"Ugh, yeah," he grunted, his voice still low and bestial as he bruised my mouth with another kiss. "Take every drop. Good fucking girl."
That set off another round of explosive spasms in my pussy, and my body shook as pleasure drowned me until I was gasping for air, clinging to him.
"Press your nails deeper," he groaned, his eyes so dark when he snagged my gaze, a command written in the sensual lines of his face. "Leave your mark on me while I leave mine on you."
I did as he ordered, exhaling a breath when the orgasm released me, making my body lax and full of pleasure, until Mav's cock writhed inside me again, filling me with another flood of cum. My hips jerked when he found a spot that hadanotherorgasm forming so fast my head spun.
"That's your weakness, huh, cutie?" he laughed, his cock obsessively massaging that spot until I shook and clamped down on his cock again, so full of cum and cock that I could do nothing but whine.
I screamed when teeth sank into my neck, the bite possessive and animalistic, making me come harder.
"Mm," he rumbled, tension sliding from his body until he splayed against the side of the bath, smug and satisfied. He licked blood off his sharp teeth with the tip of his tongue, and a tentacle caressed my stomach while I twitched in the aftershocks, dazed and floating. "Look how full you are of my cum."
I blinked hazily at where his tentacle stroked and barely processed the bigger swell of my stomach than usual. I was too drunk on pleasure to care.
"Such a good little cumdump."
I made a sound in my throat.
"No?" he asked with clear amusement.
"No," I confirmed, slumping forward until I rested against his chest, my breathing slow and even, tension leaving places I hadn't even realised it had lived.
"It's a cute name," he argued, sliding his tentacle between us, stroking my stomach.
"Shut up," I huffed, snuggling.
"So you're not my cumdump? But you're still my good girl, right?"
I screwed my eyes shut, my belly doing backflips. "My name's Hala."
Mav snorted. "You already have a name, firecracker."
Ugh, couldn't he shut up? I was trying to bask in the afterglow, and cling to this amazing feeling as long as possible.
I made a soft sound of complaint when he wrapped tentacles around me and rose from the bath, holding me to him.
"You're like a grumpy kitten," he laughed, stepping out of the bath and ignoring the towels on the rail, carrying me out into the hall.
My skin tingled; what if someone saw us? I was wrapped up in dark blue tentacles, the velvety limbs greedily clinging to me, and my pussy was still stretched around his cock, full of cum. My face burned, but I was relieved when he carried me into a big bedroom.
A wall of glass windows sat opposite the door, with a bed and table pushed against it, the rest of the room sparse and immaculate. The scent of rain and leather clung to everything, and I breathed it in deep, loving the taste on my tongue.
"I'm going to get your bed wet," I huffed when he set my back on the grey silk covers.
"Who says it's my bed?" he replied with a wicked grin, and before I could react, he withdrew his cock from my pussy. I gasped, throbbing, as fluids rushed out of me, covering the silk under me, and Mav just grinned.
"What the fuck?" a deep, raspy voice demanded.
I startled with a squeak, trying to cover myself.
God of the Void hulked in the doorway, bigger even than Mav, with his bulging grey arms crossed over his chest, his white shirt straining at the seams. In better lighting, I could see details I'd missed in the basement: a slash of a white scar on his neck and jaw, the wicked claws on his long hands, the too-sharply carved features of his face, like he was more skull than flesh.
"Brought you a gift," Mav said with a grin, stepping back from the bed. Leaving me. My heart squeezed painfully, but I pushed the feeling aside. He was nothing to me; I was nothing to him. It was fine.
I'm keeping you now. You don't have to feel empty ever again.
Lies.