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A picture hit Jax's message queue as the mid-haul shuttle reached high orbit. He brushed through his ruddy fur and tried not to glance around like a guilty man as he opened it. Miri, of course. She was at home, afloat, with not a stitch of clothing on. A merfolk's bottom half, a sleek cetacean tail in place of legs, wasn't too unusual to see without clothing. Water, motion, and anatomy kept things modest for virtually everyone.

In this case, she wasn't moving, though the rippling water broke up any details underneath. Her hand had slid down the pale underside, fingers framing what he knew was there, so his memory filled in quite nicely. Was there a hint of pink, too, where she might be spreading herself? He wouldn't be surprised.

His gaze roamed up her body. Smooth skin changed to brown fur: thick, short, with water seeming to roll off even moments after surfacing. Her shorter arms and wider muzzle were yet more hallmarks of the other side of her engineered heritage. Merfolk were the best parts of otters and dolphins—all on a foundation of human genetics, of course, as with any morph or other panhuman. One of those arms rested under her chest. Merfolk breasts were almost always small, hers being no exception. She'd arched back and pushed them up and out to make the curves unmistakable. Her rich eyes and slight smile held promises of what she'd do if it were him and not a camera.

And of course, there were the messages she'd been sending him even before they'd agreed to hook back up. Teasing, suggesting. Increasingly salacious. Little things to wake up to or spend an evening savoring; even if their schedules had lined up, real-time interstellar conversation was a luxury. Short messages fit into the regular data drops just fine.

Can't wait to see you again. To touch you.

I miss the way your fur feels against mine.

Remembering the little moments we stole when no one was looking.

He'd responded in kind, of course, though Miri had always been better at finding just the right words. Their actual intimate time together had been measured in barely more than weeks, no thanks to a hectic schedule and cramped conditions on a moderately inhospitable moon outpost. She had been the lone merfolk to repair and upgrade the water reclamation and extraction systems, and his logistics work had brought him to her. The rest was chemistry and a distraction from monotony. He'd lost count of how many times the merfolk's sultry whispers had made him hard under his swim trunks. Or her hand. The handful of times the crew had been scarce, they'd gone as far as they dared, brisk and quiet trysts in dim light; if he could go back, he'd have enjoyed their time more and maybe even knotted her.

It would have been worth risking the ribbing from the rest of the crew.

But, past was past, and any regrets withered when they'd agreed to reconnect—in multiple senses. The wait had been increasingly difficult as their exchanges brought up memories of her sleek form pressing close in the tight space of her habitat, fingers slipping into his waistband, short muzzle pressed to his ear to whisper raw carnality.

There's no one around to interrupt this time. We can take as long as we want to enjoy each other.

I've learned a few new tricks. I want to try each and every one until we're spent.

Counting down the days, the hours, until we're moaning each other's names.

Trembling at the thought of finally taking your knot inside me.

And on it went, with Jax humping a well-worn toy whenever the tension had made him restless. It wouldn't compare with her, of course. It just kept him from clawing at the walls. Once he'd boarded the inter-system transport he'd had to restrain his reminiscing and fantasizing—the cabins were hardly private, and the growing need was easier to manage if he kept it out of mind. Augmenting his canid-morph appearance to resemble a maned wolf drew enough looks. He didn't need a tent in his pants like some neo-hedonist.

The second day of travel, especially after a few messages slipped into his queue between jumps, tested the edges of his resolve.

He didn't leap out of the exit when they docked at the orbital, nor the shuttle when it touched down on the starport pad less than a mile from the emerald sea. Temptation was the theme of the day, though, the picture and its promises still fresh on his mind. At least soon he'd be able to see her, and then...

What surprised him was the sudden dry mouth and twitch of his tail as he keyed his destination into the local network and found the monorail. Was he really that nervous to meet Miri again? He'd called her lover in jest or in passion, but love, romantic love, wasn't their dynamic. Fondness, certainly physical chemistry, compatible personalities... no, not nervous, not in whole. An anxious sort of anticipation, maybe. He'd missed her. He'd missed being with her. It was a kind of love, maybe, and it was more than enough.

