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Chapter 4.
The White Spike watched him turn the handle. Nothing happened for a few seconds, but then she started hearing gurgling coming from above her. She growled, turning around, following the noise, hearing it rapidly move to where the human was.
She panicked, running towards him, trying to get him out of that area. The man looked at her with wide eyes, not having time to react as she ran into the stall. She was halted as a torrent of black water sprayed her in the face.
The human groaned in disgust as he moved under the showerhead, staying out of the dirty water. The White Spike was not so lucky though. She reeled away from the water, shaking her head as she coughed, some of the water having splashed in her mouth. She whimpered, putting her hands to her face as she spat out the foul liquid.
After a few seconds the water turned clear. It had been sitting in the pipes for a year, completely unused, he supposed he shouldn't have been surprised to see some of it was like this. He turned the shower head to the side, allowing him to move out of the stall without getting soaked.
He made his way over to the White Spike, setting his hand on her shoulder, getting her attention. "Come on, let's get that crap cleaned off."
He led her over to the stall, which was thankfully no longer spitting out that foul water. She hesitantly raised her head to the stream, relaxing when she found this water did not taste bad. She opened her jaws wide, letting the water fall down her jaws, rinsing her mouth out.
The human moved away from her, and she looked behind her, seeing he was taking his gear off. He took his new vest off, stooping down to open one of the pouches. In it were some glow sticks, which he pulled out, activating and setting on the ground, illuminating the area.
The two of them were bathed in a light blue light, though the White Spike lacked color vision so she did not notice. The human took his shirt off, but he paused at his pants. He didn't want to strip down to nothing in front of the creature, but he also didn't want to deal with soaked clothing.
There had been some lockers just outside, maybe there were some towels in them. He walked back out the door, the White Spike making a screech, following behind him. She watched him open the locker doors, the man grateful to find they weren't locked. After the 3rd locker he found one that had some towels in it. He grabbed all of them, bringing them back into the shower room.
He led the Spike back over to the shower, pausing to move his hand over the water. He shivered, finding it was cold. That wasn't surprising though, there was no electricity to run the water heater.
He patted her back, then he moved into a stall a few spaces away, gesturing for her to stay when he saw her looking out at him. He set the towels on the ground, bringing one in with him as he closed the door behind him, kicking off the rest of his clothing. He wrapped the towel around his waist, stepping back out to see the White Spike had turned back to her own shower.
He walked over, the stall just barely big enough for the two of them. He pushed in past her, shivering and clenching his teeth when he passed over the stream of water. "Oh, Jesus Christ, that's cold!"
He now found himself sandwiched between the wall and the White Spike standing in front of him. Her face was just an inch away from him, the man seeing her eyes trace him up and down as she stood in front of him.
He felt a bit nervous, being completely pressed in against an apex predator, but he had come to trust her. He slowly moved forward, raising his hands up to her face. He moved under the stream of water, pursing his lips as the cold water seemed to tear through him, rapidly soaking his towel, helping it stick to his waist.
She still had a bunch of dirty water on her hide, and he started rubbing his hands on her head, trying to rub the dirt off. She started letting out a low, constant growl, her version of purring. She closed her eyes, pushing her head against him, appreciating the unintentional massage he was giving her.
The water had sprayed all on her face, covering her jaws and flowing to her broad shoulders, along with part of her back.
Her hands were woefully unsuited to this kind of work, being tipped with sharp claws that would shred her skin apart if she tried to clean herself off. She was grateful he was working to clean off this stuff caked to her skin.
She was disappointed when she smelled him though. His scent was starting to get washed away, along with her scent that she had marked him with. She hoped this wouldn't be a common occurrence, she didn't want to have to keep marking him every time he took a… Whatever this was. Was this what he had called a shower?
He wished he had brought some sponges and soap, it would help a lot with this, she didn't seem to mind him dragging his hands across her skin though. He was focusing on the top of her head, trying to avoid the unarmored parts, worried the skin there was frail.
Eventually he got all the dirt off though, and all that was left on the top of her skull were the gaps in her armor. He slowly moved his fingers to one of the gaps, lightly testing it. Her head perked up a little bit, but she didn't indicate she felt any pain.
He rubbed his fingers in her skin a bit harder, finding she still didn't react, and he started cleaning the dirt off that was pressed in between her armor and skin. She shivered when he traced his fingernails against the bare skin, the man watching her entire body quake.
