18. Pearl of Jizzdom

18

PEARL OF JIZZDOM

TERESA

I look down in awe at his cock. Or… I think it's a cock. Whatever it is, it looks like it's about to go inside of me and it's gigantic . That's going to fit inside of me? What have I gotten myself into?

Pacari massages my thighs as he stares down at me, stroking his cock—but not with his hands. No, underneath it is a tendrilous appendage so dark it looks nearly black that wraps around and strokes for him. As it does, little pearls of blue spill out from the tip and crash against his cock, turning to liquid like melting ice.

I'm thoroughly entranced.

"Can I touch you?" I ask.

He nods. "It's going to feel… strange. Good strange. "

A smile sneaks out of my lips. "I like good strange."

My fingers trace along the shaft and up towards where the pearls turn to liquid—or, I guess, it's more like gel.

Oh fuck, and he wasn't wrong about the good strange. My fingers feel ultra sensitive, almost like I could come from rubbing them together. That's nice, that's real nice.

"Oh, shit—" he spits out, falling forward to cage me in.

At first, I think it's because of the way I'm touching him—hope it is? But then a wave rises over us and spills out across the cave. I shriek in surprise, laughing as it happens.

"I guess that's what happens when you have sex in a beach cave," I giggle.

He smiles back at me, captures my mouth with his. As my hand explores his cock, the tentacle beneath teases my hand, lightly caressing it as I spread the gel-like substance around him. My hand feels so good. He pulls my hand away, guides it to my pussy, and the simple dominance of the act sends a thrill through me. His thumb strokes the back of my hand as I touch myself.

I scream out in bliss. It's dizzying. Holy fuck, this is just what's on my hand. And the way my hand feels as I touch myself—has there ever been anything so erotic?

"You look so good, touching yourself for me," he murmurs against my mouth as he turns his head to meet my lips. "I want to see you make yourself come."

A disoriented giggle leaves my throat. "Nuh-uh… I need you inside me. Oh god—if you'll fit."

He bends his head till his breath tickles my ear. The vibrations of his voice wash over me with thrilled anticipation.

"I'll fit. My sifon was made to fit inside you. To pleasure you."

A nervous groan leaves me as I'm trapped beneath so many amazing sensations. But that word sticks well enough.

"Your sifon ," I repeat.

"Mhmm," he says, tracing the head of it over my cunt as it releases those little melting beads of pleasure.

My thighs try to close on instinct, but he pulls them wide, tsking gently.

"A cock is meant to breed. To leave a bit of itself inside. My sifon searches out your pleasure. It is designed to make you come again and again, to reap the benefit of your release."

"I think I'm too horny to really understand anything you just said, but it sounds— "

With my pussy alight with pleasure and sensitivity, the tendril widens my entrance before he plunges his sifon in. My nails dig into his forearms, as I cannot help but thrust up toward him until he is buried all the way.

"FUCK, YOU FEEL SO GOOD," I scream.

They're the last words I can get out before everything turns to moans and whimpers and half-formed, desperate pleas. Cocks and toys and fingers—nothing feels like this —once inside, you can only feel so much. But I can feel every part of his sifon , and whatever is in that gel stuff on him has me so relaxed, there's no pain. It's just enough friction, just enough resistance that I buck my hips against him, wanting more, more, more. But even more, that little tendril massages my labia, twists up towards my clit to tease and play with it. With the pearl stuff already soaking my pussy, I am pushed to my limits.

I come hard, writhing on the ground in ecstasy. But Pacari doesn't slow down. Instead, he pulls me up close to him, settles his legs underneath mine, propping my ass against his thighs as he continues to buck into me again and again.

"Your curves, Teresa, the way you move—has there ever been anything so gorgeous?" he gasps.

Our eyes meet, and now I can see his are blazing gold. My hands barely work, but as I settle them on his shoulders, they can't help but explore the fins along his neck. As I do, his grip on me tightens, his whole body tenses before thrusting hard up into me.

His voice turns to a whine as he struggles to say, "your hands feel so good on my fins."

He arches his neck into the touch, begging for more with his body. My fingers trace the bones underneath his skin as smoothly as I can. His thrusts turn into rolls as he slows his pace, still plunging as deep as he can. I can't help but wonder if this is his reaction to my fingers, what would it be like to run my tongue along them? His hand shifts to my waist, the other falling behind him for support as I lean down to test.

His sounds turn to panting whimpers as I run my tongue along his fins.

"Teresa," he gasps. "F—ah—fuck."

Since he's pushing me to my limits, I have no qualms about giving him the same treatment. I love having this power over him, hearing him desperate for me, for my touch. I love how unafraid he is to make such submissive, delicate sounds. Too many human men try to hide their enjoyment under manly grunts, but whatever culture yacanuyi have, it frees them from this toxic masculinity.

