And unlike my tainted blood, there’s no crazy hormone inducing venom inspiring his feelings for me. Kitaico wants me right now, just as I am. He’s been so fucking kind, and he literally saved my life. These feelings I’m developing for him can’t just be the venom, can they?
As I slide to sit next to him, I grab his arm and wrap it around me. His eyes shine like I’m the entire world as he appraises me.
“Does the water feel good, Leeenuh?” God, even the way he mispronounces my name is endearing. “I hope it feels better than the shower. That was the whole point of coming—” Kitaico’s voice sticks in his throat as I grab his hard cock.
My fingers don’t touch around him as he’s too big, but I do my best to slide my palm over all of him. I twist my fingers as I stroke down his throbbing shaft.
Pausing, I wait for him to tell me to keep going, or stop, or just anything. But Kitaico is frozen as his skin shifts to a bright blue that ebbs into purple.
“Leeenuh,” his voice cracks, “are you starting your heat early?” He almost shakes with the concentration I assume being still is taking him.
“No.” I shake my head. “You need help. Let me help you—like you’ve helped me?” I try to convey with gestures.
“I…should we do such things out in the open?” Kitaico is flustered, and it only emboldens me more.
“Yes.” I keep my response short, giving his cock another stroke.
As I grip his skin, I can tell Kitaico is aquatic. His pre-cum under the water forms some kind of lubed barrier to the normal chafing an underwater hand job might cause.
“If this is what you truly want, I am yours.” His voice deepens, pupils blowing wide as he relaxes into my touch.
Kitaico traces his large hand over my thigh, dipping his fingers lower, skirting my mound. I pull it away with my free hand.
“Just you.” I point at him as I pay attention to the head of his weeping cock.
The short pubic tentacles around the base of his dick grasp desperately onto my hand.
“Oh, Leeenuh, this isn’t necessary, I promise you—”
I cut him off with a kiss, my lips pressing hard against his mouth.
“Just shut up and let it happen,” I chuckle, pulling away from him.
Kitaico’s eyes are still closed as he brings a hand to his mouth, like he’s savoring our touch.
He only opens them as I straddle him, attempting to give him the best view. It takes a while to steady my hips. Ultimately, I require Kitaico to anchor me from sliding away by pulling myself against him, his hand firmly clutching my ass.
I nestle tightly against him, aligning our bodies in a way that allows me to reach his erection. The position also lets him watch me as I work. To think I avoided looking at this beauty of a dick for so long.
Kitaico is thick with a graceful skyward arch. As my hand moves up and down, I feel the pronounced ridges running along his entire length. I think about how good he would feel inside me, like a real life “ribbed for her pleasure” scenario.
Suddenly, his dick’s tentacles touch my aroused pussy lips, sending sparks down my spine. Their gentle tugs and teasing motions on my labia set me on fire. My muscles contract with anticipation. I moan as one appendage runs itself up my slick slit.
“I’m sorry, Leeenuh,” the flushed alien grits out. “I can’t control my mating crest, not when you’re this close.”
Mating crest, so it has a name.
“It’s okay,” I purr, cupping his cheek. “You’re a good boy and you deserve a release.”
I take the hand not stroking his cock and cradle his balls, tugging them softly away from his shaft. Kitaico bites his lip, stifling a moan.
“Don’t be quiet,” I command as I bring a hand up and force his mouth open into an O. His face flashes with surprise, but when I set back to work on his manhood, he recovers quickly.
“Leeenuh, this feels so good, so much better than I’ve imagined,” he mewls as he tilts his head back, leaning it on the pool’s edge. Kitaico’s hips thrust upward, his skin rippling with different colors as he does.
I can feel his sac tightening, and I’m nearly lifted out of the water with how high he’s thrusting. He holds onto me during this wild ride, his fingers digging deep into the meat of my ass.
“Be still,” I tell him, placing a hand on his pec, conveying my instructions.
He nods shakily as I pick up my pace, the slickness of his dick making it easy. I hum to myself as I get a good rhythm down. At his head, I apply more pressure, milking his cock. Meanwhile, at the base, I grip the root of him tightly, holding the blood inside his stiff member.
His hips jerk up frantically again, his eyes rolling back. I can feel his muscles contracting, signaling his impending release. In response, leaning forward, I press my hips against his body, creating a delicious friction.
I pull him closer, wrapping my hand around the nape of his neck, and kiss him greedily. Our tongues search each other’s mouths as I slide my dripping pussy up and down his massive shaft. The ribs of his cock hit my clit with damn near every movement.
He brings a hand up to my face and as he comes, I can feel his fang bite into my lip. It hurts, but I’m too distracted by the coiling of my core. Kitaico’s cum floats up from the water between us as I keep rocking against him. When our mouths break, I’m panting and his tongue swipes the blood from my lip.
“I am sorry to have hurt you, you’re so perfect.” Kitaico sighs as his lips touch my forehead. He smooths my hair back, still peppering me with frantic kisses. “You make me feel so good.”
“Will you come for me Leeenuh? Do you want to ride my throbbing cock to bliss?”
His breath fans over my neck as he licks my pulse point. I keep grinding against him selfishly, searching for my own release.
“If you would let me, I’d drive my cock deep into your slick cunt. I’d never let you go.” He moans into my ear. “I would do anything to keep you, mate.”
He’s rambling, lost in some post orgasm haze—but his words have me going feral. I want Kitaico—and I want Kitaico to want me.
“You’re more than I could have ever dreamed of. I’m not worthy,” he groans as I shatter over him. My body jolts, and I let the waves of stars wash over me.
