Page 15 of Dry as a Fish (Chaos God Sugar and Spice Companion Shorts #3)

Chapter

Eleven

DELPHON

" A re you sure?" I asked her, sitting up from where I was lying down on the couch.

"I can't believe you've been sleeping on the couch for a week without saying anything!" Sloane said, her hands on her hips as she glared at me. "I thought you had a different room!"

"You're in my room," I said. "I was waiting for you to decide it was our room."

"Delphon, we've been..." She glanced around the empty living room and then leaned in closer to me and spoke in a hushed voice. "...doing things for a while now, and you didn't think we could sleep in the same bed."

She was so cute. She couldn't even say out loud that I'd been eating her out at any and every opportunity possible.

"Sloane," I said, matching her tone as I whispered back to her.

"If I slept in the same bed with you, we would consummate our bond.

I don't know about you, but I," I put a hand on my chest, splaying my fingers dramatically.

"Don't want to do that unless I know for certain that I'm engaged and that you are fully committed to marrying me with no hesitation. "

She stared at me like I'd grown an extra set of eyes.

"I'm wearing your ring," she said, holding up the hand with the ring in question. "I've been wearing it since you gave it to me."

"Even so, you still haven't said yes," I shot back. "So will you marry me?"

"Yes," she said. "Would you come to bed already?"

Heat lanced through me as I stood up from the couch, my sarong doing little to hide the stiffening length between my legs.

Her eyes widened as they dipped down before she whirled, striding back into the bedroom.

I grinned, stalking after her. When I got there, I found she had already dove into the bed, burying herself under the covers on the far side of the bed, her back to the middle.

I undid my sarong, dropping it to the ground before sliding under the sheets to join her. I lay there on my back and waited.

It didn't take long.

She rolled over to face me, tucking one hand under her cheek. "Are you going to sleep?"

I let out an exaggerated yawn. "That is something one does in bed."

She reached out and lightly slapped my chest with her hand, then wiggled in closer to me.

I moved my arm, and she lifted her head so I could snake it under her neck.

She pressed her bare skin against me, and I felt even more blood rush out of my brain as I realized she had run ahead of me so she could strip and get into bed fully undressed without me realizing it.

She trailed her fingers down my chest. "Are you sure that is what you want to do? "

I grinned at her. "What else do you have in mind?"

She slung one leg over mine and shifted her hips so she could press her mound against the side of my leg.

I bent my knee so my thigh pressed up against her there, and she dragged her slick wetness against my skin, showing me in no uncertain terms how ready and eager her body was to have me inside it.

Moments later, I realized just how wet she was.

"Wait, are you..." she said, her tone reflecting my own surprise as my legs pulled together and began to fuse into my tail. I let out a painful groan as my erect shaft was swallowed up by my tail, trapped until it had the pressure needed to extrude.

I threw back the covers, exposing the length of my gorgeous tail.

"Look what you did," I said. "You're so wet."

She let out a giggle, then gasped. "But what about your... thing..."

"My dick?" I asked.

She nodded, her eyes widening as she pressed her lips together.

I reached out and took her hand, placing it on top of the slit where my shaft would extrude. She gently felt it, feeling the shape of it under the skin of my tail. I bit back a moan as her gentle explorative touch inflamed me.

"What does it... what do you need?" she asked.

"I need to be coaxed for it to come out," I said. Then I reached out and grabbed her, plucking her up and setting her down on top of me, her legs straddling either side of my tail as I centered her dripping mound directly over my aching shaft. She gasped as she put both her palms on my chest .

Then she moved, sliding herself over me, tilting her hips back and forth as she rubbed against me, coating me in the viscous slick that dripped down from between her legs.

I groaned with the pleasure of having her move against me, my head falling back as my hands flexed on her hips, feeling her moving, holding onto her to keep her from shifting away even as she let out little gasps of pleasure.

I felt the tip begin to poke through, drawn by the intensity of my arousal and the urgent shift of her hips, the thick lubrication that came with it making everything even more slippery.

"Sloane," I gasped out, lifting my head as I felt my lower head brush against her wet heat. I wasn't expecting to extrude so soon. "You have to slow down."

