Page 45 of The Thren's Fated

“Come in me,” she gasped, the words surprising even herself.

Screl slowed his thrusts, shaking his head with vehemence.

“Please.”

A strange impulse clawed at her, a need to be filled with his seed, though that normally wasn’t something that enticed her. It’s not like anything could happen if he did, her implant kept her safe from disease and pregnancy.

“No,” Screl said, resuming his pace with feral intensity.

Lena cried out, ready to protest, but he silenced her with a vicious click of his hips, sending a shock up her spine as his upper cock throbbed against her clit.

“You will take what I give you without complaint.”

Her words died on her tongue, and she focused on the building pleasure, the way he gazed down at her, her body shaking with each thrust.

A weak orgasm fluttered through her, a moan rumbling in her throat, and a moment later he was pulling out and dropping her ass back to the bed, spraying her body with thick streams of seed. The heat painting her stomach and chest was exquisite, though not what she wanted, a peculiar sense of loss enveloping her.

Tears trickled down her cheeks, Screl’s chest heaving as he sat back and stared at her with wide eyes. Always with that look of shock, like he was surprised by what he had done, though he was the one who had meticulously tied her up and tortured her.

Lena squirmed against the restraints, and he seemed to get the memo, crawling toward her and unlatching her one wrist at a time. Before she could rub the rawness from her flesh, he lifted her hand to his mouth, planting a tender kiss on her palm as her heart fluttered.

Screl massaged her arms with his tentacles, kneading the aching muscles as he raked a finger through the seed coating her chest. He pressed the finger to her lips, and she parted them immediately, taking in the sweet and salty caramel taste of his release.

Screl leaned forward, lapping up his cum just as he’d done with the Thren ale back at Ochin’s. A place she didn’t want to think about at the moment, not as she reveled in the blissful caresses of his wet tongues.

He brought his lips to hers, kissing her deeply and leaking seed into her mouth, letting it dribble down her chin and pool in the hollow of her neck. When her mouth was filled, he leaned down, licking across the flesh at her throat so as not to waste a drop.

Lena moaned, tears drying and body tempting to ignite again, though she was utterly spent.

Finally satisfied, Screl stood, scooping her into his arms and cradling her against his chest. She could fall asleep right then and there—a fanciful thought for someone who had struggled with insomnia her whole life—as he walked her to a blank wall, pressing a tentacle to the chrome and revealing another room.

It was an expansive bathroom, a glistening tub the focal point with a window showcasing a beautiful view of space.

“The toilet,” Screl said, a tentacle pressing a blank wall to open a door, another tentacle patting her ass and urging her forward.

Lena entered alone like a blissed-out automaton, doing her business and washing her hands before returning to the main space.

The tub was full, heated water sending swirls of steam into the air, Screl waiting awkwardly at its side.

“Get in,” he instructed, and she obeyed, too exhausted to do anything else.

The water was an immediate balm to her aching muscles, and she let out a low moan of satisfaction. Screl got in behind her, pulling her flush to his chest and splashing water from the tub.

It felt so good to be in his embrace, his arms circled around her middle and two of his tentacles dangling over her shoulders, lightly brushing her breasts. As she settled into the touch, the voice that had been pacified seemed to perk up once more, reminding her of her place.

You don’t belong here. He’s a prince and you’re a nobody. He doesn’t want you, is only toying with you. You need to go back to Henios before it’s too late.

“This isn’t right,” she whispered, pulling her knees up to her chest and trying not to tremble.

Screl brushed her hair over her shoulder, nuzzling her exposed neck.

“What are you talking about?”

“I need to go back.” Lena tilted her head, peering up at him. “To the station.”

“Do you? Why?”

He stroked a tentacle through her hair, caressing her in a way that made her shudder. She shook off the sensation, trying to focus on her thoughts, the small alarm going off in her head that was trying to warn her.