Page 44 of The Thren's Fated

“Look at me if you want me to continue.”

With difficulty, she opened her eyes, straining her neck down to observe Screl settled between her legs. He smiled, resuming his pace, flicking one tongue against her clit while the other massaged her interior with broad strokes.

Screl backed away slightly, blowing a puff of cool air against her sensitive clit and causing her to yelp. Her legs trembled, though firm hands held her in place, tentacles surging over his shoulders to massage her soft stomach and thighs.

He carefully sealed his mouth around her clit and sucked hard, sending a sharp spike of pleasure up her spine. Lena let out a moan, then another, forgetting herself as she became submerged in rapture.

“Does that feel good, amoreth?” Screl asked with a smile.

“So good,” Lena managed, her fingers grasping at air as she tried to keep her eyes on him.

It was getting difficult with the way he spread her legs further—a better angle for feasting. And feast he did, tracing through wet folds with his tongues, diving in and out with fast flicks that sent a flush of heat through her body.

Oh, how her body craved a firm hand, and yet the sweet sensuality of the moment made a knot well in her throat, tears pooling in her eyes. Her breaths were coming in sharp pants, the tension in her core gearing up for release.

Screl lifted his head again, though a tentacle replaced his tongue in an instant, swirling around her clit and forcing her hips to jerk up.

“You wish to know what I want from you?”

Even as pleasure overwhelmed her, she nodded, desperate to understand what the hell was happening to her.

“I want you to come so many times, your pretty little head is emptied of all its troubles. I want you to understand exactly how much you need me.”

Lena nodded, her mouth agape, her brain already fuzzy as she teetered on the edge of orgasm.

Screl brought his mouth to her once more, kissing her cunt before resuming the whirling of his tongues, her back arching into his wet touch.

Before long, she was clenching against him, electric pleasure racing up her spine and forcing a moan from her lips. She rocked her hips, though it did little to quell the continued arousal as Screl vibrated his tongue against her clit, the evidence of her climax dripping between her thighs.

Over and over again, the commander worked her, building her up with firm strokes from his tongues or tentacles, prodding and penetrating her until she climaxed. Her mind was gone, nothing but bliss tingling her nerves and agony between her legs. She was fully spent, more orgasms than she could count, her body growing weary when he finally dragged himself away.

A bulge tented his pants, and he quickly removed them, two cocks springing free with precum beading on the tips.

Lena could barely register what was happening as he crawled over her, placing a palm to her cheek, red with tension and need. Then his hands were gripping her hips, hiking her into the air as his lower cock lined up at her entrance. Her clit was numb, and her muscles were weak, but still she craved him, a singular urge to be used by the Thren.

Screl slid his lower cock through her drenched slit, using his fingers to dip into her wetness and coat his upper one as well.

With deep-seated lust, she tried to buck her hips, but it was useless, powerful arms holding her down and tentacles swarming over her heated flesh. One circled around her neck, squeezing lightly, and Lena thought she might die if he didn’t fuck her this instant.

“Tell me how much you need me, amoreth, how much you need my cocks.”

Screl was teasing her, raking through her seam over and over again without pressing into her the way she wanted.

“Please.”

With a shake of his head, he rocked his hips back, giving her cunt just a small bit of his cock before dragging it away from her once more.

“You can do better than that.”

Always making her beg.

Lena cried out, pressure building in her chest like she would explode at any moment. It was frightening being so under another’s spell, relying on anyone other than herself, but she couldn’t deny the way she wanted to surrender to Screl, let him have her in every way, even if it meant he would chew her up and spit her out.

“Please. I want you, Screl. I want your cocks. Please, I can’t… I need you.”

Not very eloquent, but it must have been enough because after a brush of her hair, he slammed into her, an electric bolt of pain shooting up her spine. Lena let out a piercing scream, and he smiled as he fucked her hard, grunting with each brutal stroke.

Every nerve was aflame, tingling with the sting of overstimulation, but it was exactly what she craved.