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Isat up onto my knees, licking the sweet taste of Gwen from my lips, and surveyed her stretched out before me, her chest still heaving from the power of her orgasm.
I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but my cock grew even harder than it had been before, straining to stroke her in that softest, most intimate spot.
Opening her eyes, she pushed herself up onto her elbows again, her bright gaze scanning my body—and snagging on my cock.
Her eyes grew wide and round, and her lips parted in a gasp. “Wait. You told me you didn’t have tentacles anywhere.”
I frowned, glancing down at myself. “That’s not a tentacle,” I objected. “That’s my penis.”
She shoved herself all the way up to a sitting position, her gaze curious as she reached out with her tiny hand to stroke the tip of my primary cock, which curled around her finger in response, rubbing against her.
“But it’s so… flexible. And it has suckers,” she exclaimed, her hand jerking a little as one of them attached itself to her and applied gentle sucking pressure. “Whoa! There are two of them,” she added, catching sight of my secondary cock.
I tried to imagine what a human male’s penis must be like. Inflexible, no suckers for added pleasure, and only one—no secondary structure designed to stroke their females to orgasm.
What a terrible design, I decided.
Gwen snickered at my thought, and an image of a human cock flashed through my mind.
I reached down and lifted the top penile structure, only a third as long as the primary penis. “If that’s what you’re used to, then I cannot wait to show you what I can do with this.” My voice grew smoky and deep as I pictured tasting her with my cocks, and a shiver rolled through Gwen's body.
“And the suckers? What are they for?” Her own voice trembled a little as she spoke.
I flashed a grin at her. “They provide lubrication and pleasure—and when there is a magical mating bond, they are the conduit for—” I hoped my translator worked for the term, “—spermatozoa.”
Her eyes grew even wider. “Wait. You ejaculate from all of them?”
I laughed aloud. From anyone else, I might’ve found these questions annoying, impertinent, even rude. But Gwen’s obvious fascination with my body only made me want her more. “From the primary penile structure, yes. The secondary penis simply adds to both participants’ pleasure.
At my words, she shivered again, and her nipples hardened under my gaze. “Really?” But I could tell she didn’t expect an answer—the question was as much a statement of interest as a query.
“Let me show you.” I leaned forward just enough to brush my primary penis against the lush globe of her breast.
As if it had been waiting for this moment, my cock flipped up, using one of the suckers on the underside to grasp the tight pebble of her nipple and begin sucking on it.
She moaned and leaned forward, granting me more access. Through the sensory organs on my primary penis, I could taste the light sheen of sweat on her skin, the saltiness of it ricocheting through my body. As if of its own accord, my penis rolled around, coming up from the underside of her breast and lifting it, giving the secondary penis space to slip across the top of her nipple. My cocks toyed with her, tugging and sliding as she closed her eyes and reveled in the sensations.
When I pulled away to move to the other breast, Gwen whimpered at the momentary loss of touch.
As my cocks played with her breasts, I could smell the scent of her desire in the air around us, mingling with my own.
Gwen placed her hands on my hips and pushed back, my primary penis’s sucker coming loose from her nipple with a soft pop.
I remained perfectly still except for my cocks straining for her, and she leaned across the space between us to plant a soft kiss on the tip of my primary penis.
I didn’t know what to expect, so when she wrapped her mouth around it and began sliding her tongue over the tiny suckers, applying her own sucking pressure, I swelled inside her, almost ready to explode.
My primary cock swirled in her mouth, despite growing so large that there was barely room. Her tongue and my cock twirled around one another, and my eyes rolled back in my head.
“You taste good,” she said, pulling away. “Like cinnamon apples.” She ran her tongue around the outside of her lips, and both my cocks pushed toward her. “I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me,” she added, her voice a throaty whisper.
Taking both my hands in hers, she pulled me down from where I was kneeling in front of her even as she raised up onto her own knees, spinning me around and down, pressing me back onto our temporary bed made of soft sand with the thermo-fabric atop it.
As much as I wanted to take her then and there, make her mine while spinning my mating magick around her, I resisted, allowing her to lead the way.
Gwen swung one leg over me, wiggling into position until she straddled me, the head of my primary cock pressing against her soft, slick opening, my secondary cock waving for attention, aching to press against her clit.
