Page 21 of The Teddy Bear's Prize

Tobias grabs the back of my thigh, pulling my leg to rest on his shoulder.

I yelp, trying to regain my balance, my palm splaying against the shower wall.

Black shadowy tendrils slip from between the tile, coiling around my forearm while others twine around my middle and my thigh to stabilize me, rooting me in place.

They’re warm and slick, like his tongue.

He takes his time, each lick methodical, like he’s learning me, memorizing every taste.

I close my eyes, lost in the lazy rhythm he set, letting water cascade over my head and down my shoulders, warmth spreading across my abdomen and drawing higher.

I could get used to this.

Tobias runs his tongue along the length of my pussy, dipping between my folds, each time it brushes over my clit I shudder.

He hums against my flesh, the sensation threatensto make my knees buckle. I rock my hips, seeking more. He flicks his tongue, once, teasingly.

“Tobias,” I gasp, my eyes fluttering open, digging my nails into his shoulder.

When I look down, thick dark translucent tendrils have coiled around my stomach, two creeping up and circling my breasts. They squeeze, their tapered tips rubbing back and forth over my nipples, the sensation almost overwhelming.

“What is it? Did I hurt you?” He stops, pulling away to look at me, his entire face has changed, the whites of his eyes have gone black and his red irises are practically glowing in the low light.

Fuck, am I into this?

It’s not even a question. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life. My sweet demon has gone feral with lust.

He sits back on his feet, panting, his thick cock resting heavily on his thigh. The tip is blushed a darker gray and I can almost see it pulsing in time with every movement of his shadows.Careful, little doe. They’re quite sensitive.

“No, I need more.”

“Tell me what you want, I will give you anything you desire.” He purrs, his tendrils tightening around my breasts.

At first the words die on my tongue, I’ve always felt so awkward asking for what I like in the bedroom. Usually it feels like my pleasure is an afterthought.

A new thicker tendril slithers up my leg, brushing over my sex, slipping between my folds, teasing and insistent.

“My clit,” I breathe.

His eyes darken, “You want me to suck on your clit?”

The thick tendril nudges against my pussy, almost stealing my breath away.

“Please,” I whimper.

Tobias’ mouth closes over my bundle of nerves, his tongue slow and teasing at first. The tentacle continues putting the slightest bit of pressure along my folds, my muscles tightening in anticipation.

It finally sinks into me, twisting and rolling against my walls. He chooses that moment to pull my clit between his lips and I see stars.

The shadows wind tighter, pulsing and twitching, making my orgasm roil through my body in what feels like endless waves. He doesn’t stop, his mouth fixed on my pussy as he growls and fucks me with his magic.

As I come down, his licks turn sharp, each one making me shake.

“Wait,” I whine, nudging at his shoulders, “It’s too much. I’m sensitive.”

He releases me immediately, his eyes glowing and hazy. I notice his own release dripping down his thigh. Slowly, the shadows retreat through the breaks in the tile.

We use the rest of the hot water to clean each other off. Nothing about this feels casual, from the soft reverent touches or the way he smiles down at me, pushing my wet hair away from my face.

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