Page 18 of An Intimate Excerpt from the Diary of Our Lady

"You."

He met my eyes as the tentacle slipped inside me, his gaze focused and intent. My mouth dropped open in shock as I saw what he meant. Though it was small and smooth, the tentacle felt like it was spearing me full.

He didn't say anything, but Orcus did raise his brows in a way that felt very much like he knew exactly what he was doing, and was gratified that now I did too.

"Someday," he whispered, suddenly so tender. "I will truly earn your trust as well as your obedience."

Tears pricked at my eyes. "I'm trying."

"I know." He smiled, at first tender, but I caught a glint of mischief just as his tentaclewrithedwithin me.

It was... everything. Obscene, decadent, teasing and insistent. He stroked along my inside walls, finding a spot so sensitive I shuddered. He pressed into me, grinning wide, his sharp teeth glinting in the firelight. I clung to his shoulders, desperate and hungry for more. I wanted whatever he deemed came next, whatever he would give me. It should have been baffling to me that he acted as if he knew my own body better than I, but, considering I'd never done this before, perhaps he did.

Inside me, his tentacle pumped, filling me fuller and fuller until I felt like I might burst, orcombust, though I knew not which might come first. Another began stroking my clit again, pairing with the pressure in my pussy in perfect harmony. They worked in concert, breaking down my walls, baring me before him like I'd never been.

Orcus knelt between my legs once more, backlit, so at times he was only an outline. "Yes, princess, let go. I've got you."

Inside, I was as full as I could possibly be, his tentacle pulsing insistently. They worked me in tandem, in time—I realized—with where he pumped his cock. Two others tugged at my nipples until the tempo built to a crescendo I could not hold back.

"Orcus, Orcus, Or—" I chanted, cutting off as I shattered. I screamed as I came, everything more intense than before.

When it was over, his tentacles... moved—melted?—into me, leaving me empty. Though of course, I wasn't truly empty. Before they hadn't left me, instead, they'd somehow absorbed into my body, sinking into me until I feltpressureinside me, like he was stroking my clit.

"Now," he whispered, "now you're ready."

Chapter seventeen

IN WHICH A PROMISE, A MIRACLE, A PRAYER

Oncemore,Orcusloweredhimself, so our faces were within inches of one another. Until now, he'd been so composed that if I'd had a second to think, I might have wondered if I was the only one truly affected.

Now though, with his lips hovering a breath from mine, he showed me more of that vulnerability that he'd insisted on. His eyes darted across my face, searching me for something.

"You're everything I've ever wanted," he whispered. His voice cracked, and he brought a claw up to swipe a lock of sweat-soaked hair from my forehead. Laid against me like he was, I could feel his cock's insistent jump on mythigh, but he looked to be in no hurry. "Do you see now? That together we are more than we could ever be apart."

"Yes," I nodded. I did see. Perhaps when I'd made him, I'd used more of me than I'd realized, broken off parts of me, and in doing so, created the only person who could ever complete me, understand me in this way.

Wrapping my hands around his horns, I tugged his head down to me, pressing my lips against his like they were the last gasp of air left to me. I must have surprised him, unsettled him, because Orcus relaxed, and I realized just how much of his weight he'd been holding from me. He pressed me into the bed. The weight of him atop me was grounding, tempering the euphoria I felt with a deep, profoundknowingof howrightthis was.

Finally, inevitably, like I was true north and he, a magnet, he slid inside me. It was only a bit at first, the width of him stretching me even after I'd been so full with his tentacle. The ring of nodules that circled his head stretched and slipped into me, where they dragged and pressed at my inner walls. He held my gaze, eyes and mouth wide with wonder, as I sucked him in, each nodule along his shaft popping inside me as he pressed. His hands tangled in my hair, clasping on as if otherwisehe would fly apart. He pulled back and sank in again, this time going deeper. In and out he worked me, until, with a growl, he ground his trio of nodules against me. My mouth hung open, short nonsensical noises pulled from me like prayers to our lovemaking.

"Mine," he whispered into my temple.

"Yours," I replied.

For I was. Though he was ostensibly my jailor, my captor, I saw now that we held one another. In giving myself to him freely and fully, he'd become mine, too.

He breathed through pursed lips between kisses, his entire body, and truly, the room itself, pulsing with magic, withourmagic. It swirled and flowed between us, a rushing cyclical whirl that grew with our pleasure. It connected us, more deeply than I ever imagined possible.

As he shuttled into me, grinding into me at the apex of each move, he bored into my very soul. With each movement, his very beingsankinto mine until we were barely separate beings instead of one writhing, pistoning system intent on pleasure and connection. We rose and rose, riding the sensation until, with sudden clarity, I felt his mind brush mine.

Mine, all mine,it said.

All yours, I sent back.

With a look of shock, our magic and our pleasure peaked in a shaking, gasping explosion that shook the chamber we were in.

My eyes flew open to see shadows lifting from our bodies, separating from us and drifting away, disappearing before they hit the ceiling. I stared at them, awed, as the realization hit me.