Page 38 of The Thren's Fated

The warm air buzzed with electricity as Screl moved his tongues up her neck and past her jaw. Lena moaned again as he licked along her soft lips, tracing through the wet slit of her mouth before pushing his way in.

He tasted bittersweet, with a hint of salt, running rough circles around her tongue with his own. Tentacles twirled around her breasts, squeezing them firmly and eliciting more mewling cries from her desperate mouth.

She needed him beyond reason, beyond all sense, an all-consuming urgency that made her wild with desire. Her body craved him, wanted more, wanted him to enshroud her so fully she would never be alone again.

Lena moved her hands to his shoulders, pulling him closer, needing the sensation of his body against hers. He pressed his thigh between her legs, and she bucked against him, his tentacles still caressing her hair and body, his tongues dancing with her own inside her mouth.

It felt like an eternity and a second at the same time, her body mindlessly grinding against him, reveling in the bliss of his touch.

When he pulled away, she mourned his absence, though she didn’t have to worry for long. He glided his tentacles down her body, across her breasts and stomach, until he reached her lower belly. His powerful arms gripped her thighs roughly, spreading them wide.

Screl’s body was shaking as he brought his face close to her center, her cunt already dripping. Two tongues stretched from his mouth, licking along her folds and making her jump, though he held her in place, not letting her squirm out of his grasp.

“Mine,” he whispered against her cunt, before sliding one of the tongues through her slit, tasting her arousal.

His pupils dilated, his body trembling like he was barely in control, the thought sending another sinful jolt of need through her.

Two tongues were God’s gift to cunnilingus, Lena’s entire body electrified as one circled her clit deftly while the other traced her seam. She gripped her fingers into the sheets, gritting her teeth as the sensation of ecstasy washed over her, warming her core and tightening her muscles.

Screl made fast work of her like a true maestro, one of his long tongues actually fucking her until she clenched around it, rocking her hips against his face.

“Don’t stop,” she muttered, her head swimming and her legs shaking, so close to the edge.

So close.

With an explosion of light, Lena shattered, her orgasm ripping apart her flesh and making her whole once more. Screl didn’t let up, working her from inside and out until she was no more than a puddle, all of her muscles liquified as she slumped on the bed.

When he pulled away, his gaze was feral, his pupils so dilated she could barely see the blue of his eyes.

“Screl,” she muttered, trying to scramble back, trying to make her limbs cooperate after the lazy bliss of release, but he grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her stomach in one swift motion.

“Screl!” she cried, but he didn’t answer, just hiked her ass into the air and cloaked her with his form.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you, because I need you to scream for me. I need this entire ship to know you belong to me, and me alone.”

Lena tensed as Screl’s tentacles spiraled around her thighs, spreading her wide, two more yanking her arms behind her like rubbery restraints.

“Please,” she gasped before she could stop herself. “Please fuck me. Please, I need you.”

Arousal burned through her, a desperation to be filled, to be whole, to be connected in a way she never had before.

“You want me to ravish you, to defile you, to brutalize you. You want everyone to know who you belong to,” he whispered, sliding something through her slick entrance.

Something larger than the tip of a tentacle.

He was reading her so thoroughly, she wondered if he could see inside her mind.

“Tell me the truth,” he said again, his voice breathless. “Tell me who you belong to.”

She pressed her cheek into the mattress, trying not to pass out as haziness clouded her vision. Her legs trembled with need, with eagerness, and she wanted him inside her, wanted him to fuck her until every thought left her mind.

“I belong to you. I’m yours,” she said, her voice hushed as anticipation settled throughout the room like a dense fog.

Her heart was about to beat straight out of her chest when he finally pushed in, and there was only a moment of resistance before her pussy gave way to him. It was bigger than anything she had ever felt, but she relished the stretch, her muscles gripping him like a vice as he opened her up.

“Oh, Lena,” he groaned, the deep grumble of his voice sending a shudder up her spine.

God, it was so good, his tentacles holding her down so her squirming was fruitless, his cock splitting her in two. Pure rapture enveloped her as he started thrusting, slowly at first, too slowly, tears spilling down her cheeks and wetting the sheets beneath her.