"Made it to the monorail," he recorded in a voice-text message after finding a seat in one of the train pods. "Should be there in about twenty minutes. See you soon." As the train slid out of the station, a thumbs-up tag signaled her reply. No pictures or text this time. His imagination didn't miss a beat, so he tried taking in the sights.

The beauty of the world was even better in person. Turina's climate and fledgling ecosystem had barely needed adjustment for panhuman comfort (and, almost paradoxically, had more stringent environment protections as a result), and the scenery occupied his attention for the short ride to the aquatic residential district. Metal and stone and waves glittered ahead as the smell of fresh brine grew more distinct. Something like birds wheeled overhead, diving into the water or rising on thermals. He wasn't sure he could live here—a bit too warm and humid—but it was undeniably gorgeous.

"I've been to half a dozen planets like this one," some idiot further up the train car droned to another bored-looking human. "You've seen one beach, you've seen them all."

He wondered if he'd have time to visit the beach, or if he and Miri would be too wrapped up in each other. They'd need a break eventually. Then again, he might not want to stop. She did have that way of squeezing around him...

For the next few minutes, he focused very intently on the scenery passing by.

Just in time to get a hold of himself, the train glided to a halt at the city's station. Large town, really, by urbane standards. A market square sprawled outside, with canals among and under the streets. Several went under the station, probably to a subway equivalent for the merfolk residents. Humans, anthromorphs, and a handful of aliens walked while boats and merfolk plied the waters; the dozen or so settlements on the continent were all experiments in amphibious architecture. Before he could start looking lost, he headed towards a transportation terminal by the waterside.

"Hi, stranger!"

The familiar voice came from lower than he'd expected until he remembered the canals. Miri had propped herself up on the other side of the railing, her grin bright amid her fur. She had a top on, this time, but his heart still beat faster at the sight of her.

And, he realized, he'd missed her voice.

"Good afternoon," Jax said, squatting down with his travel bag. "It's nice to see you again." He paused at her smirk, and chuckled. "Alright, I've been aching to see you since we agreed to this, and can't wait to get you alone."

"Mm, I'd take you right here and now if this was a red-light district. But, unless you need to stop somewhere, I can give you the grand tour of the most direct route between here and my place?"

He licked his lips. "By all means, lead the way. How far of a walk?"

"Walking isn't direct. It'll be quicker if I take you by canal." She giggled at his frown, and made as if to splash him. "The gondolas. I already reserved one for you."

He'd glimpsed the narrow boats drifting along the canals, and he got a closer look at the one floating by the water access. "Ah. Thanks, Miri." He tossed his bag in before climbing inside, smiling as she helped stabilize it on the other end. A small display already had navigation set, and a quiet electric motor pushed the boat into the placid traffic of the main channel.

Miri kept pace alongside without getting too close. "If I try to hitch a ride it'll actually slow down. Safety feature. It's not so far that I need to hop in or rent a seaglider," she explained. If he turned his head he could watch the ripples form behind her each time her tail lifted underwater, keeping her moving and her head up enough to talk. He found himself looking at the silhouette of her curves, instead, wishing the water was a bit clearer.

"It's fine," he said, leaning just far enough to better talk to her. And ogle. He knew enough about boats to not capsize the thing, at least. "I figure we'll be face-to-face in a few minutes anyway."

She cast a sultry look his way. "May not be much room for talking."

"Mm, with proper conversation, no." He let the moment sit as another gondola passed by. "But, I seem to remember you saying something about moaning each other's names. That counts, right?"

"True," she purred, edging a little closer as they passed under a bridge. "The words 'yes,' 'harder,' and 'don't stop' come to mind, too."

Jax smoothly shifted his arm and leg to conceal potentially tenting fabric from casual view. Miri flashed him a grin, then looked past him before he could find a reply.

