Page 129 of Citrine

"Cold, Eli?"

She likes when I say her name. It makes her squirm and her heart beats faster. I lean in until her lips meet mine andkissher deeply.

I'm now better atkissing, according to her. It's almost like tasting her and feeding on her essence. It tells me so much about her.

Her fears, her lust, and her desire for freedom. I can taste all of that and I crave to keep it all for myself. I cannot let go of her now that I've discovered this feeling. My head moves down, focusing on the two organs on her chest.

I've always thought they were odd, though they ask for my touch, given that females of my species don't have them.

I move even closer to them, using my tongue. She moans immediately, her nails digging into me.

"What are these?" I ask, genuinely curious.

Even though she's heavily aroused, mycompanionnever misses the opportunity to speak.

"Mammary gland.It produces a fluid calledmilk.It is used to nourish our offspring."

"So right now, you can produce thismilk?" I ask, my mind focused on how best to pleasure her using these.

Every time I touch them, she responds, and so I want to focus all my attention on them. Even now, she's struggling to maintain her speaking.

"N-No, I can't. I'll have to be pregnant for that."

"Hmm. How inconvenient."

Her body freezes. She pushes me away as fiercely as she can, but only gets away when I decide to let her go.

"What do you mean by that?" she questions, offended by my comment.

I don't know why, but I answer her question.

"It seems inconvenient that you can only produce this fluid when you're about to give life. Something so useful, provided only a one certain time."

"Well, it's the way weevolved. Themilkfrom mybreastsare only meant forbabies. If I start producing it at other times, that means something is wrong and I'm going to need adoctor."

I just stare at her, waiting until she's calm.

"I am not sure why this has offended you."

"No, I supposed you wouldn't."

She grudgingly returns to my limbs, moving close.

"I need to warm you up," I say, slipping my grasper down to her lower back.

She rolls her eyes but doesn't refuse me. Her moans reverberate in my skull as Ikisslower and lower. Then a sharp gasp when my teeth lightly graze her waist.

"Don't do that!" she scolds.

I'm always careful not to harm her… much with my teeth, but it's too pleasant to hear her click out her strident commands. I enjoy watching her writhe and hearing her beg for me.

I never knew I would get so focused on the process, to the point where it's all I can think about when hunting or doing anything. I have grown to depend on her. She's as essential as the water itself.

I want to penetrate her. It takes me all my willpower not to, but I know I can't force my way in. I need her to be ready to take me in and enjoy this experience together.

I also like the part where I taste her.

Her voice only grows louder the more I drink. She becomes less skeptical and aware when our bodies join, forgetting she shares the water with other predators. She's never been conscious of the fact before, so I don't blame her, but I know they lurk.

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