attention switching to the lower one.
Screl’s eyes pierced through her, his pupils dilated to near circles as she swirled her tongue on the tip, licking all over his rigid flesh before taking it fully into her mouth.
Lena pushed down as far as she could go, feeling the head prodding the back of her throat and tears welling in the corners of her eyes.
“Mmm, keep going,” Screl said, his eyes half-lidded as he cupped her cheek, his tentacle still circling her throat like a necklace.
Clawed hands gripped her hair, angling her better, and she relaxed her throat, humming softly as his length slipped past the resistance. His upper cock slid lewdly along her nose and forehead, a sensation that made her feel filthy in the best possible way.
“Such a good girl. You’re doing so good,” he muttered as her breathing cut off, jerking her the last bit of distance.
The tentacle around her throat coiled tightly, stroking over the mound of his own cock as it pressed against the skin of her neck.
She couldn’t breathe, but the experience was exhilarating, her head filling with lightness as he used her for his pleasure.
Delicate tendrils wrapped around her face, holding her in place.
“Oh, precious one, I can feel myself in your throat. You take me so well, inside and out.”
Her life was in his hands, but she trusted him with her whole heart, knowing he would take her right to the edge without harming her.
When he finally pulled away, she gasped for a breath, spit dripping down her chin and onto the floor in front of her. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, the feeling of submission freeing her mind of any thoughts.
“Such a beautiful little pet, choking on my cock,” he said, pressing a claw into her open mouth and petting along her tongue. “You know exactly what your mate needs.”
He looked as intoxicated as she felt, woozy on desire as he watched her with a rapturous gaze.
The tentacle around her neck adjusted her position, and then Screl’s hands were back in her hair, gathering it up in a messy nest as his upper cock penetrated her swollen lips. The lower one slid along her cheek, coating her in her own drool as he started thrusting.
“Taking every last bit like you were made for me,” Screl grunted, and though she wasn’t able to get as deep from this angle, she relished in the sensation of him at the back of her throat, knowing that big cock would be in her cunt soon enough.
At least she hoped so.
Arousal pooled in her stomach, her thighs trembling as he pistoned into her, his cock actually throbbing in her mouth. The sloppy sounds of her throat filled the room, that and Screl’s moans which only furthered the desire heating her core.
She cried out when he pulled away, though in an instant a tentacle circled each of his cocks, pumping hard as he grinned down at her.
“Open wide, little human,” he said, his gravelly voice tingling her skin.
The tentacle unraveled from her neck as she did as she was told, sticking her tongue out. With an extended groan, ropes of cum spurted from both cocks simultaneously, splashing her face and mouth, some dripping down over her breasts.
God, it was a delicious feeling, the heated streaks painting her skin like an erotic canvas, marking her as his. The tentacles slowed, wringing out every last bit of seed until they ceased, and Lena swallowed hard, savoring the taste of her fated.
Before she had a chance to react, Screl snatched her off the ground and pulled her into a fierce kiss, licking through her mouth and tasting himself. He quickly undressed her, slipping her clothes all the way off before shrugging out of his jumpsuit and encasing her in a hug once more.
She was awash with euphoria, pressing her hands to his ridged stomach until he scooped her up, letting out a squeal of glee as he tossed her onto the bed.
His cocks were still hard, still ready, and she wondered exactly how many rounds he could go before he was satiated. She buzzed with excitement, knowing they had all night to rejoice in each other’s bodies, not a single thing keeping them apart any longer.
Screl flipped her onto her stomach and hiked her ass into the air, an expectant shiver racing up her spine.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, and he chuckled, hands circling her waist and dragging her toward the edge of the bed.
“First, I’m going to feast. Then I’m going to fuck you.”
A smack echoed through the space, pain radiating from the spot on her ass where he’d spanked her. When he slapped her again, she let out a yelp, the sting sending twinges of arousal to her center.
“Do you like that, my pretty little mate?”
Oh, his growl was sinister, lighting up all the right spots as his words tingled over her skin.
“I do.”
Another smack sent a shot of pain up her spine, this one harder than the first two. Arousal dripped from her, droplets splattering her bedspread as he spanked her, delivering blow after blow until her ass ached and her legs trembled.
There was a long pause, but before she could question him, she felt his dual tongues delving into her slit, splitting her wide.