I love the way she says my name. The way she screams it. Until her, it’d been centuries since it was last spoken aloud. Enticed by the way it sounds on her lips and the way they purse when shaping the syllables, my two lower tentacles furl around my stiff cock, bringing my attention back to the extreme pressure building there.
Pulling her body against me, delighting in the feel of her, I gaze at her fearful face and lust spikes my blood. She’s even more appealing with a thrill in her eyes. My tail thrashes in the water under me, cutting through it sharply, all of me eager for more of her.
My human keeps surprising me.Had I known the amount of untamed magical power she possessed, I would have held my own fervent exploration back until she could release safely and not wholly upon me.
She shocked me back to Hell.The little witch…
Fortunately, now that she’s here with me, I’ll have no place to be banished to when I get her to do it all over again.
And again… and again.
Her energy makes me feel more alive than I have in eras. Running one of my hands up her back, I cup her nape and hold her head to me, enjoying the way her breath heats my throat and her lips brush against it. I imagine her mouth open, taking my water and drinking my flavor off my flesh and scales, and my tail undulates in response, pushing my cock between her human legs and against her spread-open sex. Her slick gets all over me under the water and I practically hum with satisfaction.
She clutches me harder, jerking upward in my arms, digging her nails into my shoulders. Despite the fear and confusion plain on her face, redness returns to her cheeks. “Not here, in the middle of Hell,” she pleads, her eyes glistening down at me.
I smile softly… tauntingly. “So you do not deny it is going to happen. Good.” I reach up and pet the swoop of her long brown hair ponytail. Catching the elastic tie with my finger, I pull it out, relishing the way her hair falls around her shoulders. The silky ends land in the water to curl and float around its surface. I run my fingers up the back of her head, threading them into her hair and brushing it out to see more of it floating around her.
A dark halo. A crown befitting a wet queen.
She’s silent, having pulled her lower lip into her mouth, but her body is taut and straining. Gently, I lean her back and spread her hair out upon my water just to behold the way the dark brown strands sway and sink. I find myself enjoying gathering it and splaying it out all over again. A sensual game that excites me.
“You’re not concerned, being here, with me, in the middle of an… ocean? InHell?”she reiterates. The same question butasked in a more breathless manner now that she’s submitted to the slight push of my rigid erection against her opening.
She is growing less afraid the longer she is in my arms. Good.
“Nothing but a mere messenger would dare approach a Duke within their own domain. It would be suicide,” I tell her. Her grip on me remains hard, her nails beginning to puncture my flesh. Though she might commit the transgression of drawing my blood, I am unbothered. “Does this make you less afraid?” I ask, indicating behind her, trying to ease some of her fear and distrust.
She looks over her shoulder and pauses when her gaze lands on the hills of silty, silky dark sand I have summoned. Fields of sandbars span the distance, the dark waters of the ocean lapping lazy waves over and through the wet black plains. Now there are endless wet shores for her to lie her body down upon… and for me to pin her to with my own.
I swim her to the nearest one, and Grace slowly loosens her hold on me, pushing away to set her bare feet down on the sand. She tests it by taking several steps, moving a short distance from me but, wisely, not out of reach.
She looks back and scans my eyes with a slight frown but then nods. “You really live here?” Her voice sounds firmer; I can only surmise some of her fear has been replaced with curiosity.
“Yes.”
She pulls her gaze from me and glances around. My own drops down to her clinging wet dress and the skirt dripping around her glossy legs. I swallow the saliva in my mouth and lick my lips.
“It’s… not as frightening as I thought Hell would be.”
“You, little witch, are not here to be punished.” I smirk at her. “Unless… you would like to be. Though those who end up here are punished by the water, not me.”
Grace turns around, and her eyes dart briefly toward my cock under the water. Darker heat blooms across her cheeks in response, and her legs push closer together.
Suddenly all I want to do is tear them apart and slide my tongue between them once more.
My mouth dries, the saliva evaporating with need for something better, something tastier. The memory has haunted me since her fountain gushed all over my tongue, her human sheath clutching it like a cock. If I had it my way, she would already be clutching it again.
“Umm, I don’t want to be punished.” She starts to take another step away and I jerk forward, grabbing her hips with my hands.
“No, but we will finish what we started—and I will not be banished again by your body,” I warn, tightening my hold on her when she stiffens and makes a soft sound. “I’ll have you wrapped around my cock, relieving the aching pressure you’ve caused. There are consequences for actions, my sweet Grace, especially mistakes. You’ve made a lot of them recently.” My eyes drop to her middle, where I know her delectable pussy is hidden behind her dress.
Her body is tense under my grip, and she wraps her hands around my horns like handles. “Is that what happened earlier? I sent you back here?”
I tilt my head and arch an eyebrow. “What did you think happened?”
“I smelled smoke and static. It was bright, and my body seized as if electrocuted but it didn’t hurt…” She lets go and rubs her left brow with one hand. “Except when I fell. I thought I might have hurt you, or worse, but you were just… gone.”
“You sent me back to where I was when you broke my sigil and summoned me earlier, that was all. It took me time tofindyou.”
