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He’s fucking his cum into me.
“You stretch so pretty for me, little mate.” He’s all monster. There’s no hint of the man behind that voice. “Is this where you’re hurting?”
I grunt. Choke. Whimper. I couldn’t speak even if there was a gun to my head. He might have given me power over him, but in this moment, I’m completely and utterly powerless to my own whims.
“Perfect.” Ordus sucks my clit harder, and I thrash against him, clawing at his arms, bucking against his limbs. It’s pure ecstasy.
I’m not sure what happens, but my breasts fall victim to the cool cavern air and my top is on the ground right before a long, pointed tongue laves at the hard bud. “My sweet mate,” he purrs. I scream when his sharp teeth prick my nipple, and he does it again and again, alternating between licking and threatening me with his teeth.
Nothing about what he’s doing is rough. There isn’t an ounce of hurt or an inkling of incoming pain. Still, he isn’t treating me like I’m breakable. He’s looking at me like I’m the Goddess he spends his life praying to, and he’s on his knees appeasing me, worshipping my flesh and tasting me like I’m his first and last meal.
I lose all sense of composure when a sucker wraps around me and—dear fucking
God.
Ordus’ pleased chuckle splashes my desire with fury that fizzles away when his tentacle eases into me, stretching me out until it stings.
“Is this what you wanted to hear? My voice?” He pulls out, keeping his tentacle an inch away from my entrance. My muscles spasm angrily at the loss. “It’s only fair I hear yours too.”
“Ordus.” It’s my turn to sound animalistic.
“That’s it, little human. Louder.”
He smiles a full, sadistic smile, plunging back into me in a single swoop. I scream, fisting his hair, then snarling in frustration when he deprives me of his appendage.
“Again,” he demands. He thrusts back into me, tentacles curling around my limbs to keep me in place, like he might die if I left.
I cry out, arching my back to take more of him. I’m not quite sure what goes through my head at that moment, but I slam my lips against his, and everything stops. He doesn’t move, doesn’t dare breathe.
Shame washes over me. I misread this.
Kissing is too much. I shouldn’t have. This probably means something else to him, and I?—
Ordus grabs the base of my neck and kisses me back as if his life depends on it. It’s unpracticed and unsure, but he follows my lead, moving with me. He tests out each nibble the way I do, sliding against my lips, tasting each other as he resumes thrusting into me and sucking my clit.
“Do you want to leave?” he breathes, expression tight. “Do you want to go back to the mainland, Cindi?”
His question hits me with a wave of clarity. It disperses the lusty haze and brings me back to reality. Do I want to leave this safe haven and never return?
Is he really asking me that? Is it a real offer?
My answer should be a confident, immediate yes, but I hesitate. The few-second delay it takes me to nod my head speaks volumes. That I never use my voice is even louder.
I need to go back. Have to. There’s no other option. I’m meant to agree. I don’t belong here, and I don’t want to stay here for the rest of my life. I’m feeling the oncoming of stir-craziness after a month. What will I be like in a couple more weeks?
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 truly hopeful.
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.”
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