Page 46 of Echoes of the Tide

She opened her mouth, closed it, and then appeared lost for words. But she shifted on him, rolling those hips again until she was a little higher on his tail and his cocks were cushioned by the softness of her ass. Divinity. That was all he could think.

Her hand grabbed his and slid it down the front of her pants. His fingers were met by short hair, distracting him until he then found a soft wet heat that was so intriguing. Her head had tilted back again, pressed to his tail even as her mouth dropped open.

Sliding his fingers through the wetness to her core, he drew them back in the same path and listened to the deep groan form in the center of her body, then release from her mouth. It echoed in the cavern, the sound of her need making him wild.

She pushed her pants halfway down her thighs, giving him more room and more sights to see. His cocks kicked against her bottom, and suddenly she was grinding against him. Rocking against the heat of him from behind, while also rocking against his fingers.

He had to be careful with his claws. Vowing to bite them all clean off, he pinched his fingers together so there was more texture from his webbed fingers for her to ride. He helped her along the way, easing his fingers back and forth.

But it was her movements that captivated him. Pressing against his cocks so that they were rubbing against her. Faster, harder, rougher, until one of his cocks slid up between them. And now he was pressed against the core of her. The heat thathad captivated him from the very first moment she’d been close enough for him to realize where it was coming from.

The sound he made was somewhere between a groan and a hiss. He started to shift away, not wanting to overwhelm her with the feeling of him, but she gasped out a rough, “Don’t move!”

And then that wonderful, magical woman did something he never expected. She reached her hand between them and planted her palm against his cock. Pre-cum dripped out of the tip, making it so easy for him to slide against that talented little palm. Her fingers pressed him harder between her legs where his own hand was. He could feel the two of them so easily. Her heat, his hand, his cock, her hand. All of it was nearly too much.

He hissed again, knowing that he must look crazed. His gills were fluttering so hard he could feel the wind of it. A bead of sweat rolled down between her breasts even as she opened her eyes to stare up at him. And maybe she didn’t think of him as a monster, because the moment their gazes met, he could see only her desire.

“Move your hand, little one. Stroke me,” he rasped. “You feel so good.”

Those eyes rolled back again, and then she was holding him harder, rocking her hips faster. He stayed still, shifting his fingers, moving them in a wave so he could press against every part of her that rubbed against him. He wanted to know what would happen next. His people enjoyed sex, but it was always so bloody. He wanted to know what it was like to watch her kind fall apart.

And then... Then it happened. He felt her tense against him, felt the throb against his fingers and webs even as her mouth fell open in silence. Then there was the little groan, the aching need that boiled out of her throat and he lost himself as well.

He came hard, both of his cocks twitching against her as he shot over both her belly and up her back. His cum coated her, and something deep inside of him clicked into place. Like this was right. Like she should be coated in his scent so that no other male would ever dare to come near her.

He felt a little undone as he stared down at her. The looseness of her hips, the release of tension that had been bothering her. All of it was his doing. He’d done this.

Maketes gave her a few more pets that had her twitching before he freed his fingers. Even then, he watched her as he pressed his slick hand to the glimmering cum on her stomach, smearing their pleasure together and gliding his hand up to frame her breast.

“So pretty,” he murmured, running his thumb over her nipple. “But next time you’ll scream for me. We both know you can be louder.”

CHAPTER 19

She didn’t know what to say or what to do. Her entire body was limp, liquid, far more relaxed than she had been since... forever. She couldn’t remember a time when she was more relaxed than she was in this moment.

And for once, she wasn’t worried about what she looked like. She didn’t care that he was staring at her, or wondering if she looked good spread out across his lap. She didn’t fear that he wouldn’t like her soft belly, or that her hair must be tangled and sticking up at all angles. None of that mattered. It didn’t even matter that her glasses were nearly halfway down her nose.

All that mattered was that her body felt so good.

She’d made herself come many times in her life. It was a fun pastime and necessary for a bored teenager. But no one else had ever made her come.

Ace hadn’t realized just how fulfilling that would be. To have someone else that she trusted enough to actually put his hands on her, to make her feel like she was pretty. Worthy. Wanted.

He’d made her see stars in that experience. She didn’t care that she was a little lost in life. It didn’t matter that the key was no closer to her grasp or that her sister had no idea what threats were coming for her. All that mattered was the liquid feelingof her muscles and the sensation of his tail moving behind her back.

Or was that his cock? She realized the slight movement must be his cocks going back to wherever he hid them, because the other one slid between her legs and seemingly disappeared as well.

Two. He had two cocks, and that was a surprise she hadn’t been expecting. The undines differed from humans, obviously. She’d been expecting that. But she hadn’t thought they would have two massive cocks that made her want to do a lot more than just rub up against them.

But rubbing against them had been good, too. She would do that again.

Looking up at Maketes, she didn’t feel fear when she noticed their differences again. His gills were flat against his face again, smooth as they usually were. They became streaking highlights of yellow that made his cheekbones look even sharper. And those dark eyes that once had made her nervous, now all she saw was the depth of emotion in them.

He was handsome. Far more handsome than she had ever given their kind credit for. From the hollows of his strong neck muscles to his incredibly sculpted chest, all the way down to the “v” muscles that narrowed into his tail which was the loveliest yellow color, all of it captivated her.

She wanted more of him. More of this. Whatever it was between them, and she was hesitant to even define what it was, that was what she wanted.

More. That’s all she could think. More of everything and anything until she was glutted on him.

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