Chapter 26 #2
Lena gasped for air, gripping the sheets as he worked her cunt, tongues moving in tandem to stretch her open for what felt like an eternity.
When he pulled away, she despaired for just a moment before there was a prod at her ass, a tentacle rimming around her ring of muscle, wet with some sort of slick substance.
“I’ve already claimed your mouth and your cunt, but there’s something else you must give me.”
Lena shuddered, enjoying the sensation of tentacles sliding into her holes, coaxing her open and pushing deeper with each of her inhales. If there was resistance, he paused, giving her a chance to relax before exploring further.
When she thought she could take no more, the tentacle started thrusting, hitting all the right nerve endings as another focused on her clit, flicking with inhuman speed.
Lena whimpered into her pillow, her arousal building quickly, knowing that this was only the beginning. She bucked back into him, relishing the way he pleasured her so thoroughly, more tentacles slithering up her stomach and massaging her breasts.
Lena came with a muffled scream, rocking her hips back as pleasure exploded through her body, racing up her spine and prickling her limbs with heat.
Slowly, Screl retracted his tentacle, giving her cunt one last kiss before pulling away fully. She was a mess, drool staining her cheeks and liquid dripping from her thighs, but that mattered little as he helped her up, pulling her into his arms once more.
Anticipation iced her veins as he gripped her ass, jerking her into the air. On instinct, Lena locked her ankles around his waist and her arms around his neck. He pressed her against the smooth wall of her quarters, warm tentacles sliding along her upper half and suctioning to her nipples.
Lena arched her back, the sensation strangely erotic as his cocks brushed over the wetness between her thighs, still coated in her saliva.
“Are you ready for me, amoreth?”
“Yes! Please!” she gasped, squirming and trying to sink down, though he held her steady.
Screl didn’t need to be told twice, rolling his hips until he found the right angle and spearing her on his cocks. God, he was splitting her in two, sparing no time in driving into her, wrenching a scream from her lungs as he seated himself hard and deep.
“Do you enjoy being my little plaything?” he asked, her body tensing and relaxing as it tried to accommodate the multiple intrusions.
Indistinct groans trickled off her tongue, the only sounds she could make as he lifted her into the air and slammed her back down, a shot of electric pleasure searing up her spine.
“You take me so well, amoreth. Do you like having all of your holes used by your fated?”
Lena nodded, her head lolling as he lifted her again and again, writhing on top of his cocks with each thrust. She whimpered, euphoria coursing through every nerve, every vein, though it was still not enough.
Each feral click of his hips seemed to rearrange her insides, her hungry body making room for her fated, swallowing his cocks. She held on for dear life, groaning at the overabundance, her brain reduced to mush at the fullness within her.
“Bite me,” she panted, barely able to get the words out as Screl slowed slightly.
“Are you certain?” he asked, building up his pace again as he used her like a doll.
“Yes! Bite me, Yavriel, I want your mark,” she managed, trying to focus on his glimmering eyes despite the stars dotting her vision.
She was his thrall, desperate for more, just as insatiable as he had said.
Screl nodded, worry exchanged for eagerness in a heartbeat. Anticipation prickled her skin, pressure welling higher and higher until he lunged for her neck, fangs tearing into soft flesh with a sharp sting.
She held his head to her, reveling in the searing pain, his wet tongues lapping at her blood.
And suddenly, there was an explosion of bliss, her body ablaze with a luscious climax as Screl gave her one final thrust, a tingle of pleasure shooting all the way from her cunt to her throat.
It was like her soul had been ripped from her body, her ass and cunt clamping on dual cocks as they pumped their loads into her twitching channels.
She could feel the drag of each pulse, her body throbbing with rhythmic ecstasy, Screl’s tongues still brushing over her wounds.
Her vision grayed at the swell rippling between them, her chest heaving until the pulses finally waned, her own aftershocks of pleasure subsiding.
Screl’s eyes were on her once more, worry spilling into her chest, but she shook her head, still not quite able to speak. He brushed a tentacle over her wounds, and they began to seal, evidently another Thren perk.
What couldn’t those tentacles do?
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice pitched high with concern.
Lena nodded, a blissful smile on her face, every muscle relaxed to the point she felt like gelatin.
A tentacle petted through her messy hair, tilting her head up to look at him though her vision was still a bit fuzzy.
“I love you, Lena,” he said, the words jolting her back to awareness.
Emotion constricted her chest, though it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, she enjoyed the overwhelming feeling, the vulnerability that coursed through her as she tightened her grip around his neck.
“I love you too, Yavriel.”
He smiled, pressing a kiss to her lips and washing her in ecstasy once more.