"Oh? What was that?"
He traced his nails across the exposed skin again, the man hearing her claws dig into the tile floor as she let out a growl. Her eyes focused on him, fluttering when he yet again dragged his nails across her skin. She let out a hiss this time, pushing herself forward.
The man stumbled, getting pressed up against the wall as she put her hands on his chest. She pressed her head up against him too, pinning him against the wall. She let out a screech at him, and he set his hands back down on her head.
"Damn, you really like that…" He started scratching her skin again, feeling her let out a breath as her claws dug into his sides.
Unknown to him, he was setting her on fire.
She'd had no idea how sensitive her exposed skin was, and his delicate nails were ruthlessly teasing her body. She felt herself trembling as he traced his fingers along the stripes on her head.
A heat was starting to come through her, one she had felt before, but was able to resist. Now the barriers were starting to come down, and she could feel her instincts start pulling at her. They had been quietly tugging at her the second she had fully grown.
Every night when she had crawled on top of him on the bed those instincts had been calling to her, but she had ignored them. His constant teasing was making them harder to ignore now, and she tilted her head to look down at him.
She looked at the towel he was wearing, letting out a light growl. Her arms traveled a bit lower, the man shivering as her claws traced down to his stomach. She felt his muscles tense when her claws dragged over him, discovering that she liked feeling him tense up.
She started breathing heavier, the man noticing after a few seconds, slowly stopping his teasing. She let out a heavy sigh when he did so, moving to rest her head against his chest. Her muscles were still tensed up, slowly relaxing as she started to gain control over herself again.
"Hey, you ok? Guess I did that a bit too much, huh?"
She let out a low hiss, lifting her head up to look at him. She studied his face, seeing a bit of concern on his face. His pheromones betrayed his true emotions though. There was a hint of concern, but she could smell the embarrassment radiating off of him, the man glancing down at her hands, which she had moved from his stomach to his hips.
She hadn't even known she was doing it, and when she looked down she noticed one of her fingers had slipped through the towel, hooking onto it. How close she had come to losing herself… She could already picture it…
Her letting out a growl, her tentacles shooting towards the man, wrapping around his hands and pinning them to the wall. His shocked expression, his scent slowly changing as she ripped the towel off of him, exposing the one part of him she hadn't managed to get a look of.
She could see herself pressing her snout against his chest, her tongue dragging across his soft skin, feeling the heat radiating from him. Her nose taking in heavy breaths of his scent, seeing how long it would take for him to realize what was going to happen.
Her pulling him to the ground, setting her hands on his shoulders as he looked up at her, watching her position herself, his breathing going heavy as he looked at her exposed entrance hanging just a few inches from his length.
Her eyes suddenly came into focus, and she realized she was still staring at the man, a hint of nervousness coating his scent now, but her body short circuited when she sensed something more in it.
She looked down his body, her eyes going out of focus when she looked at his towel, the man squirming as she could just barely see a hint of what he had available for her. She wondered what it looked like, if they would even be compatible.
She then noticed just how tense he was. There was a hint of uncertainty in his pheromones, and she watched as a hand fell on her own that was hooked on his towel. He gently pulled on it, and she heard him let out a heavy exhale when she pulled her hands away from him.
She looked up at him, seeing him nervously look away from him. His pheromones were muddied, several different scents mixed in. She could still smell a hint of arousal mixed in, but there was much more apprehension in there.
The man didn't know how to react to the situation. One second he had been rubbing his hand on her head, and the next he found her hands snaking down to his stomach, then down to his hips.
He'd stopped massaging her, and then she'd stared at him for over a minute. Her arms were shaking a bit, and she was looking at him like he was a tasty morsel ready to be eaten. She was breathing heavily, the man feeling her fingers clench down on him as she looked at him.
What had him more nervous than anything were her back legs. He could see her pressing and rubbing them together, and it had him wondering if he should have been so vigorous with his massaging.
She seemed to gain control of herself though, and he breathed a sigh of relief when she pulled away from him. He finally gained the courage to look back up at her, seeing she was still looking at him.
He looked her over, his face red as she blinked at him.
"Well… You uh… You look like you're mostly clean now… I'm just gonna…" He moved closer to her, trying to scoot past her. She let out a low, sad growl, backing up out of the stall, letting him exit.
