Chapter 34

chapter 34

CEPHARIUS

"And some krakens find them twice," I thought, but managed to keep that from her, barely.

I had no idea if she was asking me things out of sheer curiosity, with her bright mind, or if she was considering it.

If so, then I was glad I'd gone so far to find the right rock.

I watched her trail her fingertip around on top of one of the stones, following the spiral there, and my pumping arm descended at once.

It was all I could do not to project my heat at her—and I was so glad I'd taken myself in hand the other night—if I hadn't done that, I would have had no control at all.

"And so sometimes you pump and it doesn't mean anything?" she said, slightly pouting.

"Yes."

"So we could pump and it wouldn't mean that we were mated...right?" she asked, looking through her lashes out the window at me. "I mean—we're not even touching."

"Right," I swore to her, even though every fiber in my being disagreed .

I watched her pick the smallest of the stones up and bring it to her lips. "Do krakens do oral?" she asked, flicking her tongue over its tip.

We did not do oral as she thought of it, I realized, quickly skimming her memories—but I would do anything she wanted.

"You would be my first," I said, and she beamed.

"I can't just put this into me, Ceph. It's cold and dry," she said—and began licking it to wet it, and heat it up inside her mouth.

"Of course you couldn't," I agreed. Several of my lower-arms began stroking my pumping arm's base.

She got up to go grab the rest of the bedding from her bed and bring it over to the window. "Have you ever seen human legs before?" she wondered, giving the stone a playful lick.

"Not really, no."

Never that I'd bothered paying attention to before at least.

She undid the string that held her pants up with one hand and let them fall—and then she glared at me.

"Except for mine the other night. Are you saying they weren't memorable?"

"I knew I should not have been looking—so I did not look long."

"And now?" she asked, pulling the stone out of her mouth, and holding up her shirt, to trail a line of her saliva down her belly, to where another layer of her clothing hid her from me.

"Now, I will look," I promised her.

"Good," she said, letting go of her shirt to reach her newly freed hand inside her underpants, touching herself between her legs.

"I want to see," I pressed.

"My breeding hole?" she said, giggling.

"Yes," I said, my tone so serious it sobered her and made her stare at me.

"What are you doing to yourself out there?" she asked. "It's no fair that I'm the only one putting on a show."

I lit up all of my chromophores, emanating a radiant blue light, everywhere except for my pumping arm, which I knew she would see against my stomach by its shadow.

"Ceph," she gasped, her jaw dropping a little, as she watched me work myself with my own tentacles. I did my best to make it mesmerizing, winding and pulling, rising and falling.

"I know the stone is not me, Elle, but put it into you. Please."