Page 28 of Lessons with the Mothman (Monster Smash Agency)

CHAPTER 28

Victoria

The tugging, suckling sensation on my clit was almost oppressive, and I squirmed and whimpered against the kraken as their tongue—nearly a tentacle on its own—fucked into my mouth. My hands squeezed strangely dense flesh, and my eyes clamped shut at the sudden and forceful claim on my body. Something burrowed at the opening of my sex, and I shuddered and almost choked against Nico's kiss. If that was what you could call it.

And then a soft scratch combed at the back of my head, fur brushing closer to my shoulder blades. I softened at Elias's touch, then moaned and sucked on Nico's tongue, my body relaxing and finding harmony after the brief struggle. Nico liked that, groaning loudly, more twining touches surrounding me, surrounding Elias too, pulling us closer together, his cock nestling against my ass.

I rocked my hips back to greet him, rubbing myself over Nico's tentacles, and they both wrapped their arms around me. Nico drew away from the kiss, their head falling back, and I glanced down to find Elias's hands wrapped around a tentacle on either side of me, stroking and rubbing and squeezing.

"I forgot how much I like fur," Nico mused in a rasp, sagging into the pool, dragging us both down to our chins.

Elias nuzzled against my ear, his breath raising goose bumps where the warm water droplets cooled in the air. I joined him in playing with Nico's tentacles, finding a large, swollen sucker near the base that almost joined to Nico's muscular hips and massaging it in my hand, circling my fingertips around the edge. Nico shouted and Elias huffed out a laugh.

"Finger it," Elias urged.

I hummed, curious, and dipped my index finger into the pinching ring. Nico thrashed once and then grew even more limp in the water, upper body falling backwards as I added a second finger. I was grinning, fascinated, when a tentacle rose up from the water and wrapped around my own chest, suckers hunting until they found my breasts. The pull was immediate, stronger than even Elias's most urgent kisses.

"Two can play at that game," Nico said, but their smile was wide and toothy and sharp.

The tentacle that had been teasing my entrance now thrusted in earnest, making my jaw drop and a small, tight sound of surprise escape. It pulsed inside of me, growing thicker rather than pushing deeper, and I tried to see the mechanics but the view was too tangled and distorted.

"It has a flexible mass," Nico explained, head tilted. "It can be long and thin, or shorter and thicker. You really don't distract easily, do you?"

"She's simply too good at thinking. It's the opposite of single-mindedness—she too easily shares her focus away from pleasure and toward her academic curiosity," Elias answered them. "You could come from me playing with one little sucker at a time. She needs every part of her body occupied before her brain stops coming up with questions."

I nudged my elbow into his side.

"Is that not true?" he asked me, surprised by my offense.

"It's true, just rude at the moment," I murmured.

"Apologies," he said, kissing me softly on the cheek, before adding in a darker tone, "Spread your cheeks. I want your ass."

I huffed and ducked my head but did as he asked.

"Don't be embarrassed," Nico said, rising up from the water and coiling closer. "I'm going to have his."

Elias hummed in agreement as he probed gently at my ass, patiently waiting for me to relax in the water.

If I was honest with myself, I wouldn't have been able to see this through without Elias. His presence was a reminder, not just of safety and familiarity, but that there was someone here who knew what I needed, whether that was overwhelming stimulation to reach release or simply allowing me the freedom to enjoy sensation without expectation.

I smiled, arching back to rub my head against Elias's shoulder. I knew why he'd done this, why he'd arranged for this night, this experience between us. If there was ever a way to prove he was willing to enjoy an unconventional relationship, arranging us a date with a many-limbed, breeding kraken was a good start.

"Oh fuck ," the three of us said in unison.

Elias started to wedge and then nudge and slide inside of me, the incredible pressure sending me out of my head and back into the pool with Nico and Elias. Nico's tentacles held us up as they explored our bodies, mine floating between the tender twining holds, pinned between the intrusions in my cunt and ass. The sound of lapping water and small splashes grew loud in my ears, along with the sound of my own whines.

Nico was floating close now, and their body gave me something to anchor onto, my arms wrapping around those silky, broad shoulders, keeping my head above the water literally and figuratively as a tentacle thickened and pulsed in my core. Elias's fur brushed up and down my back, feathery under the water, his breath ragged in my ear, one of his hands stroking my hip. He didn't move or try to thrust, but he groaned as Nico's tentacle reshaped itself, as if it were able to toy with both of us.

