Chapter 30

Anya was done trying to deny this. Whatever was between them, she intended to see it through.

They didn't need any more words. She was so afraid if they said one more thing, she'd blurt out that she was in love with him. And that was insane.

She was a human. He was an undine. They were two very different creatures who shouldn't be together. It shouldn't even be possible that they were talking underwater, let alone what she was about to encourage him to do.

But she'd seen Mira and Arges together. She'd seen the way they looked at each other and it had made a part of her awaken and scream inside her chest. She wanted this.

She wanted him.

So it took so little effort to spread her legs wide around his thick waist and to kiss him. She didn't know if undines even did this, but the last time he'd been very good at it. All she wanted was to feel him against her like they had in that facility where he had lost control for a few moments.

She wanted to know if that had been a mistake or if it had been real. She hoped it was real.

His hand at the back of her neck tightened, and she could feel the moment he let go of all his hesitation. One moment, he kissed her so softly, and the next, he devoured her.

With lips and tongue, teeth and sharp bites, he consumed whatever she gave him. Like he was trying to swallow her whole. Like he wanted to crawl inside her and never leave and in this moment she couldn't think of a reason why he shouldn't.

"What do you wish of me?" he said between kisses, and she could feel how restrained the words were.

He was holding himself back. Desperately trying to keep some chains around himself so he didn't hurt her. But that wasn't what she wanted.

She wanted him unleashed. She wanted to be overwhelmed in every sense with him. Just him. So she kissed him back, her tongue tracing the deadly points of his fangs, before she whispered, "I want all of it, Daios. I want to think of nothing else but you."

The mood shifted. She could feel it in the current and in the way his hand clenched at the back of her neck. With a flick of his tail, he rolled on top of her. Kelp tangled at her back, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.

Daios loomed above her head. All flashing colors of red that turned her entire world into a deep crimson. He licked his lips, that black tongue catching her attention because she knew the ridges on it would feel incredible.

She watched his gills flare wide, all of them. His neck, his ribs, until she could see the delicate pink membranes deep inside his body. "You smell so good," he growled, his voice so low that it vibrated between her legs. "Whatever that scent is, I want to coat myself in it."

"You can smell me?" That didn't sound good. But considering the way he inhaled and arched back, she had a feeling it was a very good thing.

"Yes," he growled. "I can smell you."

Then he dove upon her and she knew what it felt like to be the prey. His claws skated down her body, his hand touching everything he could before she realized that he was surgically slicing the wetsuit away from her. She wanted to tell him to stop. She'd have to go back to the dome naked, but at the moment she didn't care.

Cool water flowed over her skin, pebbling the peaks of her breasts as he pulled the fabric away from her body. He watched every inch of skin revealed as though possessed. Even his eyes consumed every bit of her.

Anya almost said something, but then he pulled the wetsuit down to her waist. His hand spasmed against her hip where he held her still and then leaned down to press one long lick against her breast. She arched into him, her back bowing as the ridges of his tongue dragged against her nipple. The growl he let out made every part of her body heat. She felt like she could boil the ocean as he drew her into his mouth and sucked.

The tip of his tongue flicked at her while his hand dug into her skin so she couldn't think. She grabbed onto his head with both hands, holding him against her as she writhed.

Those ridges. They were so distracting. So different. So much a reminder that he was not a human man and all she wanted was to know what was so different about the rest of him.

Dragging her nails down the back of his neck, she grabbed onto whatever she could. Another low growl erupted from his chest, the vibrations making her want to dig into him harder. More.

Until he froze and pulled back. His eyes were wide as he stared down at where he touched her.

Why was he stopping? But then she looked down with him and saw little pinpricks where his claws had dug into her. Tiny tendrils of blood floated up from the holes. Little ripples, just like she'd seen in his tail.

"It's fine," she said, covering his hand with hers. "Daios, look at me."

"This is what I feared."

"Daios," she said again, her voice sharper this time. And when he looked at her, she said, "I like it."

His eyes were so clouded with emotion that she didn't think he heard her.

So she said it again, this time digging his claws into her with her hand. He fought her, but she persisted. "It doesn't hurt. I like what you do to me. This will not hurt me, you hear? I like knowing that you touched me. Just don't drag your claws through my skin, and it's fine."

It really was. She didn't mind the little salty pricks of pain. In fact, it was... thrilling. They were a reminder that she was taking an undine to her bed. He was no human man, he was something else entirely and he would take her how he wanted.

