CHAPTER 5
VICTORIA
The tentacles pumped harder, faster, filling me, stretching me. My cries grew ragged, my nails scratching at his chest, clinging to him.
“Azareth—Azareth—I’m—”
“Cum for me, Victoria,” he ordered, his voice a growl of thunder. “Cum on my tentacles. Cum for your god.”
And I did. My body convulsed violently, stars...