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"As have I." My hands grip her waist, fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Though I never imagined quite this setting."

She laughs softly, rolling her hips in a motion that sends a jolt of pure need straight through me. "Improvisation is one of my strengths."

"Among many." I bite down her neck, marking a trail across her skin. Underwater, I would already have her pinned with multiple appendages, stretched open and writhing. Here, I have to rely on hands and mouth alone—a limitation that makes me want to devour her whole.

Her fingers pull at my hair, guiding my mouth to her breast. I take her nipple between my teeth, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. The sound goes straight to my groin. I suck harder, watching her face contort with pleasure. Human intimacy demands a different kind of focus—without my tentacles, I can only attack one target at a time. There's a savage satisfaction in the simplicity of it.

"God, I've missed your mouth," she moans, arching her back to push more of her breast against my face. "Missed your hands. Missed everything about you."

I slide my hand between our bodies, finding her slick and ready. Even in water, I can feel how wet she is—hot and swollen against my fingers. I thrust two fingers inside her without warning, watching her mouth fall open in shocked pleasure. She's tight, gripping my fingers like she never wants to let go. I curl them forward, finding that spot that makes her shake.

"Cyreus," she gasps, grinding down against my hand. "I need you. Now."

In water, I would keep her on the edge for hours, using multiple appendages to torture her with pleasure until she begged. But my own need has become a feral thing, demanding satisfaction after days of separation. I want to claim her, mark her, remind her body who it belongs to.

I position myself at her entrance, letting her feel the blunt head of my cock pushing against her. She sinks down hard, taking me to the hilt in one swift motion that rips a groan from my throat. Her heat surrounds me like a vise, tight and slick and perfect.

"Fuck," she whispers, her internal muscles clenching around my length as she adjusts. "You feel so good."

I can only grunt in response, temporarily robbed of language. In my natural form, pleasure diffuses through a complex network of nerves. Here, everything concentrates in my cock, so intense it borders on pain. Every twitch of her body around me sends lightning up my spine.

She begins to ride me, hard and fast, water sloshing violently around us. Each thrust sends water cascading onto the floor, but I couldn't care less about the flooding. All that matters is her cunt gripping me, her breasts bouncing with each movement, the way her lips part with each desperate breath.

I let her control the pace for about ten seconds before my instincts take over. My hands clamp onto her hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as I thrust up to meet her. The primal need to possess her overwhelms any pretense of gentleness.

"I can feel you changing," she groans, a wicked smile curving her lips as she rides me harder. "Beneath the water."

She's right. My control is slipping. Below the surface, my legs have transformed completely, tentacles emerging and seeking her body. My true nature refuses to be denied, demanding full expression even in this limited space.

"I can stop—"

"Don't you fucking dare." She grinds down, taking me impossibly deeper. "I love when you lose control. Love feeling you change inside me."

Her acceptance of my alien nature makes something primal roar inside me. Where others would scream in terror, she opens herself wider, hungry for everything I am. One tentacle wraps around her thigh, another slides between us to circle her clit with precise pressure. Her sudden cry tells me she approves. The bath water now contains something biology would call impossible—human and alien fucking with abandon, species barriers meaningless in the face of raw need.

"More," she demands, nails raking down my chest hard enough to leave marks. "Give me more of you."

I unleash myself fully, multiple appendages emerging to claim her. They seize her thighs, her waist, her breasts, even wrapping around her throat with careful pressure. The small space intensifies everything—her body trapped against mine, my tentacles finding every inch of her. I'm inside her cunt, against her clit, around her throat, between her breasts—everywhere at once.

Her breathing becomes ragged, her muscles clenching around my cock as she approaches her peak. I increase the pressure on her clit, maintaining the brutal rhythm I know will push her over. Years of learning her body have taught me exactly what she needs.

"Cyreus," she cries out, every muscle going rigid. "Fuck, I'm coming—"

"Come on my cock," I growl, thrusting harder. "Let me feel you lose control."

And I do—I've got her completely in my grasp, her body suspended in the water as pleasure takes her. I feel every contraction, every pulse, every shudder as she surrenders.

When her climax hits, she screams my name, the sound ricocheting off the bathroom walls. Her body convulses, internal muscles clamping down on me in waves that trigger my own release. My orgasm tears through both my human and alien nervous systems—a feedback loop of sensation that short-circuits all higher brain function.

For long moments, we remain locked together, shaking as aftershocks ripple between us. My tentacles continue to hold her, gentler now but unwilling to let go. The water laps quietly around us, half of it now on the floor.

Eventually, her breathing steadies and she lifts her head from my shoulder, satisfaction spreading across her face. "Well, that was worth the risk of bringing you ashore."

I laugh softly. "Indeed. Though I suspect your bathroom floor disagrees."

She glances at the puddles surrounding the tub and shrugs with characteristic practicality. "Small price to pay."

We disentangle gradually, my form shifting back toward a more human appearance as pleasure subsides. She rises from the tub first, reaching for towels and wrapping one around herself before handing another to me.