Citrine (Deliverance #3)

57. Wroahk

57

Wroahk

It took far too long for me to convince Eli to come back with me to our underwater cave. I doubt I would have convinced her had her new friends not expressed the desire to sleep.

She's still restless when we get down there. "We should seriously go beyond this lake. There has to be more to see."

How is this still an issue? She has her community . They even said they will bring the enemy to us to kill.

"No."

I can sense her annoyance as she droops in my arms, mumbling things I cannot understand under her breath.

I don't like her like that. I want that happy look back.

"Oh, I mean to hunt," she says, cutting her dark eyes at me.

"Not to leave me?"

She turns to face me fully. "Of course not. Wherever you go, I go."

It sends a good feeling through my body to hear those words. She has changed me. From trying to eat her to now trying to understand her feelings and appease her.

She's a troublesome companion , but I chose her myself.

I kiss her forehead, holding her tighter in my arms. I know she likes when I do that, and she especially likes when I stroke her yellow weeds. Her tentacles wrap around my arm as I rub my grasper through them, feeling and sensing me.

Once I can taste her arousal, I know she likes it.

If they are like mine, the information her tentacles are sending back to her is overwhelming. My excitement rises as I feel her body grow warmer.

"Cold, Eli?"

She likes when I say her name. It makes her squirm and her heart beats faster. I lean in until her lips meet mine and kiss her deeply.

I'm now better at kissing , according to her. It's almost like tasting her and feeding on her essence. It tells me so much about her.

Her fears, her lust, and her desire for freedom. I can taste all of that and I crave to keep it all for myself. I cannot let go of her now that I've discovered this feeling. My head moves down, focusing on the two organs on her chest.

I've always thought they were odd, though they ask for my touch, given that females of my species don't have them.

I move even closer to them, using my tongue. She moans immediately, her nails digging into me.

"What are these?" I ask, genuinely curious.

Even though she's heavily aroused, my companion never misses the opportunity to speak.

" Mammary gland. It produces a fluid called milk. It is used to nourish our offspring."

"So right now, you can produce this milk? " I ask, my mind focused on how best to pleasure her using these.

Every time I touch them, she responds, and so I want to focus all my attention on them. Even now, she's struggling to maintain her speaking.

"N-No, I can't. I'll have to be pregnant for that."

"Hmm. How inconvenient."

Her body freezes. She pushes me away as fiercely as she can, but only gets away when I decide to let her go.

"What do you mean by that?" she questions, offended by my comment.

I don't know why, but I answer her question.

"It seems inconvenient that you can only produce this fluid when you're about to give life. Something so useful, provided only a one certain time."

"Well, it's the way we evolved . The milk from my breasts are only meant for babies . If I start producing it at other times, that means something is wrong and I'm going to need a doctor."

I just stare at her, waiting until she's calm.

"I am not sure why this has offended you."

"No, I supposed you wouldn't."

She grudgingly returns to my limbs, moving close.

"I need to warm you up," I say, slipping my grasper down to her lower back.

She rolls her eyes but doesn't refuse me. Her moans reverberate in my skull as I kiss lower and lower. Then a sharp gasp when my teeth lightly graze her waist.

"Don't do that!" she scolds.

I'm always careful not to harm her… much with my teeth, but it's too pleasant to hear her click out her strident commands. I enjoy watching her writhe and hearing her beg for me.

I never knew I would get so focused on the process, to the point where it's all I can think about when hunting or doing anything. I have grown to depend on her. She's as essential as the water itself.

I want to penetrate her. It takes me all my willpower not to, but I know I can't force my way in. I need her to be ready to take me in and enjoy this experience together.

I also like the part where I taste her.

Her voice only grows louder the more I drink. She becomes less skeptical and aware when our bodies join, forgetting she shares the water with other predators. She's never been conscious of the fact before, so I don't blame her, but I know they lurk.

Let them investigate the taste. I will snap them in half.

I drink her all in, feeling her body tremble in my mouth as she reaches the peak of her arousal. Now I know she's ready.

Entering her almost makes me burst. She has her back to me, her chest resting on the cave wall. I hold both of her graspers behind her back as gently as I can, thrusting in and out at will. She suggested this position, knowing full well that I am capable of breaking her limbs in a moment of carelessness.

This is how much she trusts me now.

Not that long ago, that trust would have disgusted me. Now it makes my pleasure rise.

Seeing the way her body moves from behind just makes me more aroused. My tongue caresses her neck, as I'm feeling an urge to bite her neck and mark her as solely my prey.

I clamp down, waiting for her to tell me no, but instead she moans louder. So I push my teeth into her, the rich taste of her blood filling the water, making my tentacles move in a frenzy.

She reaches her peak again; her scream echoing in the cave water. She starts falling toward the cave floor, but I'm not done with her yet. I hold her back up, propping her legs up against the wall and holding her firmly with my graspers and tentacles.

I push into her faster, tasting her from within, filling her mouth now so I have every part of her. I see her eyes roll back and her mouth stretched wide, the green of my limb exciting to see against her red-brown lips. She no longer begs for me to move faster, only craving me more as I thrust into her.

She's hanging limp when I finally orgasm, releasing my seed in her. She's barely conscious. Now, she looks absolutely delectable.

She shivers in my arms as I spin her. "It almost felt like I was being split into two. Man , you are so huge."

" Thank you ," I say.

According to her, that is what you say when you get a compliment. I'm learning more words from her. For my companion who likes to talk, learning how to communicate with her, following our deal , seems a small cost.

"Is this what is part of the deal for your talking, or for the community ?"