"We should make some time to visit the markets, when we're not otherwise occupied," she said, raising a hand long enough to point. He tore his gaze away from her to check it out. Humans, anthromorphs, and a few aliens walked on the lower roadways, or rode scooters and minicarts on the elevated thoroughfare. Stalls and shops lined the streets in some parts, offices and apartments in others. Colorful awnings and signs brightened the clean but basic architecture of an established colony: simple, but built to last and sparing more thought to form than a cluster of boxy, multipurpose pre-fabs. In a generation, arts and developments would give the place its own culture.

The water was just as interesting, and showcased the amphibious design of the town. Merfolk swam in narrower canals, sleek and graceful, with varying shades of brown fur and gray skin—some were dyed or modded along with clothing, which added splashes of color to the mix. Occasionally one or more would pivot out of traffic and surface at a shop window, or duck through a water-level entrance. Jax had seen it all before, but it was still fun to watch them move through the water with natural grace and agility.

Beautiful and intriguing as it all was, he had no trouble turning back to look at Miri. "Looks like fun. Good shopping?"

"Yup! Food, crafts, nightlife. Day life. It's a fun place to spend a day." Her eyes smoldered as she looked him over. "After you've spent the night in me, of course."

"Of course," he murmured, skin flushing under his fur. He knew, without a doubt, that she'd have slipped her hand in his pants if they'd been in private. The gondola rounded a corner, then slowed, pulling his attention before he could slip out of his sheath. "Oh, is this it?"

"Told you it was quick!" She drifted in the larger canal, as the side passage was barely wide enough for two boats. "Unit 354, I'll let you in. The gondola will leave once you're out." With one last grin, she rolled in the water, flashing him for a too-brief moment, and slipped out of view to what he assumed was her way in. The 'front door' would be water access only. There were hatches for maintenance or emergency, but the main feature to his eyes were the normal-looking doors on what looked like raised walkways.

The display sounded a tone, and the gondola pulled up to an access dock. He shouldered his bag before the boat tried to remind him and went up to a walking platform barely wide enough for two people to pass each other. The door with Miri's house number was one building section down, and it slid open at his approach. He cast one last look to the water as the narrow boat trundled by, and then stepped inside.

He realized he hadn't looked up the housing specs, having taken Miri at her word that he'd have room to stay. There was indeed sort of an indoor patio with two foldout chairs hooked into the walls. One doorway seemed to lead to storage, and the other was a small guest room. Mercifully, the bed looked long enough for his lanky frame, but aside from setting down his bag he didn't explore further.

The main room, easily three times as large as his entire quarters on the station, had at most two meters of space above varying depths of water. The ceiling sloped down from where he stood, adding to the feeling of imminent descent—thankfully, not claustrophobia-inducing. The air was fresh and smelled of clean, well-circulated saltwater. His large ears twitched towards windows automatically opening as the house logged the return of its owner, and then Miri popped her head out of the water across the room.

"So, welcome, welcome! Need anything to settle in? Water, food?"

"Maybe in a bit," he said, smiling down at her before glancing around. There were appliances of varying waterproof design in what seemed to be a kitchen space, control panels on the walls, and... and he realized, as she drew closer and upwards, she had taken off her top, leaving her entirely nude. How the room was designed could wait.

"So," he said, licking his lips, "How's the water?"

"Wet," she murmured, in a tone that suggested it wasn't the only thing. She swam up and rested her folded arms on the edge. "Don't worry, I'll help keep you warm. You might want to lose the clothes, though."

He was already lifting the hem of his shirt. "True. Plus I hear it helps if you keep moving."

"Mm." She was already drinking in the sight of him just as he had been, and her gaze sharpened as he dropped his pants and briefs in one motion. He was still peeking out of his sheath. She purred, and whether from the attention or the anticipation, he felt the subtle surge of pressure that came before he'd start sliding out and stiffening. The floor was cool on his bare foot pads as he came to the edge.

