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Her curiosity had started out innocently enough.
She was in awe of his body. Of the graceful, petal like protrusions of his gills when he breathed. He seemed to her, larger than life. Something that had stepped out of a fairy tale. How could she not want to touch him? How could she not want to feel the press of his firm body against hers? How could she not want to feel the rough texture of his skin as it caught and dragged against hers deliciously?
The more time they spent together, sequestered from the world in her tiny apartment, the more comfortable they became with each other. Small, curious touches turned into warm embraces, their little language half made up of signs she taught and half made up of signs he created grew between them rapidly allowing them to communicate freely.
Elisa was able to talk with him. Really talk in a way she’d never managed with another person before. There was a constant give and take between them, a harmonious balance of exploration and affection that left her feeling weightless, like she was floating on the surface of an endless ocean.
They found themselves on the couch often. She liked to rest against him for as long as he could stand until his need for water forced them back into the tub for as long as she could stand. It couldn’t be helped. He couldn’t spend too long in her world, just as she couldn’t spend too long in his. How odd it was that they’d suffer from opposite effects, his skin dangerously dry while hers eventually became dangerously wet.
One day a balance would be stuck. She knew with certainty she couldn’t understand that one day they’d be able to stop worrying about the water ever separating them again.
The idea of pressing her fingers into him struck at a similar moment. An evening lounging together on the couch, her resting on top of him and listening to the pump of his heart, before they were both forced apart to sleep in separate rooms of the apartment.
She had run her hands down his abdomen aimlessly, enjoying the feel of him under her palms and the fast heavy rhythm of his heart as it beat under her fingers. The gentle, purring rumble radiating throughout his chest spurred her on, as did the subtle shift of his hips as her fingers drifted lower playfully.
He spread his legs for her, giving her space to explore his body. It was oddly doll-like with his cock still nestled inside of him. Before she could think the action through, she found herself pressing her fingers to his slit curiously, watching in awe as it gave way beneath her fingers. Elisa could feel his eyes on him as she explored, the sudden tensing of his stomach a sure sign that he found the sensation enjoyable. She pressed her thumbs to either side and pushed carefully until the edges pulled apart for her.
The flesh was visibly moist, sticky and viscous like the honey she dribbled onto her toast every morning. She pressed a finger into his opening curiously spurred on by his pleased rumbles.
His reaction was instantaneous—a hand tangled in her hair as his hips jittered up to force the tip of her finger deeper inside of him.
Press them deeper. He curled his fingers and made a small scooping motion with them, repeating the action again when she frowned.
Was there really enough space? The tip of a finger was one thing, but that many?
What if I hurt you?
No pain. He tapped the pads of his fingers against her jaw soothingly. Be slow. There will be no pain.
What if there is?
He tilted his head curiously; a small ripple of sound vibrated through him. Then I tell you.
And I stop.
Yes. He pressed her fingers to his mouth and spread his legs wider for her, the motion pulling his slit apart obscenely for her. If it hurts, you stop.
Elisa followed the motion he’d shown her. She slid the tips of her fingers inside his slit gently, gasping in shock at how warm and sticky it was inside him, before curling her fingers gently and pressing them further into him with a slow scooping motion.
She could feel his thigh trembling under her palm from the effort it took him to stay still. The thick muscles of his shoulders and neck stood out in sharp relief under his skin as he adjusted to the feel of her so deep inside of him. His inner muscles clung to her fingers, clenching around them whenever she pulled them out to thrust them back inside him. She added another cautiously, addicted to the feel of him gripping her so needily.
When he came it was sudden and messy. The tip of his cock remained trapped under her fingers forcing pools of his cum to dribble out of his slit and pool around her fingers. He’d clung to her all night after that, rubbing himself against her and serenading her with low trilling rumbles that made her stomach burn with desire.
So yes, it had started innocently enough. And now here she was, struggling to clip the strap she’d bought impulsively into place over her hips without any help. She knew or at least hoped, he’d be receptive. Since that night on the couch, they’d spent plenty of time exploring his body. She’d learned the taste of him, how his cock felt when it grew in her mouth, the way he spread his legs wantonly and tugged at her hair for more. How many fingers he could take before he was too sensitive to take anymore.
