6. Abi

IN WHICH CONFESSIONS ARE MADE, PASTA IS RESTED, AND NEW TECHNIQUES ARE DISCOVERED

Dusting her hands off on a tea towel, Abi pulled in a deep breath, willing her nerves to relax. She turned away from Senka's penetrating gaze, hiding her struggle and hoping her voice wouldn't betray her. "About what?"

"You say I'm not making you uncomfortable, inviting me into your space, but you are shaking like a leaf. I just don't know what is going on with you. One minute I think I'm terrifying you, the next we feel more comfortable than I've ever felt, and then other times ..." they trailed off, and Abi turned to look at them. They were shaking their head, one hand running through their wisps like hair.

"And other times?" Abi whispered, her breaths shallow and quick.

Each breath hinged on what Senka said next. Their relationship hung in the balance; tension pulled taut between them. The next few moments would determine if Abi felt like soaring or be enveloped in despair. Senka tugged on their own hair tendrils, their eyes pleading with Abi.

"Other times ... I feel like something is there, between us. A seed that, if we plant it, could grow into something beautiful. Do you know what I am trying to say?" they asked, their hands and every tendril straining for Abi where she stood across the kitchen.

"Yes, I think so," Abi answered, hope filling her chest. "I feel it, too."

A wide smile dawned on Senka's face, their glowing eyes crinkling in delight. "You do?" they asked. "How do humans do this? Do I need to ask your parents to court you or something?"

A squealing laugh burst from Abi's chest. "No, no, nothing like that. Just me, and I'd love to," she said, feeling like she was leaping off a cliff without looking.

She closed the space between them, Senka's tendrils lengthening toward her and caressing her as soon as she was within reach. They didn't tug at her, each place they touched her they skated over her skin, as if checking she was real.

"I'm sorry, I only have so much control over them," Senka whispered, their glowy blush lighting their face. "I can make them stop if you want, with conscious thought, but they are just drawn to you. If you are close, they want to be touching you, probably because I do, too."

"They don't bother me at all, I love them," Abi said, reaching out to brush tentative fingers over Senka's face. Their hair wisps intertwined with her fingers, already beginning to melt into her skin.

"Good, because they are entirely obsessed with you. I've been spending a great deal of time trying to control them of late," they said. "I've been trying to figure out if you felt the same, but it's only been the last week or so that I felt like you might."

Abi nodded, her cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so much. "I can take a while to warm up to people, I've found. It seems to take a bit longer for me than other people. I'm sorry if it was confusing."

Senka caught her chin with their hand, staring into her eyes. "We can take as long as we need, for everything. The only people concerned with our schedule are the two of us, and frankly, I don't see it as waiting. I'm happy to savor every stage with you. Pining for you was extremely pleasurable torture, and I'm confident I'll love every phase of our relationship. There's no need to stress or feel pressured, I don't."

They rubbed their thumb along her cheek and their tendrils gave her the lightest squeeze. Senka bit their lip and Abi's eyes were drawn to them like a lodestone.

Drawing in a deep breath, Abi reined in her nerves and met their eyes. "Do you think—I mean to say—would it be all right if I kiss you?"

"I'd love that," they said, lowering their head to hers.

Their lips brushed against Abi's with featherlight pressure, sending a thrill through Abi's entire body. Her stomach flipped with joy, her nerves clanging riotously through her frame. She pressed back against Senka, wanting more pressure from them. Kissing Senka was a full body experience, their tendrils massaging her body all over. Gentle presses that individually would be barely detectable, collectively, it felt like being carefully but firmly squeezed.

Senka hummed against her mouth and it emboldened Abi to deepen the kiss. She opened her mouth and gasped when Senka's tongue slipped against hers. She hadn't known what to expect, if their mouth would even be moist, but at first it felt like kissing a human. Their tongue tangled with hers, slow and sensual. They moved and touched her in ways that made her feel cherished, and she could hardly believe her luck.

In the past, she'd had some trouble with relationships. Other partners had always fallen first, fallen harder, and had been confused when she didn't return their ardor as quickly. Their annoyance had always gotten under her feathers, putting her further on edge. She'd had a girlfriend who'd been especially hurt by Abi's occasional difficulty with arousal, or that sometimes she just didn't feel like sex. She hoped that Senka really meant what they said about not pressuring her. She'd promised herself she wouldn't let anyone pressure her into physicality she didn't want ever again. Oddly enough, with Senka it just felt easy. There wasn't any pressure, but she also felt comfortable to explore this budding relationship between them.

Senka kissed her breathless, until Abi could feel their fronts melding into one another. Their tongues hadn't yet, but their lips were so enmeshed that she felt their subtle shifts inside her own. It was startlingly intimate, especially knowing that Senka could feel her from the inside.

