Page 86 of Whispers of the Deep
“I am easy to please.”
“Are you?” Perhaps all males were the same, then. She twisted in his arms, trying to see where he would even have a cock. But he stilled her, wrapping an arm around her waist and turning her away from him.
Her back pressed against his chest, she could feel the hardness behind her thighs, trapped by the remnants of her skirt.
He thrust against her, and though it was a strange sensation, it was somehow still familiar. “I have concerns we are too different.”
“I know you aren’t a human,” she replied with a little chuckle. “Can I touch you?”
His hands glided down to her waist, slowly bunching her skirts up. Her legs glided down in the water, brushing against his tail that slowly coiled around her. Just the bottom hooked around her feet, holding them together and stuck in place.
He didn’t reply. Instead, she felt another thrust at her back and suddenly there was something similar to a cock in between her thighs. He’d glided the head through, smoother than a human and more pointed than she’d expected. Thick, though. God, he was thick.
But then... Oh, then she felt another prod at her lower back.
She gasped, her rebreather suddenly not giving her anywhere near enough oxygen. “You have two?”
“Most creatures in the sea do,” he grunted, but she felt him still against her back. “Your kind do not?”
No. They absolutely did not. But the mere thought of two had her... hot. She surprised herself with that, certain that two cocks would have sent her running at any moment other than this one. But the feeling of him gently gliding between her thighs, pressing against her clit and somehow smoother than anything she’d ever touched, made her want him even more.
She braced herself on his forearms and turned. Perhaps this was how he and his kind had sex, but she wanted to see him. She wanted to look at him.
His tail loosened enough for her to spin around, and she pulled one of her legs free, leaving the other to be trapped in the coil of his tail. Reaching up, she wove her fingers through his gills and watched his eyes roll back in his head again as she stroked the soft membranes there.
“Tell me if I do anything you don’t like,” she whispered.
He stared at her like she’d lost her mind. “There’s nothing you could do that I won’t like.”
She somehow doubted that, but still. She reached between them and discovered what she was working with. Two cocks, one on top of the other, extruding from his scales that had slid to the side to reveal them. She’d explore that later, but right now just the feel of him in her hand was enough to make her pant.
He was so different, but eerily similar to the toys she’d used before. Smooth, almost textureless, but thick and conveniently tapered, so it should be rather easy to feed him inside of her. And right now, that’s all she wanted to do.
Holding one with a firm grip, she experimentally pumped her hand up and down him. He bucked into her fist, hissing out a long breath with an almost angry look in his eyes.
“I don’t want this to end so soon,” he scolded.
“Why not?” she asked, lifting a brow. “You have two.”
He spun them in the water, and her back hit the sand surprisingly hard. Suddenly he was everywhere, that long tail wrapping underneath her hips and coiling around her leg. The other leg he clutched in a webbed hand as he drew her even closer to him. Rising over her like some god of the sea, all she could stare at was that muscle and endless mottled gray skin.
And through it all, she still notched him at her entrance. They both stilled the moment he brushed against her, freezing as they realized this was the point of no return. If they did this, they were tied together even more than they already were.
He flexed his hips, sliding inside her only an inch, but it was like he had poured molten fire into her veins. She was stretched, speared by a cock that was almost too large, but somehow so right. So smooth and gliding into her body without any barrier or resistance.
Tilting her head back, she groaned as he sank in another inch. Then another. His tail shifted underneath her, arching her back even more, so he slipped in as far as her body would let him.
A long sound erupted from his chest, and she opened her eyes to see all his gills fluttering at the same time. He was so otherworldly, so ugly and beautiful at the same time as he took her offering. His second cock slipped against her as well, laying across her clit, but not moving enough for it to help.
“You feel so good,” he groaned. “So tight.”
“Move,” she whispered.
She realized maybe his kind didn’t move. Maybe they locked together like some species of fish and that was it. But she refused to not get her dues on this. So she arched her back, rocking her hips against him. Pulling back so he slid almost entirely out of her. He hadn’t stopped her, other than the clenching of his fingers on her hips and a slight moan that made her wonder if he thought she was already leaving him.
But then she slammed her hips back into his, clutching at his scales for leverage as she forced him back inside her. The other cock slid with her, gliding the entire time on her clit, the delicious friction absolutely perfect. It was a constant, heavy weight against the sensitive bundle of nerves. His eyes snapped open, and she knew the moment it clicked.
He grabbed onto her hips and slammed in again. Again. Hammering into her body, just as she so desperately wanted. Though the texture of his cock didn’t give her much friction, the stretching certainly did. She was pushed nearly to her limit. Forcing her body to take him, turning an aching burn into a pleasure that consumed and burst through her until she clamped down on him again, nearly screaming into her rebreather as he arched over her as well.
