They slip from my body, the soft pink light going unnoticed by those around us. The slow release of power calls forth their master. Love’s tentacle slips from the ether and wraps around my waist. The slick of their skin against mine only makes my need grow. Pomegranate perfumes the air and there is a collective sigh from all of us. It’s nearly Pavlovian now, how our breathing calms and our bodies relax from getting a hint of our saviour’s scent. I lean into their hold and let their comfort erase any thought of the past from my mind.
“Please don’t stop,” Delphini whimpers, her hips still rocking even as Neela’s other hand grasps her breast.
“Captain’s orders,” she hums, a vicious smile on her lips as she licks at Delphini’s skin.
Her eyes meet mine, full lips parted as her nipples are teased beneath the water. Unconsciously, I spread my legs further apart, tentacles slipping from my pussy to splay across my inner thighs. Her mouth opens like she wants to speak or to have it filled, but Aoife stepping in front of her breaks our eye contact.
“She is wondrous and hungry,”Love rumbles. Their voice vibrates down to my bones and I wrap a hand around their tentacle.“As are you, our heart.”
“For her,” I murmur, struggling to focus and stay present rather than slipping into Love. “For us.”
“Has your trust in her grown to match your lust, though?”
My focus snaps back to the present as a giggle erupts.
Nargol has pulled Delphini out of the water and tossed her over her broad shoulders. My human grabs hold of the green globes of her ass while she’s carried to the edge of the bath. The orc lays her down on the tiles. I can’t see much from this angle, but I don’t need the visual for this little play. Nargol spreads Delphini’s legs apart, placing her feet on the lip of the bath. Around her the more voyeuristic members of the crew look on. Even Lakelynn takes her earbuds out and leans forward to watch.
“Now,” Nargol announces loud enough for all to hear. “Human pussy is very sensitive. You have to be gentle with it.”
“Uh-huh, where did you hear that one?” Aoife asks.
“From a book.”
“Babes, that book I suggested is fiction,” Delphini giggles and I want to bottle it up. She is free, from the sound of her voice, I could wonder if she’d ever actually harmed a fly before. There is a lightness about the tone that makes my heart flutter, the tentacles beneath my skin skitter to the surface, trying to reach for it.
“So you don’t want me to be sweet on your pussy, Del?” Nargol sounds like she’s pouting, completely put out but before Delphini can respond, she continues. “Guess I’ll devour it whole then.”
I see Nargol’s head move and then my human’s legs begin to shake. Her surprised moan has everyone leaning in to observe the feasting. My eyes close for a moment, savouring the sounds of pleasure around me instead. The slap of skin, the lapping of water, the gasping moans from my mate as her friend takes her closer and closer to orgasm. I listen for the change in her voice, how her breath catches and when she finally holds it. Her little tell when she’s close is obvious, even to someone who has never fucked her before. I open my eyes to watch her be denied yet again.
Nargol pulls back and Delphini’s back arches high up off the tiles like her orgasm has been ruined. A string of “no’s” pour from her lips as green hands sooth her thighs and pull her back into the water. Delphini floats in her arms for a moment as she regains her control. Water drips down their naked bodies as they move back to the centre of the bath.
Only when Nargol moves to say something to her does Delphini react. She grabs the orc’s face and smashes their lips together. Her tongue moves into the other woman’s mouth like she is searching for her lost orgasm in there. Nargol moans, but pulls back, finally murmuring something to Delphini before moving to the deeper end of the bath.
Next to me, Aoife hauls Neela by the waist onto the corner of the bath. She turns the siren to the side where the steps are widest. She spreads her thighs wide open, her pussy glistening in the air. One of her feet still dips into the water, swaying softly as she waits for her next instruction.
Water splashes, a muffled moan turning all our attention to Cookie and Hamako. The troll has impaled her mate on her cock, stretching the harpy around it until she is fully seated. Cookie grunts softly, rolling her hips until she receives a sharp nip to her fingers to stop. My eyes drift back to Delphini, watching her react to their display.
She doesn’t disappoint. Her fingers clench around Aoife’s hold on her throat and her lips are parted again in hunger. She clenches her thighs together as she watches the other two fuck. It isn’t until Hamako moans at a particularly harsh twist of her nipples that the rest of the crew snaps back into their own plans.
“You’re going to thank Neela like a good girl and make her cum with your mouth, is that understood?” Aoife asks loud enough for the whole room to hear. A direction from our quartermaster is never missed, her voice strong and clear as she issues commands.
“Yes, Ma’am,” my human agrees instantly. Her eyes locked on the feast before her.
“If the crew doesn’t think you are doing well enough, I will punish you. Do you understand?” Aoife continues.
Delphini draws in a shaky breath, taking in the women surrounding the bath and those in the water. Her eyes lock with mine and when I nod, she winks again. From this short distance, I can feel her nerves, but there is sass in the action. Like she wants to be punished.
“Yes, Ma’am,” she says, finally.
Aoife guides her slowly up the steps, arranging Delphini on her hands and knees until her face is nearly pressed into Neela’s pussy and her ass is up in the air. Water laps over her calves and her legs are spaced far enough apart I can see her pussy from where I sit, too. I have a near-perfect view. Aoife stands on her other side, her skin flushed red from the heat. She smooths a hand from Delphini’s shoulders to her ass, taking a fistful of that glorious part of her and exposing more of her to me.
“Begin.”
The command is simple, but she is slow to respond. Delphini looks at Neela and whispers something before she begins kissing her inner thigh. She moves without urgency as she lathes kisses across the whimpering siren. Aoife doesn’t display any emotion, but when she looks at me, I know she is checking in before she strikes my mate.
“Wife,” my voice rings out and I can feel the room hold their breaths. “I don’t think chaste thigh kisses are how you thank a sister who was so kind to you. Do you want Aoife to spank you?”
“Yes,” she moans, pressing her teeth into Neela’s thigh until it leaves a mark.
