I push the tattered woven top to the side, taking the hardening bud at the apex of her breast between my lips.
When Lena moans loudly, I muzzle my hand over her mouth.
“Quiet,” I beg, “I need to comfort you. I need to give you this release. We can’t let the guard hear. I can’t leave you wanting.”
Some faction of my psyche, no matter how much I don’t want to admit it, knows this might be the last time we ever see each other.
“Won’t you get in trouble? I want you, but I don’t want to make this worse.” She says warily as my hand slips from her lips, glancing at the door.
I don’t answer her as my hands join my foretentacles at her ass. I carry her over to one of the chairs and set her down gently.
I promised the Chancellor that we hadn’t mated, and it’s true. I won’t give her my seed until after I’m found worthy—and only if she’ll accept it then.
I kneel at the altar of Lena, her arousal scent filling my nostrils and sending my blood to pump into the tips of every tentacle on my body.
For the first time since we met, I don’t have to worry if my venom is what’s making her crazy for me.
Lena burns for my touch right before my eyes, and every bit of her emotion is natural. She wants me, and I’ll perish if I wait any longer to taste her.
The sound of her moans cuts through my concentration and one brother drags his tip right through her wet slit—lifting her skirt. Without warning, the other foretentacle covers her mouth once more.
“Shhh…” I whisper before I trail my tongue up her thigh. Lena bucks but stays quiet—despite needing to bite into the flesh of my tentacle to do so.
I don’t even flinch because I will always give Lena what she needs, even if that’s a bite of me.
My mouth waters as I lift the woven skirt I wrapped her in before the elder’s arrival. Her scent intoxicates me, and I can almost feel my pupils dilating as I inhale.
“Lena, I want to use my mouth on your cunt, please let me.” The smell of her alone has my cock hard and weeping. As she gazes down at me, my voice is filled with longing as I beg. “I need this, I need to taste you.”
Lena pulls the brother from her lips, her voice quiet and as desperate sounding as I feel.
“Promise me you’ll come back to me,” she says as a chunky tear rolls down her cheek.
“I promise.” It can’t be a lie if you mean it with your whole heart, can it?
“I trust you, Kitaico.”
The words feel weighty in the room. This is her answer to my promise and my request.
“Your trust is my honor to hold.” I pull her slightly forward in her seat and whisper, “Will you open yourself to me?”
She pets a hand through my head tentacles before putting her hands on her knees and spreading them wide.
There must be no sight more enchanting, not even the promised afterlife by the Great Mother, than Lena on display before me.
My willpower breaks at her beauty.
I firmly grasp her hips, drawing her closer to my eager lips. As my tongue slides over her pearl, I can feel her body tense with pleasure, her breath quickening. I apply pressure, gently moving my rough tongue over her delicate sweet spot.
Lena bites her lip, suppressing the melodic sounds that I adore.
My hands grip into the flesh of her ass as I work my jaw over the apex of her sex. I can feel the left brother forcefully push past my chest and settle itself at her dripping entrance.
“Yes,” she mutters softly, pressing her hips forward.
My Lena, without my venom, wants me.
I give her precisely what she craves—one brother penetrates her fervent and drawn cunt with haste. I replace my tongue with my fingers.
