Chapter Sixteen

In Which the Lady Comprehends the Extent of her Submission

I opened my mouth, and in seconds he'd filled it. The tentacle writhed and expanded, filling my mouth and slipping over every surface. It was so much like our previous kiss, provoking and sensual, but the slick surface of his tentacle undulated in ways I doubt his tongue could. Instead of overwhelming touches across my body, he focused on my mouth, on my lips, leaving the rest of me bereft, straining for hints of his touch. I could feel the heat of him, so close to touching me, but remaining just out of reach.

My tongue danced with his tentacle, slightly annoyed that it wasn't his tongue, but enjoying myself too much to stop. I wanted more, so much more, but I would take whatever dregs he gave me, because even those were bliss. I whined around his tentacle, hopeful that he'd remove it and allow me to speak. But he only smiled and licked his lips.

He raised a brow. "What's that, princess?" he taunted. "I can't seem to hear you. Do you need something? If you think you know better what you need, please feel free to tap my shadows and I will release you to explain. But I assure you, my plan will be far more fun if only you can be patient. If you can trust me."

With a whimper, I nodded my head. I may want a great many things, but I was not in control here, and I'd agreed to that. I'd wanted that.

"That's my perfect princess." As if in reward, he leaned down and kissed the edge of my mouth. I turned my head, chasing it, but he fled once more, tutting at me.

"Now, let me set the rules of today's lesson." He said, sitting back to lean on his heels.

"It's a pastime that I marked you as mine. We will begin simply and progress from there." With a snap, his pants were gone.

"Your touch is regulated, doled out and administered by me. You will not touch me until I am well pleased with you. You can please me by following my rules. If you are obedient and apply yourself, you'll find I am not stingy with my rewards. Now, first, princess, you will bring yourself to orgasm."

I blinked at him, for surely he'd been speaking that entire time, but he'd also revealed his cock to me for the first time. How could he expect me to pay attention after he'd unveiled something so intriguing ? Now that I'd had my first taste of what sex could be, I was ravenous. Staring at him, I suddenly saw the appeal of being filled, for I was so abysmally empty. Surely he'd taken his pants off to fill me?

The shadows around my hands loosened and directed them to my sex, but still, I could not tear my eyes from him. With one powerful hand, he wrapped the long, thick cock in front of me. Apparently, I'd made him perfect in every way without knowing what I was doing. He had a slight upward curve, and a network of thick veins that peeked out between layers of. His cock was bluish-gray like the rest of him, but lighter, almost glowing, at the tip, as if flushed. When he shifted, I saw that the rim of his head was dotted with round nodules, bumps that seemed to be vibrating. A line of them ran down the top and bottom lengths of his cock, ending in a trio of them at this base. I could only imagine what he would feel like inside me.

"Whimpering now?" he asked. "Perhaps I should have waited to show you?"

I hadn't realized that I'd whimpered, but it was certainly possible. I shook my head frantically, not wanting him to take away the glorious sight in front of me. I could focus. I could be good for him.

"Now, love—" he looked surprised for a moment, but continued. "I want you to play with your cunt. Explore yourself with your fingers and find what feels good. I'll provide some motivation, perhaps some suggestions, but ultimately, you'll be the best judge."

Eager–no–greedy for his praise, I plunged my fingers between my slick folds. I was so swollen there, so alive . Everywhere I touched seemed hyper sensitized, plush and giving. I was... intricate, a maze of dips and wrinkles, caverns and ridges. For a moment, I forgot I was with Orcus, forgot about the gorgeous monster between his legs, and lost myself there. I stroked and circled, varying pressure and tempo, lingering on my clit and marveling at how full it felt.

Orcus's chuckle drew me from my total focus, but he was smiling when I looked at him. His eyes were lost, focused on where I touched myself, though his hands were busy. He cupped his heavy sac and gently pumped himself with the other. My mouth fell open, watching him, and my fingers sped. A steady flow of pre-cum dribbled from his tip, an iridescent black liquid that seemed designed to fascinate. At first, he swiped his hand over it, slicking it down his length until he shone with it. After, he raised himself on his knees, so the strand of it stretched to fall on my lower stomach. Desperate for it, for him, I ran my fingers through it, quickly returning them to my pussy, spreading it through me.

And oh, how it slid over me perfectly. He was warmer than I was, I realized, for it was hot where it pooled.

"Yes, princess," he gasped. "Use me. Chase your pleasure. You look so fucking gorgeous beneath me, so pretty with my cum on you."

I was glad he liked it, because it was driving me to madness in the most delicious fashion. The heat of him warmed my skin in ways that his shadows had not, and it only made me want him more.

Before I quite realized what was happening, my body tightened, the solid grip of my orgasm cloaking me in rapture. I bowed off the bed, holding my breath as my cunt squeezed, reminding me how it was still so empty.

"God, Aviana, you'll be the death of me," he growled, his hand a vise on his cock.

I panted, momentarily sated, but entirely focused now. "Orcus," I started, careful to request rather than demand. "Might I touch you now?"

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 hands flew to 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 tentacle writhed within 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 absorbed into my body, sinking into me until I felt pressure inside me, like he was stroking my clit.

"Now," he whispered, "now you're ready."