They stared at each other for a few seconds, the Spike eventually moving closer, letting out another quiet growl as she lifted her head up, closing her eyes and rubbing the side of her face against his own.
She stayed there for a second, a low chitter coming from her, then she pulled away. He relaxed a bit, seeing she'd seemed to return to her normal state, and he turned around, making his way to the stall he had chosen.
He walked into it, locking the door behind him. He stood in front of the door for a few seconds before moving to lean against the wall, his eyes wide. What the fuck had just happened?
He looked down at himself, seeing the half erection he had. She had noticed it too, he knew she had. He hoped it would go away, but it didn't. Instead, the more he thought of her the more he found he was losing himself.
He quietly groaned, pulling the towel off. He hadn't ever thought of her in this light before. Why would he? She was an animal, and one he had raised from a baby.
She was sentient though. He knew she was, she'd done far too much for him to think otherwise. She was as smart as him, possibly smarter… And she was ten times as strong as him. He'd accidentally gotten a fucking alpha female super predator aroused.
He hadn't ever thought on that stuff, but now that he was it made sense. She was fully grown, and her hormones were likely in full swing. What's worse, he realized she'd been resisting them too, until he'd triggered her. She was sleeping with him every single night, and she'd never tried anything once with him.
How close had she come to completely ravishing him? She was already about to tear his towel right off, if he'd continued for just a little bit longer he probably would have crossed the point of no return.
Before he could even stop himself he found himself wondering if that would be a bad thing. His face blushed red when he thought that. Was it really a bad thing? They both trusted each other completely. She'd saved him from some tough situations a few times, and he enjoyed having a companion around.
He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, resting it against the wall. He wondered if he would have resisted if she had pulled his towel off, if she would have backed off, or if she would have thrown him to the ground, driving him into the tiles.
She hadn't ever once hurt him before, hadn't ever tried to harm him before. He had no reason to believe she would ever be rough with him. She would probably be assertive, but he didn't think she'd harm him.
His qualms started to fade away the more he thought on it. There was no one around to judge him, it was just him and her here. His hands slowly moved to his length, his eyes still closed. Maybe he should try massaging her head again when they got back to the apartment. He knew there would be no turning back at that point, but the more he thought on it the more appealing it was.
They both cared for each other a lot, he knew that, he supposed if it didn't happen now it would still only be a matter of time.
He let out a sigh, slowly opening his eyes.
The Spike was peering over the divider at him.
He jumped in shock, yelling as he pressed himself against the wall, breathing heavily from the jumpscare. She let out one of her huffing laughs as she watched him hyperventilate for a few seconds before he calmed down.
She had quietly snuck over, being careful to keep her claws from making noise. She had smelled his pheromones, her sensitive nose picking up on his slowly growing attraction for her. She was overjoyed to see his scent gradually change from unsure to acceptance, and she was even more excited to see that they would be compatible.
She let out a drawn out growl, moving off the divider, stepping over to the still closed door to his stall. She sat in front of it, letting out a questioning chitter at him, wondering if he was going to open it.
After a few seconds her heart jumped as she watched the door open, the man awkwardly standing in front of her. She licked her teeth as she moved forward, pressing her hands against him, moving him against the far wall.
She hissed at him, a giddy feeling in her as she had him cornered in the stall, this time both of them knowing what was happening. For weeks she had been resisting her instincts telling her to find a mate, and now as he raised his hand back up to her head she knew without a doubt she'd finally found one.
She pressed her nose against his chest, breathing in heavily, taking in his scent. Arousal flooded through her when she took in his state, her eyes glazing over as she dragged her snout up his chest, stopping at his neck.
She forced his head to tilt up, giving her more access to his neck, and she slowly moved forward, her jaws opening as she set her teeth on his neck. Her tongue lashed out at him, streaking over his throat, her eyes half lidded as she tasted him.
She wanted to be even closer to him.
She pulled away from him, staring at him for a second before she stood up, grabbing him by the shoulders with her front legs. He flailed a bit as he was lifted off the ground, grabbing onto her arms. She stood up to her full height, lifting him several feet off the ground. She then pressed her chest up against him, wrapping her arms behind his back.
