Page 35 of Hot Summer's Prey

“But… You were in the water when you brought me to the sex cave.”

“It’s not a sex cave.”

“But I saw you—I think. You were human.”

“My upper body, yes. Where the water didn’t touch. And once we were inside, you couldn’t see that my lower half was still yacunayi. It’s why I could only use my mouth and hands on you.”

My eyes go wide as I realize—

“So I really did see…”

I take his hands and splash them towards his crotch.

“Excuse you?” he grumbles.

His body shifts, his skin glitters green in the faint light of the moon. His cock expands in thickness and length. And from below it grows a long, dark, tentacle-like appendage that shifts around, almost anxiously. Pacari covers himself uncomfortably. From beneath his hands I can almost see both appendages sliding inward—as if he’s able to keep it inside? What?

“Oh my god, that was so rude, I’m sorry,” I realize. “Shit, I should have asked. I just—I’m sorry, I remembered you having… and then… That was so screwed up. Is it okay if I look?”

My eyes meet his as I try very hard to look away from the monster below. I have so many questions, most of them I want to ask with my hands and mouth and vagina. Though, I have to admit, there is a level of fear to being able to take all that. I mean. It’s enormous. And yes—it does absolutely remind me of a geoduck, especially because of the skin around it, almost like a shell.

“Perhaps I can answer your questions about my sifon later,” Pacari grunts, removing his hands once the appendages have fully retracted within him.

I try really hard not to stare at his now empty crotch. I was already so rude once, the least I can do is keep my eyes off his junk—or wherever his junk went. Stop it, Teresa! Don’t be rude! He’s just a guy and even guys have feelings about being objectified. Even if he is a sea creature, that doesn’t mean I should demean him.

Okay. I can be calm. I can be controlled.

“Right. So. You gave me a necklace so I could breathe underwater?”

I pull the necklace up so I can make out what it is. There’s a really fancy swirly shell that has a sort of iridescent quality to it in the moonlight, and a string of green beads holding it together.

“You’re not gonna steal my voice or anything?” I ask.

I’m a nineties kid. Swirly shell necklaces only mean one thing.

“No, I don’t think so. The Lantern Witch said it would help—uh, that it would help breathe underwater.”

“Putting a pin in the Lantern Witch thing. Your pause there is really encouraging.”

“It’s not because of that. We can test it before we go deep.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he assures.

“Can I take you to the hole?”

“Aw, you’re gonna take me to your sex hole?”

“Why is everything a sex thing for you?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not the one going around fucking everyone in town.”

He bristles, pulls away from me.

“Hey wait, I’m sorry. I forgot—I’m not—that was shitty.”

“I was worried you would hate me when you found out,” he says. “But the reason I seduced all those people was for their magic.”

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