Going Deep

by L. J. Vickery

  “Keep that up and I won’t be decent to turn over.” He smirked up at her. “You’ll have to be forgiving Dick Cheney for his indiscretions.”

  “Not my favorite vice president,” Holly grinned, “but on you…anything looks good,” she purred into his ear.

  A distraught sound by the glowies brought them both quickly out of their own little world. “What’s the matter?” Dagon sat up and looked around. He blinked in disbelief.

  “They’re gone, Dagon!” Minrella cried. “Your friends, they both disappeared!”

  Well shit. So much for celebrating. Fucking Nergal. He couldn’t have given them one damn moment to relax?

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Dagon rose to his feet, pulling Holly up after him. He draped an arm over her shoulder and bent his head to nuzzle the soft curls above her ear.

  “Gross!” Holly halfheartedly attempted to push him away. “I must smell like the bottom of an incinerator. How does anyone stay clean down here?”

  Dagon thought she smelled better than anything he’d ever inhaled. “We have hot springs in hidden places that we use to wash.” His face lit up. “Speaking of which…” An exact destination came to mind, and it wouldn’t do them any harm to get moving.

  We need to head out, my friends. Dagon urged as he reluctantly let go of Holly to pull on his clothing. Nergal’s about to get an earful from Lenore, and that will buy us time to get through the portal before he can call in more guards. Once on the other side, I’ll know where we are, and will lead the way.

  Already headed to the passage, Lavarette spoke up. “Will we be needing these?” She pointed to two backpacks stowed away behind the rocks.

  “Hell, yes,” Holly swore. “I can’t believe I almost forgot them.” In my preoccupation with you, Dagon heard her say. “They still contain a few tricks.”

  Dagon nodded, buttoning his jeans, as Lavarette shouldered one bag while Graville hefted the other.

  “Where are we headed?” Holly breathed in his ear, scooting back under his arm and moving so that his hand brushed the side of her breast. Damn. He needed to reach their destination in a hurry.

  “A place where we can get clean…and be alone.” The look he gave her must have smoldered as much from the outside as it did on the inside, because he felt her body quiver against him. Oh, the promises that held.

  Dagon moved quickly. The hot spring he had in mind was less than a mile away. It fed a small deep pool that took up the majority of a private, tranquil cave whose ceiling was illuminated by a natural phosphorescence. It was the perfect place to explore his Chosen’s body for the first time. He would ask his friends to stand guard. Considering how quixotic the species was, he figured they’d understand his need to be alone with Holly. He singled out his most romantic ally.

  Minrella? Not far ahead is a small spot I’d love to be able to use for some private time with Holly. Could you get everyone to settle down for a while…and possibly post some guards outside the little cave?

  Nothing would please me more. He could almost see her cheeky grin. You take all the time you want. These are very lovely surroundings and abundant with food. We will hunker down and get everybody fed.

  Dagon remembered to give her a warning. Just don’t let anyone wander off. This area has always been neutral territory for me and my friends. But outside the three large chambers I’ll be showing you, all bets are off as to where demons might be lurking.

  We will fit all our people into your safe zone, then wait for you to be…finished.

  Dagon chuckled. Don’t hold your breath. He’d never be finished with Holly.

  Dagon let Minrella know the minute they entered the first of the three safe, enormous caverns. He took time to pause, making sure all the glowies streamed in, giving those who entered an unobstructed view of a vast rock chamber graced by the most luxurious grotto in the Underworld. Holly gasped at his side, and similar sounds in his head came from the glowies.

  Here was a spot that truly glowed as a bright place in Hell. Waterfalls ran down the walls in sparkling cascades, filling vast basins with warm, inviting water. Greenery hung in cascading twists from outcroppings of pink colored rocks, and soft moss grew underfoot, padding tired feet from the relentless dust. It was an oasis in a place that Dagon had always considered bleak, but now that he’d seen where the glowies had originated, he realized that this whole upper level would seem to them like a veritable paradise, and this room in particular, like Eden itself.

  Enjoy yourselves. Dagon walked into the second chamber, followed by a large group, and kept up the guided tour. The third safe room is across the natural stone bridge to the right. I think you’ll find it the perfect place for sleeping after your children have exhausted you in the pools. The cave we’ll be in is over to the left.

