Page 76 of Citrine

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.