Pulling back, their own breathing coming ragged, Senka smiled ruefully. Abi's lips missed theirs, bereft of their exciting fullness.

"I think it might be time to roll out the pasta," they said, several tendrils curling to tuck some of Abi's hair behind her ear.

"Oh," Abi said, flushed and somewhat dazed. "I suppose we should."

Now that they'd talked, Abi could see their gaze had softened. Senka looked at her now like she was something precious, a ghost of a smile gracing their lips even when they weren't.

"If you like, you could roll it out like we did with the dough ... show me how it's done," they offered, an adorable glow emanating from them.

"That's a wonderful idea," Abi said, already turning back to the table.

Senka stepped up behind her, their arms sinking into hers like they'd been doing so for years. Once inside, they flexed their fingers into hers and together, they reached for the rolling pin.

"How thin are we going?" she asked.

"Pretty thin," they said. "It seems like the sauce is going to be pretty light, it'll help if we can get the noodles delicate."

They rolled them out together, Senka's rocking synced with hers. They settled their head on Abi's shoulder, their chin sinking in just a bit. Senka's front pressed into her back, a warm, heavy, drugging sensation that thrilled her. It wasn't long until her pulse was elevated and she felt warm at their closeness.

"Abi," they whispered, drawing out her name in a tease. "I'll ask you again, do I make you nervous?"

Abi shook her head, her cheek impacting the top of their head. "No, not nervous."

"Not nervous ... interesting." Their lips brushed against the shell of Abi's ear as they spoke, sending shivers through her. "Do I excite you then, is that what this means? Does your blood race when I touch you? Are these wee gasping breaths for me?"

Abi whimpered and immediately wanted to crawl into a hole. What was it about Senka that made her lose control over her vocalizations? She'd never been so noisy or out of control before. She'd never, ever responded to someone as strongly before either. Abi's nod was followed by a pleased purr from Senka. Their tendrils shifted, caressing her skin in a way that made her feel like Senka was licking her entire form, except in her most private parts.

"Exquisite," they said, licking and suckling Abi's earlobe. "I love this, how you respond to me. Just beautiful."

Through it all, they'd kept rolling the dough, Senka leading them, as Abi's mind scattered. Senka loved how she responded, but in truth she'd been worried that she'd struggle again. Her arousal was spotty at times, and with past partners, she'd struggled to relax enough to enjoy herself. Almost every time in the past, she'd needed to focus to use her lunula, to override her brain and force her own body into compliance in order to have any hope of enjoying the experience. At some point, she'd need to share that fact with Senka, to warn them that it might be the case again in the future. In that moment, though, she was more concerned with experiencing this new thrilling experience while she could.

"Senka, please, can we—" she broke off, embarrassed at how forward she was being, but she was so nervous that this might be a singular experience, and didn't want to miss her opportunity.

"I want—Dear Lady, this is embarrassing ... sometimes I struggle with experiencing this—the arousal bit, and so I know this is all quite sudden, but I've never actually experienced being with a partner when I was so, erm—interested before. Do you think we could leave supper for a little while and perhaps spend time exploring each other instead? Sexually, I mean, in case I wasn't clear, and if you'd want that ..." Abi rushed out, her face hot with embarrassment.

"Oh, my sweet little bird, I'm honored," they said, nuzzling their nose into her neck. "Perhaps you might be putting too much pressure on yourself? Perhaps if you focus on the pasta?" Senka growled against her neck. "It might take your mind off of the pressure, and I'd love to make you come if you'd like."

"Please," Abi whined, grateful that though they'd placed her in charge of the pasta, their hands in hers hadn't actually stopped their work, now leading her to fold the thin sheet of dough. "I want to make you come, too, if I can, if you think you'd like—"

Abi cut off as the wisps shifted again, creeping up to surround her breasts, massaging and cradling them, even as other bits sunk into her flesh.

"Sssh, of course I want you to, but if this is a first for you, and it might be rare, let's savor this delicious arousal, hmmm? There's always other times, and if this is special for you, let's make it special, darling."

Dark trails of smoke bled through her dress to toy with her nipples, alternating between soft teasing brushes and focused squeezes and pulls. The sections that seeped into her seemed to exactly locate her nerve pathways, skimming along them, stroking her in places she'd never been touched before.

Another strong tentacle of shadow wrapped around her middle, pulling her so that she meshed deeper into Senka. Tendrils invaded her mouth, caressing her tongue in something like a kiss. It was all so much and Senka's tendrils were studiously avoiding her sex altogether. Pasta fully folded, Senka guided her hands to lay flat against the table.

"That can wait a moment, I'm not having you try to wield a knife while I make you shatter, no matter how accomplished at it you are. Keep your hands here darling, I'd like to taste this delicious cunt now, if you'll let me. If you'd like that?" they asked, their voice pleading.

