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ELLE
I rode the high of my orgasm for several minutes, trying to catch my breath on the floor, while Ceph watched me, apparently perfectly content.
And I couldn’t quite believe what I was going to say next.
“Did you come?”
Because I’d come so hard I’d forgotten half of my PhD thesis.
I felt Ceph’s amusement before I heard him. “No.”
“No?” I complained, moving to sit up. “Why not? I thought I was perfect!”
“You are—which is why I wanted to appreciate you.”
I collapsed against the sheets again. Up until now I never would’ve called myself a selfish lover, but?—
“You are not selfish. If anything, I was. I wanted to bask in you.”
I gave the window glass a dreamy smile. “It’s kind of cheating if you always know the right thing to say because you’re in my mind.”
“It is a good thing you like me, then.”
I couldn’t help it, I laughed. “Well okay, mister—Ceph of the Sea—whip it out again.”
“It was never un-whipped.”
“Fine,” I said, sticking my tongue out. “Show me.”
He went back to his beautiful phosphorescent hue, and I could see where he was still stroking himself, albeit slower than he had been.
I moved onto my knees and put the middle of his carvings to the glass. I was sure there was some refraction involved, but the “pumping arm” outside looked bigger than the one I’d just been putting into my body.
“The bigger the arm, the heavier the seed burden,” he explained, as I picked the final, larger, carving up.
Look at me, getting to play dick-Goldilocks in here.
I put a curious hand up to the window. “Does that make it feel different for you?”
He considered this. “Honestly, no. I would prefer to be the size of the one you’re holding now. But—I have let a lot of seed build up.”
“When’s the last time you, uh, pumped?”
“The other night,” he answered plainly. “But there were years before that, and you never express as much alone as you do with a partner.”
I was learning so many interesting things about kraken physiology this evening.
“Does being with me like this count?” I wondered.
His stroking paused. “I—I don’t know.”
“Should we find out?” I asked, settling back down.
“You would want to go again?” he asked, and I felt his fascination. “I assumed that humans were too frail for multiple breeding sessions.”
“Well, you assumed wrong, at least where this human was concerned,” I said. “Just keep pumping yourself like that, and let me catch up to you.”
This carving was bigger than the rest had been, but I was nice and wet now. It was cold—but I knew it’d warm up, once I got it in.