  He switched to speak with Minrella alone. Do you see the small doorway next to the wall covered in green plant life? Minrella pointed at the opening he had in mind. Yes, that’s the one. He gave her a quick salute and, without further ado, led Holly there, deeper into their own paradise.

  “It’s quiet,” Holly said in a hushed voice upon entering the cozy space. The room’s moisture caused stray tendrils of her hair to curl even more evocatively around her face as she turned wondering eyes to Dagon.

  “In contrast to the noise the waterfalls make in the outer chamber, yes. This lagoon is fed by an underground spring.” He led her to a patch of sand by the pool, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her down with him, positioning her on his lap. He let his mouth wander up the side of her neck to her earlobe, which he nipped with a gentle tug of his teeth.

  Holly shivered. They’d both be naked within minutes, and there was something she needed to tell him first.

  “Umm…Dagon?”

  He’d nuzzled down into the collar of her shirt and headed south with intent. “Yes, my sweet girl?”

  “There’s something I need to tell you about, well, sex.”

  He laughed a low throaty growl that traveled all the way to her toes. “Don’t worry. I don’t need coaching. It may have been a few hundred years, but some things you never forget.”

  She reached between them and had to push him away to gain his attention. “That’s not what I meant.” Holly gave an uncomfortable chuckle.

  He moved his head to look in her eyes. “What is it then?” His mouth dropped. “You’re not a…”

  “No! No, I’m not a virgin,” she grumbled. “Why does that seem to be the question of the week?” When he raised brows again, she shook her head. Holly wasn’t about to get into that explanation.

  “Then I don’t understand.” His hands roamed over her hips, clearly enjoying the contours of her small, hard ass. She leaned into the pressure, because, dammit, she enjoyed it, but he derailed her thoughts. She pushed his hands away.

  “Well, you see, Nergal…” Holly hadn’t realized this would be so difficult to spit out. “Nergal had me pay him a visit before I was allowed to join you.” She knew those pesky worry lines were present between her brows again, because Dagon ran a finger over them as if to smooth them away. Damn. He wasn’t going to like this. He’d already hardened his face, knowing that any time Nergal was involved, it couldn’t be good.

  “Did that bastard force himself upon you?” Dagon thundered. “If he did, king or no king, I’ll kill him with my bare hands.”

  Dagon’s eyes darkened, and Holly caught a glimpse of a sharp white fang between his lips. She’d better get this out fast. “No! He didn’t…well, yes.” Dagon started to get up, and she pushed him back. “Wait. He didn’t have sex with me.”

  Dagon settled down again, slightly mollified. “Tell me what he did then.” There was a telltale hint of serpent lisp.

  “He seems to have some weird hang up about women and children and…pregnancy, and he wanted to make sure that we couldn’t, umm, consummate while under his…” What was the word? Protection? “um…roof.”

  “And?” She could feel Dagon trying to quell his impatience b
ut his claws peeked out and the clothes on his back tightened. Holly bit her lip. At any moment, dorsal fins would poke through. “Tell me all of it,” he demanded.

  “He made me lie on this stone table…naked…” She mumbled the last.

  “I didn’t catch that.” Dagon turned her averted gaze up to his.

  “Naked, I said.” She faced him and quickly let the rest loose in a flustered torrent. “And…fitted me with a chastity…thing, of sorts.”

  Dagon looked incredulous and then incensed. Holly pulled back a little. Shit. She didn’t know him that well. Was he going to become violent? How did he feel that Nergal had inappropriately outfitted his woman with an arcane form of birth control?

  Well. Maybe it wouldn’t bother him at all. Had his cock just gotten hard, under her ass?

  Dagon shakily moved Holly from his lap, then ripped off his shirt and jeans. She could only observe as the god—clothed only by Dick Cheney—dove backward into the pool with an anguished roar.

