Page 71 of The Pirate Queen of Ruin
Her words send fluttering through my heart as her lips press against mine, sealing them between us. The warmth that radiates from her sends vibrations of pleasure through me as my thoughts try to latch onto her promise. Trust is worth more than any proclamation of love. Loving someone is easy, loving someone will still get you hurt over and over again, but trusting them? There is no comparison in my world.
For as much as I loved my parents, I learned from a young age I could never trust them. Orthia giving me her trust is more than I could have ever asked for when I set out to make her accept me. Everything about us is falling into place and I have never known this much happiness and pleasure in all my life.
She breaks the kiss off with short pecks across my cheeks and jaw, sucking on the places Neela bit me to make sure I am marked tomorrow.
“This is about your pleasure,” I mumble over the words I need to say while her tongue tickles behind my ear. “When you’re ready to be done, we’re done. Don’t focus on finishing, just my mouth on your pussy.”
“Talk to me a bit more, wife. How are you going to lick me?”
The question makes my clit throb. She’s called me her wife again; she’s opening herself up to this new form of pleasure while staying in control, she’s asking me to talk dirty to her. One of her hands moves to hold my nape, her fingers sliding under the one loose curl at the back so she doesn’t tug it by accident. She moves my face to her neck. Love’s mark there is thin but the tangle of tentacles is somehow tightly woven together. An illusion to make it look like there are masses of them in such a small area. My breath shudders as I inhale, the scent of our patron leaking from her skin making my mouth water.
“I’ll start kissing your thighs and tentacles softly.” My lips meet the mark on her throat with reverence. I kiss around the mark to the front of her throat, hints of that addictive taste reaching my tongue. “Then I am going to lick the arousal from around your pussy.” I lower my head and tease the shallow valley between her breasts with my tongue. Orthia’s heart pounds in her chest as I look into her eyes again. “Once I’ve made sure I have had my first taste of you,” I say, lip hovering over one of her hard peaks, “I’m going to suck on your clit until you’re wet all over again.”
Her fingers flex on my nape, urging me forward until I flick my tongue over her nipple. She gasps softly, holding my hand tighter and arching into my mouth. I suck until her hips roll beneath me. She never takes her eyes off me. Orthia looks at me with anticipation and need, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as I gently bite down on her nipple before releasing it with a pop.
My tentacles slowly stretch my ass. Their slick glide into my hole is arousing but nowhere enough to get me off. The teases.
“Once I know you’re ready for more, I’ll fuck my tongue into your tight pussy and have you ride my face until you’re done with me,” I explain. “I’ll do those steps over and over again until you tell me to stop, until the world ends and there is nothing but the ocean for as far as the eye can see.”
“Then get to it, wife.” She grins.
“Yes, Captain.”
As her hand guides me the rest of the way down, my other hand grabs her knee and spreads it further apart. Orthia leans back into the bench and watches me. I follow the flush on her cheeks down to her pussy. The water of the bath laps at her puffy folds and the tentacles that have her spread open for me.
And I do as I told her I would. As much as I want her tentacles in my mouth, I only allow myself one teasing lick. My mouth waters for a taste of her. When I am finally at the apex of her thighs Love’s aphrodisiac hits my senses. It’s addictive, tart and divine all at once.
Above me, Orthia moans, and I crane my neck back to look at her through my lashes. She is glorious like this, flushed and desperate. Her hunger for me is something that I have seen glimpses of, but being under the full weight of it now only makes me crave it more. There is nothing I desire more than the taste of my captain, my wife, on my tongue.
“Fuck me,” she moans when my next lick over her pussy drags my tongue across her clit. “You are so fucking gorgeous with your tongue out for me. Come here.”
Her grip on my neck moves to my chin until I have to rise higher up out of the water. She looks at me, my mouth still open with my tongue teasing my bottom lip. My nipple tightens in the warm air, but it doesn’t even register when Orthia spits in my mouth.
It’s slow, lands right on my tongue and she holds my jaw firm enough to keep me from swallowing it. Her gaze is fully locked on my tongue, like she can’t believe what she’s done either.
“Such a good fucking girl, Delphini,” she growls and I can’t stop the smile on my face.
Orthia pulls me back to her pussy and I go straight for the kill. With her spit still on my tongue, I suck her hot clit into my mouth. My tongue rolls over the hood and she jerks up into me. My eyes close as I lose myself in the taste of her, in the way she holds my hand to her thigh. Everything I am right now is for her pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” she whimpers suddenly.
I look up and Love has suctioned two tentacles to her breasts. Her back is arched into them, eyes closed like she has completely lost herself in the moment, like she is finally allowing herself this release.
“Sweet one, make her come.”Love’s command brings tears to my eyes, words shaking me down to my core, overwhelming all over senses I have except for the taste of pomegranate on my tongue.
With one last flick of my tongue, I let go of Orthia’s clit and lick the arousal from her entrance. Her legs shake as I throw one over my shoulder, allowing her to pin me to the bench before I dip my tongue into her pussy.
“Yellow,” she gasps, and I pull my mouth away from her without letting go of her. “I need to be on top, to be more in control.”
“Thank you for telling me.” I kiss her thigh and slowly rise from the water.
Every breath she draws in has her chest heaving. Orthia is flushed head to toe, her body taking a slightly teal hue as tentacles emerge from her skin and recede again like the tide. Her body glistens with sweat and slick and I want to lick every inch of her.
“You are my everything,” she murmurs.
I lean in to kiss her, and she is already there. Her tentacle tongue sweeps into my mouth and my denied arousal surges another level higher.
I’m unsteady on my feet, my ass plugged with my tentacles and drunk off her pussy, but I make it up. Cookie hands me a large cushion from somewhere that’s wide enough for Orthia’s knees and me. It’s only then that I remember everyone is watching us. While it doesn’t bother me, it’s also not something that makes me hotter. It makes me want to be even better for my soulmate.
