Demon Waters (Apex #4)

Chapter Nine

T ess gave an overdramatic yawn, stretching out her arms and stepping away from Bale.

His grip tightened for a moment, then he let her go. “You must be exhausted.”

“You’d think so, wouldn’t you?” She tried for a sultry smile. “It’s time I went to bed.”

He blinked. “Alone?”

“Sure. I’ll drop off in no time.”

“Very well.” He sagged a little. “I hope you sleep well.”

She frowned. “Yeah, thanks. I mean, I’ll definitely be asleep.”

“I understand, flower.” He sounded sad and a little confused.

She rubbed her temples. “Okay, let’s try once more. I’m going to bed now.” She spoke with as much emphasis as she could. “And I do hope that while I’m asleep, a big scary monster doesn’t sneak in and take advantage of me.”

Silence. Confused, disbelieving silence.

“You know, like he mentioned earlier tonight,” she prompted. “I really hope he doesn’t creep into my room, release his hard-won control, and do what he’s wanted to do for a long time. That would be terrible . Don’t you think?”

He appeared to have lost the power of speech, and she would have laughed if not for the fact that she needed him to understand her.

“Bale,” she said gently. “We were interrupted when the boat drifted, but that doesn’t mean our night is over. I asked you to stay for a reason. So, I’m going to bed, and I want you to think about everything I said, and what I’ve consented to. Okay?”

He swallowed audibly. “I think so.”

“Good.” She hurried into the saloon. Mocha was fast asleep in her basket under the table, the excitement of the night too much for her.

Tess brushed past the cabin curtain, her stomach full of butterflies. Rummaging under the bed, she grabbed a box of her summer clothes and found the bikini Bale had mentioned earlier. Bright pink with multi-coloured polka dots, it had string ties around the neck and over the hips. She’d only ever worn it to sunbathe on top of her boat. Now that she knew her octopus monster had ogled her in it, well. It had gone straight to the top of her favourite clothing list.

After shimmying into the bikini, she clambered under her covers and waited expectantly. Water splashed in the channels, and the surrounding trees whispered as they swayed in the wind. The whirr of an aeroplane overhead made her tense up for a moment, remembering the drone. She rose on her knees to peep out of the porthole over her bed, watching the aircraft’s flashing lights until it disappeared. There was no sign of Bale. He’d indicated that he’d understood what she wanted, but perhaps not? Snuggling back under the covers, she resolved to give him ten minutes to come to his senses. If he didn’t, she’d have to start yelling.

The minutes ticked on, and Tess’s eyelids grew heavy. The nagging voice in her head telling her to stay awake quietened, replaced with steady breathing and waking dreams as she slipped into a half-asleep state. Water rippled against the hull in a comforting lullaby, and the swish of a curtain barely registered as she drifted further into slumber.

Something stroked her hair, gentle and tender. Inhaling a familiar rich scent, she smiled sleepily, keeping her eyes closed as the caress moved to her lips.

“Beautiful,” a deep voice murmured. “Flawless.”

The tentacle pushed at her lower lip until she opened her mouth.

“What should I put in here, I wonder?” the voice mused. “What should such an exquisite human have in her hot, wet mouth?”

She moaned, her body feeling like it was on fire already. The idea of being asleep while he did this, utterly under his power yet still in control, was mesmerising. When the tentacle touched her tongue, she licked it instinctively and heard his breathing hitch in response. Was this the tentacle that was also his second cock? From his position by her side, it must be.

The bead of moisture at the tip tasted rich and sweet. She made an appreciative noise, but suddenly, it was gone. Her disappointment lasted a mere moment before the covers were pulled away, and cool air hit her skin.

She heard him groan. “Oh, Tess. You are extraordinary.”

Within seconds, the elastic of her bikini bottoms tugged. He peeled them off, leaving her naked from the waist down and fighting back a sleepy giggle at his impatience. A moment later, a tentacle pushed between her legs until it came to rest against her pussy.

“Move yourself on me,” he commanded hoarsely. “Make yourself feel good.”

