My senses are rapidly reaching overload. “What are you doing to me?” I moan.
“Don’t you like it?” The squeezing ramps up, and now caressing, sweeping tentacles pull against my bottom, too, cupping and shifting me. I’m his marionette, his plaything, and the game is making me come without touching the place I want him most.
“Why? Don’t you like it?” he asks, the cocky smirk firmly in place now.
“I do, but...”
“I’m glad you don’t lie to me, Agatha. I can tell when you like something. You always smell sweet to me, like honey and roses. So thick and cloying that it nearly suffocates me.” As he speaks, his hand strokes down my throat, and he pushes himself up, using me as leverage.
This shouldn’t be so hot, but it is. Doesn’t help that he’s like a Greek god—at least from the waist up. Maybe a mythological monster from the waist down...
“The more I pleasure you, the stronger that sweet fragrance becomes. Do you drip honey? Nectar? Is that what I feel on my cock?” One thick tentacle that feels different from the rest rubs a circle against my labia and presses against my wetness as he asks questions I don’t know the answers to.
Honey and roses? Not ingredients in my body wash. “You’re imagining it?” I ask lamely.
“Human noses are just weak,” he scoffs, and all of his appendages stop touching me for a moment.
I cry out at the loss, but Lucius is just backing up—no, rearing up, some demonic-looking thing of dancing black shadows under a gray and white body, stone made flesh.
Shit, no monster should look so hot that you’re on the verge of begging to touch him.
“Come back!”
Screw the verge. Sailed right over it.
“Testing my theory, Aggie. Is that honey or the nectar of roses you’re hiding from me? You should know that you can’t hide anything from me. I want all of you.” Lucius laughs, surging up like he’s on the crest of a wave, then crashing back down, black ropes ensnaring me, bending me double as I gasp.
My thighs are parted and pushed back, bound to my chest with those kissing, stroking, lashing tentacles. Hands part my pussy, and Lucius’ head bows and dives in, demanding tongue taking every drop.
I can’t breathe. Can’t tell him no one ever did this with me. His tongue takes away my protests, and his shadowy friends bring on my cries of approval.
I HAVE HER WHERE Iwant her, all vulnerable and exposed, leaking for me. My hands part her puffy pink lips and my eager tentacles surge up, lengthening and thinning so they can flicker around her entrance while I suck her clit. Then, I delve in, tongue corkscrewing around inside of her as she cries out in pleasure, and the tentacles flick across her prominent bead.
“Such a juicy piece of fruit,” I sigh, biting down softly, drawing out her squeaks and moans, feeling her buck and flail against my face. “And this is how I want you to look—wrapped thoroughly in my embrace. No part of you hidden from me,” I murmur, tongue more tender now, licking and lapping slowly. “I can tell you like this. The question is, can I do a good enough job to make you reach your peak? Or will you want me inside of you?”
“Inside. Inside either way,” she begs. Her hands are free, and she reaches for me, grabbing me and reminding me how powerful she is. With just one weak mortal hand, she can tame or retrain a dangerous creature like me. She doesn’t need thick coils of muscles or mystical powers. Just a short cry from her lips and the touch of her hand can steer me like a ship. I don’t think she knows it.
I don’t know if I should tell her.
Yet.
I bury my face against her again, lapping, licking, the first taste I’ve had of a woman in so long. Even then, I never dared indulge myself so thoroughly, but being inhuman erases so many silly mortal fears about right and wrong. As I suck greedily on her clitoris, I send a shadowy tentacle slipping into the tight little opening between her cheeks, listening to her startled gulp become a long, slow moan as I turn from shadow to solid while filling her.
“Lucius, I never—”
“Nor have I. In this form, I’m a virgin, and you’re my first. In this form, I’m imposing and powerful, but all you have to do is whisper a request, and I yield. Empress,” I lick my way up past her curls, over her navel, and to the soft, full hills of her breast, sucking greedily when I land.
“What? I’m not powerful. I’m so weak, and everyone’s been telling me I can’t do this alone, I have to—”
“Romans do nothing alone. We move in legions, we conquer together, not separately. But we follow one voice of command. If you were in my time, Agatha, you would be that voice—and I would be your legion.”
“I WANT YOU INSIDE OFme. And I want you to stay inside of me until I come,” I command.
“Yes, my liege. My love,” he purrs, eyes glowing with eagerness.
Lucius kneels between my parted thighs and runs loving fingers across the pussy he just plundered, withdrawing slowly from where filled me, leaving me tingling with new sensations.
I can finally see what I was rocking against the other night—a fat, thick rod of purplish black, almost a lavender at the arrow-like tip. Lucius fists it slowly, and his hand fits around it snugly.
