My pulse quickened as Linn’ar prowled onto the bed beside me. His presence was powerful, imposing, exhilarating. He brought one of the fruits to my lips. I devoured it, not caring that the sweet juices spilled down my chin. Linn’ar leaned closer, parting his mouth, and licked it up with his long tongue. I shivered at the hot intimacy of it.
I knew from experience the effects of the fruit took a while to kick in. I eased back against the soft bed, letting the silky fibers envelop my skin. Linn’ar crawled on top of me. His hulking figure excited me. His body was so much bigger and stronger than mine. Every strange part of his anatomy was beautiful. I wanted intimate knowledge of them all.
“Put your tentacles on me,” I said.
Linn’ar raised the long, fluid appendages and drew them across my chest. I squirmed beneath his touch. The suction-cup pads on the ends of his tentacles were squishy and satin-soft. A shaky breath escaped me as the pads found my sensitive nipples. He toyed with them until I was breathless and sweating.
Maybe it was because Iwantedit to happen, but I felt the aphrodisiac effects of the fruit kicking in earlier than last time. My blood rushed hot. My skin was tight and tingly. My head swam, and my thoughts were slurred and thick with lust.
Immediately, the sensation of Linn’ar’s tentacles heightened tenfold. I moaned as he teased my nipples. I arched my spine to be closer to him.
Then he did something that made my eyes snap open. He placed a small suction cup on each one of my nipples andsucked.
An obscene scream ripped from my throat. I thrashed, squealing and whimpering and making vulgar sounds I didn’t know I could make. I couldn’t help it—it felt too fucking good.
The aphrodisiac buzzed in my system, ramping up every sensation. Five minutes into sex and my cock throbbed. Linn’ar hadn’t even fucked me yet. I’d probably lose my goddamn mind when that happened.
A primal growl of pleasure reverberated in Linn’ar’s throat. His maw was split in a toothy grin. I could tell he loved watching me unravel. That filled me with satisfaction. This wasn’t just about me—he was involved, too. We were in this together.
We were each other’s filum.
The emotional weight of it struck me. I raised my trembling arms and wrapped them around Linn’ar’s shoulders the best I could. His scaly-smooth skin was cool to the touch, a welcome reprieve from the arousal burning up my flesh. He growled deeper and lowered his head to nuzzle my cheek.
Suddenly, he hissed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He exhaled. The long, hot breath tickled my ear. “You brushed my feelers.”
I grew cognizant of his hyper-sensitive mane. I’d forgotten about it when I threw my arms around him. Then I recalled how good it made him feel back at the orchard.
My heart pounded in my throat. “Like... this?”
Gentle but teasing, I deliberately brushed my hand against the closest feeler.
Linn’ar groaned. The deep sound vibrated in the air, filling the room. I felt it in my bones.
And fuck, did it turn me on harder.
Linn’ar’s feelers lifted off his back. Their motion captivated me. Each feeler wriggled and pulsed with color, and when viewed as a single unit, the entire mane was mesmerizing.
How Maeleons walked around with a giant erogenous zone attached to their skulls, I had no clue. But I was going to take full advantage of it.
I tested it first by stroking the closest feeler like a cock. The result was immediate. Linn’ar’s entire mane flashed bright red. He tensed, shuddered and moaned.
“More,” he demanded.
I liked it when he bossed me around during sex. I squeezed slightly harder and pumped it. The sounds that came out of Linn’ar were indescribable and alien, but clearly ones of satisfaction.
“I will show you what it feels like,” Linn’ar muttered.
At first, I assumed he was going to mutually jerk me off. Then he produced a second ‘free’ feeler and snaked it towards my head. I watched curiously as it came closer and closer... What was he doing with it?
Through the haze of lust, a flash of memory came to me. When Levi gave birth, Zat’tor burrowed his feelers inside him to share the pain.
Then I understood what Linn’ar was doing. He was going to sharepleasure.
My heart raced as Linn’ar’s feeler wriggled closer to my collarbone. The second it touched my skin, I shivered.
