But it’s too late. His lips are already upon mine.
His tongue dives into my mouth. “Delicious,” he rumbles deeply into me, grinding his body against mine. I start pushing at him, confused and overwhelmed, my mind warring to catch up with what is happening. One moment I was cleaning the circle, almost halfway done, and the next I’m being kissed by a demon merman!
Not kissed…
With his lips locked on mine, he has my mouth pried open to allow the sweep of his tongue inside. I heave with each breath, stifled and thrilled by his body. His tongue finds mine and lashes at it, licking it from every side as if trying to steal the taste from it. His groans fill my ears as his hands find my shoulders and grip them, holding them and pushing them down into the carpet.
Nothing is off limits to him, especially not… me.
The longer he explores my mouth, the harder it is for me to resist kissing back. My body is on fire, my muscles taut and quivering from adrenaline. I tentatively lick his tongue in response, tasting his rougher one with my own, but submissively, giving way when his tongue demands it. Sepher moans and suckles at me, dragging me into and against him,devouring what he can take from inside of me, all while worshiping with every swipe of his tongue.
Drawing my tongue into his mouth, he sucks on it simultaneously, and I gasp and hitch, my body arching under him from the barrage of sensations. His cock rests heavily on my belly. At first I didn’t notice it, lost in his tenacious kissing, until it shifted against me, stiffly pronounced and unmistakable.
But he doesn’t try to grind closer. He touches me nowhere else with his hands or his tentacles, keeping them still where they’re wrapped around my shoulders and arms. Besides his body pressing over mine, he’s not attempting to take something I haven’t—accidentally—offered. He doesn’t even try, content with exploring my mouth, face, and neck to the fullest. When he jabs his tongue down my throat and I gag, he gentles his approach until even his lips soften on me, becoming almost… tender.
Gasping in another breath, I completely submit to him.
I lick and taste him back, understanding that he’ll let me do nothing else until he’s satisfied. He has me—again—at his whim, and if he wanted to, he could kill me in an instant. Fortunately for me, I have his promise. And I don’t think he wants to hurt or kill me. He’s made no attempt to do so despite having multiple chances.
I try not to dwell on it, encouraged as his mouth gentles. Moving under him, my kiss grows, slowly taking over his overtly possessive one with one built in fantasy and desperation.
Kiss me, don’t kill me.
Sepher draws back and gazes at me, and I nearly cry out in frustration. “I have heard a thousand times how delicious humans are, but until now, I never believed it.” He slides back further, releasing his tentacles from around my arms, and as he starts to shift away from me, his large cock slides from my belly to my open thighs.
We both freeze at the same time.
Heavier than it has any right being, his prick, hard and smooth, comes to rest amongst the gathered folds of my mother’s dress. I stare down the lines of my own body, amazed at the jolt of excitement I feel. Oily black against the dark blue cotton, his length encompasses the width of my thigh, his black sack partially pressed against the bare side of my leg.
My insides twist as my core does a somersault. I jerk my legs out from under him and scramble to my feet, turning to rush out of the circle, but his tentacles grab me again and haul me back. Spinning me back around, he drags me to my knees but thankfully doesn’t pull me into his chest and under him this time.
“Why am I reacting to you this way? Have you cast a spell on me? Is it the lemon?” he growls into my face.
“No,” I blurt out, and then say again louder. “No! I didn’t cast or do anything to you. I don’t know why you’re reacting this way, but you can’t just pull me under you like that every time and kiss me!”
His eyes narrow. “Is that what that was? A kiss?”
“No…” I tear my arm from one of his tentacles. “That was something else that turned into a kiss.”
His eyes narrow further and for a moment, the icy green of his pupils catches me in their mesmerizing trap.
I glance at his horns then back down to his eyes, wondering if that’s how he lures his prey. In the darkness, brought forth by the verdant gleam in his eyes…
“I want to drink from you, but I want more. What more I want… I am not yet certain.”
“Stop,” I say, afraid of what he might try and bargain for next. I already made the mistake of offering my…water.
He rises, and without being allowed to free my other arm from him, I struggle in his grip, reminded suddenly that the tentacles holding me in place grow out from around hiscock.
“Do not assume to tell me to stop,” he growls. “I am a demon and?—”
“Merman,” I interrupt.
He growls again. “A demon merman who takes commands from only one, and you are not him.”
“So then tell me what you want so I can tell you no! Because we’re not making another deal.” I twist harder to fight off his grasp, but he doesn’t budge, and I realize abruptly that we're grappling on white carpet. He’s in the area that’s been steamed twice over.
I’ve made a grave error. Why isn’t he leaving if he can leave what remains of the circle? My breath catches.