Their new position had their faces almost touching, the man breathing heavily as she held him there. She let out a heavy croon, her tongue running over her front teeth as she moved her head closer to him.
His breathing froze as she tilted her head, her jaws opening wide, giving him a perfect view of her throat as her jaws wrapped around his head. He closed his eyes, feeling her tongue trace all over his face, eventually settling on his lips.
She growled when he opened his mouth, the man feeling her hands dig into his back as her tongue pushed into his mouth. Her hands started roaming all around his back as her tongue glided over his own, tasting him and running across his teeth.
He jolted when he felt something graze his member, soon coiling around it. He groaned, bucking forward, the Spike pulling away after a few more seconds. He watched her tongue retreat back behind her teeth, then she tilted her head down, pulling her chest away from him to look at his lower half.
He looked down too, seeing one of her tentacles was coiled around his length. She was releasing that sweat she produced, a thin layer of it starting to coat her body, and he shook as it started coating his length, his arms falling to her own arms as he shook from the sensations.
He gasped, throwing his head back as she completely engulfed his member with her tentacle, showing off her dexterity with it as she twisted it around him, constantly tensing and relaxing her muscles in it.
She leaned her head closer to him, thoroughly enjoying his reactions, pushing her nose under his neck. She licked at his neck for a few seconds, eventually pulling away.
He felt her attentions start to die down, and he looked down, seeing her start to withdraw her tentacle from him.
"Ugh, damn, keep doing tha…" He trailed off as he watched her other tentacle come into view, raising up to eye level with him. She looked up, glancing between him and the tentacle, his length twitching when she splayed the tentacle open.
The three petals opened as wide as they could go, giving the man a good view of the inside of her tentacle. There was a tiny hole in the center, where he knew spikes could be rapidly shot out of if she wanted to.
The insides were covered in a thick coating of slime, and as he looked at the petals he could see that they were ribbed, and she seemed to have fine control over them. She turned the tentacle towards herself, looking at it, then she looked down at his length.
His eyes widened, and he looked down, seeing the tentacle that had been massaging him was now poised directly in front of him, the petals wide open.
He squirmed a bit. "Oh god, please don't stab me with one of those spikes.."
She just nuzzled him in response, and then she slowly started moving her tentacle closer to him. She was peering at his face now, watching his reaction as her tentacle came in contact with the tip of his length.
The petals instantly closed around him, the man jumping as he sucked in a breath, the ribs of them grinding on the tip of his member. He bucked forward from the sensations, his eyes fluttering as he felt his tip get pulled into an overwhelming tightness.
He grimaced, looking down at her tentacle, seeing it was engorged where his length had entered. She didn't seem to find it uncomfortable, pushing the tentacle forward a bit more. He tried to pull back, his entire body shaking from the overwhelming sensations, but he was pressed against the wall.
"F… Fucking Hell." He let out an embarrassing sound as she took him all the way to the base, her petals flaring out as he watched his length spread her tentacle open.
He looked back up at her, his eyes out of focus, his toes curling as he tried to keep from coming right away. She had been looking at him the entire time, her heart hammering in her chest as she looked at his expressions.
It was too much for her, and the man watched as her other tentacle moved down her back, the man watching it disappear under her body. A second later he saw her tail raise, and then her entire body convulsed.
He groaned, the tentacle tightening down on his shaft. She leaned forward, letting out a drawn out growl, the man seeing her tentacle behind her, angled up a bit, slowly pushing forward. His member twitched as he watched the tentacle disappear inside her entrance, wishing he was being subjected to that instead of this.
He felt her huff against his chest, withdrawing the tentacle from her body, then roughly shoving it back in. She let out a screech, moving both of her tentacles at once now. Her tentacle sucked on his length, trying to hold onto him as she pulled it off of him. Once she got to the tip she paused, holding there for a second before slowly pushing it back down on him.
He shook with every inch it descended down on him. It wasn't completely smooth, there were bumps and ridges in it, each one dragging across his length as it descended on him.
She was rubbing her head up and down his chest now, her fingers leaving marks on his back as she screwed herself, her mind going haywire as she explored a part of her she'd known nothing about.
She had no idea it would have felt this good. Her body was so insanely sensitive, and that extended to the insides of her tentacles too. The head of his length was digging into the cramped insides of her tentacles, driving her mad with every thrust she did on him.