He was looking at her like he was trying to sense the lie, but then something in him gave. Those gills flared wide again, and she watched the tendrils of her blood suck into his lungs, and then he licked his lips like he could taste it.

"Good enough," he mumbled, before he drew her wetsuit down to her thighs, then her knees, where it caught and locked her feet together. "I lose myself when you touch me, kalon."

"That's fine with me."

"I want to savor you, not rush this." He reached above her head and grabbed something. Then he lifted her arms, one by one, squeezing her wrists gently when they were over her head so she knew not to move them. He rocked over her, giving her the sight of rippling muscles as he flexed and moved. Leaning up, she licked a line from his ribs to those delicate gills.

A shudder passed through him at the same time she felt a loop of kelp wrap around each of her wrists. He tightened them until she couldn't move her arms at all.

Then he slid down her body, a wicked glint in his eyes. "No more touching, kalon. Not this time."

She gave the kelp a tug, surprised at how something so slippery could be so effective. But then he slid down her body, and she stopped thinking about the kelp.

He rested between her legs, his gaze on hers as he pulled her wetsuit off completely. Spreading her thighs, he made sure she was looking as he gave her one long lick between her folds. Then his eyes rolled and his lids closed.

"Gods, kalon. You taste so fucking perfect. I've wanted to taste you since you rode my hand."

That ridged tongue traced every inch of her. He did not devour as she wanted him to. Instead, he took his time. He traced her. Learning every part that made her gasp or wiggle in his grasp. He hummed, that low sound vibrating his tongue as he pressed it against her clit and held it there. The vibration made a keening cry erupt from her mouth.

"Good," he murmured against her, another long lick driving her wild. "That's what I like to hear."

He'd learned her enough then, because the onslaught of his passion was unleashed with those words. She became incoherent as he plunged his tongue into her. That appendage belonged to a man possessed. Claws dug into her thigh and the one time she opened her eyes and looked down at the beast between her legs, she could see him breathing her blood into his gills.

He looked up at her, those flashing teeth glinting above her mound, and then he grinned.

Daios fucked her with his tongue, diving deep inside her. And it was big. Bigger than a tongue had any right to be, because it felt the same size as a human man's cock. Should she be worried? What if all of him was this large?

But oh, that thought was just as tempting. Just as tantalizing.

"Daios," she whined, twisting the kelp around her arms as she tried to reach for him. "I'm going to... to..."

"Yes," he growled. "More."

She ground against his face, searching for that pressure and the need and the desire and then splintered apart on his tongue as his teeth dug just a bit into her skin and she couldn't think beyond the pain and the pleasure of it all.

Thank the heavens he was breathing for her, because she might have forgotten to do that.

Breathing hard, she finally opened her eyes as water flowed over her body. It was replaced by scorching heat as he settled against her. His abs pressed against her, the hard muscles pressing against her clit so hard it was distracting. And yet, she noticed that he dragged her hair out of her face to make her look at him again.

"Beautiful," he said as he dragged a single claw down her temple.

She didn't know what to say. Other than, "I still need you."

"Then you shall have me. But we are not the same as achromo males."

"Good," she replied, her voice ragged and raw. "I don't want one of them."

How could she? Not when he released her wrists from the kelp so she could drag her hand down his chest and over those rippling abs. He was a massive creature, and she knew that this should terrify her, but it didn't matter. When she got somewhere around where his hips where, all she felt was scales. But then she went a little lower—because he was much larger than her—and palmed his cock.

Oh, he was huge. Significantly larger than even her imagination could conjure up, but the tapered tip made her think they could work this time. It might hurt, but clearly she enjoyed the pain when it came to him. This was doable. She could manage?—

Then something bumped against the back of her fingers. He must have seen the slight widening of her gaze because he grinned down at her. "That's right, kalon. I have two."

"Two," she whispered, all the possibilities running wild in her head. "Well, that's an interesting development."

Anya stroked her hand up and down him, marveling at the width and length of the appendage that could easily tear her in two. But she wanted to try. With its slick texture, she felt like this might slide effortlessly and the thought made everything inside her clench.

He groaned, his hips bucking against her, and she wasn't sure what to do now. Did she guide him to her? Yes, that's what she was already doing. Like her body knew what she wanted.

She drew him closer, the wildness inside her screaming that she needed him.

Daios tilted, his chest arching away from hers because he was so big and he needed room. Through the haze of desire, she noticed he tied another kelp strand around his shorter arm, weaving it around another so he could pull on it as though he had a second hand. Then he slid his free hand underneath her neck, his teeth nipping at the long length as she moved with him between her legs.

