"What is this?" I asked, applying gentle pressure to the seam.
In response, the seam parted slightly, revealing a glimpse of violet within. Cyrus's hand caught mine, guiding it more deliberately along the opening.
"This," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "is how I pleasure myself... and others."
The seam opened further under our combined touch, and from within emerged what could only be his cock. It was violet in color with ridges along its length and a pronounced flare at the base that I recognized as a knot. It glistened with its own natural lubrication, the surface slightly textured but invitingly smooth.
"Oh," I breathed, unable to tear my eyes away. "It's... wow."
Cyrus smiled, clearly pleased by my reaction. "Different from what you're used to?"
"Very," I admitted, my own cock throbbing with renewed interest. "May I touch it?"
"I'd be disappointed if you didn't," he replied, leaning back on his elbows to give me better access.
I wrapped my hand around his shaft, marveling at how it seemed to pulse with its own inner light. The ridges created an interesting texture against my palm, and the natural lubrication made my touch glide effortlessly. Cyrus moaned softly as I stroked him, his tail shifting restlessly beneath him.
The natural lubrication coated my fingers, warm and slightly viscous, nothing like the cold, synthetic feel of the lube Mike and I had used. I explored the ridges with my thumb, fascinated by how they seemed to ripple under my touch.
"Does this feel good?" I asked, watching Cyrus's face for reactions.
"Exquisite," he sighed, his gills fluttering at his sides. "Your touch is... different from my kind. Warmer. More... curious."
I continued my exploration, growing bolder as I traced the length of his shaft down to the knot at the base. It was already swelling slightly, the violet color deepening to almost indigo.
"What's the purpose of this?" I asked, circling the knot with my fingers.
Cyrus's eyes, which had drifted closed in pleasure, opened to fix on mine. "It ensures the connection isn't broken during mating," he explained, his voice husky. "When fully engorged, it locks us together until completion."
The thought sent a shiver of excitement through me. "And these ridges?"
"For pleasure," he said simply, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "They provide... stimulation."
I leaned closer, inhaling his scent. It was something like ocean air and exotic spices. "I… I think I want to taste you," I whispered, surprised by my own boldness.
Cyrus's eyes darkened further, the green now almost black with desire. "Then taste," he commanded softly.
I lowered my head, my heart pounding as I extended my tongue to lick along one of the ridges. The flavor that burst across my taste buds was unlike anything I'd experienced—salty but sweet, with an undertone of something exotic and intoxicating. I moaned involuntarily, taking the head into my mouth.
"Yes," Cyrus hissed, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head, not pushing but encouraging. "Just like that."
I worked my way down his shaft, taking care to let my tongue trace each ridge as I went. The natural lubrication made it easy to take him deeper than I would have thought possible. Each time my tongue found a new ridge, Cyrus would make a small sound of pleasure that spurred me on.
As I continued, I felt his tail shift beneath me, curling slightly around my legs in what felt like a possessive gesture. The scales were cool against my skin, a delicious contrast to the heat building between us.
I pulled back to catch my breath, my lips already feeling swollen. "You taste incredible," I told him, my voice rough with lust and hunger.
"And you," Cyrus said, reaching for me, "are a natural at pleasuring my kind." His hand cupped my face, thumb brushing over my lip ring. "This little adornment... it adds an interesting sensation."
I smiled, oddly pleased by his approval. "Good to know it's not just decorative," I said, running my tongue over the small metal ring.
Cyrus's hand moved from my face to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. "I want to taste you now," he murmured, his lips brushing against mine. "All of you."
Before I could respond, he kissed me. His lips were softer than I expected, cool at first but warming quickly. His tongue slipped past my lips, exploring my mouth with the same curiosity I'd shown his body. I moaned into the kiss, my hand finding his cock again, stroking the ridges that had fascinated me.
When we finally broke apart, I was breathless. Cyrus's eyes glowed with an intensity that made my heart race.
"Lie back," he instructed, his voice carrying that musical quality that seemed to vibrate through my very bones.