  Holly sat, worried—waiting, and waiting, and waiting for Dagon to surface. She wasn’t concerned that he would drown. She figured that his fishy-persona would keep him from death. But maybe he would feel compelled to confront the king over having her nude, and once he got a load of her…um…chastity belt, understanding that she’d been inappropriately touched by the king, would he want her anymore? Maybe being fondled by another deity was a betrayal of some sort, and some obscure god rule had been broken. Holly wiped away the first slow tear. How was she to know?

  Dagon’s dark head broke the surface with a howl, and Holly scrambled back, now more unsure than before. The creature who was Dagon, but not Dagon, swam to the edge of the pool, as near to her as possible without getting out.

  “Ssshow me,” he hissed, but Holly understood him.

  “Sh…show you?” she asked hesitantly.

  “Take off your clothesss and ssshow me. Be quick or I will rip them off you myssself.” His claws curled in the dirt at her feet, and Holly could picture them tearing the material from her body. Was he angry? Staring into his serpent face, she couldn’t tell. Uncertain tears leaked in more substantial trails down her cheeks.

  She stood up and fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, unable to control a terrified squeak as the Dagon creature burst from the pool and stood in front of her, now completely naked. She dropped her hand from her shirt. Neither one of them moved.

  When he finally touched her face, he raked gently across her cheek and then raised the proffered claw to his mouth to taste the salt of her tears that he’d gathered. She turned confused eyes to his. When a slow rumble emerged from his enlarged chest, she realized there was no place for her to flee, but it didn’t matter. With a deep exhale, she found herself held against him in a strong, yet tender embrace. He wasn’t angry.

  But…but what was this? A hard rod dug almost painfully into her belly. She didn’t know whether to laugh or be terrified. Her Dagon-serpent, instead of being mad, seemed incredibly turned on.

  What had Lenore said? Extreme agitation would turn the gods into their alternate selves, be it anger or sexual arousal. If the size of his cock was any indication, he harbored a whole enormous boatload of lust. But the questions of the moment became, was he aware of his arousal? And who was in control? Dagon or his serpent?

  He nipped her ear, just like before, only this time with fangs that could have torn her apart, yet didn’t. Holly relaxed into his embrace. She understood the message. This was still Dagon. She raised her head up to his, bumping her nose hesitantly but insistently into his snout, then boldly poked her tongue up to his mouth and swiped it across his protruding fangs.

  It seemed that was all the encouragement he needed. His claws proved to be extremely versatile, ripping the buttons on her shirt, pushing the material of her bra aside, and cupping her small breasts lovingly. Her brown nipples responded instantly as his claws purposely grazed them with his sharpness. Exquisite torture.

  Dagon was not quite so patient with her pants. He popped the large button easily enough, but the zipper proved too elusive. When Holly moved her hands between them to lower the reluctant barrier, she brushed against his intriguingly large cock. Forgetting her own need to shed clothes, she moved her hand to surround his warm hard flesh.

  Luckily, having talked to Lenore, she knew to expect the harder-shelled tip of his sex and the wavy scales, but as she glanced down, she gasped. What the other woman had neglected to fill her in on was the glorious shiny gold color. Or perhaps that was exclusive to Dagon’s lovely equipment?

  Holly looked up at Dagon’s face and then down at his cock. Licking her lips in anticipation, she lowered her head.

  “Uh, uh. You firssst!” Dagon pulled her upright, then lowered the pants from her hips and tumbled them both backward into the pool, making an impressive splash and keeping a firm hold around Holly’s waist. He quickly did away with her pants altogether, and the scrap of silk beneath. Dagon reveled in the feel of her small, compact body pressed up against his in the warm water.

  His animal form hummed. He dipped one claw down between the cheeks of her ass and was rewarded as she arched into him even harder. His prick throbbed with the contact, and he widened her legs to find her warm, welcoming channel. What was she talking about? Chastity belt?

  Ah, shit. He felt a small metal impedance that would keep him from breaching her sex and stilled. Hell. It wasn’t a chastity belt. That asshole Nergal had pierced his Chosen’s pussy lips. The king had manhandled her private parts…and caused her untold pain. He would kill him. But that could wait, dammit. His Chosen had shown uncertainty and fear of him, so right now he needed to show her where his devotion truly lay.

  He couldn’t fuck her. That was a buzz kill. But there was more than one way to skin a pussy.

