Chapter 33

Thirty-Three

Mira

She had no idea what she was doing. Mira was wrapped around him like some kind of squid, coiling her limbs around him because that was what he said the females of his kind did. But she didn’t think she could ever make herself seem larger than him. And if he was expecting a woman larger that him, one that would fight him and hurt him, it wouldn’t be her.

It wasn’t possible for her to overtake him, and she highly doubted that he would do anything but laugh if she tried.

So that meant she had to do things her way. She had to touch him the way a human would touch another. She had to convince him that there were other ways to have sex. Other ways to enjoy being with each other that weren’t just fighting, blood, and fangs.

She was a little worried about the logistics, but they would see where this went. That was why she’d licked him. Just to see what he would do if she touched her tongue to him, to see what would happen if he realized there was another way to do this.

Perhaps his kind were violent, but she wouldn’t survive that. Not with him. Not likely even with one of her own kind.

He had clearly enjoyed that touch, though. With an arm still around her back, he tilted her hips so her chest was spread out before him. “So you like gentle touches. That’s what you say?”

“Human women do.” She stared down at his black eyes, already burning with so much passion it made her heart speed up. “The men maybe prefer more forceful touches.”

“I don’t want to talk about other men.”

“I have a feeling you’re going to be very different, so neither do I.” Maybe she was crazy to want him like this. He was an undine, not even remotely human, and yet all she could feel was more wetness pooling between her legs. His muscles were so tempting. She wanted to touch them, taste them, let her tongue trail between the valleys of his abs, even though she knew it was a risk every time she took off her rebreather.

And still, she wanted to risk it. She wanted to touch all of him.

Apparently, he was more interested in touching her. His hands slid from her collarbone all the way down to her belly. A wicked grin on his face, he drew his nails down the front of her dress. Not enough to tear her skin, or even to rip it from her shoulders. Just three lines on each side, enough for her breasts to peek out through the fabric.

But all the seduction in his gaze dropped away as he finally saw her breasts. He groaned, the sound rumbling through his rib gills and vibrating against her thighs.

“You’re as pretty as I thought you would be,” he said at the end of that groan, drawing her up through the water with his arm banded around her back. He brought her breasts right to his mouth, his hair tangling around her torso as he did so. “Taste,” he murmured against her chest, drawing his lips over the tip of her nipple. “Humans like to be tasted.”

He opened his mouth and oh, his tongue. That wasn’t a normal tongue.

Mira couldn’t stop her eyes widening as she saw that strange appendage leave his mouth. Dark blue and thicker than any tongue she’d ever seen before, it was covered in tiny bumps that she tried very hard not to think were growths until he flicked it over her nipple.

Then all she could think about was how incredible that would feel between her legs. The texture of it wasn’t rough, like she’d thought. It was smooth and warm and almost clung to her skin as he licked at her again.

Groaning, fissures of pleasure moved through her body. Her stomach clenched, and she tried to squeeze her legs closed to help with the pressure between her thighs, but she couldn’t with him between them.

“Good?” he asked.

She whimpered before nodding. It was all the permission he needed to devour.

He focused on nothing but tasting her skin. His tongue laved over her, moving from the sensitive place underneath her breasts, leaving tiny bite marks from his sharp teeth as he paid close attention to the softer skin where her heart beat against her ribs. Then he returned to her nipples, drawing them into his mouth with almost too much suction, rolling them with that tongue that was so much more than she’d expected. How hadn’t she noticed the texture when she was kissing him? Maybe she’d been drunk with passion...

Like now.

Mira felt like she might fall apart at any second and all he’d done was taste her. But his hands hadn’t moved. He held her in place, his tail coiling behind her, wrapping around itself because she realized he desperately wanted to wrap around her.

Why? She had no idea.

It didn’t matter. She couldn’t think beyond the need between her legs. Tightening her grip on his hips, she grabbed one of his hands and moved it between her legs. “Touch me.”

“I am.”

“Touch me here.” She drew his hand down her stomach, down her pelvic bone. The skirt got in the way, but she knew he had to guess what she meant. Where she wanted him to touch.

Arges moved her skirts with a low growl that made even more liquid pool between her legs. She wanted to moan again, to tell him to make that sound again and again because it vibrated his gills on his ribs and the vibration felt so fucking good.

His fingers slid over her stomach, almost like he was seeking something that he expected to be on the flat of her bone. But then his fingers moved lower, tentatively reaching between her legs until he touched her dripping folds.

Their gazes caught, and she watched his eyes roll back in his head and his gills stand out stark around his neck as he ran one finger down her slit. “So warm,” he murmured. “So smooth.”

“That shouldn’t be so sexy when you say it like that,” she murmured, arching into his touch. “More.”

