Page 105 of Citrine

It's a deep connection I can't explain in words. So, I explain it using her body.

Her little gasps and moans fill my ears as she grasps on to my head tightly. My last fight only made my hunger more voracious, and I can't stop myself from trying to devour her.

"Wroahk, please…"

With just a flick of my tongue, I find where she's weakest and make her essence come quicker. Her body jerks as she orgasms, pouring out the warm liquid on my tongue and straight down my throat.

It's better than the blood of any hunt I've ever tasted.

"You're mean," she mumbles as I thoroughly clean her up without leaving a drop, though the way she holds me makes me question her words.

She walks back to the pile of rocks shakily, going back to some mysterious task.

I surprise myself by speaking. "I have something to tell you."

"Mhm. That's new. What? Did you find something exciting to hunt?"

"No. It was not an exciting hunt. This morning, I…"

I wonder how she'll feel if I tell her the truth. Would she not touch mekindlyanymore? Would I have to find a new way to get her to pay attention to me? I don't know. I just have to do this.

I don't even know why.

"This morning, I used you as bait."

She goes rigid almost immediately. I can't read the expression in her eyes, so I can't tell if she's angry or sad. Maybe she's both. Maybe she's disappointed.

I don't even know if I want to know.

"Wroahk…" she starts, taking a deep breath. "I already know that. I'm not stupid, you know. I would just prefer to be told, and not have to guess."

"Yes."

"Good," she says, her eyes still narrowed at me.

I can't resist the urge tokissher. She responds, letting me pull her back into the water, even though she seemed very intent on her task.

She feels good.

I feel something else for her. Something deep and meaningful. I don't yet know how to describe this feeling, but I know now that she is more valuable to me now than anything. Even the most thrilling hunt.

Ourkissbecomes more exciting as my tentacles spread her legs open. I know the perfect spots to touch her now and make her body easy to control in my arms.

With the prodding of each, she becomes a wave of moans, holding on tightly to me like she'll be swept away in a tidal wave.

Her body now takes me in quite easily. It's like it's waiting for my shape, ready to accommodate me anytime. Her body is mine to play with, a new type of hunt, and a far more pleasurable one.

She is tight around me, her muscles contracting with each of my movements, her graspers digging into my skin to show her pleasure.

With each thrust, I can feel the strange emotion from earlier rising in my chest. I want our bodies to become one, our breathing to become one, and I want her to be mine forever. Istill sense reluctance in her. She gives me her body but not yet her mind… herkindhandsare still reluctant.

Her eyes often skim the horizon, and she's constantly searching for something along the trees. I know how much she values her freedom, and I know how far I'll be willing to go to keep it from her.

She's made me like this, and she must bear the consequences.

She isn't allowed to leave.

"Ohh, Wroahk, that's too… much…fuck."

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