He had it in him. She was certain of it. He just hadn't ever been given the gift of discovering the pleasure that could make him see stars.
Leaning up, she straddled him as she pulled the zipper down from her wetsuit. The expression he had was of a man who coveted the creature above him, and she thought perhaps her body would be enough to intrigue him.
The zipper moved, inch by inch, revealing miles of her flesh until her breasts were free. Her nipples tightened as the air hit them. His gaze never moved from her chest, and those dark eyes seemed to darken even further.
His hip fins were mostly tentacles along the edges, but she had never seen them move like they did right now. They were usually limp, like the fins on a regular undine, unless he was swimming of course. But right now they reached for her, all those little suckers flaring as though he wanted... wanted...
"Oh," she whispered. "You want to touch me."
"Dreadfully so," he murmured.
She grabbed onto his fins and brought them up to her exposed skin. With a groan, her head fell back as she felt a hundred tiny mouths latch onto her skin. His tentacles played across her breasts, many of them wrapping around her skin, layering around each other.
His head tilted back as well, and the sound he made was one of pure rapture.
"You taste so good," he murmured. That long tongue came out to lick his lips, and she realized he could actually taste through the suckers of his tentacles.
This was easily the strangest interaction she'd ever had with another living being, and she could not suffer it ending any time soon.
One of his tentacles pushed at the zipper of her wetsuit, sliding down her belly and delving between her legs. It suctioned onto her clit with what seemed like almost impossible accuracy, but she couldn't think much after that.
She was so wet. So needy. Ellie rocked against his hip bones, making little sounds that were both embarrassing and needy. This wasn't about her, though. It wasn't meant to be about her.
It was meant to be about... about...
Ellie slid her hips back again, and her bottom came up against something hard behind her. Something hard and impossibly large.
Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head as she realized he did, in fact, have a cock. He could get hard, and therefore, he could most certainly experience pleasure.
But then it was hard to think again because another tentacle slithered between her legs, and this one seemed a little thicker than the other. She could tell what he wanted. He wanted to plunge inside her, to delve into the wet depths of her body and make her forget that she had a point to all of this.
Well, two things could be true at the same time.
With a wicked grin, she stood. She hoped it wasn't hurting him for her heels to dig into his tail, but he didn't look like he was in any state to complain as she pulled her wetsuit off.
His gaze followed every movement, devouring every inch of skin revealed until she turned around. His hands came up to frame her hips, holding onto her and bringing her down so thathe could watch every movement of his tentacles as they attacked her slit once more.
But now she was facing his cocks. Plural.
Now she could stare at the monumental challenge before her, both of them glistening in the golden light of the room. As one of his tentacles slipped inside of her, the feeling both foreign and immensely welcome, she let out a little groan.
"These will be difficult," she murmured, knowing that she had only watched someone get fucked before, but had never experienced that herself. She had seen many people naked in her life, though. And she knew damn well what he had was larger than any that she would ever see again.
Still, she leaned forward and licked the closest one from base to tip, and grinned when he arched into her. A challenge, yes, but worth every second of it.
Twenty-Nine
Proteus
Proteus had lived for centuries. He had seen cities built and fall, watched the world end and start anew. He had fought with krakens, massive sharks, and had argued with the ancients themselves. He was a god of the sea and had thought he had seen every part of what life could offer.
He had never experienced the blistering heat he felt after she licked his cock.
The world tilted. Shifted. Suddenly it wasn't just what pain he could bring or what madness he could inflict. A world opened up that was just him and her. Doing this until they both couldn't anymore or until they died.
His hips arched toward her, as though his body knew what to do while his mind did not. It was a good thing that there was some semblance of nature to this, because if he was left to his own devices, he thought his mind might fracture and he'd freeze.
Ellie's tiny lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. The softness of her tongue swirled around the head, tasting him as his tentacles tasted her.
