Chapter 17 #4
"Oh. That's probably good to know." I might need her to repeat the lesson if it actually comes up, because I'm very distracted by my mate stretching her lithe body and turning deliberately to climb onto her bed.
I want to wrap my tentacles around those luscious calves, taste her essence dripping over my suckers as I caress her thick thighs.
I want to pull her back to the edge of the mattress so I can tease her open and press my suckers inside of her.
I want to watch her body arch and her face contort with the effort of holding back her orgasm as I ripple rows of suckers just so against her most sensitive nerves, inside and out.
Tides, I want her so much it's scary. For as long as I can recall, there's been a part of me that's afraid of overwhelming my lovers with my desires.
A bottomless well of need that feels so immense it could consume them and leave nothing behind.
Like my octopus's static cousins devouring potential mates to satiate her through the long winter of her life.
No one else has ever quite seemed strong enough to encompass all that need and want.
To weather my full intensity without the safety net of giving over control.
Winny can. I'm certain of it. She can take whatever I give her and still hold us together because she's already been through the depths of the abyssal zone and come back stronger for it.
She takes control because I let her, and I want it, but this one time, I don't need the safe distancing of a power dynamic or a role to play.
I don't need to hand over control, because I can control myself and we're both safe here. No need to hide from her or my desires.
I wrap my tentacles around myself, to be sure that I won't reach for her yet, and watch as she turns to sit facing me in the middle of the bed.
Winny sprouts feathers all over, the shift happens in a blink and then I'm staring into my girlfriend’s laughing dark eyes in her bird form.
She's just as gorgeous as always in her feathers.
I sit on the edge of the bed to stroke her neck and she croaks a soft sound of encouragement as she butts her head against my fingers, like a cat inviting scritches.
I rub my fingers along her neck, down her back.
She hops closer and nudges me to pet the downy feathers under her wings.
The scars are less visible in this form, but she moves her wing on that side stiffly, and as little as possible to let me touch her.
"You're very elegant like this," I say. And she is.
She's also vulnerable in a way that makes me want to scoop her up and protect her rather than fuck her.
Which I'm sure would piss her off if I said it, knowing how she feels about her overprotective family.
Still, I can kind of understand their concern when I watch the painstaking way she moves in her bird form.
I can't help thinking how upsetting it would be to have scars that made swimming painful for me in my aquatic form as the nearest equivalent.
I can't comprehend how she's okay with that.
'Ah, but she isn't you.' my octopus sends the image of herself jetting a shell at my human face to get me to snap out of it.
She's right. That's exactly what Winny said too, not in so many words.
But it's up to her how much her injury gets to her.
Treating her like glass because of how I think I'd feel in her shoes only centers me.
"Your feathers are beautiful." I lean in to kiss the top of her feathery head. "Thank you for sharing this part of yourself with me, Winny. We can snuggle like this for as long as you want, but I still really want to fuck your human form when you're ready."
I expect her to draw out the wait, to tease me if for no other reason, but she shifts before I finish my sentence and I find myself leaning over my very naked, very human, mate. Winny beams up at me as she loops her hand around my nape and pulls me down on top of her for a kiss.
"I'm ready,” she says. “And I have plans for us, treasure.
First, I want you to hold my hands, then you're going to wrap a tentacle around our wrists and grip the headboard.
Then you're going to kneel between my legs with your ankles under my calves, and use one tentacle to hold our ankles together and the other to grab the toy on my side table, put it on the highest setting and hold it inside your pussy while you rub against my clit. "
"Huh?" I stare at her. "You want me to just, hold on and dry hump you? I don't get it."
"You will." Winny tucks a stray curl behind my ear.
"It's simple, precious. You can't seem to help clinging to me, and I love that.
But you also like to make yourself small, so I want you to hold yourself open for me, your whole self.
I want you on top of me, writhing with need.
I want you to give me every bit of wanton desire. "
"You want me to give you my whole self," I breathe the words as I realize what she’s asking for. All of me.
