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He chuckles in response but shakes his head. “If we mate with another Aquana, our tails may entwine but it’s not necessary, and many are not comfortable with the sudden loss of movement. Other than our barbs, we are only joined by the sex. But as I understand that this is the way for humans as well, I’m sure that you understand that this is perfectly satisfactory copulation.”
My throat feels tight as I find myself likewise staring at the rounded bulge that rises up from his tail, forming a sort of genital pouch. I can feel his eyes on me—watching me—and I’m certain he’s still wearing that smoldering look on his face as he does so as if tempting me to ask for more. A trace of heat licks through my belly, but I ignore it.
“I will need to record data on that as well,” I point out, trying to keep my voice brisk and unaffected, and failing miserably to my ears.
“Of course,” he rasps, and I watch in fascination as the bulge rounds out further until it appears to be straining the seam along its top parts just enough to allow his cock to slide out.
And fuck, it’s glorious.
There is a shape to it not unlike marine mammals, designed for compatibility with an aquatic environment. It’s long, slick, and tapered, and while it seems to be growing thicker by the moment, it appears to have a thick natural lubrication. I regard it curiously and walk away for just a moment to grab a small beaker and fill it with some of the oceanwater. I carry this back to the examination table and, with a large dropper, allow the water to dribble in thick streams over his cock. The water flows over it without cutting through the lubrication and my eyebrows shoot up in surprise as I make a note of this as well.
The possibility of pleasurable, lubricated sex… check.
In fact, it could be very pleasurable. I consider what the thick lubrication might feel like as his cock shuttles in and out of my pussy and only just barely keep myself from panting in reaction.
“Are you required to touch this as well?” Ro purrs.
The sound shoots straight down through me, making my belly quiver with desire. I nod wordlessly. Of course I am. Even on the clipboard, there are questions about its size, shape, length, and texture.
I bite back a groan because it’s quite the big boy. Thick, long, and pink, it rises up from his groin with a flexible motion as it briefly lashes the air. And it’s girthy! While I doubt I could close my hand around the thick shaft and base, even the tip of the tapered dick is at very least the size of a couple of fingers wedged close together. About three inches from the tip, however, I see bands of tiny nub-like spines, each about six centimeters long. While the bands are no thicker than a couple of inches, they extend down most of the remaining length, only terminating close to the sheath.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I mumble, and he laughs, the husky sound making my desire curl deeper through me.
“I asked if you needed to touch this as well for your records.”
“Do you mind?” I ask as I stare at those bands and two large knot-like bumps that run down to the top of the flexible shaft.
“Not at all. Explore me,” he rasps.
I’m sure that I’m blushing as I curl my hand around his cock. Although I’m wearing a glove, I can feel the intense heat of him through it. He has a firmness to him but a flexibility along the entire length of him that allows me to shift his sex in a fluid motion without any sign of discomfort from him. The tip curls as if seeking my hand, and I give a single stroke to explore the texture of spiny nubs and bumps. Ro makes a choking sound, and from the corner of my eye I see that he’s holding firmly to the examination table, his muscles straining as I examine his length.
I peek down at my clipboard and bite back a moan. Describe viscosity and color of semen. Of course they would want to know that. As if describing his cock in detail isn’t enough. Keeping one hand firmly wrapped around his length, I set the clipboard down and make several notes as to its appearance and snap a few photos while I continue to drag my hand up and down its length. The entire time Ro’s tail twitches and trembles against the table, sending his fins slapping against its sides. His eyes are blazing when I meet them again, and I suck in a nervous breath at the desire pooling within them.
“Just hold tight and this will be over soon,” I mumble, and I’m not entirely sure which of us I’m talking to as my other hand joins in and I begin to pump his cock.
His eyes widen before his head falls back as an inhuman moan rattles from deep within him. I keep stroking, however, even as his pelvis thrusts up into my hands and he snarls and hisses his pleasure between more of his lengthy groans pouring from him. His tail thrashes, the fins flicking and slapping against the table as he claws at it, ruining the padded surface. I’m quite sure my panties are also ruined as soaked as they are, but I continue to tug his length, marveling at the texture of his highly flexible cock and how all of that would feel inside me.
The length twitches erratically and then the length suddenly strains for the ceiling for a moment before lavender semen sprays in thick streams, splattering over his belly and tail and my hands. I stare at it for a long moment and then take a shaky breath before stripping off a glove and grabbing the camera again. I give him an apologetic look.
“I’m afraid I’ll need to photograph this as well.”
He grins flirtatiously, surprising me and captivating me all at once. “Only if you print me copies.”
I nod mutely to his request and get to work—because what else am I going to do?
Ro
I tuckthe photo into the back pocket of my jeans and smile as I hurry eagerly toward the library. The photograph will be the first memento of our courtship. Although I wasn’t expecting to have it waiting for me in a discreet little envelope at the hotel’s front desk this morning, it was a pleasant surprise. So pleasant that I nearly extruded in my pants in the middle of the sidewalk. I chuckle, imagining my mate’s face if she were at my side to witness it—or perhaps seeing the wet smear on my clothing when I meet her. She would doubtlessly turn delightfully red, and if I were lucky I would catch the flavorful notes of her arousal on the air.
Lust fills me with every step. It had been that same lust which had provoked me into demanding a copy of the picture, and it burns through me anew.
I hunger for it… for Keri.
She would probably not be pleased to know how much I intentionally bait her. I don’t think she yet suspects, which just makes me wish to tease her more and draw her deeper with the lure so that our magic continues to meld together. I am teasing her with her own need, forcing her to confront her true desires. And I am content with this plan.
Humans, after all, are strange creatures. They try to ignore what they want and pretend that what boils through the blood does not exist. They are slower to act than fae in this way. All of the fae are quick to embrace the exquisite pull of love and desire. Aquana are even quicker to heed the call than most. Like most fae, I treasure these days of courtship as much as I look forward to binding our lives together and the long life we shall share. A few hundred years does not feel like enough.
My pace quickens with my eagerness to see her again, but when I enter the library, I am disturbed that Keri is not waiting for me at the front like she usually is. Instead, Lynn glances up at me from behind her desk, and I am greeted by the hiss of conversation somewhere nearby between my mate and another male. It is unpleasantly loud in my ears despite its low volume, and it makes my fins twitch and flare at the aggression in the male’s voice. I have no doubt that Lynn cannot hear it for she shows no sign as she watches me storm past the desk. I track the voices back between rows of books to the nearest corner of the building. There is a room there with glass walls facing me.