It looked like someone had found his dominant side. She wasn’t complaining in the slightest. Flames licked at her core as she drowsily rubbed her damp pussy against his thick limb.

“That’s it, my flower. You’re so good. So obedient.”

He stroked her lower lip again, and she opened for him. The tip of his cock slipped inside, slick with precum. She curled her tongue around it, rocking against the tentacle between her legs at the same time. Liquid heat surged through her veins as pleasure hummed in her nerve endings, but it ended abruptly as he drew back from her.

“You are far too skilled at that.” His tone was strained and edged with humour. “Such a clever girl, but I want to prolong this night, not end it prematurely. Sleep, little flower. Keep dreaming of me.”

He pushed at her gently, encouraging her to roll on to her back. She did as he urged, keeping her eyes closed. He took full advantage, stroking her legs, her stomach, loosening the bikini top so he could pull it away from her tits and play with her hard nipples.

She arched up with a contented sigh, drifting back into lethargy. Multiple tentacles came in so handy. Being stroked from top to bottom felt amazing, like a luxurious massage given by numerous people all at once. He pushed his way under her backside to arch her hips up. Disturbed from her comfortable position, she squirmed a little and felt a small slap on her thigh.

“I want to taste you again.” The bed shifted and she felt his breath on her skin as he pulled her legs wider apart. “Stay still, my flower. Let me make you feel good.”

She couldn’t prevent her moan as he lapped at her pussy, then moved up to tease her clit. This must be what heaven felt like, being eaten out by a monster with suckers on his tongue. Grasping at his large head, she held him in place firmly.

His chuckle gusted against her skin. “It seems that you are waking up.”

She half-giggled half-sighed, “Bale, don’t stop.”

“Not even if the sky falls, my goddess.”

He was as good as his word, fucking her with his tongue until it was almost too much to bear. For someone who had never been with a human until recently, dear gods, he learned fast. Her mind spiralled as her body vibrated under his touch. Nothing mattered but his wicked tongue, and the euphoria swirling through her veins. Nonsensical noises came from her mouth as the orgasm built and built then hit its crescendo, shattering her into pieces with his name on her lips.

Finally, she slowed. Her muscles felt limp, her body tingling with languid pleasure. She looked down at him between her thighs.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fill me up, take me. Bale, fuck me.”

Before she knew what was happening, she was flipped over like a pancake, face down on the bed. She felt suckers grasp her hips, and twisted to see the long, tapered cock emerging from the slit in his groin. Dropping her head back to the pillow, she brought her knees up and arched her back, offering herself to him on all fours.

He massaged her ass, squeezing so hard it bordered the line between pleasure and pain. “You’re mine, flower. You were made for me.”

He surged inside her, the suckers on the base of the cock undulating against her pussy walls.

“Oh fuck,” she panted.

He paused. “Are you all right?”

“I’m better than all right. It feels amazing, Bale.”

He exhaled in a shuddering sigh, thrusting further inside her. “ You feel amazing. You really were created to please me, weren’t you?”

She nodded against the pillow, biting back a moan. “Just for you, no one else.”

“Then give me everything. Give me that hot mouth again…”

A tentacle wrapped in her hair, pulling her head up from the pillow. His second cock, the one masquerading as a tentacle, appeared in her eyeline, precum beading at the tip like molten silver.

She lunged for it greedily, and his disbelieving chuckle turned into a groan as she took him into her mouth. Flattening her tongue, she deepthroated him as far as she could. Another orgasm was building, she could feel it, just from the sheer pleasure of being fucked in two places simultaneously. Then something tickled her ass, and she gasped around his cock as she remembered his words from earlier.

I could fill them both up at once…

He drew her pussy juice up to her asshole, curling the tip of his tentacle around the puckered entrance. Every muscle in her body locked, apprehension warring with need.

His grip firmed. “I want this hole too. I want everything .”

She struggled back from the cock in her mouth. “Lube. Drawer by the bed. Bale, please, use lube.”

“Will it help your pleasure?”

She nodded, breathing so fast she felt close to passing out. Another tentacle appeared, moving past her head to rummage in the bedside drawers. She bit back a dazed giggle at how handy it was to have sex with someone with multiple limbs. No need for an awkward pause if you needed to grab something.

