Citrine (Deliverance #3)

46. Wroahk

46

Wroahk

I can't explain it, but there is something deeply comforting about watching her doing whatever human thing she's doing now, especially now that I know it is connected to something I brought her.

It's a deep connection I can't explain in words. So, I explain it using her body.

Her little gasps and moans fill my ears as she grasps on to my head tightly. My last fight only made my hunger more voracious, and I can't stop myself from trying to devour her.

"Wroahk, please…"

With just a flick of my tongue, I find where she's weakest and make her essence come quicker. Her body jerks as she orgasms, pouring out the warm liquid on my tongue and straight down my throat.

It's better than the blood of any hunt I've ever tasted.

"You're mean," she mumbles as I thoroughly clean her up without leaving a drop, though the way she holds me makes me question her words.

She walks back to the pile of rocks shakily, going back to some mysterious task.

I surprise myself by speaking. "I have something to tell you."

"Mhm. That's new. What? Did you find something exciting to hunt?"

"No. It was not an exciting hunt. This morning, I…"

I wonder how she'll feel if I tell her the truth. Would she not touch me kindly anymore? Would I have to find a new way to get her to pay attention to me? I don't know. I just have to do this.

I don't even know why.

"This morning, I used you as bait."

She goes rigid almost immediately. I can't read the expression in her eyes, so I can't tell if she's angry or sad. Maybe she's both. Maybe she's disappointed.

I don't even know if I want to know.

"Wroahk…" she starts, taking a deep breath. "I already know that. I'm not stupid, you know. I would just prefer to be told, and not have to guess."

"Yes."

"Good," she says, her eyes still narrowed at me.

I can't resist the urge to kiss her. She responds, letting me pull her back into the water, even though she seemed very intent on her task.

She feels good.

I feel something else for her. Something deep and meaningful. I don't yet know how to describe this feeling, but I know now that she is more valuable to me now than anything. Even the most thrilling hunt.

Our kiss becomes more exciting as my tentacles spread her legs open. I know the perfect spots to touch her now and make her body easy to control in my arms.

With the prodding of each, she becomes a wave of moans, holding on tightly to me like she'll be swept away in a tidal wave.

Her body now takes me in quite easily. It's like it's waiting for my shape, ready to accommodate me anytime. Her body is mine to play with, a new type of hunt, and a far more pleasurable one.

She is tight around me, her muscles contracting with each of my movements, her graspers digging into my skin to show her pleasure.

With each thrust, I can feel the strange emotion from earlier rising in my chest. I want our bodies to become one, our breathing to become one, and I want her to be mine forever. I still sense reluctance in her. She gives me her body but not yet her mind… her kind hands are still reluctant.

Her eyes often skim the horizon, and she's constantly searching for something along the trees. I know how much she values her freedom, and I know how far I'll be willing to go to keep it from her.

She's made me like this, and she must bear the consequences.

She isn't allowed to leave.

"Ohh, Wroahk, that's too… much… fuck ."

I know better than to increase my speed, so I just make my mating tentacles wider and more sensitive. I know it feels good for her since it's touching all the right places for her and by how much she's screaming my name, begging me to never stop.

There is an answering warmth building in my abdomen, and thrumming along each limb as they wriggle inside of her and I feel my seed build up.

Whatever else she planned to say is cut off by one of my limbs in her mouth, the slow exploration of her tongue and the sides of her mouth increasing my pleasure.

Three more hard thrusts and I release inside her, watching her body shudder as the liquid seeps in, bringing another wave of our pleasure.

Her chest heaves and there's a tired smile on her face.

She's covered in traces of me. She's marked as my territory.

"What's… that… look on… your face?" she asks in between deep pants.

"Nothing."

She will not enjoy my thoughts, so I don't share them.

"All this is hot, but my body isn't indestructible, you know," she complains, but her face says something different than her words.

I reach down to kiss her near her yellow tentacles.

"You take me so well, though."

Her face instantly turns another shade, and she turns her head to the side. Is it an attempt to hide? I've never seen worse skin concealment.

"I do, don't I? It's weird as fuck , but I like it."

"Your body has learned my shape. It is like you were made for me."

Her face becomes yet another shade as she refuses to show me her expression.

"I didn't think you were capable of flirting . Damn ."

"I don't think I'm doing such a thing."

Seeing the hunger in her eyes makes my mating tentacles rouse inside her once more. She feels them come to life and hits my chest hard.

" Fuck . You really are a wild animal. I love it."

I dismiss her comments and claim her lips. She wraps her grasper around my neck, pulling her body to mine. The fleshy organs on her chest always feel nice to rest on, and touching them pulls out such lovely sounds.

I lower a grasper to touch them, using the other one to keep her graspers pinned above her head so she won't let them get in the way again.

Then I roam every limb I can over her, increasing both of our pleasure.

She moans, her body responding to my every touch.

With every thrust, I claim ownership of her body. She'll always be mine. It's fine if she doesn't know it yet.