A wave of intense pride made Abi smile around Senka's tendrils. They slipped out of her mouth to let her speak. "Dear Lady, yes, please. But what about you?"

"Oh darling," they purred. "My form is extremely malleable. If you want, I can taste and fuck your greedy pussy and still come down your throat. Or, I can fill your cunt to bursting, and kiss you with those tentacles in your mouth. It all feels good, you could touch me anywhere and I could get off on it."

"Holy fuck," Abi gasped. Their words curling inside her like their tendrils did, demanding her pleasure, coaxing it from her in ways she'd never gotten close to experiencing before.

"Come in my mouth, if you get to taste me, I want to taste you," she moaned.

Senka groaned against her, and their tendrils finally caressed her core, spreading out to knead the lips of her sex as others slipped through them.

"Oh, sweet girl," they crooned to her. "You are dripping. Have I made you wait too long? Are you going to come as soon as I touch your swollen clit?"

Abi laughed, their touches undoing what little sanity she had remaining. "It's possible, I just want you so bad," she whined.

Senka's tendrils sunk deeper inside Abi's body as their now thicker extension played with her mouth, teasing her lips before finally plunging inside. Abi sucked, it was more solid now, Senka rewarding her with a whimper as she did so. Triumph spread through her. Perhaps she shouldn't be so embarrassed at her own sounds, if that's how Senka's responded to her.

Lower, their wicked wisps stroked her, and inside they found something that made her gasp when they touched it. They were nowhere near her clit but fuck if it didn't feel like they were touching it. She bucked her hips instinctively, shuddering at the delicious drag.

"Oh, well that is a fun surprise," they said, delight brightening their voice. "It seems your clit isn't just that little button I've heard so much about, there's more in here. A little wishbone, which feels incredibly apt, considering how I've wished for this these past weeks."

Abi realized she'd stopped sucking and set to it with vigor. Senka pulled back, allowed her to toy and taste the end of their sex. The end that played along her tongue had an opening, larger than a cock might have, that seeped a bright, tangy liquid that burst on Abi's tongue. It was delicious and she wanted more. Lapping at the slit, she drank down each drop. At her eager attentions, the tentacle pushed back against her, allowing her tongue to slip inside.

Senka cried out and rubbed her more frantically. Another thick shadow tentacle gently pushed against Abi's cunt, asking for entrance. Abi ground down on it and then they were penetrating each other, closer than Abi had ever been with anyone, closer than she'd ever imagined possible.

Lower tentacle writhing in her pussy, one stuffing her mouth pulsing that delectable nectar onto her tongue, Abi felt herself tensing in Senka's embrace. Her muscles tightened as she neared the peak that she'd often needed magical help to reach. Instead, she hurtled toward it, overwhelmed in the most exciting way. Her thoughts slowed, honey flowing through her mind.

"Sweet Lady you taste good, darling. I hope you're hungry because I still plan on feeding you after filling you up. Will you drink every drop for me darling? I know you can, you're such a good fucking girl," they ground out, voice tight with tension.

Their words broke through her honeyed haze and suddenly it was all too much.

Tendrils tugging at her nipples.

Tentacles filling her.

Shadows caressing every inch of her.

Abi shattered. She careened into her orgasm, entirely out of control. She bucked wildly, her hands scrabbled at the table, and her feet kicked in the air. She squeezed her eyes shut, the pulses of her cunt timed with those of Senka's tentacle for the briefest moment until it squeezed at her tongue, shrinking to encourage her tongue out. As soon as she retracted it, she was rewarded with a gush as Senka came. Their come poured into her mouth, and Abi gulped it down, ravenous for them.1 With their lower tentacle, they pumped into her, supporting her through her orgasm until she was shaking against them, nursing on the last dribbles of their come.

Senka slipped their tentacle from her mouth and turned her to face them. The motion made Abi realize that she'd been held aloft by Senka, and she had no idea when it had started. She couldn't imagine how silly she looked, her eyes half-lidded, drunk on pleasure. She couldn't keep a dopey grin from her face, and she giggled when she saw it echoed on Senka.

They kissed her gently, resting their forehead on hers.

"I suppose that's what good sex is like," Abi said.

Senka threw their head back, a whooping laugh bursting from them. "I suppose so!" they replied, glowing eyes dancing. "Now that our first course is done, why don't you sit down and I'll cook your entree? Considering how your legs were kicking, I imagine you're tired."

Gasping, Abi furrowed her brow. "Now whose fault is that?"

"Oh, it's mine, absolutely. Truthfully, I'm just glad you didn't knock the pasta off the table, we don't need any more snackcidents!"

1.Senka's come is not like human ejaculate. It has an entirely different makeup and is secreted by their sex organs regardless of what form they are taking.