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Lower, their wicked wisps stroked her, and inside they found something that made her gasp when they touched it. They were nowhere near her clit but fuck if it didn’t feel like they were touching it. She bucked her hips instinctively, shuddering at the delicious drag.
“Oh, well that is a fun surprise,” they said, delight brightening their voice. “It seems your clit isn’t just that little button I’ve heard so much about, there’s more in here. A little wishbone, which feels incredibly apt, considering how I’ve wished for this these past weeks.”
Abi realized she’d stopped sucking and set to it with vigor. Senka pulled back, allowed her to toy and taste the end of their sex. The end that played along her tongue had an opening, larger than a cock might have, that seeped a bright, tangy liquid that burst on Abi’s tongue. It was delicious and she wantedmore.Lapping at the slit, she drank down each drop. At her eager attentions, the tentacle pushed back against her, allowing her tongue to slip inside.
Senka cried out and rubbed her more frantically. Another thick shadow tentacle gently pushed against Abi’s cunt, asking for entrance. Abi ground down on it and then they were penetrating each other, closer than Abi had ever been with anyone, closer than she’d ever imagined possible.
Lower tentacle writhing in her pussy, one stuffing her mouth pulsing that delectable nectar onto her tongue, Abi felt herself tensing in Senka’s embrace. Her muscles tightened as she neared the peak that she’d often needed magical help to reach. Instead, she hurtled toward it, overwhelmed in the most exciting way. Her thoughts slowed, honey flowing through her mind.
“Sweet Lady you taste good, darling. I hope you’re hungry because I still plan on feeding you after filling you up. Will you drink every drop for me darling? I know you can, you’re such a good fucking girl,” they ground out, voice tight with tension.
Their words broke through her honeyed haze and suddenly it was all too much.
Tendrils tugging at her nipples.
Tentacles filling her.
Shadows caressing every inch of her.
Abi shattered. She careened into her orgasm, entirely out of control. She bucked wildly, her hands scrabbled at the table, and her feet kicked in the air. She squeezed her eyes shut, the pulses of her cunt timed with those of Senka’s tentacle for the briefest moment until it squeezed at her tongue, shrinking to encourage her tongue out. As soon as she retracted it, she was rewarded with a gush as Senka came. Their come poured into her mouth, and Abi gulped it down, ravenous for them.1 With their lower tentacle, they pumped into her, supporting her through her orgasm until she was shaking against them, nursing on the last dribbles of their come.
Senka slipped their tentacle from her mouth and turned her to face them. The motion made Abi realize that she’d beenheld aloft by Senka, and she had no idea when it had started. She couldn’t imagine how silly she looked, her eyes half-lidded, drunk on pleasure. She couldn’t keep a dopey grin from her face, and she giggled when she saw it echoed on Senka.
They kissed her gently, resting their forehead on hers.
“I suppose that’s what good sex is like,” Abi said.
Senka threw their head back, a whooping laugh bursting from them. “I suppose so!” they replied, glowing eyes dancing. “Now that our first course is done, why don’t you sit down and I’ll cook your entree? Considering how your legs were kicking, I imagine you’re tired.”
Gasping, Abi furrowed her brow. “Now whose fault is that?”
“Oh, it’s mine, absolutely. Truthfully, I’m just glad you didn’t knock the pasta off the table, we don’t need any more snackcidents!”
1. Senka’s come is not like human ejaculate. It has an entirely different makeup and is secreted by their sex organs regardless of what form they are taking.
Chapter seven
Abi
IN WHICH MOVEMENT IS OBSERVED AND EVERYONE IS QUITE HAPPY WITH THE RESULT
Dozens of meals andblissful weeks later, Senka and Abi had settled into a routine. Abi had a drawer at their apartment and spent little time back at her own cottage. They’d ventured out into Sanctuary a few times for picnics, but Abi disliked seeing how uncomfortable they were in their glamour, so they’d decided not to make it a common occurrence. Their mornings after work were filled with cooking and cuddles, excursions into town or lazy mornings spent gloriously silent but alone, together. After a month, Abi spent most days sleeping at Senka's and woke up to see what ridiculously complicated concoction her partner had prepared. They'd not actually discussed labels, or plans for the future, but Abi had the distinct impression that things could be quite happily permanent.
On the day they’d invited Abi’s parents to breakfast, Abi was rounding the lake when suddenly a bright flash blinded her, followed swiftly by a second.
“Abi!” Senka’s voice called across the lake, “She moved!” Abi stopped to take in the words.
Moved?
She moved?
Shemoved!
Rushing over to the area where Sirin had set up the machine, Abi arrived shortly after Senka. They were staring down at the box in wonder.
“What now?" Abi asked. “Do we open it?" Energy coursed through her like lightning.
“I don't think so, could you go get Sirin? She should be awake soon, right?" Senka's tendrils were vibrating wildly, and Abi couldn't resist leaning over to kiss them on the cheek before shifting into her owl form and flapping away.