Citrine (Deliverance #3)

35. Eli

35

Eli

I've never quite been given head so meticulously and thoroughly that I felt like I was actually being eaten. He made me cum twice. He kept an always-twitching sucker on my clitoris, driving me absolutely mad with his ministrations.

Then dragged me down here and barely put it in, but I felt stuffed immediately.

Now he's continuing to stretch me. My vision blurs for a moment, no, I think I actually blacked out, because when I come to he is fully seated and moving. He doesn't stop, pushing in the front and back doors while grunting, his hold on my body and jaw firm.

My body is shifting to accommodate him and it's blowing my fucking mind. How else can I explain him fitting those giant things inside me?

They look similar to his other tentacles, except shorter, and with a pointed, ribbed end, which is currently rubbing up against my cervix and making my eyes want to cross.

There are suckers rubbing against the walls of my pussy, and the apparently even more sensitive walls of my ass, the thin walls between both points of penetration making the sensation like nothing I could have ever dreamed.

The fullness of both make each one of his movements almost overwhelming, and as I realize there's no pain from the back door entry, I relax, instead enjoying how he's set up a rhythm where he is pulling one out and pushing one in.

There's a building tightness in my core as he drives me wild.

I almost tell him, then realize I can't. No dirty talk in the water.

Then I realize there's another feeling building, one I've never had before, similar to what's growing in my core, but deeper, farther back.

It distracts me as I try to figure it out, but only get so far as narrowing it to the contact between his two tentacles.

Now that I know I can take him, I don't want him to stop.

He starts talking in his underwater echo voice. "It can't go all the way in, but it still feels…"

There's excitement and something else in his eyes. All I can do is hold on and go on the very bumpy, glorious ride. His mating tentacles are moving back and forth smoothly inside me, and then they start to piston in and out.

Judging by the tingling heat and that he can continually glide into me, I assume he must be secreting something. It's adding to the sensations, making an orgasm build low in my belly that just keeps getting bigger and bigger instead of throbbing through me.

Finally, it explodes.

My moans float up with the air bubbles, but I think it's adequate to say he's fucking my brains out. After that, he finds his rhythm, teeth bared, and I can barely find a coherent thought with those things inside me.

They're hitting every single nerve ending at once, stimulating my already sensitive core. He might drive me mad.

Then the other sensation that's been building in the skin between his tentacles bursts over me and suddenly it's a whole stream of bubbles as I try to scream out, which just continues until he places one of those glorious suckers on my clit and does a hard pull.

When I come to again, I can feel the after effects of three different types of orgasms.

His teeth graze my neck, laying soft bites and kisses along it. He's an incredibly fast learner. He holds me to him with a tentacle around each shoulder, laying his suckers against my nipples, so my entire body is being stimulated at the same time.

More than just my body is floating as he glides in and out of me, picking up speed. I climax again, another long buildup finally breaking like a burst dam as all my neurons fire and bubbles burst from my mouth to dance along the ceiling of the cave.

Then I feel his giant organs contracting at the same time and dumping a huge double load inside me.

Shortly after that, I lose that tentative hold on my consciousness as whatever he pumps into me sends lighting bolts of pleasure on contact.

The next time I open my eyes, I'm floating near the shore. Wroahk is still with me, his eyes filled with concern.

To think the alien is actually concerned if he killed me with coitus after all he did makes me snort out a laugh. I sigh and reach for the shore. That's when I discover that we're still attached.

Suddenly, it's all too much. Too strange, even if it was the singular most pleasurable moment of my life. I feel like I'm losing myself, like he's suddenly taken over every last possible part of me.

I don't know if that thrills me, or terrifies me. Both, possibly. Either way, it's a lot.

"Wroahk, what the hell? Just pull them out for now."

"Are you hurt?" he says, feeling me all over.

"No, I feel fine, actually. It doesn't hurt," I say, looking down.

"Can you pull out?"

"I'm not ready to…" he looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn't.

Instead, he does what I ask. He sinks below and I have to deal with another problem. The moment he pulled out, his cum spills out, like a small ocean stuffed inside me.

Can I get pregnant by an alien? We have two different anatomies, so surely, it's impossible. But… the gills? Can I really know for sure?