It only solidifies how I feel about him. How much I want this—want him —forever. No one else could ever make me feel like this.

He shudders beneath me, and suddenly I feel so full. I gasp as I look down and see pearls —literal pearls —dripping out from my pussy.

Pacari begins to shift back to his human form—at least parts of him do. His sifon is still buried deep inside me, but his torso and head shift back. The transformation seems to do more to push his pleasure and he comes again.

He looks back at me lazily, dreamily, pulls my mouth close to his. I keep grinding against him as he swears and moans under his breath.

"That's never happened before," he whispers, his voice light with awe.

He reaches down to the pearls between our legs, tries to squish them between his fingers. They're nearly solid as a real pearl.

"Huh," he mutters, still not stopping as he rolls into me. Each wave of his movements moves the pearls around inside, an internal massage that has me falling forward onto his shoulders.

"What is it?" I slur, barely able to get the words out for how many sensations still ripple through me.

"Teresa, what is it you desired?" he murmurs against my ear, nipping and nuzzling.

I pull my face back to look at him. He looks exhausted and fulfilled, just like I feel. His human face is pretty cute, too, his face long. I trace his nose, the bridge thick and somewhat pointed at the bottom, skin a gorgeous mahogany. I like him in every way— human or yacunayi . I kiss his nose as I ride the waves of his continued lust.

"You," I say.

Finally, he pauses. He pulls me in for a long, heartfelt, passionate kiss. As we pull apart, he scoops up the pearls carefully, hands shaking. Still, he hasn't pulled us apart.

"What are you doing?" I murmur, resting my forehead against his.

"I can't lose these," he says. "They're what tie me to you. You to me."

"What do you mean?" I ask, unable to resist kissing along his precious face.

"Oh—" he spots another wave as it threatens to break over us, pulls our bodies so tight nothing can get between us.

His body writhes against mine as he turns back to yacunayi . He shudders again.

"That was close."

"Mhmm," I murmur, feeling all hot and bothered again with the way he's moving under me.

I start to roll my hips over him.

"Hold on," he begs, placing his hand against my belly to stop me.

I've stopped, but that little tendril of his hasn't. I sit there in agony as he draws it out and in several times. Each time, the tendril collects the little pearls and stuffs them back inside me. My whole body tenses as I hold myself steady. I don't know what he's doing, but I'm definitely into it. The way it drags along my insides has me wound up so tightly I feel like I could burst at any moment.

"Those aren't gonna get me pregnant, are they?" I realize with a little nervous laugh.

Oh god, Teresa's stuck in hornyville, making irresponsible decisions again. I've always been so good about protection with new partners, but I didn't even think to ask. How does this work for him? He said his sifon isn't for breeding, but what are those pearls and why is he—

Oh god, I'm so full of him —

—stuffing every single pearl inside me like this?

"Teresa, I need you to come," he whispers. "Let me help you come, my pearl."

The pet name twists my mouth into an amused smile. His pearl—like the precious gemstones, or like what is between my legs? I suppose either way it's cherished. I'm cherished.

"Do you like your ass played with?" he asks, massaging his hands down my thighs.

"My cheeks squeezed or slapped, yeah," I sigh, delighting in his touch. "I don't like anything up my butt, but if you play with the area around my asshole…"

His hands immediately grab for my ass, pulling me close. The tendril slides from my pussy and drags some of that pleasure-filled pearl gel stuff all around my asshole. I let out a tight, weak little noise as he begins to thrust up inside me again.

"Touch yourself for me," he begs as we grind together. "I need you to come apart for me."

I hold tight to his shoulder for stability as I bring my other hand down between my legs. There is still so much of that pleasuring gel around my clit that it snakes its way up my hands. My hand fingers and my clit are both in sensory heaven as I play with myself, my vagina filled with his sifon and the pearls, with my ass growing in sensitivity with his tendril playing with it. As our thrusts grow harder, he smacks my ass. I scream out with pleasure.

"Again," I beg, rolling my hips against him, trying to take him deeper than he already, almost impossibly, is.

He rubs my other ass cheek before striking it. I'm wailing, howling with desire and the overstimulation as he smacks me again and again at my order until finally, my orgasm releases in a ripple of dizzying quakes. As another ocean wave washes over us, I hold tight to him, voraciously seeking out his mouth as I come. He shudders beneath me.

I gasp as the hand at my clit feels the shift—as if what's inside me is shrinking.

"What's happening?" I ask.

"I reap your pleasure," he says shakily. "The pearls we made… my sifon sucks them inside. But normally, what I take in is not so… tangible."

"What does it mean?"

He presses his shaky lips to mine.

"Maybe you won't forget me," he says, fully vulnerable.