Page 73 of Citrine

"Touch?" I ask again.

She moves her limbs in the water, staring at me, thinking.

"Wroahk…" she whispers, then swims toward me, her face still above the water. "Yes."

She leans in first and places her lips on mine, initiating akiss. My mating tentacles fight for dominance against my other ones, threatening to burst out and caress her like the others do.

Her formerly sharp, angry eyes are now clouded over, her graspers roaming over my tentacles.

She moves her mouth to my neck, and I resist the urge to break her before she can do any damage. Then I feel her weak teeth dig into my flesh. I'm taken aback when she clamps down, her teeth feeling almost as abrasive as mine.

Then she hisses out her rage, clearly still angry with me. The next moment, my tentacles flail wildly.

It feels so strange and so good. Then her soft tongue glides over my neck before she bites me again, then sucks hard and I wonder if there is something else about her that is similar to me after all.

A gurgle escapes my throat, and I hear her laugh.

"I didn't think it would work on analien. Guess I'm very good at it."

"What are you doing?" I question her.

"I'm giving you ahickey. I guess in your words, it's probably something like marking your territory."

"I am not a territory," I reply fiercely.

She shows me her teeth, while running her finger up and down my torso.

"Of course you are. Anotherkiss, Wroahk?"

I can't say no.

It feels… amazing. Her graspers hold on to my tentacles, wandering below like she's searching for something. I touch her body like she touches mine, following all her dips and curves.

While my tentacles spread from my torso, she only has two thin limbs. In between those limbs, there is a greater heat, and I can taste a difference in the water near there. I move in my grasper and feel around like she did to me when she showed me whatkindtouch was.

She gasps, arching in my hold, but not trying to get away. She looks down and seems to be shocked by what she sees. She looks back at me, her eyes clearing up.

"Touch?" I ask her.

"Yes."

She furrows her face and reaches down herself, the black covering disappearing from her body.

"Fuck. I'm really wet."

"You're inside the water," I point out.

"Not that,dummy. Dios. We've barelykissedbut I'm…"

"Should I check?" I offer, worried that she might be hurt.

"There's really no need to—" she gasps again as I turn her over to look at it, spinning her so her face is down in the water and her legs are spread open before my face.

It looks unusual with its fold, and it seems too small. Is this really her mating organ? It doesn't look like I'll fit. And what's this small thing here?

My grasper darts out, but I stop myself just in time, annoyed with once again clamping down on simply doing what I want.

"Kindtouch here?"

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