And still, she wanted to risk it. She wanted to touch all of him.

Apparently, he was more interested in touching her. His hands slid from her collarbone all the way down to her belly. A wicked grin on his face, he drew his nails down the front of her dress. Not enough to tear her skin, or even to rip it from her shoulders. Just three lines on each side, enough for her breasts to peek out through the fabric.

But all the seduction in his gaze dropped away as he finally saw her breasts. He groaned, the sound rumbling through his rib gills and vibrating against her thighs.

“You’re as pretty as I thought you would be,” he said at the end of that groan, drawing her up through the water with his arm banded around her back. He brought her breasts right to his mouth, his hair tangling around her torso as he did so. “Taste,” he murmured against her chest, drawing his lips over the tip of her nipple. “Humans like to be tasted.”

He opened his mouth and oh, his tongue. That wasn’t a normal tongue.

Mira couldn’t stop her eyes widening as she saw that strange appendage leave his mouth. Dark blue and thicker than any tongue she’d ever seen before, it was covered in tiny bumps that she tried very hard not to think were growths until he flicked it over her nipple.

Then all she could think about was how incredible that would feel between her legs. The texture of it wasn’t rough, like she’d thought. It was smooth and warm and almost clung to her skin as he licked at her again.

Groaning, fissures of pleasure moved through her body. Her stomach clenched, and she tried to squeeze her legs closed to help with the pressure between her thighs, but she couldn’t with him between them.

“Good?” he asked.

She whimpered before nodding. It was all the permission he needed to devour.

He focused on nothing but tasting her skin. His tongue laved over her, moving from the sensitive place underneath her breasts, leaving tiny bite marks from his sharp teeth as he paid close attention to the softer skin where her heart beat against her ribs. Then he returned to her nipples, drawing them into his mouth with almost too much suction, rolling them with that tongue that was so much more than she’d expected. How hadn’t she noticed the texture when she was kissing him? Maybe she’d been drunk with passion...

Like now.

Mira felt like she might fall apart at any second and all he’d done was taste her. But his hands hadn’t moved. He held her in place, his tail coiling behind her, wrapping around itself because she realized he desperately wanted to wrap around her.

Why? She had no idea.

It didn’t matter. She couldn’t think beyond the need between her legs. Tightening her grip on his hips, she grabbed one of his hands and moved it between her legs. “Touch me.”

“I am.”

“Touch me here.” She drew his hand down her stomach, down her pelvic bone. The skirt got in the way, but she knew he had to guess what she meant. Where she wanted him to touch.

Arges moved her skirts with a low growl that made even more liquid pool between her legs. She wanted to moan again, to tell him to make that sound again and again because it vibrated his gills on his ribs and the vibration felt so fucking good.

His fingers slid over her stomach, almost like he was seeking something that he expected to be on the flat of her bone. But then his fingers moved lower, tentatively reaching between her legs until he touched her dripping folds.

Their gazes caught, and she watched his eyes roll back in his head and his gills stand out stark around his neck as he ran one finger down her slit. “So warm,” he murmured. “So smooth.”

“That shouldn’t be so sexy when you say it like that,” she murmured, arching into his touch. “More.”

“More?” He seemed almost pained when he said that, but then suddenly she was moving again. Thrust up by strong arms, through the water until her legs were wrapped around his neck.

And oh.

Oh.

The feeling of those soft, fluttering gills against her thighs was almost too much sensation. They were the barest feather-light touch that she’d always wanted but never knew how to ask for. Then he turned, just slightly, and his gills brushed along her pussy lips.

“Fuck,” she whimpered. He was... tasting her. Drawing the scent of her need into his gills, coating them with the fluid only she could create. It should be disgusting, but it only made her want him more as he turned his head back to her slit and licked his lips.

He murmured something, perhaps along the lines of being gentle, before he licked her from bottom to top. Unerringly, the bumps of his tongue slid along her clit and she couldn’t even think beyond that. It felt so good. So unusual. So right.

He would ruin her for anyone else like this. How would she ever fuck a human when she knew what it felt like to have an undine lick her?

“What else?” he murmured, drawing his lips along her folds like he was kissing her there. Soft and delicate, just like she’d asked.

What else? What did he mean by...

“Oh,” she muttered, trying to draw her mind out of the fog. “Inside.”

“Inside?” He seemed intrigued by the thought, then licked his lips.

He wasted no time in the slightest. His tongue sought out her opening and then plunged. Plunged deep inside of her and oh that ribbed texture.

She made a strange, hissing noise that she’d never made in her life before tunneling her hands into his hair. She held onto him, her thighs quaking as he ate and devoured and licked. Those bumps slid against every part of her that she’d never known existed, and then suddenly she was coming. Her muscles clenched around his head, likely too tight. He probably couldn’t even breathe, considering she was clenching her thighs around his gills, but she couldn’t stop herself.

Every part of her splintered apart, clenching down on his tongue and holding him in place while she let out a keening cry.

He seemed unaffected once she’d come down from it. Instead, he drew her down his body, sliding her pussy down his chest and onto his scales until she was back in his arms. “You are well?”

“Perfect,” she whispered. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Your females can enjoy this far more than mine can.” He licked his lips, then leaned down to tongue her shoulder. “I like it when you scream.”

Shivering, overstimulated, she thought perhaps she should make him feel the same way. “We’ve focused entirely on what I like. What about you?”

“I am easy to please.”

“Are you?” Perhaps all males were the same, then. She twisted in his arms, trying to see where he would even have a cock. But he stilled her, wrapping an arm around her waist and turning her away from him.

Her back pressed against his chest, she could feel the hardness behind her thighs, trapped by the remnants of her skirt.

He thrust against her, and though it was a strange sensation, it was somehow still familiar. “I have concerns we are too different.”

“I know you aren’t a human,” she replied with a little chuckle. “Can I touch you?”

His hands glided down to her waist, slowly bunching her skirts up. Her legs glided down in the water, brushing against his tail that slowly coiled around her. Just the bottom hooked around her feet, holding them together and stuck in place.

He didn’t reply. Instead, she felt another thrust at her back and suddenly there was something similar to a cock in between her thighs. He’d glided the head through, smoother than a human and more pointed than she’d expected. Thick, though. God, he was thick.

But then... Oh, then she felt another prod at her lower back.

She gasped, her rebreather suddenly not giving her anywhere near enough oxygen. “You have two?”

“Most creatures in the sea do,” he grunted, but she felt him still against her back. “Your kind do not?”