Page 71 of The Thren's Fated

“Well? Bring Prince Rohieth to his throne.”

The two Thren scrambled to pull Screl toward the empty chair. They roughly shoved him to sit, his wrists still cuffed, and returned to their places at the edge of the dais.

“Come, human,” the Sovereign said with an eerie grin. “Come claim my offspring.”

Lena trembled as she stepped toward the throne, though Screl kept his eyes glued to the floor. Even as she stood before him, he refused to make eye contact with her. With one final glance around the room, she got to her knees, forcing him to look at her.

“Don’t do this, amoreth. Just go.”

Perhaps they weren’t so different, not when it came down to their essentials. They had both been irrevocably hurt by people who were meant to protect them and love them.

“I want to. Trust me,” she told him, the sensation of hearing his voice in her head becoming less strange as they communicated without speaking.

With his eyes on her, she unbuckled his pants, jerking them down just enough to reveal two cocks already standing at attention. Everything about him was an aphrodisiac, his eyes glimmering down at her and the scent of spice that permeated his skin, the ridges on his lower abdomen and the tentacles undulating weakly behind him.

She hated seeing him this way, and yet her body reacted on instinct as she reached for his lower cock and gripped the shaft firmly, her core aching with the need to be filled.

Screl seemed equally affected, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed down at her, muscled arms bulging as he strained to break free from his cuffs.

Lena gripped his thigh and nodded, trying to reassure him as she brought her lips to the tip of his cock, pressing a soft kiss against the tender flesh. The room was deathly silent as she circled her tongue around him, getting him good and wet before opening her mouth and sliding down his shaft.

Screl groaned, but didn’t let his eyes shut, watching her as she bobbed up and down on his cock. The ridges felt electric as they slid past her lips, and when his lower cock was dripping with saliva, she released him, moving quickly to the upper one.

There was something primal about the heat running through her, an urgent need to mate despite the fact that they were in a room with onlookers. Clearly the work of their previous joining, and yet it felt right, like this was where she belonged, on her knees for him.

Screl’s muscles were tense, as if he were trying to contain the desperation coursing through him, but she longed for them to be alone so he could let it all out. Finally, she gave his length one last wet kiss, precum making her mouth water and her body tremble with eagerness.

Lena got to her feet and, before she could second guess, she removed her pants, dropping them in a pile next to the throne. The rest of the room faded away as she straddled him, tentacles circling her waist and tangling in her hair without their normal vigor.

“Focus on us,” Screl said in her mind, and she nodded, every ounce of her attention already absorbed by the male in front of her.

Raising up, she wrapped one arm around his neck, using the other to grip his lower cock firmly. She used the tip to nudge her panties to the side, already wet with her arousal, and slid herself down, her body making room for each ridge as they sank into her one by one.

She knew she should try to be quick, but it was impossible not to linger on the sensation of euphoria filling her body. Now that she knew what was happening, what the strange heat meant, she wanted to cherish it, to focus on each and every nanosecond of pleasure.

“You are so beautiful, Lena.”

The words lit her up with joy, like the stars sparkling in the sky. Slowly, she settled into his lap, reveling in the fullness of his cock, her sweet warmth squeezing him tight. His upper cock throbbed against her clit, and she already felt dizzy, praying to whoever would listen that she could make it through this.

Lena raised up, almost letting his cock escape before sitting back down, letting the pleasure shoot up her spine like a bolt of lightning. Screl moaned, his mouth agape as his tentacles tightened their grip, fighting through the weakness.

All other sights and sounds faded from existence; there was nothing else besides her and Screl becoming one.

Each plunge sent fire racing through her, an orgasm building quickly as his upper cock raked across her clit. She gripped it hard, pressing it against her wetness so it stimulated her with each stroke, her legs quickly beginning to tremble between the bouncing motion and the pleasure coursing through her body.

“Come for me, amoreth. Come for me, and this will all be over. Let me fill you.”

Yes, over. She wanted this to be over.

No, she wanted this to never end—their bodies intertwined, their minds entangled like a mess of thorny roses.

Lena focused on her building climax, on Screl’s abs tensing and his arms straining to reach for her. Once they were free, they could continue this on and on for as long as they wished without any interruptions.

With a final plunge, pleasure jolted up her spine and tingled her limbs, every nerve aflame with desire. But she knew it wasn’t enough, wasn’t the full joining that would prove their bond.

As her cunt clamped onto Screl’s cock, he gritted his teeth, clearly trying to hold back until he was fully sheathed within her.

With trembling legs, Lena raised herself up once more, her juices squelching as she let his length slide out. She held his cocks together, maneuvering herself with some difficulty until they prodded at her entrance, her muscles relaxing on contact like her body knew what it needed to do.