Gradually, the newly moist fibers of the carpet become a lighter, pinker shade. She runs the machine over each section twice before moving on, until no color remains.
My lips part as a headiness overcomes me watching her skirt sway around her legs. My eyes trail up her body and the pressure inside of me returns, stronger than ever. My stomach tightens in reaction as heat blooms in my tail, behind my genitals. The heat and heaviness expand and pushes into my sack and cock, which then pushes against the pillow I’m hiding them behind.
A cool breeze rushes into the room from the wide-open windows, gusting her skirt forward and toward me. She glances up, making sure I’m still within the remaining red of the circle before proceeding to cleanse another section, unaware of the strange phenomenon unfolding within my body.
Hypnotized by her legs and what is happening, attuned entirely to these new sensations, I forget to move even when she stops the machine, takes the bucket out, and returns with a new one.
She pauses after slipping the bucket back into the machine. “Are you okay? You haven’t drunk your water.”
My eyes go to the cup that’s still in my hand. “You’re right,” I say, staring at it. “It’s not like me to forget…”
I lift my gaze back to her, wanting to catch it and keep it—hold it so she can’t look away—and the air grows hot and dry in my lungs.
The blush has returned to her cheeks, softer than before, but just as enticing. I wish she were still crying; I’d relish another drink of tears from her reddened cheeks.
Remembering what I asked for out of our deal, I lurch up and toss the water on her face and chest.
Wet.
I want her water.Needknots my stomach.
I want her wet.
I want it all off of her body.
Chapter 6
Wet, Wet, Wet
Grace
Cold, unpleasant liquid suddenly blasts my chest, arms, and face, making me flinch and gasp. “Why?!” I cry out.
Four thin tentacles wrap around my upper arms and yank me forward just as I begin to back away. I throw my palms out to stop my fall, but Sepher surges up and grabs my waist with his hands, catching me like I weigh nothing. Lifting me to where I’m partially suspended above him, he lowers me down, my feet slipping on his tail as he draws me close. He uses the strength of his tentacles to keep me from fighting him off, except for a small kick that makes me twist and knee his dick—neither of which stop him from pulling me deeper into his embrace.
My skirt rides up on my legs to my underwear, and I curse the decision to put on one of my mom’s dresses rather than stay in my wet clothes. Unable to reach it, I try not to bring attention to it instead, struggling as much as I can in his grip. “Let me go, you monster!”
He lays me out on the last patch of dry carpet in the circle, leaning over me, dropping part of his tail over my legs. “Oh, I will. When I’ve had my fill.”
I arch and strain, but his hands and tentacles keep me pinned. “This wasn’t the deal—you promised not to hurt me.”
“I’m not hurting you, am I? And this is very much part of the deal, little witch. You should listen more closely next time you make a bargain with one of my kind. Now I will indulge.”
My mind reels, trying to recall the exact words of our arrangement.The water, the company… until the circle is lifted, and he is free?—
“Your water, Grace. You agreed to your water,” he says as he levels his eyes with mine. I scowl, about to argue with him, when he drops down and opens his mouth.
I go still as his tongue comes out to lick my chin, sliding up my cheek next, catching the water he splashed on me. A hundred sensations seem to hit me at once—his weight, his scent, but mostly his tongue, inhumanly long and slightly rough, as it slips over my ear, down the side of my neck, and up and over to the top of my chest.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, frozen despite wanting to fight and flee at the same time. My toes curl tightly as my senses whirl.
His mouth pauses. He lifts his head, lips quirked at one side. “Isn’t it obvious? I am taking from you, as demons do. We latch on, and we take.” The other corner of his lips rises until he’s smiling devilishly down at me.
Dropping his head again, he tears his eyes from mine and wraps his mouth around the cloth covering my chest, bunching it up within the clench of his teeth. It jerks at me as he tugs with his mouth, biting down and sucking in all the water within it at the same time. I crane my neck to watch, stunned.
Threads snap and pop as he continues to bite and suck other portions of my clothing into his mouth. Otherwise, he’s gentle as he buries his face and mouth into my chest. My toes curl harder. I spread my legs under his tail, hoping to ease some of the weight, only to end up making it worse on my hips. Clutching me with his hands, Sepher continues to bunch the material, and sucks on it until every last drop is gone, forcing my chest and upper body back and forth with his greedy mouth and hands.
Finally, he rises to look at me, a hungry expression etched across his eyes. “I need more.” His gaze goes to my mouth and hones in. I immediately close it as he aims his own mouth for a kiss. “Wait!”
