Page 45 of Sheltered in the Storm

“Yes. Yes.”

He slipped it in another few centimeters and undulated it, the tip stroking inside me, searching for that magical spot. I shuddered, my eyes closing. “Vos. More.”

The tip stroked lightly over my G-spot, and I cried out. “Oh, gods. Yes. Right there.”

“Look at your beautiful cunt stretch around my tentacle. You take me so well.” He nibbled at my ear again as his tentacle stroked my G-spot so lightly that I wanted to scream. “You cannot come until I say so this time, my Calla. We will come together. Say it.”

I had never submitted to anyone during sex, and I hadn’t wanted to until now. The thought hadn’t interested me, much less aroused me. I had never wanted to be told what to do either, and chafed mightily at every order I got after I escaped Ganai, even during my service in the Alliance Defense, when I knew taking orders was part of the deal.

So what had changed to make me want to obey him, and even beg for pleasure?

I felt safe with Vos, when no other partner had ever made me feel that way. And though Vos was giving me orders, I believed—Iknew—that he did so with my pleasure in mind, and that I could say no at any time and he would immediately respect that.

But I had a rebellious streak a light-year wide, so I said, “I’ll come when I please, Vos.”

Chuckling, he stroked his cock, then used the tip of that tentacle to gather up the lavender liquid that dripped from the opening. He brought the tentacle close to my lips. The smell of his precum, sweet and savory, reminded me of a pastry I’d loved while stationed on Fortusia. And its beautiful glow was almost mesmerizing.

“You will come when I say,” he murmured into my ear. “Beautiful Calla, you are mine and I am yours. Open your mouth.”

I shook my head no. Not because I didn’t want to taste him, but because I wanted to see what he would do.

He brushed his tentacle over my lips, coating them with his precum. When I didn’t open my mouth, he gathered up morelavender liquid and returned, this time prodding my lips as he stroked my G-spot more vigorously.

I couldn’t help it; I caught the tip of his tentacle in my mouth and sucked on it. His precum tasted so sweet and delicious, and the suckers plucked lightly at my lips and tongue. So many sensations, all of them exquisite. I groaned.

Trembling, Vos released my left leg to wrap that tentacle around his cock and stroke it fast and hard. At the same time, his tentacle in my pussy rubbed and vibrated against my G-spot. I wailed.

“Come for me, my Calla,” he grated into my ear.

I went over the edge so quickly, so hard, and so desperately that I threw my head back against his chest and screamed with one tentacle still in my mouth partially muffling my cry. My pussy clenched around his other tentacle as its tip continued to rub, making me gush again and again.

He kept his other tentacle in my mouth, holding it open as his beautiful cock spurted hot, glowing cum high into the air in thick ropes that splattered my face and body and landed on my tongue.

“Calla,” he groaned. He let go of me with one human arm and wrapped his hand around my throat ever so gently, holding me against him and still so he could aim his spurts of cum at my mouth. “Calla, fuck. Fuck.Fuck.”

The taste of his cum, the sensation of his hand on my throat, and his tentacle rubbing on my G-spot made my entire body tense and release in another soft orgasm that made my toes curl.

I could have moved now with his grip loosened, but I didn’t. I didn’t want to hurt myself and delay my healing process. I wanted to be well again so he could fuck me with that beautiful cock. And he’d told me to stay still, so I had to obey.

The last of his cum dribbled down his cock head as he withdrew his tentacle from my lips. I swallowed what had landed inmy mouth, licking my lips to savor the taste of him. I longed to lick his cock clean too, but a heavy, satisfied kind of exhaustion swept over me.

He withdrew his tentacle gently from my pussy and dragged his long tongue around and over its tip.

“I do not want to waste a drop of anything you give me,” Vos said, his gaze on mine. “Everything about you is a treasure.”

I could do nothing but tremble in his arms.

He turned on the water spigots to re-fill the tub. “My beautiful Calla,” he said, kissing my forehead. “I will wash us both, and then we will rest together.”

Nothing had ever sounded as good as that plan. “After all, Ididwant to get clean.” I was so tired now, but a good kind of tired. A satisfied, sated, treasured kind of tired.

He rested his chin on the top of my head as scalding water filled the tub. Heavenly. If he didn’t like the water being so hot, he didn’t let on.

“Calla,” he said.

“Mmm?” I closed my eyes and snuggled against his chest. His gills fluttered as the water level reached them. I liked that strange sensation.

“Do you have any regrets?” His body remained relaxed, but his voice sounded guarded. “Please tell me the truth.”

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