Ursuline withdrew from me, and disappointment swept over me in a fierce wave. That ache would go unabated, doomed to fester inside me, growing more agonizing by the day. I opened my mouth, but before I could say anything, they slid over to the door—and closed it.
They flipped the lock, the sound echoing through the room.
My heart lodged in my throat.
They leveled a voracious look in my direction. “I’ve tried,” they admitted, their voice hoarse, wrecked. “I’ve tried to avoid you, to stay away, because I know you’re betrothed to Arielle.” Their gaze burned into me, setting me aflame. “But I can’t any longer. I’ll make you mine, until you’re screaming my name, until you can’t feel your legs.
“Even if it’s only for tonight.”
Chapter 15
Ursuline had always felt like safety to me, but when they fixed their gaze on me, a thrill rippled up my spine. The intensity in their eyes screamed danger for my heart, yet they’d won my trust through my time here, and even though they approached me slowly, as if I might get spooked, I held strong.
I wanted to be here with them tonight.
“Strip for me,” they said, undeniable command in their tone. It sent a shiver through me. While I wasn’t a hookup type, boyfriends and girlfriends were fleeting in this society. I’d fucked and been fucked by men and women before, but I’d never been with a monster. Despite what my parents tried to convince me of about monsterkind, out of everyone I’d been with, I’d never felt safer than with Ursuline.
I tugged my loose linen shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor. Ursuline stopped in front of me, a mere foot away.
The tip of their tentacle traced down my bare chest, slow and deliberate. A shudder racked my body, and then they teased the tip near my nipple. The slightest brush and a flare of pure lust rushed through me. They wrapped their tentacle around mynipple and gave a light tug. A gasp escaped me, and my cock strained with how hard I was.
“You’re so responsive, sunshine,” Ursuline purred as they continued to tug at my nipple. Each time, sparks flew through me. Another tentacle slithered up my other side and wrapped around that nipple. Holy fuck. Those sparks intensified, and my cock leaked pre-cum, enough to leave a stain. They tugged both at the same time, and electric pleasure coursed through me. A long, low moan escaped me. Their tentacles were soft and smooth, and the thickness wrapped around my nipples sent a shiver down my spine. They stood mere inches from me, their darkly sweet scent caressing me. They were a contrast of sharp angles and curves, from their broad shoulders to their sharp jaw to the curve of their hips and the undulating tentacles below.
I never believed I’d get this close, but I would savor every second I got with them.
They tugged at my nipples again, and I balled my hands into fists to keep in place. I’d never realized how sensitive they were, but the suction around them, the gentle tugs of their tentacles, vaulted me into euphoria.
“And how do you like being taken?” they asked, their voice deliberate, sinuous. Another of their tentacles slipped through my legs, and they brushed it right between my cheeks. Heat flooded through me fast and fierce.
“There,” I gasped out. “Oh gods, there.” Their tentacles wrapped around my nipples, another one gliding up and down my crack, and sweat broke out on my temple. My breaths came in ragged. They could overload me, make me forget that anything else existed but them. This close, I could see slight slits along the sides of their throat—gills? The urge to run my fingers along them struck me, but I could barely do anything but moan with the way they teased me right now. The wicked arch of their brows, the teasing smile on their lips vaulted me even higher.
“You’re a bit overdressed for that,” they said, gliding their tentacle between my cheeks again. The fabric of my pants and boxer briefs separated us, and I hated it. I wanted to be bare for them, stripped down at their mercy.
I fumbled for the button of my pants, and they gave my nipples another tug. A shudder racked through me, halting my progress as I paused on the zipper. Fuck, how was I supposed to pay attention? The pure electricity percolating through me was unreal, something I’d never felt with anyone I’d been with before. I managed to shunt the zipper down, and then I grabbed my waistband and shoved both my pants and my boxer briefs to the floor in one go. Ursuline drew their fingertip along the center of my chest, down, down, down until they reached the soft curls at the base of my cock.
My whole body trembled as I kicked my shoes, my pants, and my underwear off. I was in the middle of nudging at my socks when they glided their tentacle back between my cheeks. The slight suction of the tentacles against my skin sent a violent burst of pleasure through me. My hole ached, to be filled, to be fucked, to be stretched open. I stumbled a little but managed to divest myself of every scrap of clothing.
Completely bare in the middle of the music room, I should’ve felt exposed. However, with the way Ursuline surrounded me, their tentacles around my hard nipples, sliding against my hole, and their fingertip trailing up and down my chest, I incinerated. The sensations threatened to overwhelm me in the best way. My knees trembled. I wouldn’t be able to keep myself upright for long.
Would they fuck me with a cock? With a tentacle? I wasn’t sure of their anatomy at all. I just wanted anything Ursuline was willing to offer.
“You’re thinking too much, sunshine,” they teased, the wry note in their tone undeniably sexy. “You want to get taken by me?”
“Desperately,” I gasped out.
“In every hole?” they asked.
Lust roared through me fast and fierce, and I bobbed my head.
“Words,” they said. “I need your words.”
“Yes, please,” I begged again and thrust my ass back, as if I could somehow get their tentacle inside me. My cheeks heated at the shamelessness of it, but I didn’t care. My whole body hummed with awareness, with a need desperate for satiation.
“Bend over on the bench,” they said, drawing their tentacles away from me. “Expose that pretty hole for me.”
Their dirty talk set me aflame, and I reached down to stroke my cock, the pulse of lust hitting me fast and fierce. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted someone to command me like this, to tell me what to do every step of the way. To take me over and let me embrace blissful oblivion, even if only for a few moments.
My nipples were hardened nubs from the attention, distracting me as I walked over to the piano bench. I placed my palms flat on the surface and followed instructions, bending over and spreading my legs until the air from the room hit my exposed hole. Ursuline’s stare burned into me the entire time. Maybe I slowed my movements a little more due to that attention. Maybe I thrust my ass out a little farther because of it too.
