“Every opening you possess, but I’ll start with that sweet mouth.”
I bow my head and slide my tongue across the end. He’s soft and silky at the tip, but the texture of his skin is dense yet malleable. I’m tempted to bite down and feel it give, but I don’t, instead reveling in the sounds he makes as I suck him into my mouth and cry out when he continues to grow, pressing against the back of my throat.
My pussy immediately floods, the same way it does when Lucius’ hand locks around my throat.
“Good girl. You like that sensation of slipping away safely, not into that long slumber, just a little break from breathing. A place where someone else has the control. All great queens need that respite, empress.”
I moan. He’s right. I tried to do too much, and I crashed, almost died. I looked for ways to control so many things, to control every symptom and fear to stay “well,” that I wasn’t aware how fragile I was becoming. All that’s different now, and I love my life. Love the way Lucius reminds me that he’s in control—just for a second.
The cock surges forward and blocks my airway for a second, but I don’t fight it. I’m too busy squirming as another slippery black tentacle flicks between my legs. It parts my wet folds and finds my entrance as his cock starts to pump in and out of my mouth. “How?” I ask when I squeeze his thigh, signaling I want a pause.
“I’m nice and stretchy—and so are you,” he purrs, sending a second tentacle inside of me, making me draw my knees up at the sudden strain.
“Oh! Oh, that’s too much,” I warn.
“No, it isn’t. You want all of me in you. I think so many wish for things they can’t have—but my empress can have it all. A devoted legion, willing to serve,” Lucius doesn’t budge, and his tentacles take turns pistoning inside of me, pushing up and pulling out but never fully leaving my straining pussy, spread and stretched around him. “Shall I add a third?”
“No!” I whimper. “N-not today,” I lick my lips and try to control the quiver in my voice.
“Then perhaps another day? Or another hole?”
Slippery tips circle my anus, teasing the opening, flirting with penetration. “Lucius!”
I don’t get a chance to speak. “Let me handle things for a moment, Aggie,” he whispers with a wink.
Let him fuck me in every hole, limp across my bed like a ragdoll, every erogenous zone being pleasured and pressured?
Why not?
HER STEPFATHER CALLEDher such vile things. Slut. Whore. He was an impotent little worm, jealous because he never had the forbidden fruit. I know what Aggie is. She is adventurous and needy, so ready to give and receive love.
Her body is my plaything for a torrid half hour, filling each of her holes, separately and at once, feeling her buck and scream her orgasm around my cock and tentacles, watching her posed and pulled as she went boneless after her peak.
Her sweet little slit is swollen and puffy now, all the meat of her pussy visible when I part her folds. Her tight opening grips my finger as I lick her clit and watch my silvery essence dribble out, a single creamy trickle that can barely fit through the tight pink walls clamped together.
“You loved that, didn’t you?” I ask, kissing her hand.
“So good.”
“You know I love you, don’t you?”
The passion pauses, and she smiles, the dearest, tenderest smile. “I know.”
“And you’re quite a lot like me. You know that, too?”
“It’s why I love you back,” she reassures me.
“Then it’s my turn to be the plaything,” I laugh, pulling her tired body astride mine.
“Honey, I’m so achy!”
“And so tight. I’ll make you come again and again. And again.” I add an extra orgasm for good measure, kissing my way up her wrist.
“You’re very irresistible.” Her thighs wrap around my hips, and she rubs her heat to my half-erect member. “But this won’t do the job.” She roughly grabs my cock in both hands and begins to pump it, earning an instant groan of pleasure.
“You have such wicked desires, Agatha. I can tell.” It’s a compliment.
By the way Agatha smiles, I know she understands that.
