Page 79 of The Thren's Fated

The rounded tips of his cocks inched outward, and she eagerly sucked on them as if they were candy, the sweet taste of precum filling her with bliss.

It was an odd sensation, holding both cocks in her mouth as they extended from his sheath until they became too great for her to manage, her attention switching to the lower one.

Screl’s eyes pierced through her, his pupils dilated to near circles as she swirled her tongue on the tip, licking all over his rigid flesh before taking it fully into her mouth.

Lena pushed down as far as she could go, feeling the head prodding the back of her throat and tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

“Mmm, keep going,” Screl said, his eyes half-lidded as he cupped her cheek, his tentacle still circling her throat like a necklace.

Clawed hands gripped her hair, angling her better, and she relaxed her throat, humming softly as his length slipped past the resistance. His upper cock slid lewdly along her nose and forehead, a sensation that made her feel filthy in the best possible way.

“Such a good girl. You’re doing so good,” he muttered as her breathing cut off, jerking her the last bit of distance.

The tentacle around her throat coiled tightly, stroking over the mound of his own cock as it pressed against the skin of her neck. She couldn’t breathe, but the experience was exhilarating, her head filling with lightness as he used her for his pleasure. Delicate tendrils wrapped around her face, holding her in place.

“Oh, precious one, I can feel myself in your throat. You take me so well, inside and out.”

Her life was in his hands, but she trusted him with her whole heart, knowing he would take her right to the edge without harming her.

When he finally pulled away, she gasped for a breath, spit dripping down her chin and onto the floor in front of her. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, the feeling of submission freeing her mind of any thoughts.

“Such a beautiful little pet, choking on my cock,” he said, pressing a claw into her open mouth and petting along her tongue. “You know exactly what your mate needs.”

He looked as intoxicated as she felt, woozy on desire as he watched her with a rapturous gaze.

The tentacle around her neck adjusted her position, and then Screl’s hands were back in her hair, gathering it up in a messy nest as his upper cock penetrated her swollen lips. The lower one slid along her cheek, coating her in her own drool as he started thrusting.

“Taking every last bit like you were made for me,” Screl grunted, and though she wasn’t able to get as deep from this angle, she relished in the sensation of him at the back of her throat, knowing that big cock would be in her cunt soon enough.

At least she hoped so.

Arousal pooled in her stomach, her thighs trembling as he pistoned into her, his cock actually throbbing in her mouth. The sloppy sounds of her throat filled the room, that and Screl’s moans which only furthered the desire heating her core.

She cried out when he pulled away, though in an instant a tentacle circled each of his cocks, pumping hard as he grinned down at her.

“Open wide, little human,” he said, his gravelly voice tingling her skin.

The tentacle unraveled from her neck as she did as she was told, sticking her tongue out. With an extended groan, ropes of cum spurted from both cocks simultaneously, splashing her face and mouth, some dripping down over her breasts.

God, it was a delicious feeling, the heated streaks painting her skin like an erotic canvas, marking her as his. The tentacles slowed, wringing out every last bit of seed until they ceased, and Lena swallowed hard, savoring the taste of her fated.

Before she had a chance to react, Screl snatched her off the ground and pulled her into a fierce kiss, licking through her mouth and tasting himself. He quickly undressed her, slipping her clothes all the way off before shrugging out of his jumpsuit and encasing her in a hug once more.

She was awash with euphoria, pressing her hands to his ridged stomach until he scooped her up, letting out a squeal of glee as he tossed her onto the bed.

His cocks were still hard, still ready, and she wondered exactly how many rounds he could go before he was satiated. She buzzed with excitement, knowing they had all night to rejoice in each other’s bodies, not a single thing keeping them apart any longer.

Screl flipped her onto her stomach and hiked her ass into the air, an expectant shiver racing up her spine.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, and he chuckled, hands circling her waist and dragging her toward the edge of the bed.

“First, I’m going to feast. Then I’m going to fuck you.”

A smack echoed through the space, pain radiating from the spot on her ass where he’d spanked her. When he slapped her again, she let out a yelp, the sting sending twinges of arousal to her center.

“Do you like that, my pretty little mate?”

Oh, his growl was sinister, lighting up all the right spots as his words tingled over her skin.