Page 26 of Seducing Scylla
I tenderly peel the fabric down her legs, leaving her completely bared to me yet hidden beneath the water. That will not do. I wish to see my mate and the want between her thighs as I make her come apart. Watch her soft creamy belly writhe and her breasts bounce beneath my ministrations.
I lift her from the water, placing her on the edge of the hot pool, her legs dangling in the water.
“Wha—” Confusion marks her brow.
“I wish to see you. All of you.”
“Oh.” Her face flushes pink before she leans back onto her elbows and spreads her legs for me, her sex on full display.
“Is this better?”
I feel as if my soul has left my body. She is so perfect.
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Ifeel vulnerable with my legs parted, naked and exposed, both literally and figuratively, but with every hungry pass of Scylla’s eyes, my confidence blooms. I want her to touch me again, the heat between us has built to a crescendo and I’m hungry for release. I’m hungry for her. She makes me feel like the most beautiful creature to have ever walked the earth. Any bit of nervousness fled from me the moment she asked me if I wanted to continue. The power those few words granted me, knowing what happens or does not happen is completely up to me. To say it was hot would be an understatement.
Drops of water trail over the hills and valleys of my body, mingling with the warm air to make me shiver. Scylla’s tentacles trail across my skin, their slickness gliding over my arms, stomach, and thighs, the feeling an overwhelming sensation.
“I want to taste you,” Scylla rasps, hunger flashing in her eyes.
Biting my lip, I widen my legs further for her, granting her access to the wetness pooling between my thighs. With her tentacles, she picks me up and brings me closer to the edge, so I’m almost hanging over it. She continues to cradle me, supporting my body while two tentacles hold my legs even wider, their suckers latching onto my ankles to spread me open.
Her mouth dips to my mound, her tongue darting out to part my lips while her hands grip the fleshy parts of my ass. My back arches as she brings her mouth to the ache between my legs, her tongue laving at my clit before dipping inside me. We both groan at the same time. I watch her, my lids hooded as she feasts on me, tasting and teasing. The sharp tips of her teeth add a little fear mixed with excitement as she gently nips at the insides of my thigh, knowing if she wanted to, she could quite literally take a bite out of me.
“More,” I moan, desperate to be filled.
Scylla continues to lap at my sex, her tongue twirling around my clit, almost lazily, as if savoring every moment. A tentacle joins her tongue, the limb smooth and slick, adding to my already wet folds. Scylla’s gaze flicks up to meet mine, her tentacle rubbing between my legs and teasing at myentrance.
I nod quickly, unable to speak, the tension slowly building in my abdomen.
Tentatively, Scylla’s thick tentacle eases past my entrance, the slickness of us combining to aid in its endeavor. I feel it stretching me, a satisfying fullness as she fills my core.
I choke on a groan. Scylla’s tongue and teeth work on my clit while her tentacle pumps in and out of me.
“Oh god,” I cry, feeling my climax build.
A tentacle wraps itself around my hair and tugs my head back. Oh. I think I like that.
“There are no gods here. Just you and I,” Scylla hisses, the removal of her mouth from my clit has me whimpering with need.
“Don’t stop!”
Scylla chuckles darkly, replacing her mouth with another tentacle, the sucker latching onto my clit while the other one continues to work me over.
“Scylla!”
I jolt at the sensation, the suction an entirely new feeling. She leans over me, nipping at my bottom lip and chasing it with her tongue. I open my mouth for her greedily, our tongues dancingtogether. Tentacles massage my breasts, suckers latching onto my nipples and any bare skin they lay across. She devours me entirely, our bodies entangled so thoroughly as I reach the peak of pleasure, my internal walls tightening and pulsing against her.
I cry out, fingers digging into the silky skin of her back as my release takes hold. Sweat beads across my forehead from the warmth permeating the cave. I feel limp and tingly all over, a pleasant ache thrumming between my thighs as Scylla disentangles herself from my body.
Satisfaction reflects on her face as she picks me up and brings me back into the water, the warmth chasing away any aches I sustained.
“Did I pleasure you to your liking?” Scylla spins me so my back is against her chest as her hands rub the tension out of my shoulders and her tentacles do the same against my limbs beneath the water, cleaning my release from my body.
I laugh. “You’re kidding, right?”