She took a deep breath, looking anywhere but her mirror before striding out of her room and toward the bathroom with confidence that was mostly feigned. The worst that could happen was he said no, or at least that’s what she told herself as she forced her fingers around the bathroom knob and pushed the door open before she could lose her nerve.
He turned the moment she entered, likely he’d turned to face the door the moment he’d heard her touch the handle. He pushed himself out of the water seamlessly, only to stop halfway out of the tub with a curious tilt of his head. He stilled completely before chirping to pull her attention from the floor to his hands.
What is that?
It’s a strap. She motioned to the harness bright red with embarrassment. Why had she thought this would be a good idea? It’s a toy….so that I can….so that I can…penetrate you.
Penetrate me?
Yes. Like I did with my fingers.
Inside me?
Yes. She smiled nervously. If you’d like.
He nodded eagerly, eyes glued to the cock jutting out from her hips with a feral look she hadn’t seen on him before. Elisa watched as he pressed his palm between his legs, his own fingers dipping into the space between them hungrily.
Yes. Hurry. He slid into the tub smoothly, dipping under the water for a moment before surfacing silently and staring at her predatorily. The hair on the back of her neck rose as she approached the tub, his dark, unblinking eyes never leaving her as she slid into the tub and settled between his legs carefully.
He spread his slit for her, fingers tugging the seams obscenely as his cock slid out and hit his stomach with a soft smack. He bent his knee slightly, giving her more space to maneuver her cock between them and press it against the tight space just underneath his already dripping cock.
Elisa looked up at him, hands pulling away just long enough to ask, You’re sure?
Yes.
His answer was instant, given freely and unclouded by any fear or trepidation. He trilled softly, the sound more of a feeling that reverberated underneath his skin. Underwater he sang, but here above it the sound refused to leave his throat. Beautiful melody exchanged for flashes of fingers and grounding rumbles.
Elisa pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, before pressing the tip of her cock to the underside of his own. She rubbed the blunt head against the small space of slit that remained with his cock fully extended.
He gripped her arms gently—always so careful to never hurt her—and rocked his hips up shakily into hers. The water sloshed around them, spilling messily over the sides of the tub to spatter all over the floor.
A small sound escaped him, a gentle little trilling rumble deep from his throat, a sound she was all too familiar with from their explorations of each other.
A gentle tap to the side of her jaw pulled her gaze back to his face, to his hands as they shakily signed out to her: More.
He signed frantically. More.
Again. More.
Shakier still. Please.
Elisa felt powerful.
Too often she’s been ignored and belittled; treated as if her inability to speak made her little more worth noticing than a child. Even well meaning friends had spoken over her in their haste to offer help she’d never asked for.
But here in this moment, with him watching her like she was the very water he needed for life, she was powerful. They spoke to each other in their own way, primal meaning apparent in every twitch of his hips and brush of her lips against his skin. She could care for him the way he’d cared for her, give him the same boundless pleasure she’d felt under him night after night.
Elisa rolled her hips slowly, let the water help rock her cock into him in curious exploration. The sticky head of his cock, beading and dripping with little drops of pearlescent pink that dribbled across his stomach and slid off his skin to pool at the surface of the water in sticky little pools that floated around them and clung to her skin stubbornly. She pressed into him, deeper and deeper until their chests were flush and there was nowhere else her hips could go.
His head thudded back against the edge of tub, his eyes shut tight as he cupped her hips and rocked her into him in a rhythm that had him trembling violently against her. His gills flared, the colors of his scales bleeding a darker blue until her pale hands stood out in stark contrast to his sea-deep skin.
The base of the harness rubbed against her clit with every forced roll of her hips,
She moaned silently, panting in time with the gentle flair of his gills. His dark eyes watched her unblinkingly, taking in every moment of their shared pleasure. She wanted all of his attention, every bit of it that she could pull from him. She wanted to fuse them together, both full of each other until they exploded in an endless wave of liquid pleasure, over and over again until they forgot where one ended and the other began.
