Page 15 of Alien Triton's Prize

Business done and feeling much refreshed, I returned to the main bedroom to see Cetius lounging on the couch—not quite sitting as humans did, but instead leaning back like he was reclining. He held out a pouch of water to me.

“Thanks.” I eagerly took the pouch.

It looked much the same as the one he had given me yesterday, just larger. It reminded me of an inflatable water balloon, complete with a pull-out nipple thingy and a plug, just like those inflatable pool toys. Except it had water inside instead of air, and you sucked instead of blew. The cool, clean water was glorious. I replugged the water balloon.

“Feeling better today?” Cetius looked up from reading the side of a large container.

“Ya. Life is good, and water is life.”

Cetius grinned. “We say that here too. Well, the water bit anyway.”

“I bet.”

“Here’s the salve,” Cetius said, holding up the tub. “The instructions say to rub it liberally onto all dry, exposed skin. Since it’s hard to catch all parts of the skin, they recommend staying in the water for only a few hours at a time at the beginning, so you can figure out which spots you tend to miss. We need to reapply it every few days for the first cycle of the moon. After that we only need to reapply occasionally. There’s a note here to not forget the face, armpits, and crotch.”

“Wouldn’t want to forget those,” I laughed. Great, I was going to be basted like a Christmas ham.

He opened the tub, sniffed the contents, then rubbed some between his fingers. “I think it’s the same stuff we put on our spawn when they’ve been playing in the shallows and have been in the sun too long.”

“Hey, if it works, it works.” It looked like Vaseline to me and smelled vaguely of fish. I was going to be greased up, swimming shark bait.

“Let me put it on you.”

I was about to protest because, well, “face, armpits,and crotch”, but Cetius was already scooping some out and starting on my shoulders. His hands felt so good my words turned into a soft moan. The salve was both cooling and soothing, and his hands were even better as they slid across my skin.

He didn’t turn me to get at my front, just pulled me close to his body so he could reach around to apply the salve to my chest and belly. My nipples pebbled up at his touch.

I leaned into him. I figured if I was going to be married to a hot triton with the need to take care of me and rub salve all over my body, I might as well enjoy it. Feeling a little playful, I arched my back to see if I could rub my ass against his front a little. Just because he didn’t have anything there didn’t mean I couldn’t have some fun.

I froze. Therewassomething there!

Cetius groaned and grabbed my hips, pressing a hard bulge against my backside. “Naughty little bride.”

Where had that come from?

The feel of him, coupled with the husky sound of his voice, triggered something in my body and desire flooded my belly. I pushed back against the mystery bulge again, rolling my hips.

Cetius dragged his sharp teeth down my neck, making me shiver despite the comfortable water temperature. What was he doing to me? Why was my body reacting like it was starved for attention?

Okay, maybe because it was. But still. We might technically be married, but I hardly knew the guy, beyond recognizing that he had an awesome body and a powerful tail. I had never thought of tails as sexy. Turned out they were.

I wiggled my hips again, wondering what exactly I was rubbing against. I swear he was smooth down there the last time I checked. Cetius responded with a ridiculously sexy growl, and I found myself pressed down onto the bed with him between my legs. For someone who spent most of his life under water, he sure moved quickly on land.

He reared up on his tail, a massive cock jutting out from the front of his hips that wasn’t there before. I mean, I knew now that they had one because the ladies on the forum referred to them as tridents. I’d thought it was a joke, but nope. It was actually shaped like a freaking trident!

The main shaft was thick, long, and ridged, with two shorter prongs above and below that had me gasping. They curved out from the base until all three sections were parallel, kind of like, well, a trident. The top and bottom projections were much smaller, only a few inches and narrower, but the main shaft? More like a baseball bat than a cock. And the two prongs were smooth, while the cock was ridged.

Unlike the rest of him, his trident was free of scales. There were no balls, at least none that I could see.

Definitely not a Ken doll. Nope. Not atall.

“How?” I hoped he didn’t mind me straight up asking. “There was nothing there before.”

He looked confused for a moment, then glanced down at himself.

I sure hope my question hadn’t ruined the mood, because if that magnificent cock disappeared right now, I thought I would cry. I wasn’t quite sure what I would do with it, but I was down to try anything.

“Your males always have everything exposed. It is not hydrodynamic. Our cocks stay inside our vent and only emerge when we are aroused.”

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