Delphini guides my mouth to her covered pussy slowly, like she expects me to pull back like I have so many times before. I am not going to do that again. There will be no more confusion about how I hunger for her, desire her presence in every corner of my life. When my nose brushes against the seam of her shorts, my arms shoot out. I scoop up her thighs and press myself into her.
The phantom touch of Love’s tentacles wrap around me, holding me to every part of our human we can touch. They purr in my head until it vibrates all the tension from my muscles. The smell of her musk drenches my underwear. I inhale the scent of my wife, rubbing my face against her cunt until I’m certain I have it memorised. Placing one of her thighs over my shoulder, I spread the other further apart so I can grab hold of her shorts and pull it to the side.
Delphini’s pussy is hot and wet. She urges me back to her lushness and I let my tongue lead the way. The flavour of her bursts on my tongue, the suckers on it grasping at her folds to clean up every drop of her. Her arousal coats all of my senses until I believe I will drown in it. When a small tentacle wraps around my tongue, I groan.
“Fuck,” Delphini moans as I suckle at her tentacle.
“You are divine,” I proclaim, kissing her drenched pussy lips. “Unlike any being I have ever met, and all mine.”
“Ours, heart, to worship and devour.”Love whispers through my thoughts before I feel them slip to Delphini.
She gasps above me and pulls my gaze to her. Her eyes are the familiar milky white, Love is speaking to her. Are they encouraging her to command me? Her body shivers as she blinks.
“They are a devious god,” she says. “Love says they will make you come, if you make me.”
“Then I must rise to the call of our patron, shouldn’t I?”
She grins as I seal my lips around her clit. Tentacles glide out of her pussy and grab at my fingers, holding her shorts to the side. They pull me to her until my finger is pressed inside of her.
“Is this what you need, wife? To come around my fingers?” I ask, pulling back to look at her again. If that is what she wants then I will give her my everything. I will work until my body is broken if that is what she wants.
“Yes.” As she says the word, her cunt squeezes around me. There is a desperate calling in her voice now and I must answer.
“Thank you,” I whisper with another kiss to her pussy. “You are such a good girl for me, wife. Lie back for me now, and let me worship this gorgeous pussy.”
Her hand slips from my head as she does what I request. A slight shiver tracks down my spine at the loss of her heat, but the focus is not on my needs now. Instead, I go back to my altar, slowly stroking my finger in and out of her pussy. I listen to Delphini’s moans of pleasure when I add my second finger.
As I fuck my fingers into her, my tongue flicks at her clit, teasing the hot bundle of nerves until she is moaning and bucking against my face. Her arousal drips around my fingers the more I work her up and press against that spongy spot against her walls. My cunt clenches as I try to drink up all of her. I want to devour every last drop of her blessings.
“Don’t stop,” she commands. “Don’t stop.”
I feel her body tighten and so does mine. Tentacles slip from my body and cover my pussy, latching onto my aching clit. The ghost feeling of Love’s tentacles press between my thighs hard enough that I whimper into her pussy, sucking at her clit. More of my tentacles reach up to hold her thighs open for me. My free hand reaches up her body now, caressing every part of her it can reach until her fingers wrap around mine.
She stops breathing.
Then, the floodgates of her pleasure burst. Delphini’s exhale is a moan that echoes around the room and my skull until there are tears in my eyes. We come together. Her pussy pulses around my fingers, and her clit twitches as I keep suckling at her, even as my hips grind back and forth with my own pleasure. Love’s tentacles bind us tighter together. The three of us joined as one. Delphini moans again, and she melts into the bed. No doubt Love is purring for her now.
When she squeezes my hand, I slowly pull away from her.
“My perfect wife,” I mumble, licking her folds and teasing her entrance. “The sweetest being to exist.”
“Captain,” she calls, and I rise to her, careful to remove my fingers from her pussy. She pulls me into a kiss, tasting her release on my tongue. “Take me home.”
Chapter sixteen
Delphini
3 Days
Wecleanupslowly,not worrying about the mess, but making sure our fingerprints aren’t left behind on things they shouldn’t be. As Orthia sweeps through Miles’ room, I stuff my laptop into my suitcase and wait for her by the front door. I am happy to leave this place behind. There isn’t a single memory that is worth keeping here. If I could scrub this part of my life from existence I would.
Scrubbing the people who ruined my life from existence will be enough for now.
Once she’s done doing whatever she wanted to do in his room, Orthia pulls a giant marker from her pocket and writes on the pristine white walls over the couch, ‘I know what you did’.
We don’t speak again until we are standing on the crowded metro platform. In one hand, I have my stuffed suitcase, and in the other is her hand. With each brush of someone squeezing by us, she grips my hand a little harder, like she is chasing the warmth of our connection.
“I never would have come to Gwenmore if it weren’t for that stupid engagement contact,” I say.