"Yep. No commands to hide behind. No passively offering.
I want you to take your pleasure. And I'm aching to feel you squirting all over my clit when you get off on top of me.
Want you to fuck yourself until you're given me everything.
Every last drop. And I want to see if you can do that hands free, just the vibrator and my clit to rub against and the knowledge that you're entirely bound and at my mercy simply because I said so and you are choosing it with every thrust and every moment that you are your own living restraints. What do you say?"
"Oh, fuck." I take her hands.
"Indeed." Winny smirks at me, looking just as excited for this as I am, but she wrenches one arm free when I reach for the vibrator. It's already lubed up and ready to go and it's got the perfect curve to hit the right spots inside of me.
I shiver in anticipation, and scowl at her when she stops me from putting her commands into action. "What?"
"Not so fast. That wasn't a yes," Winny chides me, still blocking the toy.
"Yes," I say.
Winny arches an infuriating brow, hand hovering above the vibe. I roll my eyes then flash my most pleading chromatophores at her, which makes her snort and shake her head at me, but she rolls her hand in a 'go on' gesture, so I play along.
"Yes, oh mighty dragon, I want you to torture me by making me come my brains out while you make me act like you're my own personal fuck toy. Is that enough of a yes?"
"Good, we'll ignore the last bit for tonight.
" She lets go of the toy and takes my hand, letting me pick up the vibrator with a tentacle and hold it where I can get a better look.
There's only one button, so I have to press it a few times to figure out the different settings and pulse patterns.
It's going to feel good. And if she really wants me to keep it in for several orgasms, it's going to border on too intense to bear by the end of this.
I close my eyes and savor the anticipation.
"It's new for you, and the cord is long enough that we should be able to keep this party going for hours.
You're not stopping until you physically can't come, got it?
" Winny says, like she can read my mind.
Or, no, she's watching the hard to control chromatophores around my eyes.
Reading my reactions like she really has been studying them.
I moan.
"I know, it's going to be so hard to hold it inside you after you come and it's too sensitive to keep going. But you're going to fuck yourself through that too much feeling and come again. Do you know why?"
"Because my dragon wants me to?" I venture.
"Yes.” She smirks at me. “And because you can handle hard, and it's going to feel so amazing when you're floating somewhere beyond bliss because you take more for me than you think you can. And I'm going to be right here watching you soar."
"Dive. You'll be with me and we'll both get to dive deeper than we think we can. Together."
"Dive then," Winny swallows a lump of emotion, then she kisses me hard on the mouth. "Now, treasure. I want you trussed up and riding me. If you can talk like that, you're doing it wrong."
"Yes, dragon." I kiss her sweetly as I wind my tentacles around our limbs, savoring the connection and the flavor of her skin. I slip the tip of the vibrator into place, thinking to take it slow, but Winny rocks against me .
"Agh, that's a lot."
"I know, precious, you're going to take it all though." She rolls her hips into me and I whimper.
"Please," I whimper, more because it adds to the anticipation than because I want her to stop.
"Does it hurt?" Winny pauses.
"No, don't stop, it's intense, but I like it."
"Yellow intense, or am I good to make you take it, precious?" Winny checks.
"Green." I whine, because I want her to make me, and at the same time, the combination of being fucked open and the strong vibrations is still a lot to handle, even with the lube and my pussy slick from kissing her and anticipating this moment.
Winny nods. She watches my face for any sign of distress as she bucks up under me, nudging the tentacle holding the vibe to push in deeper.
"That's it. All the way in, you can take it, precious.
I know it seems like too much, but you can take it.
" She rocks insistently against me until I push the tip in deep and the textured base nudges against my clit with every roll of her hips under me.
Then she stills. "There. You take it at your own pace now.
You can fuck yourself with that, grind against me, you can fuck your tentacle into your tight little hole with the toy, or fuck my pussy with it, but you are going to stay right here and get yourself off with some combination of those options until you have permission to come. Understand?"
"Yes."