His pheromones were all over the tiny stall now, every breath filling her with nothing but his lusted scent. She mashed her tentacle against his hips, convulsing the muscles around him, his moan above her making her body melt.
Her body was on fire right now. She could feel the pulse of his member, his warm blood flowing into it, heating up her tentacle. Her insides also felt like they were about to set alight too. She was rapidly pumping her tentacle in and out, discovering that it felt amazing when she would tense it up inside her.
She decided to splay the petals open, her legs quivering as she did so. She struggled to keep her footing when she did that, deciding to fold the petals back in. She could do that later when she was lying down.
Her insides were growing tighter now, her pleasure was starting to overwhelm her. She tilted her tentacle up a bit when she pushed it inside her, letting out an ear piercing screech when she rubbed on something sensitive.
Her tentacles tensed up, the man groaning as her muscles constricted around his length.
"I'm not gonna… Last much… Fuck…"
Her entire mind went blank as she started thrusting her tentacle inside her as fast as she could, rubbing on that sensitive part of her with every thrust.
She breathed rapidly, the muscles in her tentacles tensed up as much as they could be. Her tentacle massaging his length became a vacuum, not a single bit of his length not coming into contact with her slick passage.
She could feel his heart beating, feel his chest expanding with every breath he took. His length felt a bit bigger too, he wouldn't last much longer.
She started letting out several hisses and screeches, her insides constricting down on her tentacle. Her thighs trembled, the White Spike rubbing them together, her screeches turning into a roar as she came.
Both of her tentacles tensed up as much as they could, the man letting out a trembling breath as she impaled her tentacle on him one last time. Her tentacle sucked on him, constricting on him, drawing his orgasm out with little effort.
He groaned, emptying his soul into her, feeling his emissions splash deep in her tentacle as she held him there. Her hands left his back, instead impaling into the metal wall, the man hearing the thin metal get torn open as she trembled in front of him.
She was drooling on his chest, her jaws wide open as she continued to let out screeches, dragging her tentacle around every inch of her insides, trying to find the most sensitive spots. She could feel his fluids splashing against the insides of her tentacle, wishing it was instead pooling in her stomach.
They both convulsed against each other, riding the waves of their orgasm together, her tentacles still spasming as her euphoria started to die down. The man seemed to be hypersensitive now, trembling and shaking with every tiny movement she made.
Her lower jaw trembled as her orgasm finally died down. She let out one last drawn out hiss, starting to collapse to the ground. Her tentacle slipped out of her insides, the man watching as she lifted the appendage up to her face, looking at the completely soaked tentacle.
She finally lost all her strength, closing her eyes as she lowered herself to the ground, the man moaning as her tentacle slipped off of his length. She sprawled out in the stall, the man sliding down next to her, looking at the tentacle that had been swallowing his length.
Some of his fluids started leaking from it, and she quickly closed the petals, sealing her tentacle, not wanting to waste any of it.
"God damn, we should have done this sooner."
She let out a purr in response, moving her head to rest on his lap. They both sat there, enjoying their afterglow, the man watching in arousal as she brought her closed tentacle up to her mouth, his member twitching as he watched it enter her mouth.
His legs shifted as he heard her tongue digging into her tentacle, purrs coming from her as she cleaned it out. She looked up at him as she did that, thoroughly enjoying the look on his face. She would for sure be doing this a lot more.
Eventually she was done, and they relaxed next to each other for awhile, the Spike rolling onto her side, exposing her belly to him as she looked up at him. He ran his hand over it, finding it was way softer than the rest of her body.
She crooned, pushing her nose into his lap even more, inhaling his scent. She could smell their scents mingling together, though the scent was not as strong as she knew it could be. She looked up at him, hearing a yawn come from him.
He sighed, raising his arms up and stretching. The Spike lifted her head up, letting out a quiet, questioning growl at him.
"Ugh, sorry girl, I've still gotta take my shower." He stood up, the Spike moving away from him, backing towards the open stall door, letting him move.
"Come on, I think you could do with getting cleaned off again." He moved to the shower handle, grabbing it, bracing himself for the cold water that would hit him. He groaned in disgust as a stream of lukewarm dirt water sprayed over him, the man forgetting that this one hadn't been used in a year either.
He moved out of the stream, but as soon as he did it turned to clear, cold water, only a little bit of old water having been in the shower pipe. He moved back under the stream, trying to wash the horrible mess off of him.