"Is that it?" she asked, her voice tight with excitement as her hips picked up their speed, moving even faster as she jerked against me in urgent thrusts, rubbing herself over the tip of me.

"I'm going to..." I didn't manage to get the whole thing out as she jerked her hips downward, and the tip caught flush against her opening.

I gripped her hips tightly, clamping her in place, my instincts taking over for a brief moment as I lifted my hips up, lifting her up off the bed as my shaft extruded in one swift motion and forced its way into her tight channel with the explosive burst of motion required for a first extrusion.

The pressure of her clenching inner walls caused me to see stars even as I felt the minor resistance of her innocence give way.

She threw her head back and let out a cry, her legs flexing as she tried to lift up off me as I plowed into her, but my hands held her in place as I sank deep into her.

Her entire body trembled above me, and I held my breath, not daring to breathe.

Neither of us moved for a long moment .

"Holy fucksticks," she gasped out, putting her hands back on my chest as she bent her head back down to look at me, her hair falling around her face.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "I meant to go slower than that for your first time."

"Did you...." she trailed off as she often did before her expression settled into determination. "Did you fill me with seed?"

"Not yet," I said. "Right now all that has happened is I've filled you with my cock. Next step is to take you to the height of your pleasure so that you milk me for my seed."

"Oh," she said, her mouth forming a perfect little o.

I tilted her hips forward, moving her to grind against me again.

It didn't do as much for me, as it didn't cause me to slide in and out of her, but this wasn't about me just yet.

Right now, it was about getting her past the initial discomfort.

The more aroused and close to her edge she was, the more I could pound into her without leaving her feeling battered the next day.

"I feel so full," she moaned as she moved with me, the small slip of my length inside of her a torturous tease.

Then her fingernails dug into my chest as she gasped out her next words. "I need.... I need..."

"What do you need?" I demanded. "Tell me what you need."

"You on top," she said.

I looked down at my tail. It was a lot heavier than my legs, and couldn't support my weight on her the same way that having knees that could bend under me could. There was a simple solution for that. "We have to get to the water. Hold on. Put your feet up on my tail."

I sat up, and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

She tucked her feet up so that they rested on my tail.

I wrapped one arm around her hips, holding her secure against me so I wouldn't slip out of her, then I placed the other hand on the bed, using my arm like a lever to shift us across the space.

It took a few moments, and several gasps from both of us as the shifting motion caused us to slide together, but by the time we were slipping into my pool bed that I used when I felt like sleeping in the water on the far side of the room she was giggling with her face pressed into my neck.

I threaded my fingers through her hair, pulling her face out of my chest, and pressed my lips against hers, sealing them there.

Then I rolled us over, dunking us under the water.

She let out a surprised cry into my mouth, and I waited a moment for her to adjust, for her to get her air from me, to let me breathe for us both.

Once she softened against me, her body melting into mine, the breath shared between us deepening the intimacy, I began to move.

First slowly, sliding out until just my tip was inside of her before stroking myself back into her, smooth silky motions as I felt the way she reacted to them, shifting my angle on each dive into her until she leg out a gasp, bubbles rushing up around my face as her thighs tightened around my hips.

I stayed at that angle, hitting that spot over and over as I worked her hips with each stroke, making sure I was hitting the perfect spots both inside and out.

Soon she was clawing at me, clinging to me, driving her heels into my backside as she rocked with me, her motions as desperate and needy as mine.

I could feel her inside fluttering against me, clamping down hard as she pulled her mouth away from mine to sing out her siren song into the water, the song of pleasure, of one soul meeting another beneath the waves.

I lost it, thrusting into her like a wild thing, my own crashing peak driven by my need to be deep inside her.

Her lips found mine again as I came inside her, my hot essence spurting deep into her with one growling groan of release.

Finally, our hearts sang.

I could hear it, swelling within me as we floated in the water, my hands holding her hips flush against mine so I could stay deep within her.

I waited until she took her next deep breath, and I pulled back and began to sing, letting the song in my heart sweep into the water, to circle it.

Her voice joined mine, and we were singing our song together, stopping to kiss so I could fill her lungs with each new breath.

With the song, I felt such immense joy and happiness that my whole life was eclipsed by the brilliance of this moment.

With my heartsong, my life had begun anew.