Page 63 of Citrine

"I have more to show you if you'll just eat this."

His eyes clear a bit, and his lips turn in annoyance. He snatches it from my hands and tosses it into his mouth, swallowing it without chewing. For a giant alien, it probably is just a snack. I wait patiently for his feedback.

"Don't want."

Well, it was worth a shot. I don't know if I was waiting for a miracle, but maybe it's a human thing to be vegetarian. Expecting that from another life form is being ridiculously delusional.

Maybe that's what I'm best at.

"More," he demands.

He eagerly swoops down and waits for me to claim his lips again. His eyes are closed, like he is savoring the taste. His arms wrap around my waist and his tentacles wrap around the rest of my body, from my upper torso down to my legs. His suckers fasten to my breasts and nipples, kneading them unconsciously as they move.

I can't help but moan, cutting my lip on one of his sharp teeth. I pull back and see him lick the blood off his teeth, staring down at my chest.

"Do you hurt?"

"No! It feels… good. Don't stop."

It honestly felt amazing. Even as I answer him, I'm fighting back the urge to moan senselessly. Heat pools to my groin as every part of my body is being stimulated at the same time.

"Fuck! That feels… Wroahk…"

At the call of his name, he kisses me again. I feel something different from the tentacles, much harder, pressed against my legs. I pull from the kiss and look down to see two different looking tentacles that I haven't seen before. If I'm right, those are… but where would they even fit?

"This is going to pose a slight problem," I say to myself out loud.

The strange-looking tentacles keep pressing against my leg as I wonder about another thing.

Why do my ribs hurt?

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Wroahk

A kiss.

A strange action initiated by this female that fills me with a desire beyond my comprehension. Her tongue dances with a strange fervor and as I imitate it, my body fills with heat that makes my mating tentacles rage even more. They long to burst out from where I hide them and plunge into this female, and at some point, I lose at least part of the battle to keep them contained.

But she is not like any female I've ever seen. I don't even know where to start. We are so different yet the desires of our bodies yearn for freedom. She holds on to me, squirming like prey but more enticingly. The taste of her blood only makes me crave her more. I don't want to eat her anymore, but I want to taste her.

"Wroahk… please…"

I don't know why she's begging me in such a soft voice, but I know she doesn't want me to let go. It's confusing, but I look at her and find that she's different from the time she was trying to tie sticks to her grasper.

This time, she's experiencing what I did when she first showed me thatkiss.

Unfortunately, I must go back into the water. My skin is drying, and I don't think I can hold on to her. I release her and place her on the ground, writhing back into the water. I hear her call for me behind me, but I don't stop until I'm moist again. I float around, filling my stomach that has surprisingly become empty.

When I go back, the sky is dark, and she's back to how she normally is. She's tossing something around, flapping her other limbs with grunts of annoyance. Her eyes light up when she sees me and she flounders toward me.

"You're back. I thought you were disgusted with me and left."

"No."

She makes a strange noise with her mouth, but her face no longer has any tension. She goes back to sit down, scratching at her torso as she does.

"Come sit with me, Wroahk."

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