He looked to his companion, gesturing for her to come forward. Together they cleaned each other off, the man detaching the shower head and getting in all the nooks and hard to reach places of his alien friend.
She grumbled as he did so, but she allowed him to wash off the dirt and grime that had accumulated on her, along with other more recent fluids. The sweat she secreted had a habit of sticking to her, forming a semi-slick layer, and on her tentacle it had combined with the fluids of her loins, forming a congealed, sticky mess.
It had taken him several minutes to clean off that tentacle, the man having to massage basically the entire appendage to get the mess off. She was pouting almost the entire time he cleaned her off.
He had noticed this early on, she liked to rub off her sweat onto him, marking him with her own scent. Every day when he had woken up he would find her arms or part of her body draped over him, and every part of him that had been in contact with her would be covered in her sweat.
It had smelled bad at first, but he had been exposed to it for so long he had gone nose blind to it now, though he still didn't really appreciate the feeling of it, or all his clothing that got soaked in it. Part of why he had wanted to take a shower.
She didn't like her scent being washed off of him, and she especially didn't like having her scent getting washed away either, she would tolerate it for him though.
After what felt like forever he finally shut the water off, feeling chilled to the bone. He would have to find a way to get power back to the station, there was no way he could tolerate another ice cold shower. At the very least he needed to get the water hot.
His companion seemed to not care as much though, the man watching her lazily saunter out of the stall, stopping to sit on the ground as she watched him exit. He shivered, hurriedly grabbing a towel, drying himself off as fast as he could, sighing when the cold water got wicked off of him.
When he was done with that he picked up another towel, the Spike letting out a curious chitter as he approached. He moved to her side, setting the towel down on her shoulder, drying off the surrounding area, the man smiling as she pushed herself into him, actually enjoying this.
He dried off the side of her torso, also doing her shoulder and biceps, the man feeling her rock hard muscles as he moved along. He moved the towel to her face, the Spike closing her eyes as he gently ran it over her jaws, moving up to her nose.
She turned her head towards him, allowing him to reach more of her, eventually moving to her crest at the back of her head.
He spent the next several minutes drying her off, going through several towels in the process. She was rolled onto her back now, her legs spread wide on the ground as she stared up at him. He could swear if she could smile she would be, her low growl indicating she knew exactly what she was doing.
He crouched down, running the towel on her neck, slowly working his way down. There wasn't a single part of her that didn't seem to be ripped, her neck having almost no give when he pressed down on her.
He moved down to her chest, feeling her toned body through the towel. There were no protrusions on her chest, no nipples for feeding, or any breasts, it was just muscle, her heartbeat being felt through the layers.
She crooned as he ran the towel down her chest, the man finding that the undersides of her legs were sensitive when he ran the towel over them. She shivered as he dragged the blanket over her legs, eventually staring at him as she let out an irritated hiss. She pushed her arms towards him, grabbing his wrists and moving him down lower, setting the towel on her stomach.
He lightly clutched her exposed belly through the towel, The Spike leaning her head back as she let out a croon, her eyes fluttering. This was pretty much the only exposed part of her body that could be described as soft. He ran the towel over her, feeling the soft skin of her belly conform to his hands wherever he moved.
He could tell he was starting to get her riled up again, which wasn't what he wanted to do, not right now anyway. He moved along her body, tracing the towel lower on her belly, eventually moving to her thighs. Much to his surprise there was actually a bit of malleable flesh here.
The insides of her legs were softer, having a layer of fat to them, along with the skin not being as rough. Between her legs he could see her most intimate anatomy. Her tail which was usually pressed tight against her was pulled back now, revealing her glistening flesh to him.
He breathed heavily as he looked at her twitching entrance, seeing some of her excitement leaking out below, pooling on her ass just below. He ran the towel along her thighs slowly, glancing up at her, seeing her clenching her claws as she stared at him, waiting to see what he would do.
She trembled, the man jumping to her other leg, drying that one off too. She thrust her hips up to him, letting out a desperate cry as her tentacle moved over to her entrance. Seemed he was teasing her too much.
"Ok, ok, I'll give you what you want."
