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Let them investigate the taste. I will snap them in half.

I drink her all in, feeling her body tremble in my mouth as she reaches the peak of her arousal. Now I know she's ready.

Entering her almost makes me burst. She has her back to me, her chest resting on the cave wall. I hold both of her graspers behind her back as gently as I can, thrusting in and out at will. She suggested this position, knowing full well that I am capable of breaking her limbs in a moment of carelessness.

This is how much she trusts me now.

Not that long ago, that trust would have disgusted me. Now it makes my pleasure rise.

Seeing the way her body moves from behind just makes me more aroused. My tongue caresses her neck, as I'm feeling an urge to bite her neck and mark her as solely my prey.

I clamp down, waiting for her to tell me no, but instead she moans louder. So I push my teeth into her, the rich taste of her blood filling the water, making my tentacles move in a frenzy.

She reaches her peak again; her scream echoing in the cave water. She starts falling toward the cave floor, but I'm not done with her yet. I hold her back up, propping her legs up against the wall and holding her firmly with my graspers and tentacles.

I push into her faster, tasting her from within, filling her mouth now so I have every part of her. I see her eyes roll back and her mouth stretched wide, the green of my limb exciting to see against her red-brown lips. She no longer begs for me to move faster, only craving me more as I thrust into her.

She's hanging limp when I finally orgasm, releasing my seed in her. She's barely conscious. Now, she looks absolutely delectable.

She shivers in my arms as I spin her. "It almost felt like I was being split into two.Man, you are so huge."

"Thank you," I say.

According to her, that is what you say when you get a compliment. I'm learning more words from her. For mycompanionwho likes to talk, learning how to communicate with her, following ourdeal, seems a small cost.

"Is this what is part of thedealfor your talking, or for thecommunity?"

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I take a moment to get myself under control, annoyed to be thinking about deals when I just had my fucking mind blown.

I shift so I can see his face, and then put myself back into the ridiculous mindset of the man I've decided it's a grand idea to spend the rest of my life with.

"Qué rabia. Kind hands for all the talking. Kind everything else in exchange for the community."

He stares at me for a long moment with his shark eyes. "Deal."

I feel hollow inside, even after getting him to agree to something that I know goes against his nature. I know he's been struggling with even the simplest concept of living in groups or companionship, but what I feel for him just can't be left unsaid.

Or left so transactional.

The culture of Earth has that vibe in romantic relationships and if the universe was going to plop me into a brand-new planet, it damn well should be a change for the better in at least someways.

"Wroahk. Have you started to understand what love is from all my stories about mypadre?"

I get more of his usual impenetrable stare in response. It's likely too abstract for him.

"How about this… Would you feel bad if I were to die?"

"You aren't allowed to die."

I barely avoid rolling my eyes. "Would you feel bad if I left you?"

"I would track you down and drag you back here until you agreed to never leave again."

I huff out a breath, bubbles rising and obscuring my view for a moment. "What if I was with you, but wouldn't touch you or talk to you?"

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