mazeofrelationships | Synodiporia - Thread Continuation Post

Beneath his boxers, the smoothness oh his skin blushes darker, almost indigo in places, and his flesh is swollen, warmer to the touch, and drenched in sticky, sugary fluid, leaking from the edges of four flat fins, like broad triangular tentacles, folded one over another in a spiral between his thighs.

She stares for a moment, examining things with a clinical eye, curiously taking in what she's uncovered for a moment.

Looking up at him, her expression is serious, but also a bit turned on, and always curious. "May... I touch?"

"Yes," he says, rapidly, then, "please."

Reaching out, she gently runs her fingers across the twist of tentacles, feeling the tentacles themselves, as well as the sticky fluid that covers them. It feels strange, definitely not what she's used to, but it's enticing in its way, fascinating and new.

After a moment, she starts exploring a bit, fingers exploring, and stroking more solidly, investigating his responses.

Immediately at her touch they begin to swell more, thickening in the middle, which peels the edges apart. The underside of each find is covered in cilia, which shiver at the air as the fins pull open, revealing a dark, coiled corkscrew shape of a much longer, rounder tentacle between them, covered in the same clear, syrupy slime that was everywhere now.

At the touch, Souji gasps helplessly, hair tendrils writhing, vapor spots aspirating, eyes closing tight.

"Stop me if you're uncomfortable, Souji." Naoto's voice is soft, but intensely curious, reaching between the fins to gently ghost her fingers over the revealed tentacle.

She gasps a bit as she feels him, hand now covered in the slime, but still curious. Her fingers wind around the corkscrew-like anatomy, exploring it carefully and gently. It's tantalizing in a way, and she tries to keep herself at least somewhat calm with her investigation.

Souji makes a quick, stifled sound, and the tentacle telescopes outward, sliding through her fingers as it extends and curls around her wrist, firm and sinuous and able to move alarmingly quickly.

She squeaks, startled, eyes widening just a bit his actions, but doesn't pull back.

Taking a breath, she brings her other hand over, and strokes the tentacle curled around her wrist gently. It's... odd, but her curiosity is still winning, and she's still watching his expressions carefully.

"It did that on its own," he says, eyes wide, able to see it, at least, to feel the slow throb of his pulse. That's... certainly an erection, of a sort, except that it's moving more or less of its own volition. He can feel the muscles twist and flex, but so far, it's like feeling his heartbeat - he can't control it. And he's a little distracted by the way his whole body tingle while the screw winds around her wrist to care, really.

"It's... certainly persistent." She swallows, watching it twine around her wrist, and claim her in a strange way. It's fascinating how it seems to have a mind of its own, working almost independently of Souji, but still as a part of him.

Carefully, she keeps running her fingers over it, exploring all sides that are not twined around her, hand moving back from where it is attached, back to between his legs, gently exploring.

Whatever side she strokes it on, it always curls in that direction, seeking the pressure, and Souji whimpers and does his best to hold still at her continued strokes. Dark indigo all through, ranging from round, when it's still, to an almost almond cross-section as it flexes, it's perhaps ten inches long when straight, although it never quite gets there.

At the base of it, the flesh become softer, more pliable, pulsing softly, and the texture beneath the surface is almost ridged. It's more slick there, the sugar-liquid coming from between it and the base of his fins, pressed out and flat against him now, cilia waving gently, and by the way he moves and gasps and his tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth, he's even more sensitive there.

As methodical as she is with her explorations, and watching his reactions, her own emotions are starting to sneak in, as much as she's trying to keep her strokes almost academic. It's always been extremely attractive to her to watch him lose his cool demeanor when they are together, and this is absolutely no exception. In a way, she's surprised at how hot she finds him, lying there, trying to keep himself at least somewhat calm in the face of what is obviously turning him on.

Taking a couple shaky breaths, almost on impulse, she brings her hand to her mouth, licking some of the liquid off of her fingers, startled at its taste.

"It's... very sweet. And... sticky."

"... Let me taste?" he manages after a moment, sounding a little strangled. The moment her hand loses contact with the tentacle, it coils tight against him again, and he makes a little 'ngh' noise at the suddenness of it.

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"Of course." She reaches down and strokes her fingers across him for a moment, picking up more of the sticky-sweet substance, and then reaching up, fingers at his mouth, for him to taste himself on her.

Her other hand starts stroking again, fingers wandering around, and gently caressing him, mirroring what he liked from a few moments ago.

He licks, then flushes dark - it tastes good to him, really good, and that's enough to turn him on more, even as her hand finds him again and the tentacle wraps tight around her wrist, squeezing her as she strokes him, until his hips begin to arch a little with every motion.

She swallows, hard, shivering a bit as his tentacle wraps tighter around her, and she glances down, watching her hand move against him, and how everything moves at her touches.

After a minute, her strokes become a bit more firm, a bit more needy, and she grinds a bit against the bed somewhat without thinking. Looking up at him, eyes wide, voice a bit breathy, she finally finds words. "What do you want, Souji?" There's an unspoken 'How far do you want to take this?' hanging in the air.

The immediate answer makes him pause, and shiver, and look at her a long moment before he can say it. the way it moves, t really doesn't seem to be the kind of thing she could use her mouth on, so...

It's only been a few weeks since their first time together. It seems too much, too soon. But he sees her rock against the bed, and that gives him the freedom to ask.

"Do you want to try having it in you?"

"Yes." It comes out before she can actually think about it, and she turns bright red. "I mean, it would be the logical next step in our exploration, wouldn't it?"

She swallows, hands still exploring him, but looking at him intensely. "I... think I would really like to try it."

"The angle might be strange," he says, apologetically. "And the way it moves... but I'd like to try it, too."

"I... think I would like the movement." She's still bright red, but she nods, expression serious and determined.

"So, er, move me however you need to?"

"I think... you could be on top, or I could stand up, with you on the edge of the bed... right angles," he ecplains, apologetically. "That looks easier, doesn't it?"

"Yes. I think that would make things easier." She thinks for a moment, still stroking his tentacles, and then shrugs a bit.

"Whichever would be easier for you. At some point, we could try both. It is an experiment and exploration after all."

He shivers again before he can find an answer. "I want you on me," he decides. Trying to stand, if everything they do feels like this, won't work so well.

"Alright." She disentangles her hands from him for a moment, and pushes her boxers off. For one of the first times since they've been together, she doesn't blush or pull back when she's naked with him, simply leans down and kisses him a tiny bit before moving to straddle his hips.

She takes a deep breath and looks down at him almost needily. Between her legs, she's already extremely wet, ready for him, even without all the extra liquid he seems to be producing.

He looks up at her, swallowing, almost hypnotized, but without direct touch, he's once again coiled up again, aching between his thighs, and not quite sure how to change that.

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