Page 104 of Secrets of the Void
She already had so many scars around her hips. They were almost like tattoos at this point. Silver marks of how much he loved her, and how readily he wanted to please her.
Because he did.
Oh, Proteus pleased her every single day.
To anyone who saw them, they likely would have thought another monster had caught a human and was slowly eating them. With her arms thrown over her head, her hair spread out on the floor, and with her pale back arched as it was, she probably looked a sight. And then there was him. This hulkingbehemoth of a sea monster was undine and yet not. With his mouth spread between her legs, his throat worked as he swallowed.
But he loved the taste of her. He lapped at her until she was dripping. Until she was so slick she could hear it.
That massive tongue plunged inside of her, working through her folds and then starting a pace she knew he would soon mimic. Her cries grew louder, filling the facility with the sounds of her pleasure.
She shattered. Far too quickly, as she always did. Fast and so hard it made her legs shake even as he rode with her through it. He always did that. Always wanted to feel every single tremble, every lingering pulse before he finally withdrew his tongue.
And then, only then did he loom over her.
When they'd first started this, he would close up his mouth long before she could see him. He didn't want to ruin the moment, he'd said. But she had told him time and time again, she loved every part of him. Even the monstrous parts.
Now, there was a beast on top of her. His mouth was split wide, both pieces glistening in the meager light. Thunder rumbled over them, and all she could see were teeth that could close over her skull at any minute.
The thrill of that hummed through her even as the head of his massive cock slotted between her legs. It still took work. Time. Effort for him to ease his way inside of her, and she loved every single minute of it.
Gasping, she reached between her legs to help him. The head of him was easy. She'd taken him so many times now, she knew what it was like to guide that slick head inside and to feel the burn of a stretch that always happened. But then there was more of him. The thickness of his cock only got thicker the closer they were to the base.
She took the lower one, so the top one could slide over her clit and give that friction she'd come to love.
He slid back out, plunging in deeper with a thrust that made her see stars. Proteus knew how far to go before it became actual pain. They'd practiced so many times now, he could have done it in his sleep to know exactly how far he could push her.
She released her grip on the cock inside her and instead clutched the one that wasn't. He loved it when she gripped him like this, holding onto the top cock and pressing it down hard against her belly. He worked inside of her and out, listening for the sound of her panting to know when to speed up and when to slow down.
Looking up, she felt her own jaw drop open in pleasure at the sight of her monster.
The light played across his shoulders, massive and bunched muscles that moved with every thrust. The way he licked his teeth, and the drool that gathered there because she knew he was dying to taste her.
Then the tentacles.
Ah, those damn hip tentacles got her every time. She always knew when he was close because they would wrap around her. He tasted her with them too, she knew, but they were so damn good at sucking. They latched onto her breasts, her clit, even his own cock. They helped her hold on to his cock that wasn't inside of her, pressing harder, so hard she thought it would hurt him if she tightened her fist even a little more.
He groaned, and the sound vibrated through her.
His pace stuttered, staggering with pleasure. He was close. He always was when he did that.
But she wanted a few more minutes. Time for lingering glances so she could remember this moment for all her days to come. The monster above her, inside her, all of it was sopicturesque that she didn't want to forget a single second of what they were doing.
The tentacles roped beneath her, prodding at the other entrance to her body that they were slowly starting to explore. As it writhed inside her, she couldn't stop herself.
Ellie came hard again, clenching around him as her pussy milked him for all it was worth.
That was all it took. He exploded, the sound of his pleasure so loud it made her ears ring. But she loved that too. She loved how loud he was, and how unashamed he had become at taking his pleasure when he hadn't even realized it was a reality for him to do.
She could feel every spray of his come, every rope of it that splashed through her insides and leaked out in a gush that simply could not be contained.
They were both breathing hard as they spiraled down from their pleasure. His mouth sealed back up again, as it always had to so he could speak, but then he looked down at her and chuckled.
He did that a lot lately. The sound was rusty, and sometimes it changed a bit, like he wasn't all that certain if it was the right sound at all. But every time she saw it for what it was.
A blessing.
A gift.
