Page 17 of The Sixth Spring

He was beautiful, Will realized. Not in spite of his appearance, but because of it. Will felt himself expand, open up to the realization that he could see more than this small town, if he’d only look.

“You’re not a monster,” Will whispered.

Was he saying it for the creature or for himself? He didn’t know.

It made a fluting string of sounds back at him.

Will swallowed hard and stroked the creature’s length again. More of it had pushed out from the slit. How much was there? Will wanted to look again, but couldn’t take his eyes off of the creature’s face.

Its gaze roved over his face too, like it was trying to understand him.

Will heard the soft lapping of the water around them and the slick movement of his own hand. Everything was hot and slippery and wet.

Will’s hand started moving faster, moving from touching to something with intent. He didn’t know if this was how it worked for this creature, but most species had… friction as the mechanism.

They were really just fumbling in the dark. Likely, it knew nothing about how he worked either.

That made Will feel a little better.

The creature hissed at the tighter grip, then copied him.

It was unexpected, and Will’s head fell forward as his orgasm crashed suddenly into him. He moaned and shook as he came, cock spurting in the creature’s hand.

He’d never–never–

It was sparks and burning and a precipitous rush. It was like nothing he’d ever experienced. It was everything. He let it, for a few precious moments, take him away from it all. From this place, from this life. From all his bottled-up dreams and desires.

And then it was over.

In the dazzling after, Will blinked his eyes open to find himself resting against the creature’s chest. He was panting, mind spinning at what had just happened.

“Sorry,” he said, voice creaky as he picked his head back up. He caught a glimpse of their lower halves, of the creature’s hand now spattered in his come. Oh.

Oh.

Heat prickled the back of his neck. He’d gotten off and… his eyes drifted to his hand. It was still wrapped around the creature’s cock.

Should he…?

The creature had let go of him, and Will tentatively moved his hand. It hissed, hips shoving forward.

“Okay. Okay, you want…?” Will fumbled, forcing his gaze up.

It was just in time to see the creature bring its own hand up to its mouth. The hand that had Will’s come on it. With a pale tongue, he began to lap at Will’s spill.

“You–you don’t have to–” Will said, but the words didn’t seem to matter. The creature licked up every drop, turning its hand over to get it all.

His own hand started moving faster, driven by the confusing swirl of desire still inside him. He wanted this creature to feel the same pleasure he had, if it could.

Another stroke, another.

Then the creature yanked Will forward, almost against his chest. There was a hissing growl right in his ear, and then hot liquid burst against his hand. It shot up everywhere, erupting between them.

Will kept moving his hand, kept working the creature through it. He wanted to look and couldn’t. It was too much. Heat gushed over his hand and dripped into the water. Will felt weak, and was grateful that the creature was still holding onto him.

Its head dropped, pressing against Will’s throat. The creature was breathing heavily, tickling his skin.

Will tapered off his stroking. For it he got another sound and a nuzzle at his shoulder.