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Perhaps I'd truly obeyed well enough, but I imagined it was because he was as desperate as I was. The shadows on my hands relaxed, leaving me bound but able to move freely. My handsflewto him, frantically caressing his body.
Had I been waiting to touch him for days now? Weeks? Hours? Time passed so differently here, it was impossible to tell. Regardless, it had been too long, but there was a gravity to it, for I'd earned this. This was pleasure so pure, so encompassing, that it was beyond what I'd ever felt before.
I massaged his thick shoulders and twined my fingers through his hair. His horns were thick and curved, and would be the perfect handholds for the next time he used his mouth on me. For there was no question of it, he would, again. The pleasure we wrought was a sensation so pure I knew we'd drown ourselves in it for millennia.
I reached down, skimming my fingers over his pronounced chest, his hard nipples giving me a rush of pride. I ran them down further still, over his stomach until I reached the tuft of hair at his apex. Before I could touch him, though, the shadows on my wrists tightened, lifting my hands to settle on his shoulders.
“Not yet,” he said. His eyes were fire, burning his hunger into me, searing me through. He lowered himself, one elbow on either side of me, and stole my mouth in a consuming kiss.
I nearly pouted after being denied, but the feeling of his lips... and then his cock, interrupted me. At first, I didn’t understand what the pressure was on my clit, but as he shifted, I felt slick bumps bounce along my clit.
And then, a gentle but insistent pressure prodded at my opening. Thin and rounded, I realized that it must be a tentacle. Did he mean to deny me his cock? Was this part of my torture, settling for his tentacle when what I wanted rested not inches away?
I was not so picky as to deny it, but I still pouted. “Only a tentacle?”
“There is no way I am fitting right now. We need to get you ready. So yes, for right now, only a tentacle.” He frowned down at me, his face stern. “Who is in charge here?”
“You,” I huffed, looking away.
“And who is going to take care of you?”
“You.”
He met my eyes as the tentacle slipped inside me, his gaze focused and intent. My mouth dropped open in shock as I saw what he meant. Though it was small and smooth, the tentacle felt like it was spearing me full.
He didn't say anything, but Orcus did raise his brows in a way that felt very much like he knew exactly what he was doing, and was gratified that now I did too.
“Someday,” he whispered, suddenly so tender. “I will truly earn your trust as well as your obedience.”
Tears pricked at my eyes. “I'm trying.”
“I know.” He smiled, at first tender, but I caught a glint of mischief just as his tentaclewrithedwithin me.
It was... everything. Obscene, decadent, teasing and insistent. He stroked along my inside walls, finding a spot so sensitive I shuddered. He pressed into me, grinning wide, his sharp teeth glinting in the firelight. I clung to his shoulders, desperate and hungry for more. I wanted whatever he deemed came next, whatever he would give me. It should have been baffling to me that he acted as if he knew my own body better than I, but, considering I'd never done this before, perhaps he did.
Inside me, his tentacle pumped, filling me fuller and fuller until I felt like I might burst, or combust, though I knew not which might come first. Another began stroking my clit again, pairing with the pressure in my pussy in perfect harmony. They worked in concert, breaking down my walls, baring me before him like I'd never been.
Orcus knelt between my legs once more, backlit, so at times he was only an outline. “Yes, princess, let go. I've got you.”
Inside, I was as full as I could possibly be, his tentacle pulsing insistently. They worked me in tandem, in time—I realized—with where he pumped his cock. Two others tugged at my nipples until the tempo built to a crescendo I could not hold back.
“Orcus, Orcus, Or—“ I chanted, cutting off as I shattered. I screamed as I came, everything more intense than before.
When it was over, his tentacles... moved—melted?—into me, leaving me empty. Though of course, I wasn't truly empty. Before they hadn't left me, instead, they'd somehow absorbedinto my body, sinking into me until I feltpressureinside me, like he was stroking my clit.
“Now,” he whispered, “now you're ready.”
In Which a Promise, a Miracle, a Prayer
Once more,Orcus lowered himself, so our faces were within inches of one another. Until now, he'd been so composed that if I'd had a second to think, I might have wondered if I was the only one truly affected.
Now though, with his lips hovering a breath from mine, he showed me more of that vulnerability that he'd insisted on. His eyes darted across my face, searching me for something.
“You're everything I've ever wanted,” he whispered. His voice cracked, and he brought a claw up to swipe a lock of sweat-soaked hair from my forehead. Laid against me like he was, I could feel his cock's insistent jump on my thigh, but he looked to be in no hurry. “Do you see now? That together we are more than we could ever be apart.”
“Yes,” I nodded. I did see. Perhaps when I'd made him, I'd used more of me than I'd realized, broken off parts of me, and in doing so, created the only person who could ever complete me, understand me in this way.
Wrapping my hands around his horns, I tugged his head down to me, pressing my lips against his like they were the last gasp of air left to me. I must have surprised him, unsettled him, because Orcus relaxed, and I realized just how much of his weight he'd been holding from me. He pressed me into the bed. The weight of him atop me was grounding, tempering the euphoria I felt with a deep, profoundknowingof howrightthis was.
