Page 45 of Rainse
He withdrew slowly, and the ridges dragged against me, creating friction that made my toes curl. Then he thrust back in, and they pulsed faster, harder, as if responding to the desperation in my voice.
"The ridges," I panted. "They're?—"
"Reading you," he said, setting a rhythm that was already driving me insane. "Learning what you like. They'll move faster when you're close. I can't control it, can't stop it?—"
The greenskin tendrils wrapped around my thighs, my waist, creating pressure and friction everywhere at once. One strand brushed across my nipple and I nearly came from that alone.
"Touch yourself," he commanded. "I want to feel you clench around me when you come."
My hand slid between us, finding my clit, and the ridges inside me immediately responded—pulsing faster, harder, as if they could sense how close I was. The greenskin tightened around us both, the strands moving like sea-grass in a current, brushing and teasing until I couldn't think, couldn't breathe?—
"Rainse—I'm?—"
"That's it. Come for me."
The orgasm slammed into me, and the ridges went wild—moving in rapid waves that prolonged the pleasure until I was sobbing his name. Through it all, I felt the greenskin trembling against my skin, felt it tighten around him as he followed me over with a shout.
The ridges pulsed one final time as he emptied himself inside me, and the greenskin flared so bright it turned the whole hut blue-green.
When I could think again, I was trembling and definitely crying.
"That was—" My voice broke. "The ridges?—"
"I know." He was shaking too, pressing kisses to my face, my throat, anywhere he could reach. "I felt it. Through the bond. What they were doing to you."
"That's not fair. You have a significant biological advantage."
He laughed breathlessly. "Are you complaining?"
"Absolutely not. I'm simply noting it for scientific accuracy." I ran my hand down his back, feeling the greenskin strands still trembling with aftershocks. "Though I may need additional data. For verification purposes."
"Scientist," he accused fondly.
"Yours," I corrected, and felt the bond pulse between us in agreement.
"As I said. You're the scientist. Conduct more trials if you're unsure."
I laughed, the sound fading into something quieter. "I felt it," I said. "The bond. During—I felt it."
"I know." His hand found mine, fingers lacing together. "So did I."
"Is it always like that?"
"I don't know." He turned toward me, propping his head on his hand. "I've never had a mate before. But according to my brothers, yes. It gets stronger every time."
"That seems dangerous."
"Extremely." His thumb traced circles on my palm. "Are you frightened?"
I considered that. Was I? This thing between us defied every logical framework I'd built my life around. It was alien and overwhelming and completely beyond my control.
"No," I said, surprising myself. "I'm not frightened. I'm just... glad."
"Glad?"
"That it's you." I met his eyes. "I didn't want this. Didn't ask for it. But if I had to be swept off a sinking boat and nearly eaten by a shark and marooned on an island with an alien who kidnapped me?—"
"Rescued," he corrected.
