Page 36 of Two For Tea
They had learned much about human nature and manipulation, she realized when two curling tentacles hooked around her legs, stroking their way up. “My sweet one,” they crooned, a plush velvet press against her, “let me help you ease this agitation.”
Harper whimpered at the first stroke to her sex, as her leggings were drawn down. They pressed her flat to the table, ankles gripped in cool hands, rubbing the head of a bulbous tentacle to her always slick folds.
“Wait,” she yelped, wanting to do nothing more than close her eyes and let them fuck her into forgetting the murderous horse watching them. “Promise me you’re going to contact Holt. Because this thingisgoing to kill someone.”
Her breath caught as they pushed into her, her cunt sucking them in, inch by inch, greedy as always.
“And-and promise me you’ll ride the Ferris Wheel with me tonight. You don’t have to take a form, just . . . stay with me. I want you to see the view.”
She wheezed as they bottomed out, the tentacle writhing within her. The kelpie, she was positive, blinked.
“I promise, my sweet one.” A silky glide against her neck, cold black satin, like the best-dressed ghost in town. “After all . . . I am happily bound to do your bidding, always.”
