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I wrapped two of my lower-arms around her legs and knees, pulling her open as my belt floated away. For all that she could breathe the substance we were immersed in now, so could I, and I’d been scenting her in it since we’d gotten her out of her suit. Between that and the taste of her, beneath all my suckers—she was driving me wild, and she didn’t even know it.
I placed a hand behind her head and did my best to kiss her as she had shown me, moving my lips against hers, and then trailing them lower, kissing the space beneath her chin, and down her neck. I felt her shiver at my touch, as I sent the little tendrils along my chin seeking, until I’d almost reached her chest, and then she froze.
“Little pearl?” I asked along our ’qa—and felt her pull up and investigate old thoughts and feelings, before putting them away.
“Keep going,” she whispered back.
I did. I had my lower-arms release her, and I pulled her up, so that I could keep kissing her, across her scars—making sure to kiss each of these carefully, because they had kept her safe for me—then trailing my lips down the bottom of her ribs and her stomach, coming ever closer to her sweet, sweet space.
I hefted her up with a final lift, and she squealed but wrapped her legs around my neck, letting me move my lips against her softest flesh.
I felt her gasp and sigh above me, relaxing, as the tentacles on my face told me what I could taste—she was creating her own fluids now.
Her breeding hole was ready.
“Do you like that?” I asked her on the ’qa, even though I already knew the answer.
She didn’t use words, she just radiated pleasure.
“Good,” I thought, taking a final deep inhale, swallowing her taste, before pulling her back down. “Then I think you will like this, even better,” I said, inverting one of my lower-arms to rub her with my suckers.
Her eyes snapped open with surprise. “Ceph!” And then she bit her lower lip. “Oh, you’re right, that’s good.” She put her hands on my shoulders. “It’s—” she said, fluttering her hips against me, then slowly letting me hold her in place, as I wrapped her legs open again. “I like that.”
“As do I.”
My suckers enjoyed tasting her; her essence was all around me in the water now, and I liked feeling her twitch as her little muscles began to bunch with hungry need.
“Oh, Ceph.” She reached between her legs to still the lower-arm she rode upon. “Just—let me,” she whined, rubbing hard at her own pace, and then crying out on the ’qa, her head tossed back, her legs kicking. Her hips battered against me, until she finally sagged—looking down for the first time and spotting my pumping arm.
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“Is that what I think it is?” I asked, reaching for it.
Ceph whipped it away from me, leaving a small cloud of gray behind. “It...is,” he said, slowly bringing it back.
His color was still a dark living red, with patterns flowing all over his body, but while his pumping arm was an arm, it wasn’t like the rest of them. It didn’t have suckers—and it was several shades darker than him currently—and there was a slow trickle of black oozing from its tip, being diluted by all the water around us.
It had the same spiral and ring as the carvings.
“May I?” I asked, as polite as he’d been up until this point. Rather than answer me, he brought it closer, where I could touch. I brushed some of my hair out of my face, and then reached for it, unable to wrap my hand around its girth.
“I don’t know, Ceph. This one looks bigger than the practice one last night,” I teased—but I read the ’qa wrong. I’d only been thinking about my own thoughts; I hadn’t been listening to his—because if I had, I’d have heard how nervous this was making him.
He wanted to put it in me so badly, but he was desperately afraid of doing the wrong thing.
“You can’t,” I answered him. I squirmed free of his arms to let myself sink, so that I could take the tip of him in my mouth. He jolted at that—and it was like a record scratch on the ’qa, breaking him free.
“There’s nothing we can do right now that’s wrong,” I told him with my mind while I sucked him, looking up. His pre-cum tasted savory and salty as it burst across my tongue, and I reached down his pumping arm to circle it with both hands, stroking up. It made him growl with pleasure, so I did it again and again, until a small cloud of black burst out of his tip. I gasped, wondering if I’d hurt him, when his strong hands grabbed me, hauling me up.
“There is more,” he thought at me. “There is always more. And it needs to be inside you.”
Everything before this had been careful—but now his tentacles wrapped me with force, holding me open, presenting me for him—and then I could feel his pumping arm’s thick tip searching, running up and down my seam, pushing and probing.
I groaned when it entered me, and felt him do the same.
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