He presented the pink container questioningly and she nodded, her heart beating in double time. Within seconds, cool liquid spurted at the base of her spine and she squeaked as he rubbed the lube around her asshole. It wasn’t the first time she’d done this, but what would it be like with a thick-limbed monster? Butterflies fluttered wildly in her stomach as he circled her puckered hole, his movements gentle yet inherently possessive. Then the tip of his tentacle slipped inside, and a gasp escaped her. He paused, and she forced herself to steady her breathing, allowing her muscles to relax.

“That’s it,” he growled. “Let me own you. Let it happen.”

As he spoke, he pressed his second cock against her lips again. She took him back into her mouth and felt him nudge farther into her ass at the same time. It was such an alien feeling, a searing sting even with the lube, but oh, it felt good. She couldn’t lie to herself, it felt so fucking good to be possessed by this monster, to have every hole filled by his sinuous limbs as he whispered words of encouragement. She ran her tongue over his length with a throaty moan. How could she go back to human men after this? What could possibly beat the feel of multiple tentacles inside her, and a monster telling her how perfect she was?

He fucked her steadily, pushing gently into her asshole as well, and farther to the back of her throat so that she could barely breathe. She could hear his juddered panting and knew he was close. He was going to come in her pussy and her mouth while he fucked her ass with another tentacle, and dear gods, she craved it, needed it, would beg if it didn’t happen soon. She whimpered around his girth, her fingers clenching around the bedsheets as another toe-curling orgasm hit her out of nowhere. Ecstasy smashed through her veins, just as hot cum spurted to the back of her throat. She swallowed instinctively with a moan of surrender.

“Yes, take it,” he rasped. “Drink me down, like the needy little goddess you are. My flawless, obedient goddess.”

She did as he commanded, swallowing again and again, revelling in the rich, sweet taste. At the same time, his hips jerked against her lower body and he gave a guttural cry. Liquid warmth filled her pussy as he came from that cock too, so much that she could feel it dripping down her thighs. It was wicked, carnal, and utterly addictive. She wanted it to go on forever, but when he finally pulled out of her, she slumped to the bed with an exhausted sigh.

“Holy shit,” she mumbled, licking her lips. “I can see stars.”

A tentacle coiled around her hand, the suckers throbbing against her fingers. “Are you hurt?”

She huffed an exhausted laugh. “Hell no. What about you, are you okay?”

“Never better.” His sincerity shone through every word.

“Good, then come snuggle.”

Rolling on to her back, she winced at the ache in her ass, but it was nowhere near as bad as she expected. She opened her arms, and he stretched out beside her. As she snuggled into his chest, her cheek rubbed against a rough patch of skin, and she jerked.

“I forgot about your stab wound. Are you okay?”

“Of course. I told you, I heal quickly. In truth, I had forgotten about it too.”

She smiled. “I’m going to be smug and take some credit for that.”

“You should take all the credit,” he replied tenderly.

She stroked his thick limbs, marvelling at how right it felt to be curled in his embrace for the afterglow. If this was their one and only night together, it had been perfect.

“Bale,” she ventured.

“Yes, my flower?”

“I wanted to say thank you. For watching over me, saving me from Freya’s ex, for tonight, all of it. I realise it’s not permanent and I want you to know that’s okay. We haven’t known each other for long, so I don’t want you to feel obligated to come back after you leave. Not if you don’t want to.”

“Tess.” He stroked her hair. “I loved you from the first moment I saw you. What has happened between us is beyond my wildest dreams, but I’m not na?ve enough to believe it’s because you love me in return. You don’t know me. However, once this threat has passed, I would like for you to do so, if you wish it. One command from you, and I will be at your side, wherever you are in this world.”

Waves of warmth washed through her.

“Okay,” she said, oddly shy all of a sudden. “I’ll bear that in mind.”

Peace fell upon the cabin, broken only by the sound of Mocha snoring from the saloon. For the first time in years, Tess felt like she was truly home.