I meet his eyes, and my chest warms as I see his need there, his pain, his hunger.
Wrenching my gaze from his stormy eyes, I look down at his cock and his…stilma. They wiggle like hands, and for a moment, I’m scared before I decide to lie back and embrace all of him. I refuse to look away as he lies between my legs. He kisses me softly, as if in thanks, and then I jerk at the first touch of his stilma. One tentacle strokes my pussy, almost petting me, and it should be weird and off-putting, but the soft yet sturdy feel of it has me moaning and grinding into that length.
“Oh, shit,” I whisper, and then I scream into his mouth when that stilma moves higher. It has suckers like an actual tentacle, and it seals over my clit.
And sucks hard.
Chuckling, he breaks the kiss as the constant suction has me grinding into his cock, dripping all over him. Incomprehensible words roll off my tongue as my eyes almost cross at the pressure. “I thought you might like that,” he purrs. “And it will stay there while I fuck this tight little pussy, sucking you the entire time until you come so many times you can’t think, never mind sass me.”
He’s right—I can’t think, let alone speak, and when I feel the blunt tip of his cock at my entrance, I let out a whine.
“Measma,” he purrs as he leans down and kisses me. At the same time, he jerks his hips and slams into me. The sudden invasion of his huge length mixed with the suction has me seeing stars. I explode in another orgasm, and he kisses me through it, holding me tight. “Good girl,” he praises, peppering my face with featherlight kisses, stilling inside of me as I pant and writhe beneath him. “Such a good girl, taking all of me. That’s it, relax for me. Good girl.”
“Fucking move!” I demand, kicking his ass as I wrap my legs and arms around him and try to take him deeper. That constant sucking on my oversensitive clit builds me back up again, making me crazed.
He pulls out and hammers back in, making me cry out, so I lean forward and bite his shoulder to muffle my sounds, groaning into his skin. He pulls me away gently and sits back, his teeth bared and neck strained as he hoists my legs up and starts to pound into me in rough, brutal strokes that push me harder onto his stilma.
His cock isn’t solid like normal, no. When he slides it inside me, it’s hard like steel, but then it seems to move of its own accord, growing, twisting, and seeking until I realize there’s a sucker there too. It latches onto that spot inside me that has me screaming.
My knees are up in the air, my legs held in his grip, and then he starts to move again, smirking down at me as the sucker detaches before his cock slides out and back in.
“Oh god!” I try to cut off the scream, but it’s no use, so instead, I lift my arm and bite into the skin there, not wanting the orcs to come investigate. Absolute bliss pounds through me from his talented stilma. It spirals higher and higher, never ebbing, even after I come three times. It leaves me boneless, just able to cry out as he pulls more and more pleasure from my body with each draw on my clit.
My eyes widen as another sucker slides down my ass and, before I can protest, the tentacle parts my cheeks and seals against my hole, sucking, throbbing, and pulsing.
I scream harder, fracturing around him.
Groaning, he fights my milking channel, watching me explode for him, and then, with a snarl, he flips me. He drags my ass into the air and pummels into me, his balls slapping against me as he takes me. I scratch at the floor, my back bowing as I push back to meet him. Both of his stilma still work me as his incredible cock fills me.
“Measma.” He grunts. “So beautiful, so perfect.” He groans. “So close—Waves, you feel too good,” he rumbles, and in the next second, his hips stutter and then he slams so hard inside me, it almost hurts. That internal sucker latches on, driving me higher as he comes with a hoarse yell, filling me with his release. At the same time, the stilma at my ass slides inside me, triggering another release that has my entire body giving out as I squirt around him.
I ride the waves of pleasure that never seem to stop until he gently pulls out of me and removes his stilma. He lets me collapse with a whimper before gathering me in his arms, kissing my shoulder and neck. He murmurs words of praise only for my ears, making me smile, even as I try to stay awake.
I struggle to breathe, my body limp and floating, but I start to come back when I hear clapping.
Furrowing my brow, I force my eyes open and turn my head to see the others at the doors of their cells, all watching, and Bracken…Bracken is clapping.
“Bravo, I mean it. I’ve never had a man, but you really do have me wondering with a talent like that.”
I can’t help but laugh and look back at Zetros. “Stilma fucking rock,” I mutter, and they all laugh with me.
* * *
I wishI could say I sat and made a plan or tried to escape, but in actuality, I just lounge limply in Zee’s arms, letting him hold me. My entire body throbs with exhaustion and satisfaction after our coupling.
If we are to die soon, I plan to make the most of it.
“I have a sister,” I find myself sharing.
I hear them all moving and know they are listening, but I don’t look. I watch the opposite wall. They have given so much of themselves to me, it’s only fair I do the same. “She’s older than me, but I always protected her, especially from my father.” Zee’s arms tighten around me, silently offering me comfort. “He’s a cruel man.” I laugh bitterly. “He loved to beat me. There, I had no life, no decision. I was just property, but my sister? She was happy. She was in love, and then the hunt came and she was selected. I couldn’t let it be her. I had already lost hope, lost my way, but she hadn’t. I knew I had to save her one last time, so I volunteered.” I meet their eyes through the bars, seeing their shock. “I volunteered to come to the Dead Lands, to take her place, because I was already dead inside.”
“Goldie,” Bracken whispers.
I smile sadly at him. “How strange that in the one place in this land I shouldn’t, a place literally called Dead, it’s the only place I feel alive? Feel free? I could die at every single moment, yet I’ve never felt so at home, so at peace. How messed up is that? What I’m trying to say is, even if this is the end, even if I die here, it’s okay, because I was supposed to die a long time ago, and at least here and now, it’s my choice, and I go to death free and happy. For once, it would be my choice.”
“You are not dying here,” Grim snaps.
“You’re not. We will think of something,” Nero adds, but I just smile sadly and lean into a silent Zetros.