“More?” He seemed almost pained when he said that, but then suddenly she was moving again. Thrust up by strong arms, through the water until her legs were wrapped around his neck.

And oh.

Oh.

The feeling of those soft, fluttering gills against her thighs was almost too much sensation. They were the barest feather-light touch that she’d always wanted but never knew how to ask for. Then he turned, just slightly, and his gills brushed along her pussy lips.

“Fuck,” she whimpered. He was... tasting her. Drawing the scent of her need into his gills, coating them with the fluid only she could create. It should be disgusting, but it only made her want him more as he turned his head back to her slit and licked his lips.

He murmured something, perhaps along the lines of being gentle, before he licked her from bottom to top. Unerringly, the bumps of his tongue slid along her clit and she couldn’t even think beyond that. It felt so good. So unusual. So right.

He would ruin her for anyone else like this. How would she ever fuck a human when she knew what it felt like to have an undine lick her?

“What else?” he murmured, drawing his lips along her folds like he was kissing her there. Soft and delicate, just like she’d asked.

What else? What did he mean by...

“Oh,” she muttered, trying to draw her mind out of the fog. “Inside.”

“Inside?” He seemed intrigued by the thought, then licked his lips.

He wasted no time in the slightest. His tongue sought out her opening and then plunged. Plunged deep inside of her and oh that ribbed texture.

She made a strange, hissing noise that she’d never made in her life before tunneling her hands into his hair. She held onto him, her thighs quaking as he ate and devoured and licked. Those bumps slid against every part of her that she’d never known existed, and then suddenly she was coming. Her muscles clenched around his head, likely too tight. He probably couldn’t even breathe, considering she was clenching her thighs around his gills, but she couldn’t stop herself.

Every part of her splintered apart, clenching down on his tongue and holding him in place while she let out a keening cry.

He seemed unaffected once she’d come down from it. Instead, he drew her down his body, sliding her pussy down his chest and onto his scales until she was back in his arms. “You are well?”

“Perfect,” she whispered. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Your females can enjoy this far more than mine can.” He licked his lips, then leaned down to tongue her shoulder. “I like it when you scream.”

Shivering, overstimulated, she thought perhaps she should make him feel the same way. “We’ve focused entirely on what I like. What about you?”

“I am easy to please.”

“Are you?” Perhaps all males were the same, then. She twisted in his arms, trying to see where he would even have a cock. But he stilled her, wrapping an arm around her waist and turning her away from him.

Her back pressed against his chest, she could feel the hardness behind her thighs, trapped by the remnants of her skirt.

He thrust against her, and though it was a strange sensation, it was somehow still familiar. “I have concerns we are too different.”

“I know you aren’t a human,” she replied with a little chuckle. “Can I touch you?”

His hands glided down to her waist, slowly bunching her skirts up. Her legs glided down in the water, brushing against his tail that slowly coiled around her. Just the bottom hooked around her feet, holding them together and stuck in place.

He didn’t reply. Instead, she felt another thrust at her back and suddenly there was something similar to a cock in between her thighs. He’d glided the head through, smoother than a human and more pointed than she’d expected. Thick, though. God, he was thick.

But then... Oh, then she felt another prod at her lower back.

She gasped, her rebreather suddenly not giving her anywhere near enough oxygen. “You have two?”

“Most creatures in the sea do,” he grunted, but she felt him still against her back. “Your kind do not?”

No. They absolutely did not. But the mere thought of two had her... hot. She surprised herself with that, certain that two cocks would have sent her running at any moment other than this one. But the feeling of him gently gliding between her thighs, pressing against her clit and somehow smoother than anything she’d ever touched, made her want him even more.

She braced herself on his forearms and turned. Perhaps this was how he and his kind had sex, but she wanted to see him. She wanted to look at him.

His tail loosened enough for her to spin around, and she pulled one of her legs free, leaving the other to be trapped in the coil of his tail. Reaching up, she wove her fingers through his gills and watched his eyes roll back in his head again as she stroked the soft membranes there.

“Tell me if I do anything you don’t like,” she whispered.

He stared at her like she’d lost her mind. “There’s nothing you could do that I won’t like.”

She somehow doubted that, but still. She reached between them and discovered what she was working with. Two cocks, one on top of the other, extruding from his scales that had slid to the side to reveal them. She’d explore that later, but right now just the feel of him in her hand was enough to make her pant.

He was so different, but eerily similar to the toys she’d used before. Smooth, almost textureless, but thick and conveniently tapered, so it should be rather easy to feed him inside of her. And right now, that’s all she wanted to do.

Holding one with a firm grip, she experimentally pumped her hand up and down him. He bucked into her fist, hissing out a long breath with an almost angry look in his eyes.

“I don’t want this to end so soon,” he scolded.

