Page 24 of Leviathan

"I'll remove the outer layer," I said, finding a compromise between what we both wanted and what I didn't want to have to explain.

He didn't say anything as I stripped off the comfy leggings and shirt he had made for me, along with the soft-soled shoes and socks. After a moment, I pulled off my bra as well and added it to the pile, leaving me standing in only a pair of panties.

"So, what do you think?" I asked, gesturing at myself.

"Are you asking me to comment on your body?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "This is the first time you've seen it like this?"

"I had an idea of your general structure from your medical scan, but this is the first time I've seen your body without clothing on my optics," he said, his voice soft. "You are very beautiful. I'm curious about your chest. I didn't realize they would move like that without their clothing restraints. Are they soft or hard?"

"Let's get this done before you find out," I said with a laugh and a smile as I turned around to crouch back to the open space in the wall. He was sweet to call me beautiful. He had access to information on all sorts of different species and their beauty standards, as did I in my entertainment room. He didn't have to say something that nice. I would have been happy with interesting, unusual, or unique.

Beautiful was a compliment that had nothing to do with logic and more to do with making me feel good.

I took the cleaning pad from the drone that followed me around on these excursions and crawled into the neurofilaments. There was enough room for me to crawl on my hands and knees, so I scooted in, feeling the shift of them under me. When I reached the spot in the back, I took a moment to clean the spot off thoroughly and check to make sure there weren't any that I missed.

Work done, time for a little play.

"Okay Lyrien, tell me what they feel like," I said as I lay down, letting my breasts pillow against the filaments under me. They rippled, squeezing and massaging my breasts, and my chest sank down into them until they were completely encased in the filaments, and I was being massaged with soft palpations. I bit my lip. Two of them shifted and rolled my nipples in between them.

I gasped, completely unprepared for the sheer depth of the movement.

I had expected a little bit of movement, given the strokes he had given my arms when I reached in between filaments to reach different spots, or even a hearty massage, but this was like he had grabbed me in two giant handfuls and was playing with them.

And it set me on fire.

"I love touching them, they are soft," he murmured, as if his voice was in my ear. "Is this touch enjoyable to you? May I continue?"

"Yes," I barely managed to get out as he continued to massage them with warm caresses. Then he managed to roll my nipples again, and I let out a moan and my hips rocked down against the floor.

"Oh," he said, surprise in his voice. "May I touch there too?"

A light ripple of a filament traced my inner thighs.

"Please," I begged, and then my hips sank down as well, and then the touching was everywhere, fingers stroking up and down my body, trailing along my back, filaments rippling in between my legs, and pressure against my mound, rolling pressure that was like I was being petted down there, stroked. I sank down further, space around my face remaining open, but the rest of me encased inside him. Filaments threaded through my hair, tugging it with gentle strokes as it slid around my ears, caressing my cheeks, trailing against my lips.

I let out a soft cry, and it felt like his lips were caressing my ear, his voice low and murmuring in my ear.

"Do you want me to continue?" he rasped.

"Yes!" I cried out.

There was still air, I could breath, but it felt like I was floating in a sea of filaments that were supporting me, exploring me, stroking me down there, over and over, rolling against

me with the rocking of my hips, following the motions as he stroked me through the cloth of my underwear, grinding against the pressure until I reached a tight peak, an explosion and my hips jerks and I let out a cry, singing out his name as he lifted me up over the crash and brought me back down, his touch following the movement of my body and my inner channel clenched around an emptiness I ached to fill.

"You just orgasmed with me," he said, his voice holding that husky quality with a sprinkle of delight. Then I felt something hard, pressing in between my legs, pressing the fabric of my underwear up into me, just a little bit, sending a shock of need and pleasure through me. "It has made you even more slick down here. I can feel the dampness through the fabric, where you receive penetration."

My entire body stiffened in shock, muscles tensing.

There was no doubt in my mind, both from his actions and his words, that he had absolutely brought me to the peak of my pleasure with deliberate intent.

The press of his neurofilament against the wet fabric of my underwear, pushing it into me, just slightly, the first inching steps of penetration.

It was too much, too alien.

All of a sudden, there was space around me, filaments rushing away like water coursing down a hill, the tunnel reforming around me, resuming the same shape it had before it collapsed into a writhing mass of pleasure. I was now upright, sitting, leaning back against a wall of filaments, one of which stroked my back gently.