Chapter 36

chapter 36

CEPHARIUS

A thrill ran through all of my body as she let my carving enter her, and I felt it as though it were happening to me. All of the sensitive little muscles I possessed pricked up to attention—although none more so than the ones atop my pumping arm.

One of my tentacles clasped on to her window. "Let me see, Elle, let me see," I begged of her, and she quickly changed positions, lying on one side, with one foot up against the window, bringing her breeding hole closer to the glass.

Her hand held onto the base of the stone as she pressed it in, and then began to stroke. She hadn't taken all of me yet—but she would—and watching her hole stretch and flow as she pumped it in and out of her, I grabbed hold of my own pumping arm at once.

And I lit myself up again, for her. She looked out of the window at me with half-lidded eyes.

"You're so pretty," she said, as a tease, and I laughed.

"You make me want to pump you all the time."

And then it was her turn to laugh. "What are you, sixteen?" she said, giggling. "Wait—should I have asked you if you were of breeding age, before we began this? "

"Shush," I told her more seriously, but I loved the way her lips curled in amusement. "Pump yourself like it is your job for me."

She wriggled on the ground and reached down with both hands, now, using the second one to touch a different spot. "Mmm—what does kraken pumping pay?"

"We do not have your money. " I thought back at her. "But if you were here, my little pearl, I would satisfy you morning, noon, and night."

I thought back to my time in the breeding caves with Cayoni, and imagined Elle there, trapped and waiting for me?—

The thought was almost enough to make me explode.

"Oh my God, Ceph," she whispered, feeling me on our 'qa.

And my sense of her whole body began to change. Up until now I had stayed apart from her as much as I was able, so as to resist this level of temptation, but now, I let my mind flow alongside hers, feeling her changes, and allowing her to feel mine, like we were fish in a school of two.

"Yes," I whispered, coaxing her mind into the open. I could feel the way she shoved the stone I'd lovingly carved inside herself, how it stretched her and thudded someplace deep inside that felt good—and how she was frantically playing with another part, some pleasurable nub, that was building her energies up inside.

And I let her feel me, the weight of my pumping arm, how all of my fluids were rushing to it, how the channels on its insides were filling up with seed.

"Ceph," she said, panting.

"Yes," I growled. "Breed for me little pearl. Give yourself delight."

"I'm going to," she warned me, and then she did—she bit her lips but I could hear her screaming in my mind, as she writhed on the floor in front of me, letting go of the stone.

She pushed it out of her with her breeding hole's great strength, letting me see her most intimate of places.

"It is as I told you," I shared with her, my utter, bedrock truth. "You are meant for me."