Page 87 of Call of the Fathoms

“Fuck,” he groaned, and suddenly she was moving. She had no idea how he made her feel so small, but he lifted her as if she weighed nothing. Fortis spun her, so she was seated astride his tail with his cocks between her legs and her hands braced against his powerful stomach. Looking at him, she tried her best to keep her wits about her.

But she couldn’t stop herself from leaning down and licking the groove between his abs, just like she’d been wanting to do for such a long time.

He groaned, and those abs flexed against her tongue as he shifted forward to grab onto her hips. “Please don’t make me wait any longer, virago.”

Oh, she loved the sound of his begging. It was music to her ears, and she wanted to hear more of that.

Hissing out a breath, she flexed her thighs and lifted herself all the way above his cocks. This was daunting. She’d done a lot of scary things in her life, but never something like this. She’d even put her body at risk countless times, but this was different. This had a meaning and a purpose. It wasn’t pain she sought. That was easy to find. Pleasure was much harder.

She notched the head of him between her folds, feeling the strange slickness of him. She hadn’t really thought about the smooth texture of his skin when she’d had him in her mouth, but he was so smooth. So warm.

Rubbing him back and forth past her entrance, she coated him in all of her own wetness, hoping it would make all of this a little easier. And then, with a deep breath, she sank down on the tip of him. The strange sensation of fullness immediately hit her. It was like something had speared her, but she didn’t mind that it had. She held her breath, sinking down a little further, feeling the strange burn as he pressed against muscles that had been tight her entire life.

But then his clawed hands grabbed onto her hips, stilling her motions. “Easy, virago. You don’t have to take it all in one go.”

She inhaled sharply, looking up to see his expression had gone from creased pain to a softness that she rarely saw from him. He didn’t want this to hurt her, she realized. Somehow, that made all of this even easier.

Nodding, she let his hands guide her. Sitting up slowly, she let him pull back before gliding in again. Inch by ever so tantalizing inch, he stretched out her body. Not in one long go like she had intended, but in many glides that opened up herbody to him until he was able to thrust inside of her without any resistance.

It took time.

Patience.

Aching need as they both struggled to remember to breathe while they sought out a pleasure that felt like it might be earth shattering.

“Good,” he praised throughout all of it. “You’re doing well, virago. Just a bit more. Look at you, you’re doing amazing. Just a bit more. You can take a bit more.”

As her eyes rolled back in her head, he lifted her sharply off that cock and then... Where was the ease? Where was the glide? Suddenly she was pressed back down on a cock that wasn’t coated in all her slickness. Eyes bulging open, she looked down to see that he had moved her to the second cock. The first now pressed against her clit as he started the process all over again.

Her muscles clenched, her stomach seizing at the tiny movements that somehow weren’t enough to bring her to the edge but also felt so impossibly good. She just wanted to know what it was like to explode around his cock, and he was withholding that from her. With every movement, every shift, every inch that he stuffed inside of her, she wanted more.

More movement. More friction, more than what he was giving her right now.

“Fortis,” she moaned. “Please.”

“You’re not ready yet, virago.”

She slapped her hands down on his chest and glared. “If you don’t fuck me like you mean it, then I will get off of you and finish what you started.”

He glared at her, both of them suddenly realizing that this was a battle and neither of them wanted to lose. She saw his jaw grinding, the muscles in it working as he gave her a sharp nod and thrust up into her with one sharp movement.

She saw stars.

The thickness of him pressed against every inch of her body. Her inner walls fluttered around him, the beginning of an orgasm that she knew would bring about her end. Could she die from this? It felt like she might. Then he pulled out, so fast she almost gasped, only to shove back in and thrust all the air from her lungs with the movement.

His hands gripped her hips a little tighter, lifting her off his bottom cock and impaling her on the top. Though there was more friction with this one, it was still easy to take. She could feel the texture of him, the size, the shape of the tip that suddenly bottomed out inside of her as he reared up and cupped the back of her head.

Fortis devoured her lips, hungrily licking and biting while he shifted her up and down with his free hand. He controlled every moment. His powerful biceps flexed with each movement, drawing her up and down his cocks until he would suddenly shift her to the other. Over and over again, she was moved along each individual cock as she chased that high.

“Yes,” she hissed, reaching between them to press her fingers firmly against her clit. “Yes, please.”

“Are you going to come for me?” he asked, his mouth moving down to the junction where her shoulder and neck met. He bit down there, hard, and it somehow made her even more tense.

“Fuck,” she ground out as her muscles tensed.

And then she felt him come. She felt his cock twitch hard inside of her and then a burst of heat that filled her near to bursting. She’d never thought it would feel like that even as her muscles tensed and she came with him.

Throwing her head back, she hissed out a long breath as she rode the waves of her orgasm. And as she slowly wound down, she realized he was still playing with her clit. Toying with her with the edge of one of those impossibly sharp claws.

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