Page 58 of Call of the Fathoms

Had her breasts ever felt like this? The cold air made her nipples stiff, but this was even more. The tips were so sensitive.

“Beautiful,” he groaned. “Touch your nipples for me, virago. I want to know what noises you make while you play with them.”

Her fingers found those aching peaks, and she rolled them between her fingers. It made pleasure spike and somehow, a strange sensation speared between her legs. She was wet and aching, clenching around nothing as though her body wanted to be filled. She couldn’t breathe the same as before. All she could do was rock her hips against the floor.

She needed friction. Trying to close her legs, she found she could not. Both of his hands were on her legs, holding them open, forcing her to feel these sensations without doing what she wanted.

“Does that feel good?” he murmured, and she swore she felt his breath on her thigh. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“It feels... incredible.” She squeezed her breast harder, imagining it was his clawed hand. “I wish it was your hand.”

“What about it?”

“I want to feel your claws.” Fuck, it was more than that. “I want to feel them digging into my skin.”

The image of sharp little pricks, and how hot the beads of blood would feel slipping down her breast made her whine. That was exactly what she wanted. Not something soft, or delicate. She wanted raw and primal, to feel him rutting into her like an animal, taking what he wanted without asking.

“Careful. I can see you’re holding yourself hard enough to bruise.” Was that his breath on her stomach? She swore that was a fanning sensation of breath. “Now I want you to reach your pretty hand between your legs. You tell me what you find there.”

She swallowed hard. She’d been wanting to touch there, but also had no idea what to do once she did. Everyone she’d seen have sex seemed to enjoy it. What if she didn’t?

But the quiet rumble of his growl made it easier to delve her hands between her legs.

“Tell me,” he growled, as though it was the most important thing in the world.

“Warm and wet,” she whispered, although her voice shook. “It feels... so good.”

Another low, echoing growl. “Spread your legs wider, virago.”

She did, and then jumped at the sensation of his massive hand touching the zipper. He pulled it down as far as he could.She had no idea what she must look like, her stomach flexed to hold her upright with her legs spread wide and her fingers working between her thighs. All she knew was that this felt better than anything she’d ever experienced in her life. It felt right. It felt as though she was rushing toward something that she didn’t know how to grasp.

“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered. “Spread out before me like a banquet. I would feast upon if you if you let me, virago. There is nothing I want more than to taste you. Where your fingers are now, I would replace that with my tongue.” She swore there was another, wetter sound that followed his words. “I would devour you whole if you let me, until I could taste nothing but you.”

She couldn’t help herself. She opened her eyes to see that he wasn’t as close as she thought. He only had one hand on one of her ankles now, and the other... her gaze traveled down the roping muscles of his torso to see that he had not one, but two cocks. They were fully protruded, a lovely deep pink that melted into the same purple as the rest of him. He gripped the top one in a choking grasp, his eyes between her thighs as he rutted into his fist.

Something about that image made part of her break. Her fingers slid to the top of her pussy where it felt best, and her fingers circled that area faster and faster as her gaze locked upon his massive cocks.

“I can feel you staring at me, virago,” he growled, his voice impossibly lower. “Someday, I will make you take both of these cocks. You will learn how they feel inside you.”

“I don’t know if I can,” she whispered.

“Put your fingers inside yourself. I want to hear you.”

She did as she was told, and her cheeks flamed bright red. The sound of her fingers sliding inside her body was obscene, but somehow it was even better knowing that he wanted it. Thebase of his cock bulged, and the sound of his groan sent her tumbling into an oblivion she hadn’t realized existed.

With a hissing sound, she saw stars. It was beyond anything she’d ever imagined. One moment she was herself, and the next she was a clenching, needy beast who was seized by every muscle that burned.

She felt ropes of his cum splatter over her wetsuit and even that made her orgasm burn brighter, hotter. She peeled her eyes open again—when had she closed them?—to see him panting over her, one cock in his hand coated with an irridescent liquid, while the other was still very much hard.

Her eyes flicked up to his, and he grinned. “There are benefits to being with one of my kind,” he breathlessly said. “Once is never enough.”

Twenty-Four

Fortis

Fortis didn’t touch her. Not the entire time that her siren song called him with the way her body moved and how her entire being swayed with passion. He’d wanted to. He’d wanted to press his mouth between her legs and taste her passion, but he didn’t.

She was an achromo. He had no interest in her kind and he never would. But, somewhere deep inside his chest, he knew that was a lie.

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