Again, I’m at a loss for words. How am I supposed to respond to that? Love flexes their tentacles around my fingers, a sweet comfort as Orthia’s words have my body shaking with need.
“Goddess alive, you are taking it so well for me, Delphini. Dripping all over my fucking knife. Marking it as yours.” Her hips stutter and she falls a bit harder on my thigh. A groan, full-bodied and heady like a glass of port after a big dinner, comes out of her mouth, and it is as delicious as her praise. “So fucking divine, so fucking good for us.”
Her thumb presses against the side of my clit and I hold my breath. I know in my next breath I’m going to burst. My pussy clenches so hard around the dagger, I am not sure how she can still be fucking me with it. As she moves her finger, the coil inside my belly winds tighter and tighter.
“Please,” I gasp. “Please let me come, Captain.”
“Give it to me, wife. Because when you are done, I am going to lick your cum off this knife while I ride your thigh. And you are going to watch me.”
My legs shake with how hard I have been holding back. I unclench my fingers from Love’s tentacles and I breathe out. Shards of pink light burst behind my eyelids as I cum on the handle of Orthia’s dagger. My pussy convulses and spasms, the tentacles inside of me vibrating and the one on my asshole adding more fullness than I have ever felt before.
“Eyes on me.” Orthia’s command is like the sun on a hot day. It beats down on my euphoria enough for my focus to come back to her, to us.
She grips my hip, fingers squeezing my plush sides and tucking into my tummy roll. Every part of me is basking in the warmth of it. In the intimacy of it. She didn’t hesitate to touch me where others have. She grabs me as she wants, as she should, so she can drive her leather-clad pussy over my thigh. Her tongue slips from her lips and the suckers coil around the handle.
Her eyes flutter closed and I could come again from this sight. My clit throbs as I watch her. With each pop of the suckers on the dagger, I remember what they feel like on my skin. Her groans morph into something higher, lost between a whimper and moan.
“I am yours, Captain. Cum for me.”
“Fuck.” She tosses the knife away. “You are such a good fucking girl for me.”
She falls forward, her hands on either side of my head as she grinds on my thigh. Her tongue sweeps into my open mouth and I’m met with the taste of me and pomegranates again. She thrusts her tongue against mine until she stutters. Her hip falters as her body seizes up. Orthia is quiet as she climaxes, but when a tear hits my cheek and the tentacles that were holding me still begin to move, it is so natural the way our worlds collide.
Love wraps us both in their tentacles. My arms wrap around Orthia’s body until she goes limp. Her fingers weave into my hair as she kisses my face. Gentle caresses as we come down, come together again with our bodies and Love’s.
“You are amazing,” I whisper to her.
Her breath hitches and I pause. My fingers stop running over the fabric of her shirt as I wait for her to say something, to push me away even.
“I wasn’t ready until now to receive a gift such as you, myomphalos. We will do whatever it takes to keep you safe and satisfied.”
“All is as fated.”
Chapter twenty-one
Delphini
1 Day
Apparently,keepingmesafeand satisfied does not exclude me from mopping floors or working the ticket booth. I pull my pink heart sunglasses out of my hair and put them on as the summer sun beats down on me. The fan mounted in the booth is nice but mostly blows hot air around. When Orthia dropped off an iced matcha for me, she even made sure it had extra ice to keep me cool.
The last tour of the day is lining up. Families and history buffs alike queue to buy a ticket and wait forThe Princess Despairto sail back to the dock. At least I don’t have to plaster on a fake smile. The bay is calm, like usual. Love is more than satisfied at the moment, so their hunger isn’t upsetting the tides.
“We still wait for three.”Their rumbling voices echo in my head.
“Mm,” I hum in acknowledgement, taking a sip of my iced latte.
The next person in line strolls up. My fingers hover over the number pad to type in how many tickets they will want.
“Hi, how are ya?” The guy is overdressed for this tour and the weather. His shirt is a decent material, but not well fitted. It is the dress shoes that really make him look out of place in a sea of sandals and tennis shoes. He has on loafers, with the tassels and everything. Evening shoes in the late afternoon.
Is he here about the car Orthia stole last night to drive me home in? Because if he is, it’s at the bottom of the bay now. After she got me onto the boat she had some of the girls make sure that thing and Audrey never saw the light of day again. He’d be better off trying to get his insurance to cover some of the cost.
“Fine, how many tickets?”
His hand comes to rest on the ledge of the booth and he leans in a bit closer. I stay where I am, waiting and pretending this guy isn’t a fucking creep. I am going to mark his ticket so Neela knows to fuck this guy up good.
“You look familiar,” he says instead. “Did you go viral or something?”
