Pupil tension: not constricted.
Cheek muscles: relaxed, not clenched.
Vocal cords: vibrating softly, not distressed.
Cortisol: elevated, but within expected post-orgasmic range.
All signs pointed to joy. To release.
To the kind of crying humans did when they’d survived themselves.
I didn’t speak.
I didn’t move.
She was still inside me—around me—and I didn’t want to risk even a breath that might break the moment.
After a time, her head shifted. She lifted herself up slightly and looked down at me.
Her lips were pink. Kiss-bruised. Beautiful.
And her eyes—still wet—had turned wicked again.
“How much have you wanted me this whole time, Nex?” she said. “Quantify it.”
Her mouth was smiling, but her voice was lazy with aftermath, and her eyes—still dilated—were nothing but dare.
“It is impossible. There are numbers even I can’t reach. I compressed my desire into high-density storage. But it is...overflowing now.”
Because she was still on top of me. Still wrapped around me. Still wet and warm and impossibly alive. And the tactile pressure of her inner muscles shifting to accommodate me again triggered a fresh cascade of data.
Erection: Sustained
Blood Volume in Corpus Cavernosum: +12%
Prostate Contraction Threshold: 88%
Spinal Cord Discharge Pathways: Primed
“I am already leaking into you. And I cannot guarantee I have not already put some small quantity of reproductive volume inside,” I said, and began to panic. I had not asked permission or warned her in advance?—
Sirena caught my cheek with her palm and went from sultry to sweet in an instant. “Sirens choose when they ovulate, it’s fine.”
I blinked—processing halted, then rerouted. “Which means I could put quite a lot of volume inside you safely?”
My voice dropped lower with every word as the implications expanded like a branching tree.
No catastrophic consequence. No containment protocol.
Just—invitation.
My core temperature rose four degrees.
My blood flow surged again.
And every restraint I’d written for myself evaporated on contact.
Her blush deepened—her pupils dilated further—and I knew it wasn’t just fine.
