Chapter 41

chapter 41

ELLE

"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.