Page 48 of Lost in the Dark

The bell rings and we dance around each other. I know he thinks I’m still the timid girl he once knew, and expects me to be on the defensive. So he doesn’t see it coming when I throw a right hook and clock him in the temple, snapping his head back. He whips around with a glare and comes at me, swinging hard. I dodge most of the hit, but it glances across my cheekbone, leaving a sting in its wake.

Annoyed, I go for a one-two: an uppercut with my right fist followed by a jab with my left. Both land soundly and he bounces backward, blood leaking from his nose. I’m not typically a violent person, I don’t think, but there’s something so satisfying about fighting back against a man who used and abused me so thoroughly.

He comes at me again, and manages to get in a solid hit to my jaw before the round ends. I return to my corner and lean down, spitting out the mouthguard so my cornerman can squirt water in my mouth. He grins at me, blue eyes twinkling.

“You’re doing great. You’ll beat him with no problem.”

It takes a minute, but I suddenly realize who this man is. Although he looks different, I’ve met him before. Somewhere…

“Callister?”

He nods. “I’m right here. Happy to watch you take Evan down to his knees. Knock the fucker out,” he says, and I laugh.

He pops the mouthguard back in and I stand, just in time for the bell to signal round two. Evan is strong and tough, but he’s not a seasoned boxer. With each successive round, I

get more hits in, until his lip is split and his eyes are black and swollen. He’s winded, panting heavily, his movements getting clumsier. It gives me the opening I need, and I hit him with a powerful hook to the side of his head. He wobbles comically, almost in slow motion, before collapsing in a heap. The ref blows his whistle and awards me the match: I officially knocked Evan out.

Callister hops in the ring and helps me out, then leads me to the locker room and unlaces my gloves, praising me the entire time. I’m tired and bruised, but I barely feel it. I’m high on the sensation of winning and I can’t stop smiling.

“That was incredible, Libra. You kicked his ass. I knew you would.”

I fling my arms around him in a delighted hug. Maybe I shouldn’t be so happy to have just beaten a man to a bloody pulp, but I’m no saint and he deserved it. I wrap my legs around Callister’s waist and he stands tall, holding me. I stare into those fathomless blue eyes for a moment, and before I know it, I’m kissing him, long and deep, like my life depends on it.

Without breaking the kiss, he walks, backing me into the shower and turning it on, letting warm water spill over us. Even as he holds me, he begins to transform. I should be horrified by it, but instead I’m fascinated at the way his skin tone changes to match his azure eyes and the way tentacles begin to sprout along his body.

He sets me down long enough to tear off my dripping clothes and then scoops me up again. While his arms support me, the tentacles being to explore my whole body, suction cups latching on to my nipples.

My euphoria at beating Evan quickly morphs into a different kind of pleasure.

There are more tentacles than I can count, all over me, stroking, giving me the loveliest massage. Two of them part my legs, almost inquisitively, and begin to probe me. A sucker clamps onto my clit, while the other tendril slips inside me, sucking at me from the inside. It’s a completely new sensation, and my knees go weak from it. Fortunately, Callister is still holding me up, my back braced against the shower wall.

He stands still as the water pours over us, watching me as his tentacles work me over. “Tell me how it feels,” he demands.

I gasp as all four cups suck hard in unison. “It’s amazing. I’ve never felt anything like this.” The tendril inside me eases its suction and begins thrusting gently, rubbing my G-spot as the other three continue to pulse against me.

I moan and tip my head back against the wall, unable to do anything other than surrender to the intense pleasure. All the interesting bumps and texture along the tentacle feel incredibly good.

This is unlike any sex I’ve ever had. All my most erogenous zones are being stimulated at once, and the way he controls the pressure and speed of the suckers is truly magnificent.

“I remember you liked this last time,” Callister says in a low voice, and then I feel a tentacle probing at my back entrance, entering me ever so slightly.

Usually during sex, I have some manner of control. I can adjust the pace of the thrusts or shift my angle or something. But with this, I’m completely at his mercy, suspended under warm water while my nipples, clit, G-spot, and more are flicked and tweaked into a swollen, pulsing frenzy.

Through the water, I can hear my own moans, how desperate and aroused I sound. I’m begging him, demanding more and more pleasure, and he’s giving it to me, touching me everywhere he can as he kisses and nibbles the sensitive part of my jaw.

The pleasure builds until I’m sure I’ll explode, and then the orgasm powers through me, strong and long. Endless pulses of pleasure shudder through my body over and over, and because the suckers on my nipples and clit are still attached, baby orgasms stack on top of the first one, leaving me coming for what seems like an hour.

I’m lost in it, limp and drowning, unable to even open my eyes. Every time I think it’s going to subside, Callister changes the pressure of a sucker or the speed of the thrusting tentacle, and I start coming again.

“My god,” I gasp when it finally relents.

Callister chuckles darkly. “The more you come, the more you’ll need to come,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “Soon, you’ll begin to crave what only I can give you.”

He wraps me up in his tentacles, fully supporting me, and then thrusts his huge, heavy blue cock deep inside me, leaving me gasping and moaning all over again. It’s covered with the same suckers and textures as his tentacles.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he asks, thrusting hard. “We’re just getting started.”

CALLISTER

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