Page 26 of Ocean of Sin and Starlight

I reach out with one leg, pointing my toes at him teasingly, rubbing them up the hard muscle of his thigh, up, up, up. Despite his black clothing, I can already see that he’s hard.

He swallows, and I see him trying to think, trying to use logic.

“Grab my foot,” I tell him, giving him a starting point.

He slowly reaches down and takes my foot in his hand just before I can rub against his erection pushing against the front of his trousers. His fingers are strong and hard, his palm surprisingly warm. I didn’t realize how good it felt to have your feet held. Our tails are so tough and scaley we don’t feel much of anything.

Carefully, he grabs my calf with his other hand and gives it a soft squeeze, supporting it and alleviating some of the pressure on my shoulders. Then, while his eyes are locked to mine, he raises my foot up to his mouth, my knee bending.

My breath hitches, wondering what he’s about to do.

He presses my largest toe against his lips.

Please don’t tell me he’s about to eat my toes before I have a chance to enjoy them.

But when he opens his mouth, he gently sucks my toe. His teeth don’t make an appearance.

My eyes flutter closed, head back against the wood, because I’ve never felt anything like this before. Is this normal for humans? Toe-sucking? Or is it because every part of me is brand new?

“Does that feel good?” he murmurs as he pulls my toe out of his mouth, caressing it with his tongue as he keeps staring at me intently.

I nod, letting out a breathless moan. It does feel good, especially as I start imagining what that tongue might feel like on other parts of me. Still, I am exaggerating, because I know the more aroused I seem, the more he’s going to want to explore the rest of me.

And the more I can exploit his weaknesses.

His gaze drops to my mouth, then to my breasts, my nipples hardening from the graze of his tongue, then to my belly and the shadows between my thighs. His nostrils flare, and I realize he’s sniffing me. A muscle feathers on his jaw, his pupils expanding until his eyes seem black.

He starts running his tongue over the top of my foot now, his hands working their way down my calf, the surprisingly sensitive spot under my knee, down my thighs.

Then he lowers my leg back down, seeming to hesitate, but I take the opportunity to wrap my legs around his waist. It’s keeping me supported and him enclosed.

A trap.

His gaze falls between my legs, and he inhales sharply again.

“Please,” I whisper to him. “Touch me there. I need to know if I can feel.”

He frowns, but it’s a look of utter helplessness.

I bite my lip, but I’m really biting back my smile.

I might be the one nailed to a cross, but I’m finally in control.

Chapter Nine

PRIEST

Larimar’s words ring in my head.

Touch me.

Touch me there.

And there is no mistaking what she means.

Her supple, surprisingly strong legs are wrapped around my waist, her heels touching at the small of my back, and directly in front of my hardened cock is her cunt. Small, wet, so perfectly pink.

I think I might burst into flames. Damnation is coming for me in one fell swoop.

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