Page 70 of The Pirate Queen of Ruin
Neela pouts for effect more than anything, and it’s all Aoife needs. Her hand cracks against Delphini’s ass hard enough to force her mouth onto her pussy. Her gasp is easily muffled and drowned out by the room. Cookie thrusts into Hamako again only once Delphini has started her display of gratitude properly.
My human places one hand on Neela’s thigh, spreading her even wider as she begins to lap at the siren. From here, I can’t see much more than glimpses of Delphini’s tongue licking up the arousal. She works with a vigour now as Neela throws her head back. The siren moans, a musical sound that makes the room grow hotter. The tentacle around my waist flexes and my insides coil tighter as desire makes my clit ache for attention, for only Delphini’s attention.
“Stop teasing, Del,” someone calls out, which is quickly followed by another sharp slap to her ass.
She moans into her task, moving her mouth higher up until she wraps her lips around Neela’s clit. She shouts in pleasure and we all feel the rise in magic again. None of us are unaffected by it. The couple in the water have moved closer, the room’s eyes torn between Cookie’s thrusting and Delphini’s sucking.
My eyes are stuck on her pussy though. Between her wet labia, tentacles slowly move around her. They slide through her arousal like they are teasing me. My human is wet and needy, but she hasn’t given up on the challenge yet. Her mouth slows, a flash of teeth scraping against flesh has Neela whimpering.
“Del, please, I wanna-“ Hamako’s begging is cut off when Cookie pulls her down hard on her sex.
Aoife lands two hard smacks across each cheek until I am sure that Delphini’s skin must burn from the sting. She shakes her ass as she focuses back on bringing Neela to climax. I tear my gaze from Delphini’s weeping pussy to look at the other couple. Nargol stands in front of them, kissing and teasing Hamako’s breasts. The harpy moans, her lover’s fingers working over her clit again. I am not the only one playing games with my partner tonight then.
Cookie meets my gaze and she smirks. “The captain is watching you beg like a little whore, birdie.”
Hamako shudders and colour rises in her cheeks, but she smiles. She likes that I am watching, that I am hearing her beg for my human to keep licking the pussy of her friend.
“She tastes so good, Hamako,” Delphini groans. “I don’t want to stop yet.”
My chest aches with a deeper pleasure for my crew, myomphalos, my family. She is one of us, is all of ours just like we are hers. My fingers flex against Love’s tentacle around me as I bathe myself in this moment.
Hamako’s feathered legs shake as her lover pounds in time with Delphini’s efforts. One hand holds onto her troll, the other holds Nargol to her breast. Another sharp smack has my attention drawing back to my human. Neela has stopped making sounds, her mouth open and chin pressed to her chest as she gazes down at the woman devouring her.
The tentacles around Delphini’s pussy spread her open subtlety, teasing anyone who can see. They glide through her slick and suckle at her flesh while she moans into Neela. Around me there are more moans, breathy and hungry. We all want to see Neela cum across the face of the human in our crew. Aoife’s hand slides down to tangle the small tentacles away from Delphini’s clit. She fucks them back inside, but it only makes my wife moan louder. Neela’s hips stutter against Delphini’s face, and the wail she lets out when she comes pierces the bath. The room shakes with the magic of her call, more of the crew crying out in pleasure as they come with her. Nargol, Hamako, and Cookie crash into my peripheral view as they collapse in euphoric release. The troll carefully wraps her arms around her mate and the orc as she withdraws her sex.
Aoife pulls Neela back into the warmth of the bath and then does the same to Delphini. Her touch is soft yet steady as she guides my mate to me for further instruction. Delphini whispers something to her, and my quartermaster’s smile is small, but honest. She kisses her forehead before returning to give Neela care.
Delphini kneels before me, her shoulders above the water. Her eyes are glassy and her lips are stained with Neela’s cum. She places both her hands between my legs without touching my skin.
“Wife, can I please make you come?”
Chapter twenty-four
Delphini
0 Days
Mypussyclencheseverytime I look at Orthia.
The tentacles that Aoife fucked back into me suckle at my walls and it takes everything in me not to come apart at her feet now. My jaw aches, but I am hungry for more. She has barely spoken a word to me, just that short reprimand, but I need her praise.
I want Orthia to tell me how proud I have made her by pleasuring Neela, by playing with Nargol, by listening to Aoife, by not coming without her permission.
If I show her how good I am, beg her sweetly enough, she will fuck me with the teal tentacles spread across her inner thighs. My eyes trace the real ones to the ones etched across her skin. The grooves cover scars and stretch marks, circle the dusty pink of her nipples, and then finish at fine points around her collar bones, like daggers pointing to the centre of her chest. The circle of etchings around her throat make my heart ache.
I lick Neela’s cum from my lips as I wait for her to answer. Her gaze burns into me and my cheeks heat. Her own skin is flushed a deep shade of red from the heat of the bath and from calling her my wife. The word came to me so easily when I spoke to Lottie, felt so right on my tongue I wanted to say it over and over again, but seeing how it affected Orthia made it all the more alluring.
“Please, wife, I want to lick your pussy.” My fingers twitch as I try to hold still. One of my tentacles teases my asshole the longer I wait for her response.
Love’s tentacle around Orthia slips away as she leans into me. The world falls away. All my senses hone in on her and her only. There is no one in this room, but us. Her nose brushes against mine with an explosion of warmth between us. She inhales deeply.
“I love the scent of her cum on your lips, wife,” she says before whispering softly. “But I want nothing more than for you to be covered in me. It’s just-“
Orthia’s hand moves to her throat and she rubs the skin until she has calmed down enough to speak again. “I have not allowed the touch another, besides Love, since I-”
“You are in control, Orthia,” I murmur, bringing my hand up to her cheek softly. “Tell me what you need, I want to please you.”
“I know. I trust you, myomphalos.”
