His mouth drops onto me and his hands slide around to cup my backside, squeezing hard as he spears his tongue deep inside me simultaneously. My feet flail as fireworks fly behind my eyes. I scream from the sudden invasion, the rough spike of his tongue igniting me with pleasure. He palms me open as his mouth increases the pressure, his lips sealing down around my entrance. Constricting around the probing, thrusting, rod of his tongue, I feel all four of the ends of his tentacles sliding across my skin.
Fucking me hard with his tongue, Sepher laps my inner walls, grunting, using his lips to lightly suck. As he drills into me, two of his tentacles coil further around my legs and over my knees while the other two slide down my chest to slip in between. The ends of the first two reach my feet and constrict around them, but the other pair start to probe and glide over my backside and clitoris, and I shudder all over, overwhelmed by the myriad of sensations.
Shaking, I grasp onto the edge of the bathtub as my core clenches harder and faster. Zinging, electrifying sensations buzz through me, and I lightly seize, my nails bending against the wall of the tub as my body grips and goes rigid. My head is fuzzy with pleasure, his tongue, fingers, and tentacles caressing every nerve-rich part at the same time.
I quiver, submitting to it. If anything, Sepher’s hold on me tightens.
Pushing deep, he heavily licks the rough wall of my most sensitive spot. A scream tears out of my throat the second his tongue thrusts hard against it. “Sepher!” I cry out. Light burstsfrom beneath and above me, exploding outward with the scent of smoke and fire. Pleasure cascades in riotous explosions as my legs kick out and drop back down, bending over his shoulders. Straining, I pull myself out of the tub and onto his face, rolling my hips harder into him as everything trembles.
He jerks in reaction, his eyes rolling back in his head. Grabbing his horns, I scream once more as the ecstasy continues to build and break in waves, my body surging with uncanny power.
All at once, he vanishes and I crash to the floor. White light bursts behind my eyes and then—nothing.
Chapter 11
A Gray Sunset
Grace
Muscles still shaking from such an intense release, I groan as I rise to look around. “Sepher?”
I shift onto my hands and knees and peek out the door and into the bedroom.
Empty.
“Sepher?” I call out louder and slowly get to my feet. Snatching the sodden, wrinkled dress off the floor, I shake it out as I turn around, eyeing every corner once more. “Sepher?” I say his name more softly.
He’s gone.
Rubbing my head with my palm, my shoulders sink, staring at the place he had been.
With a quiet sigh, I pull the ruined dress over my shoulders, and straighten it over my breasts, already missing my undergarments. By the time I’m done, the bathroom is still empty and Sepher hasn’t returned.
The room has gotten too quiet for my comfort, my mood growing more wistful by the second.
I refold the towels, drain the tub, and straighten out the decor.
After one final, thorough check, I lock up the house and head out to the dock with my new book in hand. Setting it on one of the deck chairs alongside my sandals, clothes, and keys, I walk down the remaining steps and out onto the water. The sky has grown dark since I was last outside, the clouds choosing to fill in the gaps rather than dissipating like they usually would. There isn’t going to be a gorgeous sunset tonight.
The breeze is a little colder over the lake and I curl my arms around my middle as I sit down at the end of the dock. Resting my elbows on my knees and dipping my feet into the water, I lean over, searching the shadowy bottom for fish. After a moment, I give up. All I can see are small choppy waves and darkness.
He’s gone.
I don’t think he’s coming back.
Why would he?
I sway my feet in the chilly water, relaxing into the beauty and familiarity of Cobbin Lake right before sunset, even a gloomy one. With clouds blocking the sun, a golden gray has taken over the water’s surface all the way out to the far shore and the houses there. I kick my foot, sending a small spray of water outward.
Did I kill him?
I finally let myselfthinkthe thought I’ve been dreading.
I nearly killed Zack’s father all those years ago.
But then again, he said demons can’t be killed. I don’t believe I killed him. At least I hope I didn’t. I pray I didn’t evenhurthim.
I did warn him.
