Zasha's Capture (manxman)

Chapter 6

As Gowron brought Zasha close into his embrace, Zasha found himself assaulted with a pleasure he had never known. This was nothing like the experience he had earlier today with the soldiers.

That serpentine tongue assaulted his mouth, wrapping around and squeezing his own tongue. Rational thought fled him as Zasha surrendered to Gowron's will. He splayed his fingers across that silky, scaled flesh. 

The feeling of being caressed with all those squeezing, stroking tentacles, fanning the flames of his arousal. When he felt some tug at the waist of his leggings, he could not stop the moan that escaped him.

Zasha was suddenly lifted in the air, the tentacles at his waist replaced by Gowron's seeking hands. Once the leggings were pushed out of the way, Gowron lowered him again. He had broken off the kiss and was seeking out Zasha's nipple, left vulnerable by the open tunic. When his hands found Zasha's hardness, Gowron made a hissing sound.

It was exactly like a snake, and his tongue vibrated delicately, on the very tip of one of Zasha exposed nipples. Zasha threw back his head and cried out, overwhelmed by the combined sensations. He gripped Gowron's shoulders, clutching them for support, and felt more tentacles wrap around his forearms.

 Gowron's hands were inside of Zasha's leggings, one working him slowly, teasing back and forth over the length of his shaft, while the other cupped his sac and massaged it gently.

"No one else may touch you again." Gowron was saying. Zasha felt his cock being gripped tighter as Gowron spoke. "I claim you as mine, my Tsar'sen. My mate. All of this is for me alone." With that last statement, Gowron rubbed Zasha's twitching hole. At the same time he increased the pressure and speed of his other hand. 

Zasha shivered, knowing he wanted no one else to touch him like this. He felt his imminent orgasm. His head was forced down, allowing Gowron access to his mouth. The feeling of all those rubbing, massaging tentacles, along with the sucking and stroking of Gowron's tongue and fingers, pushed Zasha over the edge.

"Gowron!" Zasha cried against his mouth, as he spurted into Gowron's waiting hand. His body arched, taut as an archer's bowstring, for what seemed like eternity, as he rode out his orgasm.

 He collapsed into the expanse of Gowron's chest, trying to catch his breath. He watched as Gowron raised his hand to his lips and licked it clean, all the while keeping his eyes locked with Zasha's.

Zasha gulped, suddenly wondering what Gowron would taste like. He slid his hands down Gowron's chest, over the ridges of muscle, down to the waist of his leggings.

Where he encountered dried and crusted blood.

He snatched his hands away. Horror filled him as he realized they were also covered with Gowron's blood. Gowron looked down in confusion, and then back to Zasha's face. Zasha was surprised at the expression of understanding. Gowron opened his mouth to speak.

A creaking sound rumbled in the air. The door, someone was opening the door! Zasha dove for the endless light's orb, extinguishing it. At the same moment his sister's voice rang from the entrance to the stone cavern.

"Zasha! Are you here?" Cora's voice was frantic. He turned to Gowron, even though he could not see him.

A tentacle once again wrapped around his throat.