Page 19 of Sheltered in the Storm (The Fortusian Mates # 1)

CHAPTER 18

VOS

Wracked with shudders, my tentacle buried in her cunt and my cock twitching in her hands, I obeyed my mate.

The first two thick ropes of my cum spurted across her beautiful face. She closed her eyes as they splashed over her mouth and tongue and cheeks. One by one, the rest painted lines of hot, glowing liquid across her breasts and stomach.

My orgasm in the tub yesterday had been the most powerful and pleasurable of my life up to that moment, but now I felt as though I left my body as I came from the heat and touch of her mouth and hands. And I had never seen anything as beautiful and captivating as my mate covered with my luminous, lavender cum.

My groans and growls turned primal, beastly, untamed. Uncaged and monstrous. I had never allowed myself to be so free with any other lover, and I reveled in it.

As my cum dripped from her face and body, my Calla did not seem afraid, nor smell of fear at the sound of my snarls— only more aroused. As I watched, my chest heaving and muscles twitching with my release, she licked my cum from her lips.

“Delicious,” she said, smiling. “Give me more, Vos.”

I might be breathless, but I was energized, not spent, from this orgasm. I needed only a few minutes to be ready to fuck her again.

With my tentacles, I repositioned her on her hands and knees with her pussy and perfectly round ass facing me. I got to my knees behind her and dragged my tongue from her cunt to her asshole.

She collapsed forward, shaking, and only the grip of my tentacles on her arms and thighs kept her upright. “Oh,” she gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Fucking my mate,” I said. “Arch your back for me, my Calla. Show me your cunt.”

Calla obeyed without protest. Gods above, the way she quivered in my hands, her beautiful holes enticing me with their slickness. I spread her ass with my hands so I could tongue her asshole. She shrieked and clung to the sheet she had used as clothing as my tongue explored her, forcing its way into the tight opening.

“Vos, gods above, more,” she begged, grinding against my face. “Please, more.”

To my last breath, I would give her everything she could want. I planned to make her come again and again until she lay breathless and too weak to move in my arms.

I slipped two of my fingers into her pussy, stroking as she fucked my fingers. “Spread your legs,” I commanded.

She did as I told her. Two of my tentacles coiled around her breasts and teased her nipples. Her pleasure created more wetness in her pussy and helped her relax.

When I slipped my finger into her asshole, she convulsed. “Fuck, Vos, fuck…”

I stroked my cock with one hand as she ground against my finger in her ass. I added a second finger, stretching her. Looking at her ass open for me and hearing her plead for me to fuck her made me hard again faster than I had ever managed before.

“Do you want my cock in your ass?” I asked, my fingers delving into her hot wetness. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please, Vos,” she wailed. “Please fuck my ass. Fuck me hard. I want to scream until I can’t scream any more.”

I wanted nothing more than to do exactly that. Her screams of ecstasy were gifts from the heavens.

Her asshole was still deliciously tight, but she could take me now. I wrapped my arm around her waist, held her in place with my tentacles, and pressed my cock against her asshole, where it leaked precum that dripped down her slit.

“Ready, my mate?” I asked.

In wordless answer, she ground back against me.

With my cock in my hand, I pushed its swollen head into her asshole. As it popped through the ring of muscle, she cried out, the sound guttural and full of both pain and pleasure. She writhed, her ass clenching around me. The sensation of her tight hole clamping onto my cock was almost enough to send me over the edge.

“Fuck,” she groaned, shaking as she arched her back. “Fuck. Oh, my ass. Oh gods. That feels so good.”

I slid my cock farther in. She cried out again. “Vos.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I bent over to kiss her trembling back. “Tell me what you want, my Calla.”

“No, I don’t want you to stop.” She let out a choked sound. “Gods, don’t you dare stop.”

“I promised I would fuck you until you could not scream any more.” I slid my cock in another few centimeters. Moving slowly was delicious torture. My voice was ragged when I added, “I will always keep my promises to you.”

Calla took a deep, shuddering breath. Her asshole relaxed around me. “Then do it. Fuck my ass with your big, beautiful, glowing cock.”

As she writhed and moaned, I slowly and steadily pushed my cock all the way into her ass until I was buried within her to the hilt, my balls resting against her cunt. And then I waited for her to speak.

“If I take you as my mate, will you fuck me this good forever?” she asked, her voice hoarse.

My hearts soared. “This and better,” I vowed. “I will dedicate myself to pleasing you.”

“Good.” She wiggled against me. “My ass needs fucking, Vos.”

I slapped her ass hard enough to leave a handprint. She shrieked, and her wetness dripped onto my balls. “Again,” she said.

I slapped her ass again, pulled my cock almost all the way out, and drove it into her.

To my surprise, she came hard with a scream and sobs, her asshole clenching around me. Gods above.

“My cock belongs in your ass,” I told her when I could speak. “Say it.”

“Y-your c-cock belongs in m-my ass,” she groaned.

“Good girl.” I stroked in and out of her with slow, even thrusts because she shook with pleasure, and because every time I did, she moaned my name. “Where else does my cock belong?” I asked, my voice strained.