She watched him set the towel to the ground, her tentacle still hovering above her entrance. He slowly moved himself closer to her, maneuvering himself between her legs. He could see her chest rapidly rising and falling when he looked up at her, seeing her hands were clenched together too.
He set his hands on her thighs, seeing her tentacle finally move away, falling to rest on the ground next to her legs. He rubbed his hands down her legs, enjoying the soft feel of her thighs, her muscles tensing up just below the layer of fat.
She twitched as he ran his nails along her skin, tickling her. His heart hammered as he knew those insanely strong thighs would eventually be wrapped around his waist, the Spike pinning him to the ground as she rode him.
He traced his fingers further down, her tail flexing as his hands now rested on her hips, just above her constricting entrance. He looked up at her, seeing her front legs were digging into the tile floor, while her hands were pressed up against her chest, the Spike breathing heavily as she looked down at him.
He looked back down at her entrance, his eyes widening when he looked above it, spotting the hint of a nub buried between her skin and her opening. Did she really have…?
He moved his fingers down, the Spike letting out a chitter when he traced a finger across her entrance. Her fluids were steadily leaking out of her, making his fingers slick, letting him slide across her body with no difficulty at all.
He placed his hand on her hips for support, rolling himself onto his stomach, pulling himself closer to her. His face was now just a few inches away from her, the man glancing at her legs, seeing them close in around him, lightly pressing against him.
He moved his finger up a bit, grazing it over the nub just above her entrance. Her reaction was immediate, the Spike letting out a hiss, her hips thrusting toward him. Before he could even react her front legs reached for him. Her claws wrapped around his head, grabbing him and pulling his face against her entrance.
His nose pressed against the nub of what he now knew was her clit, the Spike throwing her head back as it dug at one of the most sensitive parts of her body. She let out a screech, the sound soon dying down to a rapid clicking as she breathed, her jaws pressing together with every breath.
He hadn't expected her to grab him, the sudden motion taking him by surprise. He'd moved his hands to her legs, trying to push away out of instinct, but after a few seconds he'd regained his composure.
He took in a breath, her scent completely filling his lungs. Unlike the smell of her sweat, this scent coming from her loins was very appealing to him. He took in a few more heavy breaths, burying his face into her nethers, his hands moving behind her legs, his hands taking a generous handful of her cheeks, feeling her muscles tense as he did so.
There was a thin layer of fat here too, coaxing him into digging his fingernails into her, her legs squeezing down on him as he did so. She still had her claws on his head, and she slowly lifted him up a bit, bringing his mouth up to her clit, which he saw was now engorged a bit more, protruding from her skin.
He closed his eyes, the clicking of her jaws echoing in his ears as he leaned his head towards her, his lips pursing against her clit. His tongue extending, the man getting a taste of her fluids as his tongue traced over her. She tasted surprisingly sweet, the man pleasantly surprised.
The Spike started massaging his head, his heart jumping when he felt her legs cross over him. She now had him firmly anchored in place, her legs pinning his lower body in place, and her thighs and claws ensuring he stayed buried right where she wanted him to be.
She felt his tongue pressing against some sensitive part of her body. She didn't know what it was, but she was losing her mind every time he grazed across it, the Spike having to constantly be mindful not to close her legs around him, lest she crush the person she loved most.
She settled for grinding her legs against him, along with running her claws through the fur on his head. It was matted to his head, still wet from the water, the Spike having to delicately use her claws to get at it. She twirled it between her fingers, loving the feeling of it.
Her eyes were closed, her head lying on the ground as she let out quiet hisses and screeches with every motion he did to her. This was all completely new to her, she had never done anything like this to herself before today, nor could she even do any of the things her human was doing to her.
She was jealous, he had no claws, no protruding teeth, nothing to get in the way. If she were to try what he was doing she would have torn herself apart. Her jaw quivered as she felt him squeeze down on the back of her legs once again. She didn't understand why he had chosen to set his hands there out of all the places available, but she didn't mind.
Every time he dug his nails into her it sent sparks flying through her body, her jaws starting to click together again as he continued to squeeze her, all the while his tongue was working wonders to her down below.
He seemed to know more about her own body than she did. He had honed in on this sensitive spot within seconds of getting a look at her, it made her eager to see what else he would discover.
