His armor dissolved into the torque, his hot, naked skin against mine, slick and wet. He walked out of the pool and laid me down on the smooth, wet stone at the water’s edge. He broke away from the kiss and leaned back, grabbing me around my knees and slowly pulled my legs apart. He growled at the torn black pants covering my sex and used his tentacles to hook the waistband and peel them off of me. His hands pulled the banded cloth from around my breasts and over my head. He tossed it aside and pulled my legs open again. He stared at my bared pussy, eyes narrow slits, bioluminescence glowing bright. I moaned and lifted my hips in offering.
“Ohem, touch me!” I was desperate at this point and he was only staring at me.
His quiet chuckle shot through me like a bolt of lightning. “Giving orders Rijitera? I think not.”
Oh god.
I writhed in his grasp, but he waited like a patient hunter.
“Please! Please, Ohem,” I said, half sobbing, half growling at him.
“You beg so prettily, Rijitera,” he said, sweeping his hand down my stomach in a whispered caress. “Again.”
“Ohem! Please!”
I didn’t know who this submissive creature was. Didn’t recognize the mewling, needy voice that had spoken. I loved her, whoever she was. Her pleading worked.
The first rough rasp of his tongue through my labia had me shrieking, my hands reaching for his horns to drag him closer so I could grind my wet core into his face. He snarled and gripped the top of my thighs, pulling me harder against him, licking and spearing his tongue into me, fucking me with it, twirling it around my clit before thrusting it back inside me. My inner walls clenched around his tongue, trying to keep him inside, but he pulled it out of me and I moaned at the loss, only to gasp when it wrapped around my clit and rolled it.
So it was dexterous. Good to know.
Something large nudged my opening. It pressed into me and opened like fingers from a fist. I groaned at the sensation and looked down at Ohem between my legs. It was his tentacle. He was using his tentacle to fuck me.
There was a God!
He thrust it hard into me, opening the fingers and scraping them against my walls on the downstroke, closing them to thrust forward again. Over and over. His tongue still working my clit.
The orgasm barreled towards me like a freight train, the power of it building higher and higher with every thrust of his tentacle inside me.
“Yes! Harder, Ohem. Don’t stop!” I was giving commands, but Ohem didn’t stop to chastise me. He drove his tentacle harder into me, flattened his rough tongue over my clit, and growled loudly. The vibrations thundered through my sex and the storm hit me.
Liquid fire spread from my core, engulfing me,consumingme. Burning pleasure erupted inside me. I wailed, back bowing, grinding my pussy into his face.
And I had worried about him eating me.
Ohem let me ride it out for a few seconds before he tugged his horns from my grasp and his tentacle from inside me. I was sputtering in protest when he jerked upright, wrapped his hands around my hips, and thrust his cock inside me while pulling me into the thrust, forcing his cock through the spasming walls and forcing another orgasm from me before the first one had ended. Our hips met with a slap, the burn from his invasion adding pleasure/pain to my release.
He grunted and pulled almost completely out before brutally thrusting back inside. I screamed and thrashed, half trying to get away, half trying to meet his thrust by raising my hips, but his hands held me firm, controlling my movements. He snarled viciously, his tentacle snapping out and wrapping around my wrists to pin my arms above my head with bruising force. He thrusted again and again, plunging deeper and deeper in a steady, punishing rhythm. Hammering into me without mercy. He was huge above me, a black nightmare between my legs, teeth bared and eyes blazing.
“Come for me, Rijitera. Scream for me again,” he growled out between clenched teeth.
The orgasm took me violently. Pleasure whited out my vision. My body pulled taut like a bowstring pushed to its limit, a scream tearing out of my throat.
Ohem thrusts became harder and erratic. I felt his cock swell impossibly larger, and he pressed hard inside me, grinding our pelvises together, and roared. His seed coated the walls of my spasming pussy, scalding hot inside me. It fed my release to the point of losing consciousness, and my instinct flared into overdrive.
Pure aggression flooded my system, a need to complete the bond so primal that the strength Ohem has sapped in his relentless fucking came roaring back, and I threw myself forwards, wrenching my wrist from his grasp, my claws digging into his chest to pull him down to me, and I sunk my fangs into the hard muscle between neck and shoulder, right under the torque.
His blood flooded into my mouth, hot and sweet. He roared again, another hot spurt of his come inside me. His hand came up to cup the back of my head, pressing my face harder into him. I snarled into the bite and came again, my legs wrapping around his waist, holding him inside me. The force of my orgasm made my bite savage and deep. We stayed locked like this, riding out our pleasure until it gradually faded, leaving me dazed and drained.
My muscles were weak and shaking when I let my legs go limp, falling from his waist to rest over his thighs. I retracted my claws from his chest, unlocked my jaw and licked the wound of my mating mark. Ohem shuddered against me, his hand still cradling my head. He curled around me, his other arm snaking around my waist to hold me, his tentacles hooking under my knees to pull my legs tighter around him.
I finished cleaning the mark and sighed. I rested my cheek on his chest and closed my eyes. Ohem shifted and stood, keeping me pressed into him, his cock still firmly lodged inside me. He walked over to the wall and slid down it to sit with his back against it.
“Rest, Jack,” he murmured into my hair. And I did just that.
Low voices wake me.
I was pleasantly warm. The smooth skin against my naked body was like silk, slick and soft, and I snuggled harder into Ohem. He was no longer inside me, but pressed between us, a hot, hard bar digging into the muscles of my stomach. We’d mated twice more before I fell asleep for real, and I was empty without him inside. I pressed harder into him, grinding myself into his erection, and he chuckled quietly, the sound mostly trapped inside his throat and vibrating in his chest.