More tentacles tangled around my legs, pulling one up high, suckers toying over my toes and the tender flesh of my instep, surprising me with the erotic throb that raced up my leg to my cunt.

"M-may I?"

I blinked, realizing I'd been staring blankly in the churning and sloshing water over Nico's shoulder, my mouth wide on a leashed cry. One of Nico's tentacles was stroking up my shoulder, sliding around my throat, and I tensed, shaking my head roughly, knocking it against Elias's temple.

"No," I said, my voice a little rough. I liked it sometimes when Elias cupped his hand around my throat, but the thought of the tentacle coiling around my throat and squeezing the way it was around my legs and waist and breasts shocked me in a way that dragged me out of the moment.

"Please," Elias rasped, catching the tentacle and pulling it from my shoulder to his. My eyes widened and I twisted, watching him bare his throat and groan as Nico accepted the offering. "Do you mind?" Elias asked me.

I chewed on my lip for a moment, watching Nico's tentacle flex around Elias's neck, the tip curling up to poke and prod at Elias's mouth, seeking entry. "I only mind having too many places I want to look at once."

"Then look up," Nico said, their smile warm and sweet. They punctuated the offer with a thrust and swelling inside of me that made me shout and arch, turning my stare up as they'd instructed. I moaned at the sight of the mirrored roof over our heads that reflected the pool, the closeness of us, Elias's wings draped in the water, Nico's searching limbs, my own face warped with pleasure.

Elias whimpered as I pulled one hand from Nico's shoulder, finding Elias's hip in the water, nestled against my own, bracing against them both as I started to rock. My mothman and the kraken both groaned, closing in as if to stop me from moving. But I wanted friction. I wanted pressure. I wanted Elias to lose his restraint, and I wanted to watch Nico come undone. I wanted to join them.

"Fuck me," I gasped, ordering them both.

Elias bucked, and I wasn't sure if it was because he was aroused by my command or because Nico had followed it first, every tentacle inside and out of me seeming to swell and respond to my words. A kind of tightness rolled down the length of one long, thin extension, rubbing over my chest until it reached a nipple, the sucker pinching roughly around the tip, tugging a sharp cry from my lips.

Elias sagged against my back, his moans tight from the tentacle around his throat, his hips urgent but thrusting gently and shallowly into my ass, driven by Nico's own motions inside of him. He whined, and I wasn't sure I'd ever heard that exact note from him before. I tried to twist to look back, but Nico caught my face with a hand, drawing me in and nipping at my lips.

"I'm sucking on his prostate," the kraken said, and then we shared a grin as Elias moaned loudly. "He's going to come soon, but I won't stop. He'll stay hard for you."

Elias was right about me. It took a lot of stimulation to keep me from thinking, and I still had the two brain cells necessary to find interesting potential in that claim.

"Can you do the same to my?—"

Nico didn't wait for me to finish the sentence, the tentacle in my cunt twisting, a sucker finding a tender, spongy spot inside of me. I started to shout, solely from that first touch, and then I screamed as it pulled roughly, my body tensing so tightly it had to shatter, to break apart into a million pieces, all rattling and quivering and lighting up with warm electricity at the same time.

I sighed as Elias hauled me out of the bath, bundling me into a massive, thick towel. My body was strangely sensitive and yet numb at the same time, but his touches were gentle, clearly aware of how I would be feeling after Nico's onslaught in the pool.

After my reality was rearranged when my G-spot was suckled for the first time, Nico had settled for good old-fashioned fucking, one tentacle after another massaging inside of Elias and me, apparently working the eggs out of their engorged lengths. I'd had a brief concern for where those eggs might be going, but in a moment of my lucidity, Nico had assured me they were settling to the pool floor and would be cleared away. They had no intention of becoming a parent anytime soon either.

"Where are we sleeping?" I whispered, using a corner of the towel wrapped around me to rub the fur on his chest, my tiny attempt to help dry him off.

"In a guest room," Elias answered, and when I leaned against him, not caring whether he was damp or not, he hummed. "That pleases you. Was I…wrong to suggest tonight?"

I shook my head quickly, leaning back to catch his eye. "Not at all. Tonight was…" I trailed off and laughed, wrapping the towel more securely and holding it shut with my fists under my chin. "Amazing, fun, overwhelming, incredibly hot—all of that, of course. I just want to be alone with you now."

