Framework of the Frontier, Sain Artwell [read me a book .TXT] 📗

that William’s cock remembered. It took all of his self control not to pounce on her offer.

William swallowed. “Ember—”

“Did she disapprove?”

No, not directly, but… The fuck am I saying, trying to purposefully cuck myself? William let his frustrations spill out with his breath. “No.”

“Is there another force holding you back?”

“No.”

Rulu gripped his collar with both fists. She kissed deep and needily. Leaning back, her weight made him fall forward and splash into the blackness of underwater.

His throat tightened. Bubbles trickled out with the escaping breath. Clothes became heavy chains around his limbs that weighed him towards the bottom. Above rippled the disturbed reflection of a sunken sky with wobbly stars and bending moons. Drunk as he was, William was alert enough to feel his heart beat to the first steps of drowning panic.

“Fear not.” Rulu licked across his tightly shut lips. “An aboleth’s kiss allows anyone to thrive in water. It is how we found mates in the era before leviathans agreed to be our males.”

Questions rose in his mind and were at once brushed off as William took his first sputtering lungful of heavy water. It felt like he’d inhaled a bucket of ice cream in the wrong tube. He coughed and gurgled. All of a sudden, he was used to it. Breaths were heavier to draw, but he did not drown.

‘Holy shit,’ he tried to say, but words would not come out.

Leafy green pulses of gentle glow traveled along the curvy patterns on Rulu’s figure. Her white shoulder length hair and transparent — and quite tattered — dress floated like ethereal veils, catching slivers of moonlight. Hidden fins flared out all over her body, transforming her tail and legs into vast frilly sails, which seemed to continue the hem of her dress. The green of her bioluminescence reflected into a hundred new shades on the pearly translucent membrane of her fins. Light rippled across their fluttery surfaces in an almost hypnotic pattern.

She was majestic, a true princess of the depths. And the body at the center of it all. Wew. Hot.

Rulu floated closer, diving into another lustful dangle of tongues while undressing him. Clothes fell down in the silence, disappearing into the blackness around them. His first, then hers.

The slippery velvety feel of her skin was as addictive to touch as her figure was to his eyes. William’s finger raced the pulses from her cheek, down her neck, to the pert breasts with stiff glowy nipples, down the flat curve of her stomach, and between her thighs where a snug slit never stopped glowing.

A whimper escaped her lips when he paused over the hood of her clit. Parting the lips of her sex elicited another. “Yes… Gods. I can’t believe it. You will pleasure me. I can’t believe—”

It was his turn to silence her blabbering. A kiss turned Rulu’s words into moans. Her lights flickered erratically when he dug deeper, gyrating his palm against the bean, dancing fingers in and out of her tight snatch. She had her hands on his shaft and balls, jerking and fondling in a distracted attempt to return the favor, but it was obvious her hands had not had much practise on a man.

In an idle thought, William wondered if the slippery coating on her meant her ass was always lubricated. A greedy thought, sure, but c’mon. William moved a hand away from her breast, sliding across her supple flesh to her shapely rear and began groping her tail.

Her eyes flickered. A series of approving grunts thrummed through the water, even as William held her gagged by keeping her tongue captive between his teeth. Hot flesh clenched around his fingers when he pulled or squeezed her tail, and clamped violently when he tested the tip of a pinky on her asshole.

For a split moment her body froze before melting into slippery pleasure pudding. William got the distinct impression that one of the moans was trying to say, ‘please hurry’

It was probably physically impossible for her to get any wetter.

It was time.

William gripped her by the base of her tail and thigh. She guided his tip in. The grip of her pussy was tight and her mewls of pleasure adorable. Water muffled William’s own grunts and granted him a strange serenity to simply watch her as his cock became entombed in a rippling cascade of sensations. There were layers, maybe even tendrils — the sensations were unlike anything he’d experienced.

Rulu shivered. Her back and tail arched. A ripple ran across her fins as quickening pulses of luminescence pulsated across her. “Ooohhh… So this is a man’s cock? Wonderful. I have only ever felt the tentacles and tongues of my servants before.”

William grinned, leaning to taste a biteful of her breasts as he slid in the other half. It was impossible to take his eyes, hands, or mouth off of her. Beat of his heart and her whimpers were the only marks of time passing. At some point William felt slimy algae on his back and realized he was lying on the bottom of the lake, fifty feet beneath the surface.

“Thank you,” Rulu murmured with a teary smile on her face as she rose to ride him. “Thank you, William, for allowing me this one dream.”

Why was she so sad and distant? William did not like it.

He pulled her against his chest, digging fingers beneath her tail to bind her in the reality of the now. A tension melted from her body. Muscles of her ass and legs tensed against his fingers, time with a purpose that matched the squeeze deep inside of her.

“Thank you. Thank you, thank you, make me yours.” Rulu’s fingers dug into William’s hair as she bit down on her lip, squealing. A thrum of muscles began to dance on his cock as lights danced wildly across her body, intensifying, quickening, until a cloud of