The lines of Ordus’ face soften at my hesitance. He exhales like a boulder has just been lifted from his shoulder, and in its place, an emotion cripples me: hope.
For the first time in weeks, he looks trulyhopeful.
Guilt and dread suffocate me, but I can’t do a damn thing about it when he eases out of me, notching another tentacle at my entrance.
My pulse roars. “What?—”
“Every tentacle I fit in your sex is another hour I will allow you to spend on the mainland.”
Wait. Does he really?—
“One.” He slides a single tentacle in.
Frustration claws at me, question forgotten. I need more. Deeper. God—fuck. It’s not enough. He needs to move.
My mouth falls open on a moan when another appendage slides into me. The stretch is almost too much. He slips in slowly to allow me to adjust to the mind-altering fullness. My pussy stretches around him, taking sucker after sucker. I swear, I can feel him in the back of my throat.
“Two,” he rasps, eyes heavy and glazed over.
Ordus is breathing harder than I am. His breeding arm is off to the side somewhere, but I can still feel his cum dripping down the inside of my thighs.
Two. Two hours on the mainland.
I could accomplish so much with two hours. I can’t think of what right now, but I’m certain I can do something.
A string of curses flies past my lips when he pumps into me, slowly, so agonizingly slowly. His suckers catch on my clit with each pass, pulsing and warming, making me relaxed and wilder at the same time. My vision darkens as bright spurts of white flash behind my eyes.
I don’t know what’s up or down, left or right. I can barely breathe with how—I can’t even describe it. Out of this world. Extraordinary. I’m at the gates of both heaven and hell, and I have no idea whether I’m going to ascend or perish.
My climax hits me, and I don’t know how I react. I think I scream Ordus’ name. I think I slap him. His arms might be bleeding from my nails.
But he doesn’t let up.
He keeps going, and I think he might kill me from it.
Nothing coming out of my mouth is coherent, not a single thought comprehensible. The only thing I manage to register beyond the pure pleasure in my core is his guttural, “Three.”
I’m screaming, sobbing, moaning until I can’t make a sound because I’ve become blackout delirious. When did he put a third one in?
Tears spring from my eyes. I’m trembling. Bucking. Crying for him to stop and keep going. Another orgasm is coming, I can feel it. It’s going to take me out.
Ordus leans down, his long, blue tongue sliding over my cheek to capture my tears. His purrs grow impossibly loud. “Is that all you can take, mate? Three?” His eyes shine with curiosity. “How badly do you want to go to the mainland?” He tips his head to the side, studying me as another tentacle wraps around my leg, up to my core. “A fourth?”
I shake my head. “I can’t—I—It won’t fit.”
The pointed tip prods at my back entrance. “Hmm,” he muses, pushing in slowly. “Here?”
No.
No, no.
Fuck.
I don’t think I can hold it back. My climax is chasing me, coming stronger than ever before. I’m falling, and I know eight limbs will catch me. I’m so far from being in control right now, but at the same time, I have it in my grasp.
I want this. I want to orgasm around this monster’s tentacle, and I want to scream because I fucking deserve it.
I walked through hell. I have the burns to prove it. I want to feel free from everything for one fucking minute. I want to let go.
