Page 45 of Avaritia

I gasped as Theon pried my cheeks apart with his thumbs, claws pricking at my skin. I could feel his gaze on me, watching his tentacle sloppily thrusting inside of me, the wet sounds of each movement lewd and obscene. I bucked back against him, desperately trying to meet his movements.

“You are… a revelation,” Theon rasped, so quietly that I wasn’t sure I was meant to hear it.

“Theon, I need to feel you. Fuck me, please.”

“I was rough with you yesterday.”

“I’m not as fragile as you seem to think I am, you know.”

Theon’s claws traced the outline of a bruise he’d left on my hip in lieu of a response. Spoilsport.

“You don’t get my cock today,” Theon said firmly, the shadow tentacle moving even faster, expanding in size until it felt like the girth of his knot.

I made a sound I was confident I’d never made before as my pussy clenched and pulsed around him, landing in my own wet spot on the bed as Theon flipped me onto my back. Through bleary eyes, I watched as he scooped slick off the bed and smeared it roughly over his cock, fisting his shaft roughly as he loomed above me.

I could have come from the visual alone. I was banking that image for the Rub Hub later, that was for sure.

In just a few pumps, Theon’s cum was spraying over my breasts and stomach, one pulsating tentacle still wringing pleasure out of my borderline oversensitive pussy.

I was splayed out and filthy under his continued perusal, but he didn’t look that much more put together.

Theon withdrew his shadows and I laughed breathily, squirming at the odd sensation. “That was excellent, thank you.”

“It was,” Theon agreed, his voice slightly strangled.

What now?

Should I leave?

Probably.

My legs felt like jelly, but I gingerly edged my way off the bed, cum running down my front as I stood up, despite my best attempt to catch it with my arms.

“Maybe I should clean up in your bathroom?” I suggested, quietly shaking with laughter at the general state of disaster I was in.

“Of course.” Theon jumped into action, scooping me off the floor and carrying me to his enormous, grand bathroom, ducking down to turn the taps on without releasing me.

“I don’t need a full bath,” I pointed out, though I didn’t struggle to get out of his hold as Theon carried me into the still-filling tub, setting me on his lap as he sat on the bench that ran around the entire thing.

“You’ll sleep more comfortably if you do,” he muttered. There was only a faint amount of orb light in here too, and combined with the steam rising off the water, I could only barely make out the planes and angles of his face. Not that his expressions helped particularly—Theon didn’t let anyone see anything he didn’t want them to see.

“Was that… Did you enjoy that?” Theon asked after a long moment of quiet.

“I did. Did you? It’s okay if you didn’t, you can tell me.”

Of all the things I’d requested, somnophilia had probably been the most out-there, and I’d been pretty sure Theon wouldn’t be interested.

His arms tightened around me. “I like having control of your pleasure. I like that you’re at my mercy, that you come when I want you to come. That you take what I give you. They’re… not urges I’ve experienced before.”

Was smug the wrong reaction in this situation? I liked that I made Theon feel different. We were mates, after all. I wanted to stand out.

“Then again, I don’t have that much experience.”

“With sex?” I asked dubiously. Okay, he was a bit of an introverted mad scientist, but Theon was also hot as fuck. And lived in a decommissioned palace. Surely, he had a long line of willing lovers?

“I didn’t have much interest until you.”

Fuck.