Fourth a Lie

My bad leg bellowed as I kicked toward the surface. I did my best to focus on survival while her only capacity was for sex. I grunted as she worked her way up, looping her arms over my shoulders and pressing her clit against my cock.

Christ, she was hot. Hot and bothered and miserable.

“Eleanor. Stop—” I spluttered with a mouthful of salt as she totally ignored me and clawed my shoulders with greedy hands.

“I can’t stop. I’m sorry. So sorry!” She arched her hips, seeking the tip of me, trying to angle us together to copulate.

I hated that I was hard.

That even though I fought with every part of me to get her to safety, I still wanted this mad woman.

“Jinx...stop—ah, fuck.”

I bucked.

I groaned.

I no longer had any worries in my head as she slid me deep inside her. My belly clenched as natural needs took over. I drove upward even though I had no purchase to push against. Just water around us and a reef beneath us and sharks most likely circling me for dinner as my blood once again rang the dinner gong.

The level of insanity that she’d become made me doubt we’d ever get free. But for a blissful, brutal moment, I gave in as she locked her legs around my waist and sank down my final inches.

She shuddered with desire amplified by a million percent. Her pussy fisted me as she came just from having me inside her.

“Yes. Oh, God, yes!”

Her inner muscles milked me. She came over and over. Her breath caught; her torture tangled with despair as she was consumed by ecstasy.

Ecstasy that could very well be our demise.

I held her up the best I could until the end of her climax. I fought the need to chase my own, focused on getting her to safety rather than indulging in something that could get us both killed.

Pushing her away, I winced as we disengaged.

She cried out, granting the salty sea her tears, adding drop by drop. “I’m sorry, Sully. I’m so sorry.” She dug both hands into her hair, yanking as if she could pull the elixir out by its root. “I’ll—I’ll fight it. I will. I’ll fight—” She moaned again as a rogue wave bashed us together, sending our legs sliding together with eddies. “Ah, God.”

She attacked me.

I wasn’t prepared.

She dragged me below the surface again, sinking us to the bottom where predators hunted.

Her feminine lubrication smeared over my leg as she rubbed herself against me. The moisture of desire so different to the moisture of the sea.

My own release snarled in my balls, making me a traitor to our escape.

As we sank, I fought her. I attempted to lock her hands together so she couldn’t touch me. I tried to keep her away with a foot planted in her belly. But she was like a siren who corrupted men. A medusa of the sea with tricks and triumphs, sinewing around me quicker than I could untangle her.

My lungs began to hurt.

My ruined, hazy eyes locked on the midnight sky far above us.

Eleanor jerked in the beginning of a suffocation death dance. Her body at the mercy of lust when all her vitals wanted was air.

She was me when I’d almost drowned in Nirvana.

Fuck.

She’d been the mermaid to save me. She’d brought me back to life. Damned if I’d fail her when given the same test.

Grabbing her throat, I squeezed until she clawed at my wrist rather than my cock. Keeping her locked at arm’s length, I kicked for the surface as fast as I could. She jolted again, her mouth spread wide as she tried to drink seawater.

The urge to do the same crippled me. The relief as we broke into air was immediate.

I inhaled gusts of fresh oxygen and she choked up salt, coughing and crying, her hair roped in seaweed coils over her face.

Not giving her time to recover, drained of all energy and unable to face her attack again, I turned back toward the shore.

I grabbed a handful of her hair, keeping her strewn behind me as I swam with the final effort I had left.

By the time my feet hit the shallows, she’d recovered from her brush with death and moaned for life again. She crawled up the beach on all fours, her ass high, and pussy swollen to be taken. I collapsed to my knees, cursing every fucking deity that’d given me this disaster.

She’d been there for me while I’d been in the height of my musk. Despite the danger and the imminent threat on both our lives, she currently suffered a curse she couldn’t wake from.

What sort of man was I to let her suffer any longer?

She’d suffered so fucking much at my hands already.

Almost as if she’d given up hope that I’d help her, she flopped onto her back and brought her knees up. Wedging her heels into the wet sand, she spread her legs and pressed her entire hand against her pussy.

Her eyes closed and spine bucked, and I couldn’t fucking do it any longer.

Crawling to her with blood gushing through my bandage and every part of me screaming for cures, I swatted her hand away and dropped to press my face against her.

I feasted.

The second my mouth latched onto her pussy, she turned into the sister of Hades. A goddess who wore the souls of men as her empress gown while that damn invisible crown of hers glinted with the gruesome remains of the hearts of her victims.

She dug her nails into my hair, dragging my face deeper between her legs. She thrust up, panting, hyperventilating as I speared my tongue deep, deep inside her.

My lips spread over my teeth as I fucked her with the entire length.

She sobbed as my nose bruised her clit, and I gave up trying to catch my breath. Instead, I willingly drowned on the clean, sea-washed scent of her.

Her fingernails dug into my scalp as her fourth release slammed through her. Her legs tried to scissor together, crushing my head and making me punish her with my teeth. I bit her clit as she throbbed and shuddered, milking my tongue until my hips thrust into air, caught up in her magic, desperate to fill her.

She hadn’t finished coming before I reached my limit.

Ripping my mouth from her, I leaned back, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her belly.

As gentle waves lapped up the shore, I plunged my entire throbbing length inside her.

She screamed.

“Quiet!” I clamped my hand over her mouth, driving her cheek into the sand, not caring that her hair became tangled with the stuff. I held her down, prone for my taking as I punished her for making me do this.

We should be halfway to sanctuary by now.

I should be getting reinforcements for Cal and Skittles, and sending an army to save Jealousy and my empire. Instead, I was fucking a demented goddess on the shores of my island that wasn’t paradise but the worst illusion imaginable.

This was hell.

And I was the devil who’d corrupted this girl to the point of becoming a succubus. A succubus custom-tailored to drip me dry from sanity, health, and everything else I held valuable as a man.

I closed my burning eyes, cutting out her fuzzy form as I continued fucking her, harder and deeper, dropping all my barriers and not caring in the slightest if I took her too roughly.

There was no such thing as too hard while in the clutches of elixir.

She might not be able to walk after this...but this was what she begged for.

Her fifth release started in the caverns of her and quickly fanned out with mind-scrambling ripples. She moaned behind my hand, her eyes closed and face flushed as I drove again and again. She came on the heels of her last orgasm, sobbing as her entire body betrayed her.