  Still swimming, he pushed Holly ahead of him and lifted her up, depositing her, legs spread on a rock at face level. He pulled her to the edge where her soft, swollen folds revealed themselves to him fully and an all-out growl left his throat.

  He slowly and deliberately let Holly get a good look at his tongue. She gasped and her breathing stuttered. He knew what she saw. Long and forked, it approximated the length of a large penis, and thanks to Nergal’s meddling, he was about to do his damnedest to use it like one. Holly fell back limply.

  She cried as his first touch flicked the sensitive nub between her legs. “Oh my gods, Dagon!”

  But he’d only just begun. He parted her soft dun-colored curls, and the forks at his disposal teased her blocked entrance, whipping across her clit, stirring her to a frenzy, and drenching her in her own juices. Dagon almost purred. Holly burned with need.

  Just when he thought she would explode, he pulled back, and with his claws, he spread her wider and blew across her pussy. Holly screamed, grabbing his head and trying to force his mouth back down, but he continued to cool her flesh until her complaints became just a whimper. When her body had relaxed off of its truncated climb, he dipped his head and kissed his good girl on her wet labia, then as reward, he positioned his lips to form a complete seal around her slit.

  Dagon could feel Holly holding her breath. She couldn’t know what she waited for, but she wouldn’t be disappointed. Slowly, ever so slowly, he unfurled his tongue up inside her cunt, probing and rippling along the walls of her flesh, then swelling to fill her completely. The two halves of his tongue worked independently, touching every surface inside her pussy, and never once disturbing Nergal’s ring.

  Holly’s nails dug into his scalp, and the intensity of her shudders as he maneuvered his tongue within her tight channel had him hard and arching into the side of the pool. His dick scraped along the dirt and rocks, seeking purchase and finding none, but this wasn’t about him. His Chosen needed to come, and he was overjoyed to oblige.

  She panted, she moaned, her hips rolled, and it wasn’t long before Dagon knew her release was imminent. With that in mind, he reached up with full claws extended on both hands and pinched her ripe nipples. Holly squ
ealed and went careening over the edge into an orgasm that gripped and milked his tongue with hard, intense spasms.

  Dagon sucked every last bit of honey from Holly, savoring each drop and drawing out the final aftershocks that rocked through her. He closed his eyes in pleasure, his left shoulder red hot from where his amulet lit up like a Christmas tree.

  Dagon heard a giggle. A small sound at first, which quickly escalated into a hearty guffaw. He opened one eye and removed his tongue.

  Holly’s stomach and chest rose and fell as she laughed and laughed, trying to gain control, but unable to overcome her mirth. She brought one hand down to his head and stroked and patted, letting him know that everything was all right, but it took several minutes before she could speak. Dagon heard a long, drawn out sigh, then a hiccup.

  “I’m so sorry,” she said finally, wiping away what he hoped were a completely different kind of tears than she’d had before. “That was magnificent. But I didn’t…I couldn’t… What I’m trying to say is, that when I have a really awesome, mind-blowing orgasm, I can’t help myself. If it’s really good…I have this uncontrollable need to laugh afterward.” She looked at him as if hoping he didn’t think she was a freak.

  Dagon preened and smiled. “Niccce.” He said. “Sssatisssfying.” He rubbed her inner thighs, still enjoying the view.

  She sat up abruptly, moving aside. “Speaking of satisfying…there must be something I can do to extinguish that beacon in your shoulder,” she said coyly. “Come up here with me basilisk-boy. You’ve got something that I need to take care of.”

  Dagon wasn’t about to say no. He bent his arms and leveraged himself up, breaking the surface of the water and uncovering the item in question. He stood upon the sand, and let his heavy cock bob against his abdomen.

  “Kneel in front of me.” His voice sounded rough in his own ears, but Holly looked more than eager to do as he commanded.

  He groaned. She’d wanted to put her mouth on him from the moment she’d first seen his serpent cock. His imagination ran riot now. How would those ridges feel under the ministrations of her tongue? How much of him could she take in? He’d have to take it slow and find out, but damn, he felt like plunging his cock all the way into her hot little mouth.