Page 27 of Hollyhocks

I can’t risk it.

Even if he saw me outside of his dreams, he would be saying something completely different. He may say he has always wanted me, but that’s the succubus power controlling his mind. He is emanating desire, and my body is soaking it up, feeding me like a king would his queen.

I have to have him while I can.

He’s the reason for my existence. I was created to be his and his alone.

I rake my fingers down his chest, dipping my tongue into his belly button, and he tosses his head back in his dream. What I love about manipulating thoughts is I can do whatever I want. I don’t have to unbutton his jeans or lower his zipper. If I imagine him naked, he’ll be naked.

When I get to the edge of the sheet covering what I so desperately want to see, my fangs scrape across his hip bone, and he hisses.

“Be a good boy, Fitz. You’re going to give me your come. I can’t live without it. I need to taste it. I need you bound to me. Can you do that for me?”

“I’ll give you whatever you fucking want. Please, don’t stop.”

I rip the blanket from his body, uncovering what I’ve been wanting to see since the moment I met him.

“Oh, Fitz,” I gasp, palming his thick weight in my hand. “You’re perfect.” He isn’t too long. I’d say he is more on the average side, but he is thick. I wrap one hand around the rock-solid length and my fingers don’t touch. I can’t wait for my tentacles to wrap around him, my cunt stretching as he pushes inside me, claiming me as his mate.

There’s a vein traveling the impressive girth. I swirl my tentacled tongue around it, the appendage waving, the suckers moving and massaging him before I suck him into my mouth.

His grip tightens on my horns the moment I suck the wide crown into my mouth, tracing the outline with my tongue. His knees tremble in our escape together by the van, but even in this bed, a slight tremor vibrates his body.

A sardonic grin takes over my face knowing I have such an intense effect on him.

“My own monster,” he gasps when I take him to the back of my throat. “Fuck, that thought alone will make me come.”

“Not yet,” I tell him, licking the bead of precome from the slit. “I don’t want you to spill down my throat. I need you to breedme, Fitz. Are you going to fill me to the brim? Are you going to make sure you claim my womb?”

He rips me from his cock, pulls me to my feet by my horns, and grabs my shorts. Fitz rips the button free, the zipper breaking. My wild mate tugs the shorts down, letting me know loud and clear what he wants.

“Such a naughty boy. You can’t wait, can you? Only good boys get to come.”

“I’m the best fucking boy. I’ll be your good boy. I need you so much. I need to feel you.”

I ignore him, continuing to suck his hard cock. The tip is a light dusty red. His entire length is filled with so much blood, that it almost looks like he is in pain.

“Such an impressive cock, Fitz. I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this. I wanted to so badly get on my knees for you by the van. I would have too. You just say when and where, and my mouth is yours to use.”

I cup him between his legs, rolling his orbs in my palm. His sack is pulled tight, the filled orbs dying to release. I kiss them, suck one into my mouth, then the other, wishing I had all the time in the world to have my way with him.

But he’ll wake for work in a few hours and there’s so much I want to do.

I drag myself up his body, my tight beaded nipples scrape over the dips of his abdomen. His breathing is quick and shallow. He fists the sheets under him, twisting them so hard his knuckles turn white.

“Relax, My Sweet Doe.” I grab his hand and kiss his strained knuckles. “I’m going to take such good care of you.” I kneel over his lap, staring down to watch my tentacles wrap around his cock.

His mouth drops open, his eyes shine a brighter purple as the dream changes, and I have him flat on his back in the van. I’mprojecting into his mind what I’m doing to him in real-time. I don’t want him to dream of anything else right now but our first time together.

I might not be able to have him in the day, but he is all mine when the darkness falls. He won’t ever be allowed to be with anyone else. His loneliness will be cured, and he’ll have no idea why.

Maybe one day I’ll tell him, and he’ll figure out a way to forgive me.

His forgiveness can be earned when he remembers my love and want for him.

“Holly,” he croaks, slapping his hand on the inside wall of the van. “Fuck. Oh my God—” his eyes round when he sees the tentacles massaging his cock, up and down, twisting and turning, the suckers moving at their own rate. “You have to stop. You have to. I can’t hold back. I’m going to—I’m going to—” White streams erupt from his cock, splashing against my pussy. The wild white ropes drench my tentacles, and I can taste the saltiness of his come on my tongue as if I’ve licked him clean.

His entire body jerks when the tentacles continue to stroke him. Sweat drips from his temples. He is falling apart and the only person who can catch him wants to enjoy the tumble through the unknown. To taste his fear, the nerves, and the panic.

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