He was so different, but eerily similar to the toys she’d used before. Smooth, almost textureless, but thick and conveniently tapered, so it should be rather easy to feed him inside of her. And right now, that’s all she wanted to do.
Holding one with a firm grip, she experimentally pumped her hand up and down him. He bucked into her fist, hissing out a long breath with an almost angry look in his eyes.
“I don’t want this to end so soon,” he scolded.
“Why not?” she asked, lifting a brow. “You have two.”
He spun them in the water, and her back hit the sand surprisingly hard. Suddenly he was everywhere, that long tail wrapping underneath her hips and coiling around her leg. The other leg he clutched in a webbed hand as he drew her even closer to him. Rising over her like some god of the sea, all she could stare at was that muscle and endless mottled gray skin.
And through it all, she still notched him at her entrance. They both stilled the moment he brushed against her, freezing as they realized this was the point of no return. If they did this, they were tied together even more than they already were.
He flexed his hips, sliding inside her only an inch, but it was like he had poured molten fire into her veins. She was stretched, speared by a cock that was almost too large, but somehow so right. So smooth and gliding into her body without any barrier or resistance.
Tilting her head back, she groaned as he sank in another inch. Then another. His tail shifted underneath her, arching her back even more, so he slipped in as far as her body would let him.
A long sound erupted from his chest, and she opened her eyes to see all his gills fluttering at the same time. He was so otherworldly, so ugly and beautiful at the same time as he took her offering. His second cock slipped against her as well, laying across her clit, but not moving enough for it to help.
“You feel so good,” he groaned. “So tight.”
“Move,” she whispered.
She realized maybe his kind didn’t move. Maybe they locked together like some species of fish and that was it. But she refused to not get her dues on this. So she arched her back, rocking her hips against him. Pulling back so he slid almost entirely out of her. He hadn’t stopped her, other than the clenching of his fingers on her hips and a slight moan that made her wonder if he thought she was already leaving him.
But then she slammed her hips back into his, clutching at his scales for leverage as she forced him back inside her. The other cock slid with her, gliding the entire time on her clit, the delicious friction absolutely perfect. It was a constant, heavy weight against the sensitive bundle of nerves. His eyes snapped open, and she knew the moment it clicked.
He grabbed onto her hips and slammed in again. Again. Hammering into her body, just as she so desperately wanted. Though the texture of his cock didn’t give her much friction, the stretching certainly did. She was pushed nearly to her limit. Forcing her body to take him, turning an aching burn into a pleasure that consumed and burst through her until she clamped down on him again, nearly screaming into her rebreather as he arched over her as well.
She felt him come. Felt the warm pulse of his seed flooding her insides. So much more than a human. So much that it leaked out of her, rising from where they were joined in thin tendrils that shimmered with a hundred colors, like a pale oil slick.
Breathing hard, she stared up at him with some form of awe in her eyes, she was certain. “Wow,” she whispered.
He was breathing hard as well, his gills still flared wide. “That was acceptable?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Good.” He grabbed her by the hips and turned her around. She laid on his tail, her stomach pressed against the undulating scales when she felt a second, hard touch against her opening. “Because I have two.”
She arched her back and screamed as he slid in again. This time felt different. This time, he didn’t let her adjust or to sit with him inside. He pulled back and slammed in again, his clawed hands digging into the sand on either side of her head as he used his tail to hold her in place. The water grew cloudy around them as he rutted into her, his big body pressing against her from every angle.
But in this way, she could feel his scales rubbing against her sensitive skin. He seemed to forcefully slide her along them, marking himself with her body and the scent of her passion.
“So good,” he muttered, his teeth flashing beside her head before he pressed his lips to her shoulder. “So tight.”
She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. Was the rebreather even working anymore? She had no idea. She arched back against him, tilting her hips so he had an easier access. So he could slip in and out even faster as she felt herself clenching around him again.
He hissed out a long breath, bubbles erupting in the water around them, and suddenly his movements were even more frantic, more desperate. One hand clenched down on her waist and he jerked her against him, grinding into her with the smallest of thrusts that somehow still moved him, but she could constantly feel him against her. Around her. In her.
Rearing up, he used his tail to bring her with him. She was limp in his grip, could do nothing other than take what he gave her. Wild now, he thrust harder, faster, moving into her with the undulations of the sea.
Frantically, she grabbed one of his hands and pressed his fingers against her clit, moving them with her own fingers to show him what she wanted. Then she splintered, shattered, screaming into the mask yet again as she came so hard she thought she might have died.
He came harder this time, shuddering against her back even as she felt a sharp prick at the side of her neck. The pain didn’t even register as she felt another flood of come between her legs, almost too hot even as it seeped out of her.
Breathing hard, he pressed his lips to her shoulder, her neck, her cheek, every part of her he could reach with her facing away from him.
“You are perfect,” he whispered against her skin. “So perfect.”
If she could feel her limbs, she’d have said the same to him. But the feeling of him still inside her, the sensation of pleasure that had almost popped her heart, she found she had nothing else to say. There was only wonder, and the realization that she couldn’t ever leave him. Not after this.
Fuck, she was in love with an undine.
Thirty-Four
Arges
His whole life unraveled the moment she touched him. Fuck, that was a lie. The moment he laid eyes on her was the moment he should have known that he would never be the same again.
This woman, this achromo who fought with an undine even knowing what terrible things he could do to her, had captured his heart. He had admired her bravery back then, but he had no way of knowing that bravery would turn into an admiration that eased into love. True, blissful love. He felt better when he was with her. Like his mind stilled and his soul eased. Like he had been searching his entire life for someone who could see him. Just him.
Not the warrior. Not the man who could save his people and who was good at attacking the achromos. Not the tactician with the brain who could see through what the achromos built.
All she saw was Arges. The monster who had kidnapped her and the creature she had forgiven. They’d fought. They’d argued and drawn blood both ways. And still she found it in her heart to forgive him.
How did he deserve a woman like this? How had he found someone who was so fierce and yet so soft at the same time?
He was a fool for her.