Her fingers brushed against her clit, sending fire igniting through her entire form as the head of his cock brushed against her. It wasn't that large, compared to the thickness at the base. But she knew there was so much more that would stretch her beyond breath.

"Slow," she whispered against his mouth. "Slower than you ever have before."

"We fight to breed," he growled against her. His hips rocked, dragging his cock up and down her entrance, sliding along her clit. "We battle and whoever wins is the one who pins the other. It is unnatural to fuck with someone tied up like this."

"Is it? Because you seem to enjoy it."

"Oh, I do, kalon. I love nothing more than to see you helpless and writhing."

Then he reached between them. She leaned back on the kelp hammock, watching as he presented his cocks to her. That massive clawed hand grasped the bottom one, squeezing it hard enough that a drop of pearlescent liquid appeared at the end. Lining it up with her entrance, he stuttered out a breath that she felt through her entire body.

He pushed inside her, just the tip, just enough so that she arched her back and felt every muscle in her pussy spasm around him. She looked down, watching the dark flesh sinking inside her. His top cock slid over her clit, pressing down and moving slick over her skin.

He was a burning brand that she knew no one else would ever compare to. He sank deeper until she gasped, her mouth opening as she had to remind herself she didn't have to breathe. He was doing it for her.

"Tell me how it feels," she whispered, the words ragged and raw in her throat. "Tell me."

She looked up to see him shaking his head. Instead, his shorter arm nudged her head to the side and she could just barely see his fingers moving as he spoke, her head rocking as he sank even deeper.

"Home. It feels like home."

He sank deeper, that ever present stretch making her see stars. It was more and more, but he kept going. Every time he paused, she thought that was it, but there was more every time. He consumed her. Every inch of him sliding deep into her body until she didn't know where he began and where she ended. It was so much and then she felt the heat of his scales pressing between her legs, spreading her thighs so wide they burned.

His deep exhale filled her lungs, and then they just stared at each other. They'd done it. She was certain every bit of herself was crammed full of him and...

"Please move," she whispered.

"We don't?—"

"I don't care what undines do. I want to feel you moving inside me."

There was the faintest hint of confusion before his hips flexed and he started to pull out. When he got to the point where she was certain he was actually going to withdraw, she locked her legs around him. With one quick clench of her hips, she pushed him back inside her with a long, slow glide.

They both groaned at that, and she stopped being able to see. All she could do was feel him as he did it again. Then again. Each time grinding into her a little harder, a little more forcefully.

His head came down, catching one of her nipples between his teeth and biting down on it so hard bubbles blew out of her lips. Eyes flashing open, she felt that tight coil building again.

"Daios," she whimpered. "Please, I'm?—"

"I know, kalon." He released her nipple to catch her mouth with his. Those sharp teeth nipped at her lips, sipping at her mouth as though he were drunk. "Gods, you take me so well."

"I can't... I'm—" She couldn't think straight as he slammed into her again.

His arm flexed, tilting her head so he could better reach to kiss her. And then she wasn't sure what happened, but one moment she was fine and the next she came so hard that she bit down on his lip. Hard.

The low growl that vibrated through him went straight into her heart. That sound was not one that she would ever forget. That sound lived inside her now.

Anya hadn't realized she could come again. Not this hard, not this soon. He came with her, flooding her with a heat as his cock kicked deep inside her. But her orgasm went on and on until it barely started to wane. Then he pulled out, and she could feel the whine in her throat until she was suddenly filled again. This time with a cock that was even larger, harder, how…

The second cock. Oh, fuck, he had a second cock and suddenly her orgasm burst again. Her thighs started to shake, her toes curling in on herself as suddenly the vibration of his growl grew even stronger and she felt him coming again inside her. A spurt of heat that turned her inside out. He arched, his lower back tightening so much she could feel it before that ragged breath slowed.

"That was..." She didn't have the words.

"Yes," he replied as he untied her wrists. "It was, my kalon."

She wanted to stay awake longer. She wanted to know what would happen if she asked about his second cock, or if she could take them at the same time. But her eyes were already drifting shut. The languid warmth of her muscles made it feel like she was floating on a cloud. And when he gathered her up and dragged her against his chest, she couldn't stay awake if she tried.

So she stayed limp on top of him, her head pressed to the sound of one heart beating and her hand pressed the other.