Elisa braced herself on his chest and thrust into him with purpose. The first few rocks were a little clumsy, the water throwing her off balance as it swayed between them, after a few more tries—guided by his steady grasp on her hips—she found the rhythm of it.
He pulled them both under the water. Stealing frantic kisses from her as his low, melodic groans and whimpers echoed in the water around him.
She wanted more. Wanted every sound of pleasure he could make for her. Every frantic press of his lips and helpless tug of her hair drove her crazier than the delicious rub of the toy against her clit. The head of his cock caught against her stomach, rubbing a trail of liquid that clung to her skin stubbornly as if to demand her attention.
His hands smoothed over her chest. He dragged the pad of his finger over a nipple before squeezing and rolling it between his fingers exactly the way she loved. She cried out reflectively, bubbles bursting from her mouth and dancing above their heads like a crown. Elisa wrapped her hand around his cock, the two of them writhing into and away from each other’s touch as pleasure overwhelmed them.
Do not stop. His nails pricked her breasts just on the right side of pain. I do not want you to stop.
Never. She dragged her thumb over the flat head of his cock, dragging her nails over the lines of sensitive ridges leading from base to tip before dipping her nail into the weeping slit ever so carefully.
Elisa fucked into him with abandon, harder than before, his hips meeting hers greedily with every thrust. His cock was a deep, angry blue, the head swollen and smacking against their stomachs with every bounce of his hips. The grind of the toy against her clit bordered on painful, she shook as she warred with the duel sensations and the dizzying lack of air as her lungs screamed in her chest.
She could think of nothing better. No moment in her life had ever felt as good as this.
His hips stuttered under her, their carefully maintained rhythm collapsing into frantic needy little rolls of their hips as he forced her cock fully into his slit. She renewed her attention on his cock, with short quick pumps as in time with their thrusts as she could manage.
He came explosively. His growl—inhuman and feral—echoing around the tub as he clung to her helplessly. The rough grind of his hips as he sought his own pleasure sent her tumbling over the edge. She choked on the lack of air and stiffened against him as she came in overwhelming waves. Between the pleasure and the lack of oxygen she lost herself to the water and their combined pleasure.
Something small and soft bumped into her, sticking uncomfortably to her skin. She opened her mouth reflexively and choked on the water that flooded her mouth, invading her throat and filling her lungs as black flecks darkened the corners of her vision and—
He thrust her head out of the water.
Elisa gasped and coughed painfully. Water forced itself from her throat in painful heaves. The world tilted around her as she gasped for air, her lungs burning as they refilled and spread much needed oxygen throughout her system.
When the world had righted itself, and her head stopped ringing, Elisa looked down curious as to what was sticking to her and was shocked to see little round jelly-like balls floating in the water around them.
Are you alright? He gripped her face frantically, fingers cupping her throat where her gills would be if she shared his anatomy.
I’m alright. Her throat hurt, but her cunt still tingled from the force of her orgasm and the press of the strap against her. I lost track of myself.
His fingers tightened against her throat for a moment before sliding down to cup her shoulders as he inspected her for any lingering damage she wasn’t telling him about.
If you’re sure. He wasn’t convinced and she could tell.
Elisa laughed and let her cheek rest against his shoulder. She closed her eyes and let the water rock both of them soothingly.
Another little bump of sticky goop clung to her skin, pulling her thoughts away from him and down to the bath water surrounding them. An army of round, oddly translucent amber balls floated around them serenely.
She picked one up curiously. It was warm and viscous. The slime that dripped off it dripped down her wrist and clung to her skin in a sticky, itchy mess.
What is this? She held it up for him to examine.
Eggs. He flicked one away casually.
Eggs? Elisa’s nose scrunched in confusion. You have eggs?
Yes. My body received you. He pressed his fingers against the fake cock still strapped to her hips. Eggs emerge in response. For you to fertilize.
I don’t think I’m able to do that for you.
It is of no concern. The tips of his nails traced a tingling trail up her ribs. It happened because of pleasure; it does not need a higher purpose than this.
Elisa bumped her nose against his jaw. I love you.
Precious. He pulled her back under the surface with him, singing to her softly as they kissed and kissed until her lungs burned and all she knew was the shape of him under the water.