Chapter 12 #3
"Hmm. They look fine, but I can kiss them better to be sure.
" I crouch down enough to suit actions to words, kissing one nipple softly before sucking the other into my mouth for a little more teasing.
Gillian yelps, but before I can pull away to see if she wants me to stop, she presses against me.
There are more than two arms coiling around my back as she presses me to deepen the kiss.
"Do that again," she gasps. I don't, just holding her gently in my mouth until she groans and tries again. "Ugh. Please suck my nipple like that again, dragon."
I do as she asks. And my reward is almost as sweet as the sounds she makes in response.
Now that she's facing me, I can slip my fingers under her panties to tease her pussy while I play with her chest. And oh, yes.
Her tentacles slip under my clothing. At first, it's just one of them, wriggling under my shirt until she finds the raised ridge of my surgical scars. She pauses at that first brush.
"Can I taste you here, dragon?" Gillian asks.
"Mhm." I nod a little and moan my permission for her to continue.
Gillian is ever so delicate as her suckers trace feather-soft kisses all along the flesh.
She's gentle about it, and even though the nerves there do strange things with touch most of the time, in this case it's a pleasant sort of buzzing strangeness that adds to the sensation.
I like it. I like that she wants to know all of me.
Gillian wraps more tentacles around my torso, over my nipples, and then one ventures up the leg of my jeans toward my inner thigh.
I revel in her gentleness with my tender parts as compared to how tight she grips the rest of me.
The suction elsewhere borders on having a bite to it, but not where she's kissing my scars.
It's…I feel like she sees me. My strength and my weakness and with her the one doesn’t diminish the other; she wants all of me.
I walk Gillian back toward her bed, fingers slipping inside her to find her pussy wet with slick. Her suckers grip me harder when I brush her clit. I take my time teasing her, still mouthing at her nipple as her tentacles twine under my clothes.
It takes an age to navigate to her bed without taking our hands—or her suckers—off of each other.
I'm the one whimpering for more when she eases the tentacle that's been caressing my shoulder out from under my shirt to sweep her duvet and half the contents of her closet off the mattress and onto the floor to make space for us.
Then she wraps me in that same powerful grip to lift me onto the bed straddling her hips.
Oh feathers, that's hot as hell. She can literally sweep me off my feet anytime.
"You're so fucking hot," I gasp as she gazes up at me expectantly.
"So're you. Can I take your clothes off?" Gillian asks, her tentacles drape over me, writhing over my clothes. "Please? I really want to taste you."
"So do I," I say, lifting my fingers to my lips to lick away the glistening slick from fingering her.
She moans. We didn't discuss fluid bonding or barriers, but we can't get each other pregnant and the risk of giving each other anything else across shifter species is almost non-existent.
I moan at the salty tang of her on my tongue and Gillian bucks her hips up into me.
"You're delicious. Like saltwater taffy. "
"You sure? I know aquatic shifters can be, uh, pungent to other types of shifter."
"Reminds me of my favorite places," I say, then I lean in to kiss her softly. I try to roll off her, but Gillian's holding me too tight for that to work. "Let me up for a second so I can strip?"
"Wha? Oh! Sorry. Didn't mean to hold you captive." Gillian relaxes her hold on me with a self-conscious giggle.
"It's fine. I like that you wrap yourself around me." I make quick work of removing my clothes and getting back into her bed, this time I kneel between her thighs.
"What are you doing?" Gillian asks.
"Like I said, I love the way you taste, Treasure. I want to taste your sweet pussy while you wrap your arms around me like you're never going to let me go."
"Yeah." Gillian's voice cracks on the single word and she looks at me like maybe she'd like to take me up on never letting go.
It's way too soon for saying that sort of thing out loud though.
We can let our bodies talk for us and see where this goes.
Gillian's tentacles coil up my wrists, pulling me toward her, close enough for her human fingers to card through my thick hair.
I kiss my way along Gillian's thighs toward the lacy panties, they're already damp with her omega slick, but I'm going to have them soaking before I let her take them off.
More of Gillian's tentacles twine their way up my legs, spreading my thighs as she angles me forward. I lick her through the lace, savoring her sweetness, slipping my fingers inside her again to coax out more of her slick and more of the pleased little moans she makes for me.
Her suckers tease my sensitive bits and my clit aches, too exposed with her tentacles holding me open.
Slick tickles as it drips from my pussy and onto the hand I've got braced on Gilian's thigh.
I moan at the sheer wanton pleasure of being with her like this, I'm so damn turned on right now. At first, I squirm at the ticklish sensation I think is another surge of slick, only when it prods at my opening do I realize it’s her tentacle and she's offering to fuck me.
I lift my mouth away from her to ask for more.
"Go ahead, I said you can taste me all over, you like that?"
"Yes, dragon, want to put as many as you can take inside you."
I wince at the thought of even attempting to take all eight of her tentacles, at their thickest, each of them is as girthy as her thighs.
That's not happening. But the tip of the single tentacle nudging between my lips is more like a finger.
Eight fingers I can handle. Probably. "Start small for today, treasure. Maybe just one at a time for now?"
"Mhm, you taste so good inside, mmm." Her suckers flutter along my inner wall as she works her way in deeper and I moan like I might die if she stops.
I buck, jerking against the implacable hold of her other limbs when the tip of her tentacle pulses thicker, suckers rippling before she lets it thin again. Oh fuck. That's...she might be ruining sex for me if I have to compare every future lover to her.
"Fuck me, Gillian, that's amazing."
"I've had a bit of practice. Think you could put your mouth back to better use than cursing at me, dragon?" She teases and fuck if I don't like that little spark of back-talk.
"Mhm, don't worry, I'm nowhere near having my fill of you yet, treasure." I go back to eating her out before I can say anything embarrassing about how I want to make her pussy a regular part of my diet from now on.
I definitely don't tell her that she tastes better than flying, not the least because that won't make sense to her.
If I tell my family that, they're going to know I'm gone on this girl, though.
I can't even be scared of the crash landing at the end of the fall because she's got all eight of her limbs wrapped around me and the tip of one tentacle fucks me while another works between my thighs to take over the title of meanest tease in the bed as she sets all my nerves on fire with a line of suckers rippling along my clit.
We find a rhythm that feels like riding the ocean tides.
Our breathing roars in my ear like crashing waves and nothing exists outside of this moment and the shifter I'm sharing it with.
Wave after wave of glorious sensation makes me wonder if I can die from pleasure overload.
I might just short-circuit, because nothing exists except Gillian's tentacles anchoring me to reality, her suckers stroking me like dozens of attentive little mouths, perfectly attuned to keep me balanced on the knife's edge between pleasure and overstimulation.
She only falters when I feel her pussy clenching around my fingers as a gush of slick runs down my wrist and coats my tongue when she comes.
The taste of her as she latches onto me with all of her suckers at once while she comes sends me tumbling into my own release right after her.