What we just did was reckless beyond belief. Not just because of some small chance of an alien-human baby, but because it just… shouldn't have been possible.

I take a deep breath, realize I'm being ridiculous. "This is your new normal, Eli," I mutter.

Now that I'm over my little freak out I can appreciate how that wouldn't have been possible without these crazy changes to my body.

Without them I wouldn't have just had the most intense sexual experience of my life. By multiple factors of ten.

My head buzzes with thoughts as I clean myself up, trying to wash away the fluid inside and around me, but it doesn't seem to want to come off. It still shocks me that I can breathe in the water, but it's very convenient.

When I'm done cleaning myself up as best as I can, I try to retreat to the cove, but my leg is caught by a tentacle.

"Stay."

The memory of the fallen giant trees comes to mind. I raise my hand in surrender and find a dull rock to sit on, but then think better of it.

"Right. Double penetration."

I grimace, but figure I need to find out the damage at some point. I sit down gingerly, but no pain comes.

Huh.

I can't go back to the cove just yet, since the sky still looks angry. It's not like I can just sit around on a rock forever. The last thing to do is… well, enter the water.

I look at it and sigh. It's not cold or anything, and I know he won't let anything hurt me, but that isn't why I want to stay out. I just crossed a line.

The alien wasn't willing to let me go before.

And now I let him fuck me.

What the hell, Eli ? Am I really that desperate for attention?

Will he let me back out again if he feels he now has a claim? Except I'm feeling increasingly thirsty the more I stand by the shore.

"I'm going to regret this," I mumble to myself before lowering myself into the depths.

He's waiting there, just staring at me. I raise my head above the water just to tell him why I was there and for him not to get any ideas.

"I think you broke my back. It's not obvious because of my incredibly fast healing, but there's no way I just did all that without damage. Even if I haven't found it yet. Plus, there's this feeling of thirst I can't just get rid of. That's why I'm here."

"You are hurt?"

"Uh, possibly. Yes. No. I don't know."

He's silent and doesn't hold me, but hovers around. I decide to simply float along the surface so I can still speak.

I take a breath, but then realize how nice it feels. I now see why people do it. It's incredibly peaceful. I feel his tentacle wrap around my ankle to stop me from straying far. His face is above water, too, staring back at me.

I look up at the sky. We really went at it all morning like beasts. It's already moving into afternoon and my stomach is reminding me to feed it. The rumbling alerts Wroahk, who draws closer to me.

"I need to go in there," I say as he approaches, pointing in the direction of the cove.

"No. It is not safe."

"I know it's not, but I need to forage for food, and I can only get it in there."

"Eat here."

"I don't know how best to explain this to you, but I can't eat fish. I'm vegetarian. I can only eat plants."

"How could that be enough?" he asks, taking on the dismissive tone I'm familiar with.

"It is enough," I respond forcefully, but it sounds more like I'm trying to convince myself. He looks at me like he doesn't believe me, but doesn't say anything more.

I climb out of the water, and he follows behind, his gaze sharp.

Making it to the cove, I can now see the true situation of everything. My normal forage path is blocked off by fallen trees and most of the fruit have fallen, now being feasted upon by insects. There won't be much for me to gather, I see.

Still, I'm not discouraged. I keep pressing onward.

Foraging is also soothing, and it doesn't take long to gather enough.

"I've gotten what I need. We can go now," I say to get his attention.

He looks at my armful again, with the same look of disbelief but doesn't say anything.

He follows me back to the rocky shore and slips into the water as I eat. It doesn't taste great, but at least it's edible. I finish up and throw the remnants far into the lake. It doesn't take long for it to disappear. My stomach churns for a bit, but it's okay. I look at my reflection in the lake and find something strange.

"Please, no, no, no. No more surprises."

Yet, there it was. Something moving just behind my head, tossing with my every moment. Something lurking just behind my field of vision. It's there, blending in with my bright yellow hair.

"I already look like a badly produced neon sign! Please lord, don't let that be a tentacle."

I raise a hand and feel the soft glide of flesh in with the hair, complete with suckers.

It's a fucking tentacle.

I focus on the idea of making it move and feel… muscles on my skull. The shifting in a place that has never felt the contraction of muscles makes my stomach heave.

I look back at the water. There are easily a dozen of them floating around my head like I'm some sort of demented, yellow Medusa.