She whimpered. “M-my cunt.”

As a reward, I rubbed her swollen clit. She wailed, and her slickness dripped onto my hand. “And where else, my mate?” I asked.

Her back arched as she tried to take my cock even deeper into her ass. “My mouth.”

I moved my hand to her mouth, sliding my fingers between her lips so she could taste herself. She licked my fingers greedily and then bit them as I had bitten hers earlier. My cock twitched in her ass at the flash of pain.

“And what other cocks will go in your mouth, your pussy, or your asshole, my mate?” I asked, withdrawing my hand from her lips.

“None.” She was fucking my cock now, her ass bouncing against my hips. “This is the only cock I want.”

I slipped the tip of one of my tentacles back into her pussy and stroked her G-spot, and moments later she came with another ragged cry and a full-body shudder. Now my name fell from her lips over and over, like a song, as her ass fluttered around my cock. Her tightness and the sensations of her coming threatened to overwhelm me.

I wanted a better vantage point to watch her take my cock. Holding her in my tentacles so she did not move away, I rolled to my back, and then settled her in place facing away from me with her legs straddling my hips. Without being told, she fucked my cock with her ass, her hands braced on my thighs as she ground against me. I helped support her weight with my tentacles so she would not become tired.

This angle allowed me to watch every detail of how well she took my cock. Streaks of my glowing precum marked her lower back and dripped from her ass.

Mine , I thought with satisfaction. My mate .

I released her wrists so one tentacle could cup her breast and tease her nipple. The other slipped between her legs, seeking the sweetness of her cunt. She cried out as its tiny suckers plucked at her clit.

“How many times have you come, my mate?” I asked.

“I can’t remember.” She ground her ass on my cock. “Too many times.”

My tentacle, hungry for the taste of her, stroked back and forth over her clit, and she nearly collapsed .

“Too many, or not enough?” I asked.

She groaned. “Not enough. I want…one more.”

My sweet, greedy mate. I lifted her free of my cock with my tentacles. She made a protesting sound.

“I want your final orgasm to be on my tongue.” I turned her onto her back and went to my knees. “Spread your legs and grant me this gift, my mate.”

“Granted,” she said, arms above her head, her smile lazy and eyes half-lidded. My cum still glowed on her face and body, and precum dripped from her holes. “Do you like the taste of my pussy, Vos?”

“I do, very much.” I lay with my face between her legs and raised her hips to meet my lips. When my tentacles curled around her thighs and knees and spread her legs wide, she moaned, and her pussy gushed for me once again.

I teased her reddened and very sensitive asshole with my tongue so she would writhe. When my lips closed on her beautiful swollen clit, she cried out and ground against my face.

After so many orgasms, this time it took several minutes to make her come, but when she began to wail, “Ah, ah, ah,” I knew I had brought her to the edge once more.

A few more moments of sucking and flicking her clit with my tongue, and she came for me, her fists twisted in the sheet as her juices flooded my mouth. I had never tasted anything as rich and honeyed, or heard anything so much like music as her calling my name.

As she shook and gasped, I stroked my cock until I came as well. This time I covered her cunt, thighs, and stomach with my glowing cum. I wanted to come inside her, but I would have other opportunities to do that. In our future together, I planned to see my cum drip from her cunt and her asshole and her mouth.

She was mine. My mate. My joy. My heart that beat outside my own body. My universe .

Trembling from my release, I lay on the floor beside her and drew her close so I could look into her eyes. “My mate, are you satisfied?”

Calla let out a sigh. “Gods above and below, of course I am.”

With nothing but a sheet under us, the floor was not comfortable, but she seemed insensible to it and at the moment I did not care. I felt drunker than if I had drained a bottle of Bacorian wine.

I pressed my lips to her forehead and let my tentacles roam her body at will. She tasted of sweat and smelled like sex. Nothing in the galaxy could be better than this.

“This is strange,” she said, her voice soft. Blinking slowly, she touched my lower lip. “Vos, I’m suddenly so sleepy.”

I kissed her fingertips. “You are healing, my Calla.” I gathered her in my tentacles and rose. “Sleep. I will bathe you and put you in bed.”

“Thank—” A yawn interrupted her. “Thank you.”

I carried her to the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. As it began to fill, she murmured, “I’m sorry.”

I brushed hair back from her forehead and searched her face for some clue as to what weighed heavily on her mind. “For what could you possibly be sorry, my mate?”

“Lots of things.” She nestled her head against my chest and closed her eyes before adding, “More than you could know.” Moments later, she was fast asleep, her brow furrowed.

Now uneasy, I slipped into the hot bathwater with my Calla in my arms.

She had asked me if I would fuck her this thoroughly if she took me as her mate, and of course I had promised to do so. But she had not said anything more on the subject, and now she had apologized for reasons she did not want to disclose.

I did not believe our lovemaking had been only casual sex to her, but I feared what might happen after she slept and healed. That she was my mate and I was hers, I knew in my hearts. Everything else I did not know for certain.

Despite how peacefully Calla slept in my arms, all that remained in the balance would keep me unsettled for the remainder of the day and well into the night.