Elias's smile was soft, dark eyes glittering. The dense hair on his body puffed up suddenly, trembling all over and scattering little droplets of water. His wings thrummed behind him, casting off a sudden cloud of mist.

Well. I'd wondered how he would ever manage to get dry, but I supposed that answered that.

"Come," he said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and tugging me toward the door.

I'd been a little delirious when we'd finally gotten out of the pool with Nico—it hadn't even occurred to me that the kraken could leave the water, but they'd walked away on their tentacles with a surprising grace—but as Elias shepherded me, the layout of the apartment came back to me. We stepped out of the bathroom and into a cozy bedroom with a large bed, one corner of the blankets and sheets already pulled aside to welcome us. There was a small LED spherical lamp on a dresser in the corner in a shade of peachy pink, just enough to give the room a dim, cozy glow.

"Will you braid my hair for me?" I asked as Elias tenderly buffed the towel over my skin once more.

"Of course. Lie down on your stomach, darling."

Elias shoved the blankets to the foot of the bed as I lay down on the mattress, but the room was warm and I was tired enough not to question the choice. He accepted a damp hair tie from my wrist, straddling my back and gathering and untangling my hair with his claws.

"Did it bother you, to see Nico and I kiss? To know they were fucking me?" Elias asked me, barely tugging on my hair as he braided it down my back.

I chewed on my lip, debating my answer, wondering why he was asking this now and what he wanted to hear. I decided on honesty.

"No. I liked it. I would've liked watching the pair of you together, even from the side, like I usually do," I said, folding my arms beneath my head and turning it just enough to see the looming shadow of him out of the corner of my eye. "Did it bother you?"

Elias snapped the tie around the end of my hair, draped the braid over my shoulder, and then leaned down to kiss my cheek, bracing his hands on my lower back.

"I did experience some jealousy, especially as they watched you in the height of your orgasm," Elias said. His voice was light, considering, approaching his own discomfort with curiosity. Then he laughed. "I enjoyed it, actually. I expected to enjoy watching you with Nico, but I was surprised that even the tinge of possessiveness I felt added to my arousal and urgency."

I lay still beneath him, eyes wide at his answer, processing in slow motion. He'd been jealous. He'd enjoyed it. He'd organized this for me, a night together, with another person. And now we were alone, and he was as affectionate and thoughtful as ever. His fingers dug into my tired muscles, and I gave up my weak attempt at analysis in favor of relaxing into the bed with a low moan.

"You tensed a great deal tonight," Elias murmured. "You brace against your orgasm, did you know that?"

I grunted, not really caring at the moment, as his thumbs smoothed a line up either side of my spine.

"The first time I made you come you were sleeping, utterly relaxed. It was quite easy compared to when you're awake and thinking and fighting against the process."

"Elias," I said, wrinkling my nose. As much as I liked studying others' sexual responses, I wasn't in the mood to have my own picked apart. Maybe in the morning.

"I want a relationship with you," he said.

I stiffened, but only for a moment. Elias's hands were spreading and kneading, and I was so tired , and it was impossible to resist the effect his touch had on me now.

"I didn't plan tonight as a last hurrah to your independence, if that's what you're worried about," he said, and he bent once more, placing a wet kiss on the nape of my neck, adding a teasing circle of his tongue. I tried not to squirm, and tried not to tense either, now that he'd pointed that out.

"I want a relationship with you, but it doesn't have to follow any set of rules except the ones we make for it. We don't even have to make rules," Elias said lightly. I tried to lift myself to roll over, but Elias was heavy and he didn't give me a chance, just started working on my shoulders.

"I think a solid relationship does need to be mindful of some boundaries," I said.

"You're right. But our boundaries, not anyone else's," Elias said. "I don't want a perfect cardboard woman who…who… Honestly, Victoria, I wouldn't even know what to expect."

"Fits in with your friends, charms your coworkers, dresses to attract you but not to provoke others, agrees with?—"

"My friends don't fit in with each other, and none of us care a whit. I don't have coworkers, I have employees and acquaintances, but even if I did, why you should charm them, I have no idea. You are attractive to me at every moment, and I don't particularly care who else thinks so. And if you ever agree with me for the sake of peace, I will hear the lie in your voice and I will pester and press and irritate you until you spit out the truth ."

The speech was, from Elias at least, a veritable tirade . It was snappish and sharp, sarcastic and dismissive. The ensuing silence between us was brittle and expectant, as if Elias had said more than he might've intended to, or at least in not so pleasing a tone as he would've wished.