They're miniature, compared to what he has, and they are bright yellow just like my hair, but they look just like his.

They weren't there yesterday.

"Wroahk!"

His head pokes out of the water almost immediately and he looks directly at me. I point to my head.

"What is this?"

"I do not know."

"What do you mean you don't know? Except for the color, they look just like yours! What is this?"

"It is the same as last time. You stole my voice, now you are stealing my body."

"That does not count as an explanation, damn it!"

There is so much he doesn't know, so much that makes me anxious. I can't just be growing gills and tentacles out of nowhere.

" Basta . ? Qué rabia !"

I just keep muttering every Spanish phrase my father ever taught me like it might somehow anchor my reality.

Then more I never learned start tumbling out, but I stop myself. They aren't special, not like the ones he taught me.

And I'm pissed off that there are whatever Spanish words I want to say ready to be spoken, like the ones I learned from him are now cheap somehow.

Nothing has made sense since I got to this place, and I can't just chuck it up to a mutation. No, something more serious is going on and I just can't tell what it is.

"How did this even happen?"

A tentacle reaches out of the water and pokes me. I glare at him but he just stares back in return. He reaches out the tentacle to me, like a hand. I give him a deadpan stare, but he doesn't desist. The tentacle is still raised to me, like a gesture. He's trying to tell me something.

"Look at it. It is harmless."

The tentacle dances in front of me, like a rope.

I suppose right now it is harmless. It has held me safely, though it has also broken creatures in half.

Still, I let out a huff of breath. He's right.

Regardless of my feelings on the matter, the tentacles on my head are part of me now. Like Wroahk, they won't harm me.

So, I don't need to panic , I tell my heart.

Just think about what he's saying. My forehead wrinkles. It is surprisingly thoughtful of him, especially since there is no clear connection to any agreement we have made.

"Thank you."

This alien is calm and straightforward. Maybe I need to be more like him.

"Calm down, Eli," I say to soothe myself. "They're just tentacles, your tentacles. They can't hurt you."

"Yes," he agrees. "They are natural."

Natural. That's a funny word. Not a word I would use to describe being stranded on an alien planet and fucking an alien but here we are. Plus, I'm feeling queasy. Did the fruit go bad?

"Wroahk?"

"Yes?"

"I used to be human, a different species. I don't look like I used to anymore but inside me, I'm still human. Eli the human who used to work so many jobs to make a living."

I scoff at myself. Is that really what I want to be known for? In a whole new place, with a whole new body?

I tried so hard to scrape by and for what? To end up stranded here looking like something I'm not. It's just the plot of a horror movie.

Thankfully, I'm not a carrier host for a pod of parasitic insects.

My skin prickles. Dios , I hope not.

I pull over my cape of sunshine and pull up a memory to distract me.

"One day at work, we were offloading a huge shipment and I thought I was a big, strong girl who could do anything. I tried to lift one of the boxes and ended up dropping its contents all over me," I snicker remembering the look of horror on Adrian's face.

"You see the thing with those stupid uniforms is that they're all low quality and they have low porosity. Basically, I stank like fish for weeks. That's one of the main reasons I'm a vegetarian now."

"What a waste," he says.

"Yeah, you say that about the food but what about poor old me? Imagine trying to weave through a crowd during morning rush hour smelling like fish? Well, as I found out, You don't have to weave. The crowd just clears itself."

He looks at me, obviously with no idea what the hell I'm talking about.

"You missed my joke, didn't you?"

It's the same blank-eyed stare he gives me. He doesn't understand me. If he were human, he would've gotten it.

No worries. I'll teach him to appreciate my jokes in time. We're stuck together, after all.

I blink at that thought and how it no longer makes me upset. Just feels good, actually.

"? Qué rabia ! Anyway…"

All that time stealing moments away to study a new creature, never nearly enough time, but still fun. Seeking vicarious adventures from reptiles and spiders. What did I even think adventure looked like? Definitely not out in the stars, enduring pain, frustration, and… well, I guess pleasure, too.

Weird.

The feeling of dryness and thirst in my throat returns. I look back at Wroahk. He's completely adapted to being in the water. He doesn't leave it unless he must. The question is, do I have to as well?

I'm not ready to give up the land.