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“Oh. Um…” Senka squirmed at the thought of telling Abi about their guilty pleasure, but they wouldn’t lie to her. “I was reading.”
“Reading?” Abi asked, no doubt confused why that would have them so worked up.
Senka gestured to the shelf where they’d haphazardly set the book, then internally chastised themself for pointing it out to her. “Yes. It’s…” They watched Abi cross the room and pick up the novel in a mixture with dread.
She picked the book up and scanned the title. “The Pirate King’s Plunder?”
“It’s a romance,” Senka feebly explained. Their shadow wisps finally pulled back from Abi at their surge of nerves.
Opening the book, Abi scanned a few lines, then looked up at Senka with a grin. “Oh! This one gets right into the action, doesn’t it?” Before they could reply, she flipped forward further into the book, and after a minute of reading, her amused smile dropped. “Oh,” she whispered, looking back up at them, her pupils blown wide and a deep flush washing over her cheeks. “Do you like this sort of thing?”
Unsure if her blush was from discomfort or excitement, Senka gave her a sheepish smile. They knew what scene she’d found, having practically worn the ink off the pages from how many times they’d read it. “Yes. In theory, at least. I’ve never done it because it doesn’t work well with a shade partner.” They cleared their throat, then added with a weak chuckle, “Too easy to get free when you’re not fully corporeal.”
Abi laughed, but the color was still high on her cheeks. “Would you want to try it?”
“Only if you’d enjoy it, sweet girl,” they replied, their arousal amplified by the potential interest in her voice.
She nodded, and Senka’s wisps eagerly extended toward her, making her gasp as they brushed against her peaked nipples. “You want me to tie you up and have my way with you, darling? I could use my tentacles to—”
“Yes,” Abi gasped.
Senka chuckled at her eagerness. Her breathy assent had them caging her in against the shelf. “Do you want that now, darling?” They knew the precious heat of Abi’s desire wasn’t something to be ignored when it flared to life, and were more than happy to give her whatever she wanted.
“Yes. I want that. Please,” Abi replied.
Senka pressed closer, enjoying the warmth radiating off of Abi’s plush form wherever their bodies touched. “No need for begging yet, sweet girl.” They dipped their head down to kiss the exposed column of her neck, and Abi’s whimper was the sweetest music to their ears. “Save that for when I have you at my mercy,” they added, nipping gently at the sensitive skin.
They took Abi’s hand and led her to their bed. Wisps of their shadow tugged at the laces of her dress as they walked, undoing it enough that they could slip it off over her head once they reached their destination..
When she was bare to them, Senka guided Abi down onto the bed, their body spreading over hers and their mouths meeting in a heated kiss. Her tongue snaked out to meet theirs, pulling a deep groan from inside them. Lady, they loved kissing her, and not just because it reminded them of how it felt for her to take other parts of them inside her mouth.
Retreating reluctantly from the kiss, Senka didn’t waste time giving them both what they wanted. Shadowy tentacles formed from their body, snaking out to wrap around Abi’s wrists and ankles. Arms pinned above her head and legs splayed wide, Senka sat back on their heels to drink in the sight of her beneath them.
In all their many readings of the scene where the pirate tied up the heroine, indulging in her desire to be bound and claimed, Senka couldn’t have imagined how erotic it would be in real life. Abi’s lovely teardrop breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths, calling for Senka to take one into their mouth. The thatch ofwhite curls between her plush thighs, already glistening with her arousal, begged for them to press a tentacle deep inside her.
“Is this all right, darling?” Senka asked. As arousing as it was for them, they didn’t want to push Abi too far.
“It’s f-fine.”
Senka was less than convinced by her answer, and their tentacles binding her loosened. Sometimes things sounded better in theory, and they hadn’t fully discussed the parameters of this kind of play. “Are you sure?” they asked, searching her expression for any distress.
“Yes.” Her fingers wrapped around the tentacle looped around her wrist like she was trying to tighten it again. Senka chuckled at the slight downturn of her lips, and happily obliged her silent request. Her breath hitched in response and her hips rocked slightly against the air.
“You’ll tell me if you want me to stop? In the books they used a special word, but you can just tell me ‘no’... unless you want me to keep going even if you protest?” Senka wasn’t sure if Abi would want to pretend to fight against them, and was even less sure if they liked the idea of that kind of game. They’d much rather hear how much she enjoyed their touch. They craved knowing how much pleasure they brought her.
Abi wet her lips and squirmed slightly in their grasp. “I don’t need a word. I’ll tell you to stop if I don’t like something. Now, please…touch me, Senka.”
“I am touching you, sweet girl,” they replied, mouth twisting into a grin. Her needy groan sent a spike of heat through them. Oh yes. They liked the way Abi tried to press her hips up toward them, seeking their touch. Their tendrils spread out to tease across her body, sinking slightly beneath Abi’s soft skin, and they felt the rapid fluttering of her pulse, a mirror of their own excitement. Some day they’d like to submerge themself into herfully, to know every minute detail of how her body responded to them.
“Mmm, your heart is racing. Is this what you wanted?” Abi’s back bowed as she tried to meet their tendrils as they traced around her taught nipples. “Or do you need something else from me?”
“More. I need more,” Abi whimpered.
“What do you need more of, darling?” they asked, letting their wisps coalesce into solid fingers that kneaded into her breasts and hips.
Even after exploring Abi’s body many times, Senka still couldn’t get over how delicate their human lover was. They’d assumed humans' solid, comparably immutable forms meant she wouldn’t be very pliable. But oh, she was. When Senka pressed into her plush form without melding inside her, her soft flesh gave beneath them in the most enticing way.
They had to be careful with her. With a shade partner, there was no risk of harming them from too much force. Once, they’d grabbed her hips too hard in their eagerness and there were marks on her pale skin the next day. Abi didn’t mind, but they didn’t like seeing any part of her marred by their clumsy attentions. Though Senka had to admit, the depictions of how humans played with the border between pleasure and pain in some of the more sordid romances intrigued them.