“Female's pleasure. Only that.” Another tentacle rises, hovering near my other arm. “May this one use both?”
I nod, not trusting my voice. The second tentacle matches the first's gentle exploration. They move in mirror patterns, tracing designs on my skin that seem random but probably aren't.
“Female's skin still holds yesterday's sensitivity,” he observes. “Can see it in the way flesh responds. Goosebumps here. Flush here. Pulse jumping here.” One tentacle rests against my throat, and he's right. My pulse is racing. “But this one can stop. Can slow. Can wait. Watch.”
He pulls both tentacles back, leaving me breathing harder from just that simple touch.
“Control,” he says. “Choice. This is what frenzy stole.”
“Don't stop.”
“Eager already? From such simple touch?” There's something like amusement in his voice, but gentle. “This is also control. Making female wait. Building slowly.”
He shifts position on the ledge, arranging himself behind me. Not pressed against me, just close enough that I feel his body heat.
“Lean back. Trust this one.”
I lean against his chest, and the contact makes me shiver. His skin is warm, smooth where it's not scaled. His arms come around me, hands resting on my stomach. Not grabbing, just resting.
“The frenzy was about this one's need,” he says against my ear. “Control is about female's need. Tell this one what female needs.”
“I need...” What do I need? My body is still adjusting from yesterday, still processing the massive amount of seed, the overwhelming claiming. “I need to feel safe.”
“Then female will feel safe.”
His tentacles spread around us, but not to trap. They create a living shield between us and the rest of the cave. Protection, not prison. His hands begin moving on my stomach in slow circles, and the touch is soothing more than arousing.
“During frenzy, breeding tentacles emerged without choice. Now...” He pauses, and I feel him deliberately controlling something. “Now they remain sheathed until female requests them. This one can hold them back indefinitely.”
“But you want to...”
“Want is constant. Has been constant since female arrived. But want does not control action. This one controls action.”
His hands moved up, palms covering my breasts, still gentle. When his thumbs brush my nipples, the sensation is entirely different from the frenzy. Then, it was overwhelming, desperate, almost violent. Now it's studied, careful, building pleasure in layers rather than explosion.
“Tell this one when too much,” he says. “When not enough. Female guides.”
“More,” I whisper.
A tentacle rises between us, one of the smaller, more flexible ones I remember from the cave. It moves to my breast, and a single sucker attaches to my nipple. Just one, creating focused suction that makes me gasp.
“One,” he says. “Could add more. Could cover entire breast. But starting with one. Building.”
The sucker pulses, and I feel it release something. Not the overwhelming secretion from the frenzy but something subtler. A warming sensation that spreads slowly, making my nipple more sensitive without the desperate pain-pleasure of before.
“Your secretions...”
“Different types for different purposes. This one chooses which to release. Chooses intensity. During frenzy, everything releases at once. No control, no moderation.”
A second sucker joins the first, then a third. Each adds its own point of sensation until my breast feels like a constellation of pleasure points. My back arches, pressing into his chest.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Female's body remembers pleasure without frenzy's desperation.”
His other hand slides down my stomach, and I spread my legs without being asked. But he doesn't touch where I expect. Instead, his fingers trace the inside of my thigh, finding places where the bioluminescent marks are brightest.
“These marks,” he says, pressing gently on one. The pressure sends a pulse of pleasure straight to my core. “Connected now to female's pleasure centers. This one's claiming written in female's nervous system.”
He presses another mark, and another pulse follows. Each one builds on the last until I'm squirming against him, seeking more.
