Page 24 of Alien Triton's Prize

I’d looked it up on the forums. One of the extra prongs did, in fact, go where I thought it did. It was smaller and came pre-lubed, and the Earth ladies on the forum had been quite insistent that it felt great.

We didn’t have a pocket for the other prong, but that problem was easily solved because it rubbed up against our clit with every movement. That had me super curious.

A quick glance in the forum also mentioned something about going into heat. I didn’t quite understand that part, because humans didn’t do that. I figured maybe it was a language barrier thing that didn’t quite translate into English, so I was still trying to figure out what it meant.

I’d read about mates on the forums, too. It was like falling in love, but to an even greater degree. Before the war, only Thalassonians who formed these mate bonds got married. Some of the transplants from the surface were lucky that their tritons ended up forming mate bonds with them. At first, the Thalassonians had been shocked at the idea, but apparently, biological compatibility also meant there was potential for mating compatibility.

I was sick of reading about all of this and wanted to experience it for myself!

It didn’t take long for Cetius to show up in my room.

He hauled himself out of the shallow pool by the door, water sluicing off his hair quills and iridescent scales and highlighting the muscles underneath.

Ugh! Did he have to be so freaking sexy?

I held up the tub of salve and looked coquettishly over my shoulder. “I can’t reach a spot. Little help?”

“My pleasure.” He was behind me in a flash of fins and fluke.

He helped me put the last bit of the salve on my back. We both knew that was just an excuse. Even if he hadn’t been sure, he found out quickly when I started rubbing my very naked ass allover his vent. From what I gathered, this was how their females signaled that they wanted some sexual attention.

He got the message loud and clear, and a large swelling soon greeted my bare bottom.

He tucked one of the pillows under my hips and laid me face down on it as he moved down my back to my hips and ass. Cetius had marveled yesterday at how I was accessible from the front and the back, something that was not possible with their kind.

He leaned over me, his lips nibbling at the shell of my ear, his hand reaching between my legs to cup my mound.

“You should make very sure I didn’t miss any exposed skin,” I said as I arched and wiggled my ass saucily.

A salve-covered hand caressed the backs of my inner thighs, running up through my ass crack and down again, sending tingles scattering to every finger and toe. Cetius didn’t leave any skin untouched, lighting needy fires all over my body until I was begging him for more. I ached for him. I felt so empty. I needed to be filled.

“Please, Cetius.”

His mouth answered my unspoken plea, thrusting into my channel and filling it, even as his thumb played with my clit. That talented tongue, designed to delve into the female pocket to find their spot of pleasure, felt so good. Just like every time before, my body sang under his touch, rising ever higher until I was pushing back greedily against his face.

“Oh god!!”

He rolled my clit between the pads of his fingers, and I was flung off the precipice. I screamed into the mattress as pleasure flooded through me.

I was still panting when he crawled up the bed to lie next to me. This time, I didn’t let him just gather me into his arms. I reached for his cock right away, stroking the hard, swollen main shaft, my hands gliding over it, spreading the natural, velvety lubrication.

“Vera,” he groaned. “There’s no—”

“I know what you’re about to say. There’s no need, and we should wait until I’m ready.But Iamready. I don’t know how much more ready I could be.” Then to make my point, I climbed on him, straddling everything I could with my very wet pussy.

He snarled, and I found our positions switched in an instant as he flipped us. He caged me with his body, his muscles hard and unrelenting. The massive trident bobbed against my belly, but still he held back.

“I cannot, little love. You are not ready.”

Ugh! I was so frustrated.

“I am. Really, I am. Please. I need you.” I wrapped my legs around his hips, just in case he tried to run. “Please fuck me, Cetius.”

He groaned as if he was in pain. “You are not in heat.”

Now I really wished I’d made a proper profile in the forum and asked what the fuck that even meant.

“I don’t know what you mean by being in heat. But I need you.” I was so frustrated that my voice cracked with the emotion. “I’ve needed you every night. Don’t you want me?”

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