Page 110 of Citrine

Maybe this new body isn't so bad if we can do this…

I nod my head, letting him know I'm ready.

He thrusts almost immediately, and it feels like all the air is taken out of my gills. I feel him hitting the deepest parts of me without remorse, taking away all my inhibitions.

All I can do is gasp for air as he plays me like a drum, bringing me closer and closer to a crescendo.

Not long after, he releases whatever the fuck he has in his semen that makes me feel like I'm on fire, bringing multiple shudders from me.

He holds me close to him, cocooned, with his suckers thrumming all over my body.

Then I remember the fish. My eyes open wide and I try to get his attention.

"We have to go back. It'll burn."

"No," he says, kissing my forehead again.

I kick out at him, and he eventually relents and brings us up to the surface.

I sprint toward the fire pit. Thankfully, we got there just in time and only one side's a bit burned. I flip it to the other side with a stake and just wait until I can pull it out. I use multiple leaves as a plate and hand over a slice to him.

I feel like a wife serving her husband some parody of a dinner. Fuck. Life sure does get weird sometimes.

He picks it up and sniffs it, staring at it suspiciously. I ignore him and blow on mine to cool it off, eager to taste it. I catch myself salivating and remind myself that I need to eat this meal with reverence and not hunger, even though I'm starving.

The moment I take a bite, he throws the whole thing down his throat, still somewhat hot. I stare at him with wide eyes while he sits there in silence.

"That was hot. Are you okay?" I ask.

Without a single response, he turns his back and dives into the lake. I watch for a few minutes before I see him resurface and come back to me.

"I was drying out."

"Okay."

I don't press further because he seems embarrassed. He doesn't eat more but watches me finish the one on my plate carefully. I wait for the other slices to cool before handing it to him.

"Don't worry. These won't burn your throat."

He reluctantly takes them. A glance back over and I know he's enjoying the meal.

It didn't taste as good as the grilled fish mypadrewould make, but it was still very edible.

Not bad for his first cooked meal. From the way he looks at the fire like it might jump out and attack him, it's likely his species is in its early stages of development.

Although, I suppose they may never reach that point. It's weird to think of cooked food and the warmth from a fire as only a human necessity.

"Did you like it?" I ask him.

His tentacles twitch, his shark eyes look away. "It was strange, but not unpleasant."

Wow. For him, he might as well have started dancing and whooping in excitement, but I would have liked some more enthusiasm.

I roll my eyes and change the subject. "Let's go to the other side of the lake now."

From the look on his face, it's the very last thing he wants to do, and his black eyes are darting from side to side, likely thinking of a way to distract me.

"Stop delaying it, Wroahk. Just take me there. This time you can just swim me over so we don't waste time and I don't stir up any more Many Teeth."