Page 34 of The Thren's Fated

“Oh? Do you like them?”

Screl took a step closer, a grin on his face, and Lena backed up to avoid his grasp. Another game of cat and mouse, though this one ended quickly when her back pressed against the cool wall of the hull.

“M-Maybe,” she stammered, clearing her throat. “Do you?”

He narrowed his eyes, though the amused smile didn’t leave his face.

“I do not have much time for reading.”

“Is that the game you play with your escorts? You hold them down while they beg you to stop?”

She immediately regretted her words, her pulse quickening as Screl grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head with a snarl. He held them there with a tentacle, and she couldn’t shirk his grasp, the appendage impossibly strong.

He brought his face close, his breath tickling the skin of her neck as his hand wrapped around her throat.

“If you’re so curious about the games I play, then why not let me show you?”

He brought his mouth to her heated flesh, pressing a soft kiss against her neck, which forced an undignified whimper from her throat. That only made him chuckle, two tongues flicking out and tracing along her skin, fangs nipping at her ear. He breathed in deeply, like he was taking in her scent, a sensation which sent a shiver up her spine.

Lena gasped, trying to control her breaths even as arousal cascaded through her, sending shocks of need to her core.

Another tentacle traced its way up her leg, dragging the skirt of her dress up as it warmed her skin. There were no undergarments to stop him from delving through her slickness, a jolt electrifying her nerves as he stroked over her slit.

Lena cried out, trying to jerk her arms from where they were pinned, but it was fruitless.

“So wet for me, little human, and yet you resist. Do you want me to hold you down and fuck you?”

The words were abhorrent, and yet they sent a twinge through her, her cunt throbbing from the erotic threat.

With one last swipe, the tentacle slid in, and Lena gasped, slamming her eyes shut. It felt strange inside her, running against her inner walls and flicking repeatedly over the right spot. Her legs trembled, but Screl held her up, not letting her slide down the wall.

“You want me to spread your thighs and take what I want from you, don’t you, little pet?”

Lena moaned, trying to focus on the strange sensation of his tentacle and not his vile words, no matter how much they made her drip with need.

He was at her neck again, nipping at the sensitive skin and swirling circles with his tongue, marking her as his. A thought flashed through her mind, of how else he might mark her—with his seed—one which she tried to force back down to the depths of her psyche where it belonged.

She gasped when the tentacle slid out, but had no time to protest before it was prodding at her tight ring of muscle, pushing past the resistance as she cried out. He was far gentler than she expected, coaxing her open as her own slick arousal eased the tentacle’s way into her ass. There was pressure, but no pain, just her cunt throbbing with need as the appendage brushed over the gossamer-thin barrier inside her.

Another tentacle coiled up her leg, filling her cunt once more as the one in her ass thrust gently, more gently than she wanted.

“Does that feel good?” Screl asked, his voice hoarse as if he were experiencing the same lust as she.

Of course he was. He got off on holding women down, doing what he wanted to them whether they liked it or not. And as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she enjoyed it, being powerless while he gave her pleasure, played with her like a toy.

“Answer me,” he hissed, nibbling at her neck and adding to the sensations coursing through her.

“Yes…” she mumbled, wishing she could will her arousal away.

Screl chuckled, a tentacle brushing her hair and another flicking against her lips.

“I can fill you better than anyone else. Fill every hole until you’re a sobbing mess. You can cry and beg me not to, pretend you don’t like it, but I know what you want. Such a needy little pet.”

She didn’t want it to be true, but her body tensed as he brushed her interior with rhythmic strokes, gearing up for release.

His grip on her neck tightened, cutting off her breath, stars exploding behind her eyes as her orgasm slammed through her. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, just rocked her hips against his tentacles as he continued fucking her, her ass and cunt clamping down hard on their intrusions.

When her vision started graying, he finally released his grasp on her throat, petting his hand across her cheek in a gesture so tender that her eyes watered. Her chest heaved with shame, with anger, all manner of emotions whirling through her like a tempest.