"Let me up," I said.

Elias sighed, murmuring my name in a plea, but he slid to the side, flopping back onto the bed at my side, looking remarkably defeated, more than I'd ever seen him.

He wanted me. Me . Head to toe and every cold, analytical, reserved nook and cranny in my mind.

I leaned over him and his eyes met mine, his features rearranging to hide the blatant droop of disappointment that had stolen over him.

"Do you know what I don't want?" I asked.

There was a flash of hurt in the wince around his eyes, but he blinked and lifted his chin up, waiting. Still, that hint of his thoughts bruised my heart, and I knew what he expected to hear. I don't want you , or at least I don't want a relationship .

"I don't want the mysterious, aloof, prestigious fae who can't be more to me than an attractive unknown," I said.

Elias's brow furrowed and he blinked at me.

"That man is lonely , Elias," I said, and the connection of his gaze flickered as he tried to shut his eyes. I grabbed his face, catching his attention once more. "I don't want you to get along with my family. I don't want you to use your influence—that you only have because you're the only one of your kind locally, which has got to be isolating —to help me with my study. You deserve to be known, Elias. You deserve to be thought highly of because you're an interesting, creative person, and you deserve to be thought poorly of because you're kind of a snob."

His eyes were crinkling at the corners, lips twitching. "So are you," he said softly.

I nodded. "I want you to be jealous," I whispered, bending my head down to graze my lips over his. "And I want you to enjoy it."

"Victoria," he started, and I covered his mouth with my hand.

"You're fantastic in bed, and I'm so grateful that you've learned what pleases me. But I like when you're selfish and you use me to get yourself off. I know that for you, half of the pleasure of sex is knowing that you've satisfied your partner, because I'm the same way . So we're going to have to compromise sometimes."

Elias lunged up to kiss me, but he was smiling, teeth scraping my bottom lip as he caught it, sucking and scratching and laving with his tongue, his arms and wings gathering me closer and rolling us onto our sides.

He buried his face in my throat, nipping and nuzzling there as he growled out happily, "Say the word and I'll use your sweet pussy like the good little cock toy that it is. I'll use you so thoroughly you'll be leaking my cum for days. There won't be a creature with a decent sense of smell in all of Illinois that won't be able to tell how hard I fucked you."

The massage had warmed my body up to his touch, but there was nothing like Elias's particular brand of filth purred into my ear to make me consider just one more round of sex.

"Not tonight, though," Elias said, and I shook off the impulse to pout as he tugged the blankets out from under him and then tossed them over us both. "You took two tentacles at once from Nico, and me in your ass. Your body needs rest."

It was proof of how true that statement was that the arousal Elias had stirred up in a moment now cheerfully simmered down and melted away.

We cuddled closer. We'd roll away for cool sheets and our own pillows as we fell asleep, but I had grown so attached to these moments when he was warm and soft and holding me tight that I sometimes found it difficult to fall asleep without him.

"How did you know I was lonely?" Elias whispered.

I smiled, fumbling in the dark until I found his soft, fluffy mane of hair, smoothing it gently, antennae tickling the back of my hand. It had been fairly obvious the first time he'd shown me his house, all those empty rooms, all the time he'd spent arranging them perfectly, for no one.

"Because I was too," I said instead, since it was also true. "And I knew that…when you feel like you don't fit the shape of what you're expected to be, or you can't find a reflection of yourself in those around you, it can seem easier to isolate yourself intentionally, rather than just feel that way. You can't fail to be what someone else wants you to be if you don't let anyone near enough. And you can't stand out in a crowd if there's no one else in the room."

Elias's arms around me squeezed briefly.

"It took me quite a while to realize Khell and Rafe liked me, even when I was intentionally proving to them that I was an irritable ass," Elias said, laughing softly.

"I couldn't hide much from Lyle. And he didn't need me to. It was such a relief," I said, nodding against his chest.

One of his hands remained on my back, warm and broad, holding me to his chest, and the other lifted, stroking through my hair, lulling me to sleep. I was nearly there when Elias whispered my name once more.

"Hmm?"

"Be mine."

Perhaps it was like the first time Elias had made me come, easier when I was all but asleep, or perhaps we'd simply reached the understanding we'd been strolling toward for months.

"I am," I said, sighing and sinking into the dark with the brush of lips on my forehead and his soothing fingers in my hair.