Page 39 of The Thren's Fated

There was something else too, something gliding deliciously against her clit with each plunge, but her brain couldn’t compute anything beyond the depraved need for more, more, more.

“No one will ever fill you like this, amoreth. Your beautiful cunt was made to be spread by me.”

His words trickled past her ears like a gentle stream, and she already felt her mind turning off, the sensation of him filling her so pure, so perfect, so right. She didn’t know what amoreth meant, but the way it sounded coming from his mouth was absolute magic.

Something bumpy rubbed through her interior as he penetrated her, as if his cock was dotted with ridges made to stimulate her in just the right way, her body already clamping against him and trying to drag him in.

“Mine,” he grunted with a click of his hips, a thrill racing up her spine.

She was so full, her cunt screaming from the tension, but every thrust was utterly exquisite, twisting sharp pain with electric pleasure and heating her flesh with desire.

Screl’s fingers dug into her hips, and the room was a cacophony of moans, her body giving in to him. And it felt right, to be one with him, to feel each thrust sizzle up her spine with white-hot pleasure.

The tentacle at her mouth tickled her lips before sliding past them, her eyes widening as it petted her tongue. Salty and sweet, it slithered down her throat, making her gag as drool dribbled onto the sheets.

Screl leaned forward, planting his hands on either side of her form and delivering brutal thrust after brutal thrust until she felt herself coming apart around him. All she could do was grumble a moan as she came, her cunt fluttering around its intrusion, waves of pleasure filling her entire body with warmth.

With a grunt, he pulled out, a gaping hole left in his cock’s absence, and sticky streaks painted across her ass and back, her restrained arms, some shooting all the way into her hair.

Lena couldn’t move, her entire body entranced by the powerful release, relaxed despite everything telling her she should be frightened.

He flipped her onto her back, and she stared up at him, his pupils still dilated with lust despite his release coating her. Her gaze wandered down his body, her mouth actually watering with anticipation as she took in every beautiful detail of his naked form.

Much of him looked humanoid, brawny pecs and a firm stomach ridged with diagonal lines, like an arrow pointing to his crotch. His cock still stood at attention, clearly not appeased by the release her cunt had just given it. Well, not his cock, but cocks.

Two of them.

They extruded from an oozing slit, the appendages actually throbbing like they had their own heartbeats, a darker blue than the rest of his skin. Both were quite sizable—though that had already been clear by the way he had stretched her with the upper one—and lined with thin ridges, the bumps that had stimulated her so well. Four tendrils protruded from the bases, small versions of the tentacles that extended from his back.

Excitement built once more, the sight of two cocks with raging erections sending her reeling. They were making a mess of the bed, but that mattered little as Screl crawled his way up her body before straddling her neck and pinning her to the mattress with powerful thighs.

“I’m not done with you,” he said, aiming his lower cock toward her mouth, the upper one still slick with their combined arousal.

It slid along Lena’s forehead as she parted her lips, not needing to be told twice, any semblance of fear having left a long time ago. Her mouth watered, a salty sweet taste like caramels overwhelming her senses as she ran her tongue along the thick shaft.

Screl gripped the back of her head with his hand, fingers tangling into her hair as he spread her lips with his lower cock. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, eager to please, eager to taste more.

It wasn’t long before Screl started thrusting, ridges rubbing deliciously against her lips and along her forehead. Tears burned at her eyes, spilling onto the mattress as he hit the back of her throat, nausea churning in her stomach.

There was something so visceral about the way she gagged on his cock, so primal and needy, like her throat was desperate to take all of him.

Screl picked up his pace, rocking his hips and jerking her head to meet him, going deeper and deeper each time. Lena tried to relax her throat, and eventually he pushed past the resistance, sliding down until she could no longer breathe. Tendrils tickled her chin, running along the flesh of her neck as if they could sense his bulging cock.

“That tight little throat was made for me too,” he growled, and all she could do was burble in response, slimy spit dripping down her chin.

The wet sounds of squelching filled the room, punctuated by Screl’s moans and the small, desperate sounds she made in between her mouth being filled to capacity.

Her pussy throbbed with need despite her two orgasms, wetness streaking her thighs, and she bucked into nothing, desperate for some sort of pressure. Her arms were pinned by Screl, but he noticed her struggles, a tentacle sliding over her mound and a sucker attaching to her clit, forcing a muffled yelp from her overfull mouth.

“Is that good, amoreth?” he muttered, fucking her throat as he gazed down at her with bright eyes. “Does my needy girl want to come again?”

The stimulation was so good, almost too much, her oversensitive clit dotting her vision with an erotic mixture of pain and pleasure.

Lena couldn’t even nod, just surrendered to his touch, her body spasming with the relentless suction of his tentacle. When she came, her vision went gray, eyes rolling to the back of her head until she tasted sweet nectar shooting down her throat in great spurts.

It was pure bliss, a sensation of euphoria she wasn’t certain she’d ever experienced before, as if all was right in the universe.

Screl eased up on the thrusts before pulling out, his pupils contracting and his body trembling as he crawled away from her.