Page 53 of Lagoon

“I won’t care if it does,” he said.

“You’re just saying that because yours is falling out.”

“Probably. But also, I’ve never been one of those men who demands that women meet some standard before I want them. I’ve usually just been one of those men who’s stupidly grateful any woman at all is letting me put my hands on her.”

She smiled. She moved closer, pressing into him, tilting back her head, grinning up at him. “Put your hands on me, Jonathan.”

“Yeah?”

“Put your webbed hands all over me.” Her voice had gotten very breathy now.

He cupped her face with one of those webbed hands, searching her gaze. “I mean, that sounded a lot like enthusiastic consent, so…”

“Well, don’t overthink that,” she said, “because we’re all being controlled by weird amphibian pheromones right now, so I don’t guess any of us can really consent.”

“Good point, let’s not think about that,” he said, and his hand delved down into the front of her shirt to cup her breast. “Because I think that was the best argument to stop this madness anyone has made.”

She moaned, because his skin was nice. The scales were smooth but there was a little texture where they fit together, and she liked it against her skin, against her sensitive nipples. Ifshe was an amphibian, if she had offspring from this encounter, would she make milk?

Ugh, she really didn’t want to think about this.

“So,” she panted. “Ground rules are only one egg, right? Just one.”

“Just one,” he said in a tight voice.

“Promise.”

“Swear to God,” he said, and he was teasing her nipple and she liked that.

She moaned a little, pressing her body into his clever fingers. “Why do you think that still feels good?”

“I don’t know. Your breasts don’t really seem to have been altered, do they?”

“You still have nipples.” She reached up to brush her finger over one of them. It was dark, nearly black, now, but it jutted out around his smooth, slick skin.

“True, but Bub didn’t,” he said. “Mine were never, uh, sensitive before.”

“Noted,” she said, still toying with him. “You should probably examine my breasts, though, to see if they’re altered.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” he said with a furious nod. “Document the hell out of that. Just to be thorough. Take your shirt off.”

She smirked, but she did it.

“Bra, too.” His voice was husky.

She took that off, too.

“They look, you know… human,” he whispered, weighing both of them in each of his webbed hands.

She gasped, liking the look of that, of his altered body against hers, of the differences in their skin textures.

He thumbed both of her nipples, making them stand up straight.

She groaned.

He turned her around, facing the camera, and moved behind her, gathering up her breasts to present them. “Everything seems in working order,” he said in a low voice. “Two very nicely shaped, very sensitive breasts, on the largeish side, and—”

“Jonathan.” She was smiling.

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