“Why not?” she asked, lifting a brow. “You have two.”

He spun them in the water, and her back hit the sand surprisingly hard. Suddenly he was everywhere, that long tail wrapping underneath her hips and coiling around her leg. The other leg he clutched in a webbed hand as he drew her even closer to him. Rising over her like some god of the sea, all she could stare at was that muscle and endless mottled gray skin.

And through it all, she still notched him at her entrance. They both stilled the moment he brushed against her, freezing as they realized this was the point of no return. If they did this, they were tied together even more than they already were.

He flexed his hips, sliding inside her only an inch, but it was like he had poured molten fire into her veins. She was stretched, speared by a cock that was almost too large, but somehow so right. So smooth and gliding into her body without any barrier or resistance.

Tilting her head back, she groaned as he sank in another inch. Then another. His tail shifted underneath her, arching her back even more, so he slipped in as far as her body would let him.

A long sound erupted from his chest, and she opened her eyes to see all his gills fluttering at the same time. He was so otherworldly, so ugly and beautiful at the same time as he took her offering. His second cock slipped against her as well, laying across her clit, but not moving enough for it to help.

“You feel so good,” he groaned. “So tight.”

“Move,” she whispered.

She realized maybe his kind didn’t move. Maybe they locked together like some species of fish and that was it. But she refused to not get her dues on this. So she arched her back, rocking her hips against him. Pulling back so he slid almost entirely out of her. He hadn’t stopped her, other than the clenching of his fingers on her hips and a slight moan that made her wonder if he thought she was already leaving him.

But then she slammed her hips back into his, clutching at his scales for leverage as she forced him back inside her. The other cock slid with her, gliding the entire time on her clit, the delicious friction absolutely perfect. It was a constant, heavy weight against the sensitive bundle of nerves. His eyes snapped open, and she knew the moment it clicked.

He grabbed onto her hips and slammed in again. Again. Hammering into her body, just as she so desperately wanted. Though the texture of his cock didn’t give her much friction, the stretching certainly did. She was pushed nearly to her limit. Forcing her body to take him, turning an aching burn into a pleasure that consumed and burst through her until she clamped down on him again, nearly screaming into her rebreather as he arched over her as well.

She felt him come. Felt the warm pulse of his seed flooding her insides. So much more than a human. So much that it leaked out of her, rising from where they were joined in thin tendrils that shimmered with a hundred colors, like a pale oil slick.

Breathing hard, she stared up at him with some form of awe in her eyes, she was certain. “Wow,” she whispered.

He was breathing hard as well, his gills still flared wide. “That was acceptable?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Good.” He grabbed her by the hips and turned her around. She laid on his tail, her stomach pressed against the undulating scales when she felt a second, hard touch against her opening. “Because I have two.”

She arched her back and screamed as he slid in again. This time felt different. This time, he didn’t let her adjust or to sit with him inside. He pulled back and slammed in again, his clawed hands digging into the sand on either side of her head as he used his tail to hold her in place. The water grew cloudy around them as he rutted into her, his big body pressing against her from every angle.

But in this way, she could feel his scales rubbing against her sensitive skin. He seemed to forcefully slide her along them, marking himself with her body and the scent of her passion.

“So good,” he muttered, his teeth flashing beside her head before he pressed his lips to her shoulder. “So tight.”

She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Was the rebreather even working anymore? She had no idea. She arched back against him, tilting her hips so he had an easier access. So he could slip in and out even faster as she felt herself clenching around him again.

He hissed out a long breath, bubbles erupting in the water around them, and suddenly his movements were even more frantic, more desperate. One hand clenched down on her waist and he jerked her against him, grinding into her with the smallest of thrusts that somehow still moved him, but she could constantly feel him against her. Around her. In her.

Rearing up, he used his tail to bring her with him. She was limp in his grip, could do nothing other than take what he gave her. Wild now, he thrust harder, faster, moving into her with the undulations of the sea.

Frantically, she grabbed one of his hands and pressed his fingers against her clit, moving them with her own fingers to show him what she wanted. Then she splintered, shattered, screaming into the mask yet again as she came so hard she thought she might have died.

He came harder this time, shuddering against her back even as she felt a sharp prick at the side of her neck. The pain didn’t even register as she felt another flood of come between her legs, almost too hot even as it seeped out of her.

Breathing hard, he pressed his lips to her shoulder, her neck, her cheek, every part of her he could reach with her facing away from him.

“You are perfect,” he whispered against her skin. “So perfect.”

If she could feel her limbs, she’d have said the same to him. But the feeling of him still inside her, the sensation of pleasure that had almost popped her heart, she found she had nothing else to say. There was only wonder, and the realization that she couldn’t ever leave him. Not after this.

Fuck, she was in love with an undine.