All these thoughts she had of taking charge, taking hold of his wrists and thrusting herself down on him, seeing him writhe, and instead it was her who was on her back. Her eyes shot open as he pursed his lips around the protrusion he was focusing on, the Spike opening her mouth, a pleasured roar coming from her when she felt him start sucking on the protrusion, his tongue grinding against her.
Her back legs moved away from him, instead digging into the tile floor, desperately kicking against the ground as he overwhelmed her with pleasure. She bucked her hips up to him, groaning when she found that she had knocked him away from her. She looked up at him, making an apologetic croon, seeing the man quickly push himself back where he was.
She squirmed as he resumed his licking, her toes curling into the floor as her heart started beating faster. Her breathing halted as she watched him bring his hand up, feeling it settle on her inner leg, slowly drawing closer to her hips.
His hand moved ever closer to her entrance, the man still sucking on her clit, enjoying the slack jawed expression of his companion. He brought his fingers just below his chin, running them along her soaked entrance, teasing her. Behind him he could hear her clawed toes digging up the tile floor, her muscled legs squeezing him as he extended his fingers out.
He watched her tilt her head back as his fingers slowly pushed past her entrance, the slick walls offering no resistance, hugging down on him tightly as he entered her. Her jaw went completely slack, the White Spike leaning her head back to the ground, the man seeing her tongue loll out of her mouth.
He breathed heavily, his eyes fluttering as he felt her insides clamp down on him. He had worried about compatibility, considering their size difference, but now that he was finger deep inside her he knew he wouldn't have to worry about anything.
Her entire body was completely ripped with muscle, and this extended to her pelvic floor. Her loins drew down on him, pressing his fingers together as he pushed in deeper. He closed his eyes, his tongue still running over her clit as he imagined what those walls would feel like on his length.
Her loins were covered with little bumps lining the entire passage, the nubs having just enough firmness to them to lightly press against his fingers. Aside from her grip and feel, there was also the heat. She had a higher core temperature than him, a shiver going through him as he felt her warmth against his hand and fingers.
Her passage clenched down on him with every graze of his tongue, the man noting how her contractions seemed to be growing more powerful. She was squirming and tensing up more now too, and as he looked up he could see she was throwing her head around, hisses coming from her as she moved.
He pushed his fingers in deeper, rubbing along her passage, hearing a screech come from her when he curled his fingers up. He'd discovered another sensitive spot. He started focusing on that too, rubbing his fingers along the spot, the Spike shaking as he overwhelmed her.
It was too much for her to take.
She let out an ear piercing screech, her legs wrapping around him again as he felt her insides seal around his fingers. He kept going, moving a hand to her belly, feeling the muscles there spasming as she came, her hands desperately reaching to the human.
He kept up his attentions, her claws wrapped around his head, but it soon proved to be too much stimulation for her. She let out a cry, unwrapping her legs from him, rolling onto her side, the man left sitting next to her.
She curled into a ball, her entire body shivering, the man starting to get worried as he looked at her. Her eyes were clenched shut, her hands balled into fists as she tried to breathe. The man moved over to her, setting his hands on her side, looking at her, hoping she was ok.
He could feel the aftershocks coursing through her body, feel her heavy breathing as she sat there, her trembling slowly dying down. She let out a long growl, letting out one last heavy breath before she relaxed.
He watched her sit there for over a minute, her chest slowly rising and falling, her eyes eventually opening, peering up at him. He felt a tentacle brush over his back, looking over to see it drape on his shoulder. He relaxed a bit, his companion seeming to be ok.
He sat down next to her, gently rubbing her flank as she sat on the ground. His erection was raging right now, bordering on painful, but he had a feeling the White Spike was done for now, perhaps he'd been too thorough with his attentions.
After several minutes of just sitting there his erection had finally receded, much to his relief, and he slowly stood up, making his way over to the shower and turning it back on. He washed his hands and body off again, turning around to see the Spike had turned onto her back again, legs sprawled wide.
She looked up at him, making a quiet chirp at him, then letting out a croon when he unhooked the shower head, bringing it over to her. He sprayed it all over her body, the Spike lightly turning her body, the cool water soothing her body, which had warmed up way more than normal due to everything they'd been doing.
After several minutes she shakily turned onto her legs, the man turning off the shower as he watched her tremble a bit. He walked out of the stall, once again drying the two of them off, then stooping down to put his clothing on, the White Spike's eyes tracing up and down his body all the while.