“Your agreement suffices.” His voice is strained as he glances between me and the knife.
Taking a deep breath, I press the blade into his skin, watching deep blue rise to the surface and trickle down his torso as I say, “I accept this bond.”
I sway forward. The Curse twists inside me in both pleasure and pain, like it can’t decide whether it’s going to rip apart or evaporate into thin air. Ordus’ hands around my waist keep me steady. Our heavy breaths tangle together as we feel the weightof the union. He takes the blade from me and returns it to its place.
“What next?” I murmur against his cheek.
“Do you remember how well you fit me last time?” His deep voice curls around my body, ratcheting up the heat pumping through my veins.
My core tightens at the memory of being stretched around his tentacles. The pure bliss. The way he looked at me like he felt complete for the first time. I cup his cheek, silently telling him I want him to feel that every day—even if we don’t have many left.
I nod, and my throat bobs. Something hard and round presses against my core. I gasp, eyes flying wide open as the muscles in my core spasm.
“You’re going to do it again, except this time, I’m going to put my cock in you and spill my seed—” He breaks off on a strangled groan when I reach behind me to grip the bulb.
Oh dear God.
I don’t think it’s going to fit. The knot is wider than my hand. I can’t wrap my fingers around it or fist it properly, though it looked manageable the other time I saw him relieving himself.
“I don’t think—” Warm droplets of cum fall onto my legs.
His clawed hands dip beneath my dress and follow the curve of my thighs until the pointed edge of his nail runs over the seam of my saturated panties. “No? Were you not made for me?”
My brows draw into a frown. Is he teasing me right now?
Then my breath comes out in a rush when his clawed finger slides over my clit. The thin material is the only thing stopping me from feeling its sharpness.
A shiver rolls downmy spine. “You are my other half even if the Goddess did not deem it so.”
The corners of his lips curl into a smile. “You will fit, Cindi, because the only thing your sweet sex will ever need is my cockand feeling my seed fill your tight little hole. And one day, my sweet mate, you’re going to bear my cub.”
Ordus tears my panties in a single swipe, and the tip of a tentacle immediately fills me. I squeak in surprise, my inner walls tightening at the intrusion.
He captures my lips at my next gasp, and he sinks deeper into me, stretching me out to prepare me for his cock. My dress is reduced to shreds in the next heartbeat, then my bra, until there’s not a single thread on me. He doesn’t give me a chance to complain or process the sudden loss, because his suckers latch onto my clit, sending me to see the Goddess he claims exists.
Sparks explode behind my eyes, and I cry out against his lips as he thrusts his tentacles in and out of me. Pleasure reaches every inch of my body. My grip around his bulb must turn to steel, because he snarls, and more cum spurts over me. It’s hard to keep kissing him when all I want to do is throw my head back and scream.
The foreign entity poisoning my soul writhes, vibrating inside me angrily and excitedly. It makes my head spin at the same time as pressure rises in my core, growing as he pushes deeper, forcing me to take the thickness.
“You’re doing so well, little mate,” he croons.
Ordus kisses down my neck, sucking the delicate skin into his mouth to leave behind splotches of blues and reds. I can’t help but smile to myself. He’s leaving bruises on me, and I like the way they feel.
“Do you want me to stop?” Ordus asks, sensing the shift in my thoughts.
I shake my head, pushing my hips down onto his appendage. I try to lift myself up to ride it, but the Curse leaves me winded after the second grind. He leans back against the rock and uses his tentacles instead to yank me down onto him.
The motion takes me by such surprise, the pressure in my core reaches a detonation point. Pure, unbridled pressure surges through me. My nails dig into his shoulder as my screams echo through the caves. Ordus growls against my throat from the grip I have on his cock, but he doesn’t relent, using the opportunity to push another tentacle inside me.
My walls clamp around him. Eyes rolling to the back of my head, I massage his bulb in my fist. It never seems to get smaller.
He slips the appendage back out, thrusting into me with the single limb. Wiggling my hips back, I whimper, trying to seek out the fullness.
“More?” Ordus rasps. His suckers continue their torturous puckering at my clit, and I grunt in response, unable to form any words. “I don’t think so, mate. I need to hear you say it.”
He slides the second tentacle back in, only to pull it out.
“More,” I cry.
