Orthia pricks the low neckline of my dress and I finally catch on to what she wants to do. My heart flips in my chest.
“Do you trust me?”
“Green, yes, oh fuck.” I thrust my chest higher in the air to make it more enticing to her.
The fine pink silk tears apart like old, cheap cotton under her knife. In one long slice it’s split in half. This could have been a one-of-a-kind dress, although I couldn’t give a single fuck with how Orthia is looking at me.
Like she wants to carve a place for herself inside of me.
She leans back to fully take me in, every curve of my body on display for her. Her eyes trace the sheer pink of my corset. The knife glints in the firelight, and her hands shake with how tightly she clutches the weapon.
Does she want to hurt me?
“Love has given me the greatest gift. You, Delphini.”
She looks down at my body again, caressing each of my curves with the tip of her knife until I am shaking with need. The blade traces Love’s mark on my abdomen in sharp swishes that nearly have my heart pounding out of my chest. I want her touch, the warmth only she can bring me, but the words stay locked in my throat. I will not beg yet. My hips roll all the same when her blade taps against my straining, covered nipples.
“I won’t ruin this.” In a quick flick of her wrists, she flips the dagger to hold the sharp blade in her fist.
“Yellow,” I say, and she freezes immediately. “Jesus, be careful. I don’t want you to cut yourself.”
A soft smile breaks her hard features. Unlike all the smirking and scowling she does, this smile is precious and rare, like a pearl that can only be found in the deepest parts of the ocean. Her hand moves from my hair to brush across my cheek and down to the mark on my chest.
There is a soft pink glow at her touch and her body changes. Beneath her billow shirt and tight trousers, tentacles begin to writhe and slip from the openings of her clothes. One of them takes the blade and she shows me her palm. A patch of fine, slick teal scales cover her skin.
“My body is a temple for Love, they keep me from harm, mostly, as I keep everyone on this ship from harm. It’s a special talent of mine.” The tentacle tosses the dagger and she catches it by the blade. “Now, how do you feel?”
“Like if you don’t fuck me, we are going to have a problem, Captain.” For all the sass in my remark, when I raise my hand to touch her cheek, I hold still before making contact. “You’ll tell me if it gets to be too much?”
“Yes.” She leans into my touch and we sigh in unison as warmth blooms from that point. “This time, I’m going to stay dressed, but in the future, we can try more.”
“No rush,” I assure her. “We just have until we take over the world.”
For the first time in all the weeks I’ve known her, Orthia laughs. It’s higher pitched than her voice, reminding me again of glass beads gently knocking together in the wind. Harsh, a sound that might be grating to some, but it sets my heart ablaze with as much warmth as her touch.
She kisses me again. This time, her lips are slick and taste of pomegranate, like Love. Her tentacle tongue twirls and pops against mine as the other tentacles take that as all the invitation they need. They slip across my skin and coat me in that glorious aphrodisiac until I’m panting and moaning against her. Suckers attach to my chest and throat, marking my flesh further.
More of them appear beneath Orthia’s shirt until they have pulled the garment from her trousers. As they slither around my raised thigh, a deep, echoing rumble shakes the room. Neither of us stop what we are doing. I push my centre on Orthia’s thigh and as the pressure sends me a little bit closer to that sweet pink oblivion, my insides coil. My lower stomach heats, and the tentacles inside of me pulses.
Orthia groans, breaking our kiss and looking down at my panties. They don’t match the corset. They are a cheap thong I got at the last minute when I was buying underwear. It’s not a fantasy I’d really thought about before, but once it’s in my head, my mouth says the words.
“Cut them off, please, Captain.”
It isn’t exactly begging, not in my book. She doesn’t think for a moment about it either. Orthia slips the blade through the front triangle and slices down through the soaked gusset of the panties. The elastic snaps back against my pussy lips so sharply I moan. Tentacles wrap around their waistband and tear until the fabric is in shreds. She stares at my pussy, her chest heaving with every ragged breath she takes.
Her hand is slow to move, ready to strike or flee if I say the word, but when her thumb slips between my folds, spreading me open and collecting my arousal, I let my eyes slip closed. I can’t focus on her actions; I want tofeel.
Warmth swirls at my core, arousal dripping down her palm. The tentacles inside me crawl against my pussy walls until they are wrapped around Orthia’s thumb.
“Have you felt the pleasure only Love can give you, wife?” she asks.
My stomach swoops, “Yes.”
“Do you have a secret to tell, sweet one?”
The question comes out of her mouth like a purr, a rumbling sound that tells me it isn’t just her speaking. I open my eyes and see hers are milky white. Love stares at me through Orthia, and if her experience is anything like mine, I know she can still see me, feel me, and hear me. Her thumb strokes the tentacles around my pussy, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine.
I moan. “I listened to you touch yourself. Love told me to stay, I wanted to stay.”
