The tile is cold when I lay down. Despite the heat of the room, goosebumps rise across my body and my ass stings from the delicious spanking Aoife gave me. Orthia kneels over my stomach, but rather than moving forward she tweaks my nipples. Her fingers tease them until the peaks ache and I am fucking delirious with a need to come. Like my tentacles are controlled by her, they move inside my ass until I am trembling.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, wife, I need to come.”
“Not yet,” she says, massaging my breasts until I have calmed down and tears leak from my eyes again. “You’ve been so good for me. Just a little longer, and I’ll fuck your pretty pussy in front of the whole crew.”
Reminded again of the crowd, the sounds of their pleasure filter through me more like soothing music in a spa than erotic audio. My focus is wholly on my wife looking down at me.
“Ready?” I ask, swallowing my need to show her how good I can be with my mouth.
“Smack my thigh if you need to breathe,” she says, sliding forward until her pussy hovers over my face. The tentacles aren’t stuck to her thighs any longer, just teasing her labia until she is dripping with slickness.
“If this is how I die, then I could not ask for a more noble send-off than suffocating on your fucking gorgeous cunt.”
My hands rise to grasp her hips and I am met with tentacles. They wrap around me loosely, and that familiar tingling sensation from Love’s slick makes me moan into her pussy.
The taste of her bursts on my tongue as I lick and suck at her flesh. I fuck my tongue inside of her and her tentacles do the same. My mouth opens wider as I push deeper inside of her. Thigh muffling all sound, I focus on the motions, her hips grinding on my face so her clit rubs against my nose and tentacles shaking against my hands. I suck one of her pussy tentacles into my mouth and the others latch onto my face like it’s a lifeline.
I plant my feet on the floor and roll my hips in a fruitless effort to slake my own need. Every shallow breath I draw in has me inhaling more of Orthia and I have never smelled anything finer. She’s overwhelming all my senses, waves of her arousal flooding my mouth. I think I am going to pass out.
But then it happens.
Her thighs clench around my head, hard, and she doubles over me without making a sound. The tentacle in my mouth curls and the ones around my face release all at once as her pussy convulses around my tongue. I suck every drop of her cum from her body I can. She jerks against my face until she has stopped clenching. My hands are released carefully, and Orthia shakily rises in her knees.
My first full inhale is laced with the scent of cum; of pomegranate and musk. Something inside of me twists when I open my eyes and see the look on her face. The sheer wonder, the tears that threaten to spill from her eyes, it makes my heart ache. She cups my cheek, damp with tears and arousal, with reverence.
Orthia’s past is her own. Whatever happened is her story. I don’t need her to tell me to know that what we have shared tonight has altered her perception. Despite having centuries with the crew, with women who grow and love so freely, she has kept herself apart from them. In fear of intimacy, or because she was waiting for her soulmate, it means she has denied herself.
And she trusts me with this. Given our horrible start, this is like the sun after a storm. I smile up at her as emotions clog my throat. My hand rubs across her skin, memorising the way Love’s mark etches her body and traces her curves.
“You are a goddess, myomphalos. So much more than a broken thing like me has ever deserved. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined you would be so divine.”
My chest shakes as I gasp around sobs, trying to stay quiet. Orthia swipes shaky fingers across her own cheeks and takes my head in both hands. It’s awkward, but she manages to kiss my forehead. My head swims with her praise, her adoration. She has seen me worn thin and shaking with fear, and yet she sees me like I am holy.
“Are you ready for me to show you how proud of you I am? For being a good little wife for me?”
“Kiss me first,” I beg. “Please.”
“Anything.”
The weight of her leaving me makes me whimper. The air hits my damp chest and I am reaching for her even as she positions herself between my legs. She leans over me and I chase her lips. Her lips taste of tears, but she plunders my mouth with hungry strokes of her tongue. She grabs my nape and holds me in place. I writhe against her once again, until my desire and need have taken hold of any thoughts I had.
She pulls away from me and stands tall on her knees. Arching up to see what she’s doing, I watch her stroke and arrange the tentacles between her legs upwards until they form a cock shape. The suckers are pointed outwards and the tip is narrower than the base. More tentacles pull from her body and wrap around her hips like a harness.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, unable to stop myself from reaching for it, too feel it under my grasp.
“Love,” Orthia groans, her eyes fluttering closed when my fingers slide over them, stroking her tentacles and letting the warmth of our bond keep her arousal up. “Hold her for us.”
The bath shifts and the tiles beneath me rupture into a mass of tentacles. Pink light coats everything, shines off our skin like jewels and makes me dizzy with need. My arms are quickly encompassed by Love and my hips pushed up until Orthia’s tentacle cock is able to glide through the slick between my legs. Each little sucker attaches to my folds, drawing hiccupped whines from my throat. My muscles tighten like I am going to come from this alone. I have been kept on edge for what feels like hours, but I desperately don’t want this to end yet.
Her eyes open again and they are milky white.
“Sweet one, you’ve done so well for us. You’ve earned your reward. Breathe.”
I can’t take my eyes off of her cock. Their voices purr with pride as they continue to tease me. Just like the first time they instructed me to do so, I inhale deeply, letting my muscles relax and trying to centre myself in the moment. Orthia’s cock taps against my pussy.
“That’s a good girl, Delphini,” she says, swallowing an amount of nerves I’ve not seen in her before.
“Wife,” I reply with urgency. “If you don’t fuck me with that, I will die. Horny and unsatisfied. And that’s not what you promised me.”
