19. Like Hes a ProfessionalSomething

19

LIKE HE'S A PROFESSIONAL OR SOMETHING

PACARI

M y sifon feels so full it could burst. For the first time in my life, I have reached my limit. All because of her. Words bubble up in my throat, demand to be said.

But she is human. She still doesn't understand what this means. And I still don't know if when we part, she'll remember who I am. It gives me hope that she is not a complete, mindless mess after we have both taken our pleasure—multiple times.

I still cannot believe that I came —like that . Humans indulge in their own pleasures, and though some of them have tried to give back to me, they are so easily distracted by their own when I tease them. Even through everything, Teresa never once stopped exploring my body, seeking out the little quirks that would set me off. She discovered things about my body I didn't even know.

"I could stay like this forever, I think," she says breathlessly, still on top of me, holding her arms loosely around my shoulders. Our heads rest against each other.

"I could, but I think you would get cold," I laugh.

"Mmmm, not with you as my blankie," she says.

"Though someone might see us if we stay here too long. We were pretty loud," I murmur.

She giggles. I love that sound. I want to bottle it up and take it everywhere with me. She is perfect.

"Couldn't you do your dick magic thing and make them forget?" she says.

I tense a little, but try to laugh. She's making a joke. She doesn't know how much it's hurt to never feel that connection with someone I've had sex with. She doesn't know that she still could forget me. She turns her eyes to mine.

"I'm sorry. I—"

"It's alright," I promise her. "You're probably right, but I might have to have sex with a few dozen people to do so."

Her face sours and she sticks out her tongue. I nip it gently before drawing it into my mouth and stroking our tongues against each other.

"Do you still have to have sex with other people?" she asks .

"Not if I was willing to give your magic away," I answer.

I stroke her cheek, run my fingers along her soft skin, tracing the delightful roundness of her face. Curves and softness everywhere.

"I'm not entirely sure what kind of magic we made together, but I don't want to trade it," I admit. "I don't want to share you. What we have, it's between us. Not between me and the Lantern Witch."

"So you still need to have sex with other people to pay for the… for your garden, right?"

I nod as she strokes a finger along my lips. I close my eyes, delighting in the sensation, before kissing her finger.

"I have to restore it. Those creatures have nowhere else to go. You should see how much better it is already, after all the magic I was able to trade."

"I should. I'd like to. Can I?" she asks, excitedly.

I groan as she wiggles on my sifon . Her lips twitch in amusement just as her eyes droop with lust. I'm already dizzy, my sifon maxed out.

"Are you okay?" she asks.

A chuckle escapes me as I have to admit defeat. "I think… I should not keep my sifon cozy inside you any longer. You are a temptress, and the poor thing is overtaxed."

Her hands cover her mouth as she giggles.

"Aren't you supposed to reap my pleasure?" she teases. "When I have so much more to give?"

She rolls her body emphatically —my sifon still within her . I ache as I watch her breasts, the shift in her stomach, the roll of her pelvis against mine. The way her hair falls over her shoulders, and how she bites her lip slowly, barely able to control her smile. I whine, the pleasure interspersed with pain as my sifon demands more even as it struggles to keep the pearls within.

"Please, Teresa," I beg. "Later."

I've never had this kind of magic in me before. I am all too aware of every single sensation.

She pushes herself off of me, sitting in between my legs with her legs wrapped around my hips. My sifon juts forward, too full to retract. Her eyes widen.

"Was it that big when you put it in?"

I shake my head. "It's full now."

"Full… what happens to the… the uh, the pearls?"

Her hands inch closer, stroking my thighs idly. I rest my hands on hers to stop her.

"I'll put them somewhere safe later. But for now, inside me is safest."

She lets out a giggle. "Like a chipmunk storing food. So weird, you weren't kidding about it being the opposite of a cock, I guess. Well, except for the shape."

She reaches her hands out, tempted to touch, but I grab her wrists and kiss her knuckles before she can go further. "No more, not now."

She pouts, but then smiles. "Honestly, I'm gonna take the compliment that I'm so sexy I oversexed a professional."

"A professional," I laugh.

"I think you could seduce anyone," she says.

"I could, but right now I don't even want to seduce you. I just want to hold you. Talk to you. Never leave your side."

The last part slips out.

Her face falls for a moment. Her breath slows. And then we're kissing again. Slowly, full of love and tenderness.

"Fuck it, I love you," she says, shaking her head. "I'm an adult. I can fall head over heels if I want to."

My heart swells, beats a mile a minute. Love has always felt like a foreign concept for me. Something I've heard humans throw around, but something I couldn't even conceive of. Something even Cirro in all his darkness has spoken of with hope. But for me? Never.

Yet, if it exists for me, this must be how it feels.

"I love you, Pacari. And I know you say no one ever remembers you once they've had you, but you're mine, and you're never getting away now."

She kisses my cheek, and it's only then I realize that I'm crying. Huh. I never even noticed the change to human this time.

The words are stuck in my throat. Maybe it's fear. If I say the words, she may still forget me, and I'll be here alone and heartbroken.