Page 19 of Vylit: Glowing for Her
She smiled then, a predatory curve of lips that sent my pulse racing. Her hand moved to the Breather still covering the lower half of her face, fingers hovering at its edge.
"I want to kiss you," she said simply. "Without this between us."
My hearts stuttered in their rhythm. "The ship's atmosphere?—"
"Can I breathe without it now?" She tapped the device, eyes never leaving mine. "You said the bonding would help me adapt."
A message popped up on the screen. The ship had indeed adjusted, enriching the oxygen content while reducing elements toxic to human physiology. Our partial bonding had already begun altering her cellular tolerance.
"Yes," I confirmed, fighting to keep my voice steady. "The ship has compensated. You should be able to breathe normally for extended periods, though you'll still need the Breather in certain areas or during stress."
Her fingers curled around the edge of the mask. With a decisive motion, she tugged it free. The Breather pulsed once in protest, then went dormant as I reached for it, pressing the central node to transform it into its inert travel state—a small, pearlescent orb that would reactivate instantly if her oxygen levels dropped.
"Better," she murmured, taking an experimental breath of the ship's atmosphere. Her chest expanded, lungs filling without distress. Relief and triumph flashed across her features, quickly replaced by something darker, hungrier.
Without the barrier between us, I could see every nuance of her expression, every subtle shift of muscle beneath skin. My glow intensified, bathing her features in pulsing light that mapped the contours of her face like living cartography.
"Now I can do this," she whispered, and surged forward.
Her mouth crashed against mine with unexpected force, her hands fisting in the membranous tissue at the back of my neck.
I growled into her mouth, restraint shattering like crystal under pressure. My arms locked around her, pulling her impossibly closer as my tongue sought hers.
The hammock responded to our movement, rocking violently as its fibers adjusted to support our shifting weight. Beneath us, the Nest Moss that had traveled with us from the cave suddenly puffed into existence, swelling with smug satisfaction as it cushioned our bodies.
Maya's hands roamed across my chest, tracing the bioluminescent patterns with fingers that left trails of heat in their wake. My claws extended involuntarily, reaching for the moss covering that still clung to her form like a second skin. I wanted it gone… needed to see all of her, to claim every inch.
As if sensing my intent, the moss retreated, slithering away from her body until the tattered remnants of her dive suit fell open. She gasped against my mouth as cool air hit newly exposed skin, her body arching instinctively into mine.
"Please," she breathed against my mouth, the single word carrying more weight than any elaborate supplication.
I broke our kiss to look at her. Really look at her. Flushed skin, eyes dilated with desire, lips swollen from our kisses. Mine. The thought sent fresh patterns racing across my skin, possessive swirls of color that reached toward her like living tendrils.
"I will worship every part of you," I promised, voice dropping to a register that vibrated. "Until you forget everything but my name."
I shifted lower in the hammock, my massive form adjusting as the living structure accommodated my movement. Maya's breath caught as I positioned myself between her thighs, my face level with the center of her desire.
"Vylit," she breathed, uncertainty threading through desire as she realized my intent. "What are you?—"
My tongue swept across her most sensitive flesh, cutting off her question with a shocked cry that echoed through the chamber. My secondary gills flared in response, enhancing my perception of her pheromones.
I devoured her with methodical precision, mapping every spot and reaction, learning what made her gasp and what made her scream. My hands gripped her thighs, holding her open for my exploration as the hammock stabilized beneath us, providing the perfect angle for my attentions.
Her first completion caught her by surprise, her body arching violently as pleasure crashed through her. I held her steady, tongue working relentlessly as she shattered, her cries echoing through the chamber.
Before she could recover, I shifted my focus, introducing new sensations with the textured surface of my tongue against her most sensitive point. Her hands fisted in the hammock's material.
"I can't—" she gasped, thighs trembling around my head. "Too much?—"
I growled against her flesh, the vibration pushing her over the edge again. This time her scream held notes of both pleasure and surrender, her body convulsing with aftershocks as I continued my relentless devotion.
Only when she lay boneless and gasping countless completions later did I rise above her, my bioluminescence blazing with triumph and need. My reproductive appendages had emerged fully, dual shafts throbbing with urgency against her thigh. The main shaft—larger, ridged with sensitive nodules—pulsed with luminous fluid at its tip. The secondary shaft—sleeker, designed for deeper penetration—curved upward, seeking her heat.
"Now," I growled, positioning myself at her entrance. "You will feel all of me."
Her eyes widened as she felt both shafts pressing against her. "Both?" she whispered, fear and fascination mingling in her voice.
"Both," I confirmed, biolights pulsing with primal need. "The final bonding requires complete genetic exchange. Primary shaft here—" I nudged against her entrance, "—and secondary here." The smaller shaft slid lower, pressing against her other opening.
