“Who could ever imprison you?” I whisper. She’s so innocent. I kiss her neck and taste the purity, so sharp that it makes everything in me throb in pain.
I’m an addict after only three days. I want more, pain or pleasure, as long as it comes from her.
“People who wanted to keep me from hurting myself. Not a prison. Just... Not free. Complicated.”
She’s silent for a minute, and I dare to grip her thigh, lifting it until it rides up over my waist. Each time I return, I’m stronger. Tonight, my tentacles flutter and fly, stroking across her pussy, one after the after, licking her with shadowy tongues until she starts to rock against the thick purple-gray rod that’s so hungry for her.
“Why did they put you in jail?” she asks between those world-tipping kisses.
“Jealousy. I took a lover who was free—but her former lover wasn’t ready to let her go.” For the first time in years, I let myself remember her, let myself wonder what happened to her. If I was cast into eternal limbo, what did he do to the woman he claimed to love?
With a shudder, I clutch Aggie closer. “I never see you with a lover, my dearest.”
“Haven’t had a lover in years—until you.”
Her body bounces on mine, her hands wrapping around my neck as her wetness coats the tips of my tentacles and invites me in.
“If you make me your lover, you might not like it. I’m no longer human. My appetites aren’t the same,” I warn. It’s true. I want to slide inside her—but I also want to bind her, pull her open, and fill her in every hole. I lost whatever gentleness human lovers have, and I only have a memory to guide me. Mostly, what I have is weakness in this world.
If I had my full strength, Agatha would already be bulging, filled with one or two tentacles in both of her holes as I licked up her tears and drank in her screams, not caring if they started off pained as long as they ended up orgasmic.
“I didn’t feel human when I was sick. Really sick. I was just this ball of fear and panic. I almost did something stupid. You’re not... You’re not going to hurt yourself, are you?”
She makes me more human by the second. She worries about me injuring myself, when to anyone else it would be clear that she’s the one in danger. “You inflict all of my wounds,” I whisper. “An arrow to my heart.”
“Romantic devil,” she laughs, and the arrows assail, driving into me.
She’s so kind to me—and she doesn’t realize that she is poisoning herself with every word.
“I’m not going to leave you now,” I hiss.
“Good. Too many people leave when you want them to stay.”
Tonight, I have the strength to pin her down, roll on top of her, and watch her eyes and lips widen in shock. Tentacles latch onto her calves and my hardness rubs against her belly as my tongue slides into her mouth.
If only she’d tell me to leave or remind me I’m a nightmare creature.
But Aggie only digs her fingers into my hair and reminds me what it’s like when someone else wants you. Touches you.
Loneliness and hate melt off of me, and I wish I could punish her for it.
“You belong to me now. Doesn’t that frighten you?” I try.
“Do you belong to me, too?” she asks.
Fucking Bodaceia. Warrior queen. Fearless of everything but what’s in her own head.“All my legions bow before you,” I answer, words dragged out unwillingly.
“Does that mean yes?”
My grip loosens as hers grows more desperate. “Yes.”
