Page 7 of Not So Stranded
“I feel that way about you.”
Zenori had admitted to not understanding what love was, and since I was only newly acquainted with the feeling, I hadn’t been pushing for any declarations. But hearing them admit to a need to watch over me, keep me safe, felt like them saying they loved me.
“I’m glad you understand.”
Zenori held out and hand, and I rushed to grasp it and let myself be pulled into their embrace. Tucked close to their chest, they dropped a kiss on my lips. “I will assist you in concocting falsehoods to bring your other mate closer to you.”
I snorted a laugh. There it went sounding bad again, but at least Zenori was on board with the plan. “Thank you, Nori.”
“You are welcome, Hi.” Zenori kissed me again, their hands wandering down my back. “May we practice breeding now?”
“Yes, you dork, we can,” I said on a laugh.
“Dork? I do not know this word.”
Grinning, I totally lied and said, “It’s a term of endearment.”
“Ah. Then less talking and more stroking, you dork.”
I howled with laughter as Zenori’s tentacles started fishing around behind mine to find my cock. In a moment, a massaging grip closed around the base of my cock, and I stopped laughing to moan instead. Zenori had taken to “practicing” very quickly and was getting really good at it, too. Pleasure with a partner hadn’t ever occurred to them because none of Zenori’s ancestors had ever found their mate. But wow, was I glad to have taught Zenori that mutual pleasure should always be a goal.
Part of me hoped Kit might hear us and come back, so I didn’t hold in any whine or moan that wanted out of me. Zenori kissed my neck, both hands holding me as I clung to their shoulders. My tentacles tangled with theirs, and I wound one around Zenori’s cock. The rough growl to their moan right there in my ear had me shivering with desire.
Someday soon, we would stop practicing, and I’d let Zenori fill me with their seed. That would fertilize my eggs, and we would become parents. I wanted that so desperately and knew they did, too, but I needed Kit with us when that finally happened. I needed to know whether Kit would also breed with me. Breeding with both of us would be a dream come true, but I wasn’t going to push Zenori for that if Kit wasn’t also their mate—and they had assured me they didn’t feel drawn to Kit like they were to me.
I was getting close and wanted Zenori with me, so I eased the very tip of my tentacle into the slit of their cock. They hollered, head thrown back, and their tentacles squeezed my cock. I came all of a sudden, hips thrusting toward them under the water that took my seed away. A moment later, and I felt my tentacle get shoved from Zenori’s cock as they came, too. We wrapped arms and tentacles around each other as we panted through the blissful release and bobbed in the gentle waves from the waterfall.
“Every time you do that,” Zenori said, “I cannot resist.”
“What? Being inside your cock?”
“Mmm, yes. I can feel myself trying to draw you in deeper.”
“I can feel the way your cock seems to suck on my tentacle.”
I smiled as a memory surfaced in my mind. Not for the first time, I could recall Serion, my cecaelia parent, experiencing the first time my human parent, Michael, inserted his cock inside Serion’s. The pleasure wasn’t there for me to feel, but Serion’s surprise and their thoughts of wonder and joy that their mate could join with them was there for me to remember. I wanted to do that with Kit.
“What are you remembering?” Zenori asked.
I lifted my head from their shoulder. “How do you know I’m remembering something?”
They cupped my cheek and smiled fondly. “Your skin warms more than usual. That means you are recalling a sexual lesson from your parents.”
I felt myself blushing more as I chuckled. But should I tell them? I stopped laughing and put my head back down.
“Is it something about humans?” Zenori asked quietly. “Do you wish Kit was here?”
The guilt was back. “I do wish Kit was here, but not as any kind of replacement for you. As an addition for both of us. A human’s cock can fit inside ours so perfectly. I would love that for you.”
Zenori’s arms tightened around me. “Perhaps some day.”
I tucked my smiling face into their neck and cuddled closer. “You are the best mate,” I mumbled against their skin.
“Yes, I am,” they said, and I was pretty sure they weren’t joking.
Hours later, I went down the creek from the waterfall and around the island to where Kit was camped. I sincerely hated maneuvering on sand to get to him—it got ineverycrevice—but that was worth the trouble to sit beside him.
Kit’s dark, curly hair was a mess, his beard was getting scruffier, and he needed a bath, but… Well, he was sweet and adorable while he slept. His lips were parted and he made little snoring noises all curled up on his blanket.
