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As I do, I feel my grasp on his memory try to escape.

Oh no, is this what he…

Our eyes lock as he looks back at me, eyes completely golden now. He looks anxious, forlorn. I refuse to forget him. Refuse whatever it is that threatens to take him from me. He claimed me. I’m his. He’s mine.

“Fuck me, please,” I beg, holding tight to his memory.

As long as he’s here with me, I know I can.

18

PEARL OF JIZZDOM

TERESA

Ilook down in awe at his cock. Or… I think it’s a cock. Whatever it is, it looks like it’s about to go inside of me and it’s gigantic. That’s going to fit inside of me? What have I gotten myself into?

Pacari massages my thighs as he stares down at me, stroking his cock—but not with his hands. No, underneath it is a tendrilous appendage so dark it looks nearly black that wraps around and strokes for him. As it does, little pearls of blue spill out from the tip and crash against his cock, turning to liquid like melting ice.

I’m thoroughly entranced.

“Can I touch you?” I ask.

He nods. “It’s going to feel… strange. Good strange.”

A smile sneaks out of my lips. “I like good strange.”

My fingers trace along the shaft and up towards where the pearls turn to liquid—or, I guess, it’s more like gel.

Oh fuck, and he wasn’t wrong about the good strange. My fingers feel ultra sensitive, almost like I could come from rubbing them together. That’s nice, that’s real nice.

“Oh, shit—” he spits out, falling forward to cage me in.

At first, I think it’s because of the way I’m touching him—hope it is? But then a wave rises over us and spills out across the cave. I shriek in surprise, laughing as it happens.

“I guess that’s what happens when you have sex in a beach cave,” I giggle.

He smiles back at me, captures my mouth with his. As my hand explores his cock, the tentacle beneath teases my hand, lightly caressing it as I spread the gel-like substance around him. My hand feels so good. He pulls my hand away, guides it to my pussy, and the simple dominance of the act sends a thrill through me. His thumb strokes the back of my hand as I touch myself.

I scream out in bliss. It’s dizzying. Holy fuck, this is just what’s on my hand. And the way my hand feels as I touch myself—has there ever been anything so erotic?

“You look so good, touching yourself for me,” he murmurs against my mouth as he turns his head to meet my lips. “I want to see you make yourself come.”

A disoriented giggle leaves my throat. “Nuh-uh… I need you inside me. Oh god—if you’ll fit.”

He bends his head till his breath tickles my ear. The vibrations of his voice wash over me with thrilled anticipation.

“I’ll fit. My sifon was made to fit inside you. To pleasure you.”

A nervous groan leaves me as I’m trapped beneath so many amazing sensations. But that word sticks well enough.

“Your sifon,” I repeat.

“Mhmm,” he says, tracing the head of it over my cunt as it releases those little melting beads of pleasure.

My thighs try to close on instinct, but he pulls them wide, tsking gently.

“A cock is meant to breed. To leave a bit of itself inside. My sifon searches out your pleasure. It is designed to make you come again and again, to reap the benefit of your release.”

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