Page 55 of Moist!

chapter ten

SERAFINA

The water is nearly black by the time Cantis stops swimming, a sure sign that night has fallen over the sea. She settles onto a clear bed of seaweed, turns in my arms and positions me in her lap.

“Are you really okay?” she asks.

“I’m good, are you okay? You hit the floor pretty hard.”

“My body’s okay, but I feel rotten inside.

I can’t believe I let us get caught like that.

You could’ve been hurt, or eaten. And I had the chance to get us out of that mess and I just froze!

” I rub Cantis’s arms and press my forehead to hers, trying to rid it of the guilty crinkles that have formed there.

“It’s okay, Cantis, neither of us knew about the bellista, and we got out, it’s fine.” Cantis jerks her head back from me and I immediately miss our point of contact.

“It’s not fine, I didn’t protect you. I could’ve lost you.”

“But you didn’t lose me, I’m right here.

We’re right here. The water is cold, there is seaweed beneath us.

There is a pod of dolphins talking in the distance, and I’m right here in front of you.

” I pull one of her hands from my waist and place it over my heart.

“I’m right here.” I place my forehead against hers, and this time she doesn’t move away .

We breathe together like that for a while. When I feel her tears touch my cheek, I don’t think before kissing them away.

And I don’t think when Cantis turns her head and kisses me on the mouth; I just feel.

Her anger and guilt, her passion and purpose, I feel it all in that kiss.

I want to hold it for her, I want more. I want to celebrate being alive, to prove to my body that we really escaped and give it a chance to release the extra adrenaline pulsing beneath my scales.

Cantis tips me back into the seaweed beneath us and trails small kisses along my jaw and neck.

“Are you sure?” I ask her.

“Let me prove to myself that you’re okay. Let me take care of you.” Cantis’ eyes are clear, and I don’t feel any chaotic or anxious energy coming off her like I did before.

I shimmy away from nearby coral so we can move freely and relax against the seafloor. “Okay.”

Cantis dips down to my shoulder, resuming her light kisses until she reaches the gills below my ear.

“Tell me you want this.” Her words produce bubbles that tickle and pop against my skin.

“I want this.” I arch into her mouth as she licks slowly along the slits of my gills. “I want you.” I feel her razor sharp teeth graze against my neck a second before she bites me. I grab her arms without a thought, leaning into the pressure.

“Tell me again.” Cantis moves to the other side of my jaw and brushes her lips against my cheek.

“I want whatever you’ll give me.” I can feel her lips curve into a smile. “I want you, Cantis.” This time she bites a little harder and drags her talons down my back. Fuck . I’m wet now, I’m sure of it. My pocket is pulsing, ready to open.

“You feel so perfect in my arms, Fee,” she whispers.

“You feel like mine .” I grab the hair at the back of her neck and pull so I can see her eyes.

They’re soft and warm and completely opposite of what her mouth is doing to me.

I kiss her, and tease her mouth open with my tongue, hoping she can feel the words I don’t have yet.

Cantis cups my breasts, gently stroking her fingers back and forth in slow, soft touches. It feels so good, but I need more of her. I want her unleashed. I trail my hands from around her neck and drag them down the front of her body.

“Serafina,” Cantis rasps. “Hold on to this,” she grabs my wrists and maneuvers them above me, “Don’t let go. Can you do that for me?” I nod, grabbing at seaweed with one hand and what must be a rock with the other.

“There you go, you look so pretty waiting for me to fuck you. That’s what you want, right?” There’s fire in her eyes but I can’t help but feel like Cantis is checking in again to make sure I’m right there with her. I don’t nod, I don’t say yes.

I open my pocket and let my dripping pussy do the talking.

“Good goddess, fuck .” Cantis is wholly still for a moment, staring down at my center with what I can only describe as hunger, before she adjusts herself on top of me.

She rubs my outer lips with her thumbs in an upward motion and leans down, kissing and sucking at my hips, right above where my scales start.

I use my tail to lift my hips up and wiggle them. Cantis gets the message.

The first swipe of her tongue against my clit is like heaven.

It’s like taking the first gulp of water into your gills after a day on dry land.

It feels right, and goddess does it feel good.

Cantis alternates between slow, soft licks and quick flicks of her tongue, all the while teasing me with her talons, dragging them over my belly, arms, and all the skin and scales she can reach.

I squirm under her focus as she draws moan after moan from my lips.

I grip the seaweed and stone harder beneath my fingers so I don’t reach out and grab her.

I imagine my knuckles are probably red about the time she presses two, then three, fingers into my cunt.

“Cantis. Yes. Please.” All sorts of words and sounds bubble up from my mouth as she pumps her fingers in and out.

That is until she captures my clit in her mouth and it starts vibrating.

I’m silenced for a moment, my breath stilling, and confusion clouds my mind at what she could possibly be doing.

But when she looks up at me through her dark lashes, I realize she’s using her siren song.

On my clit. While she fucks me with three fingers.

I lose it.

My hips press into her face as I scream my release. My arms and fins shake, my chest heaving as everything breaks apart and comes back together.

“Your moist little pussy tastes so good, Serafina,” I barely hear her over my senses trying to rewire themselves correctly. “Can you give me one more?”

Cantis waits for me to catch my breath so I can give her a verbal “yes”. Her responding smile is everything to me.

“Yeah, of course you can.” Her confidence in me reaches something in the back of my brain. I want to please her, I want to take what Cantis gives me and I want her to praise me for it.

Cantis leans forward and I finally get to kiss her again, her three fingers becoming four and setting a steady pace. She tastes like salt, and starlight, and me. She tastes like home.

Cantis starts to pull away and I nip her lower lip, trying to bring her back to me. She gives me one more quick kiss on the mouth, on my nose, and then she leans away.

“I love how good you feel around me. Can I give you my whole hand?”

“Yes,” I say with the little breath left in my body. I whimper when she sucks at my still sensitive clit and can’t stop my body from quivering in response.

“Breathe for me, Fee. In, then out.” I follow her instruction, pouting when she removes her fingers and moaning my exhale when she pushes her fist into me instead.

“There you go, I knew you could take it.” And take it, I can.

Cantis pumps her fist into me, the squelching sound of my pussy getting louder and louder.

She kisses and bites all over me and uses her other hand to support my back.

I’m saying things, I think I scream, and I’m definitely seeing stars.

She starts to turn her fist when she’s bringing it in and I realize this isn’t just what she needed, I needed this too.

Her fist makes me feel so full, and knowing her talons are out but she’s still keeping me safe is heightening the moment.

I can feel my release start to build in my core, heating me up all over.

Everything feels raw and hazy and big and messy. It’s perfect.

I look at Cantis and I can see her mouth forming the word ‘breathe’.

I try to, but as soon as I take a good breath, it all hits me at once.

My whole body seizes up and then shakes, my thrashing tail kicking up sand and pebbles.

The waves of release hit me like a tsunami, getting stronger and pulling me under with a ferocity I didn’t know existed.

I’m crying, I think, and I’ve never felt better.

“What a perfect girl you are.” Cantis brings her fingers to my lips and lets me suck my cum off her fingers once my body settles.

“You did so good for me, Fee.” I want to respond, but the words I want are just out of reach.

I lock eyes with her instead, and drag my tongue between her webbed fingers slowly, hoping she understands how she’s cracking me open inside.

My pocket closes soon after, my body worn out and boneless. Cantis brings my arms down from above my head and lies beside me. She tugs me into her warm body, and places a hand over my heart. The seaweed, moved by the waves, tickles my scalp as I fall asleep.