Page 81 of Sheltered in the Storm

After a lifetime of never sleeping soundly, always ready for danger to strike, I slept well now, and had for a long time. I had found peace with my mate at my side. My weapons remained within easy reach, but I no longer slept with them beside me.

Silently, I rose from our bed and slipped into the front room of our house. The odors of construction hung in the air. We had purchased a second housing capsule, an expansion that doubled the size of our home. I took great pride in the work we had done. Calla had worked as hard as me, perhaps even more so. Our gardens had expanded as well, and blooming plants now filled flowerbeds on two sides of our house.

My Calla stood at the front window in her nightgown, looking out through the rain toward the swamp. I could not seeher face from this angle, but her hunched shoulders and the smell of tears caused a knot of worry to form in my stomach.

I reached her in a heartsbeat. “What is wrong, my mate?” I asked, wrapping my human arms around her. My tentacles plucked at her nightgown in worry.

She turned in my arms to face me. Tears streaked her cheeks, but she smiled. “I was just thinking how quickly three years have gone.”

“Three years tonight.” I kissed her forehead. “I wondered if you would remember.”

“I do—at least, I remember the date.” She rested her head against my chest. “I remember so little of that night.”

“I remember every moment, every detail.” I held her gently, my hand on the back of her head to comfort her. “I struggle to recall anything before that night, but every day after you fell from the sky, I see clearly.”

“Good answer.” She smiled up at me, her eyes shimmering. “You’ve always got the right answer, don’t you?”

“Always.” I wiped her tears away with my thumbs. “What keeps you awake, my mate? Did Poe shut the door too loudly going outside?”

Calla shook her head. “No, the usual.”

“But which usual?” I asked, frowning. I rested my hands on the swell of her belly, still three months from term. “Our child is restless? Or…?”

“No, the other thing.” She sighed. “Both you and the doctor said it’s common in pregnancy, especially with a half-human, half-Fortusian child, but I miss getting a full night’s sleep without waking up desperate for orgasms.” Her sweet lips turned up in a wry smile. “And I’m sure you miss uninterrupted sleep too.”

I cupped her cheek with my hand. “My mate, I have told you: nothing about you could ever be a burden to me, least of all your pleasure.”

Her eyes lit up with hope. “Then you wouldn’t mind…?”

In answer, I led her back to our bedroom. We left our nightclothes on the floor and settled on the bed with her on her back and me between her thighs, my hands under her hips and my tentacles caressing and then coiling around her legs to hold her gently but firmly. Her hands and arms, I allowed to be free.

My Calla already dripped for me. Lovingly, I delved my tongue into her slit. Sweet as honey, my mate. Ambrosia. She grabbed me by the hair, her fingers twisting through the strands for a better grip.

When I slipped two fingers into her beautiful cunt, she gasped and trembled. “I’m almost there already,” she panted. “Gods, I need you so badly.”

“I know, my love.” As my tentacles pushed her legs wider for me, I sucked on her clit, flicking the sweet nub with my tongue, while my fingers stroked within her, seeking and finding the place that made her thrash in my embrace. As she had predicted, she came in moments, grinding against my face and fingers and calling my name.

I took advantage of her relaxation to coat the tip of one tentacle with my slick precum and press it into her asshole. She cried out as it dipped inside her just enough to make her pussy flutter around my fingers.

I gave her two more orgasms like that, with my fingers in her cunt, my tentacle tip in her ass, and my mouth on her sweet clit, until she had screamed my name and begged for mercy and my cock was hard as stone and aching.

When she had caught her breath, I rolled to my back and used my tentacles to lift and then settle her facing me, knees astride my hips.

“Put your tentacle back in my ass,” she said, her pussy poised over my cock head, her sweet juices dripping onto me.

Gods above, my Calla.

I swirled my tentacle tip around my cock to gather up morelubrication. And then as she took my cock into her cunt, I slipped it into her ass.

Her eyes rolled up and she moaned. “Yes,” she breathed. “Fuck my ass, Vos. Please.”

I did—or rather, she fucked my cock and my tentacle, riding them as I held her with my hands on her hips and my tentacles teasing her heavy breasts and swollen clit. I drank in her taste, her scent, her cries, and let her come as many times as she pleased because she was so beautiful when she came with her sweet pussy stretched around my cock.

Eventually, she grew tired. Sweat shimmered on her face and body in the moonlight that poured into our room through the window. I wrapped her in my tentacles and eased her off my cock.

“Will you come on my face tonight, my mate?” she asked, breathing hard in my embrace. “Mark me as your own?”

Few things pleased me more than doing so, but tonight I wanted something else.

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