"Do I need to brush first, or be careful of anything?"

"Nah, the place is pretty good about running cleaning cycles." She gestured to the nearby stairs. "Come in and over, this is a pretty good spot."

The water went to his ribs; it was cool but not chilly. He waded closer, mindful of the rounded drop-off to the nearby 'hallway.' She circled him as he waded to something like a half-submerged lounge. Foldable chairs, tables, and modular furniture could come down or up, he saw, though her reappearance at his front stole his attention.

"I've been waiting for this," she whispered, and hugged him. His arms went around her both in embrace and support, heart thrumming, and he murmured his agreement. Then, of course, she pressed herself close and dropped one hand to his butt. "And this, too. But I figured I'd start with being friendly."

He chuckled and helped hold her, savoring the feel of her fur, her curves, and her smooth skin against his lower half. "I won't complain about either. The feeling is mutual." She was warm, too. The steady sweep of her tail doubled as a slow, undulating rub against his front. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were grinding against me on purpose."

"You know how I love fixing two problems at once," she said, voice husky. "Though, I think we might be more comfortable in that corner. I set up a recliner for... experimentation."

The 'recliner' turned out to be a cushioned slope, and they released each other to move—though she gave his rump one more squeeze. The sudden lack of body heat on the half of his cock that had slipped out almost forced it back down. Still, he made it to the corner and went to ask her which of them was going to lean on it.

She was underwater.

The moment he turned, her hands planted on his hips and pushed him against the slope. The water took any bite out of the force, at least. She eyed his shaft, and then to his shock, leaned in to lick it . He groaned, fighting the urge to caress her head as her hot tongue danced over his pointed tip. Blood rushed lower as he found solid footing, her hands guiding him out of his sheath. Then her lips were on him, and his mind whirled, the temperature of the water no longer any concern. How far would she go? His breath came in pants as he tried to adjust to the sudden sensations, tried to hold his hips back from bucking forward, tried...

Miri resurfaced so close her front rubbed his shaft as it reached full mast, a sly smirk on her face. "I thought about going slow, but, well, I've waited long enough."

"Stars, Miri, that was..." He huffed, forcing his ears back up. Her skin was so very smooth against his length. "I thought you hated giving oral?"

"Oh, I do," she said, making a face. "But it was worth it to get you hard."

He roamed over her fur with a hand, teasing near her breasts. "I'll say. I hope I get to return the favor."

"You will. Right now, though?" One arm wrapped around his shoulders, and he moved to help her rise up before realizing why. Her other hand gripped his length. "Like I said, I've waited. So fuck it. I want you inside me."

"Yes," he breathed, following her lead and groaning as his tip caught her entrance. She made sure she wasn't out of position and then sank down, wrapping his cock in her hot, wet grip. Literal grip, as like her dolphin 'ancestors,' she had far more control over her inner muscles. She knew how to use them, too; for now, she was lightly gripping and tugging. His fingers dug into her fur when she didn't stop moving, taking him down to the sheath in one languid stroke. "Oh, fuck."

"Mmmm, don't mind if I do," she murmured. "God, you feel even hotter than I remember. Mers are fun, but you've got girth..."

Jax gulped down air, trying to busy himself supporting her weight as half of her was out of the water now. Both of her arms were around him, and her tail kept up its subtle strokes that only added to the sensations that threatened his control. He wasn't about to complain even if they'd gotten carnal faster than he'd expected, not when they could finally enjoy themselves.

Thoughts stopped as her walls squeezed him, a gentle pressure rippling along his whole length that had him squirm and gasp.

"I love it when you do that," she said in his ear, giggling. "Poor man, you're pent up, aren't you? I can feel you throbbing."

He nodded and tried to relax. "Not gonna last if you keep doing that."

Her silence stretched, and his heart would have sank if it hadn't started beating harder. "So... we never got the chance, but you can go more than once, right?"

"Yes," he breathed, unable to dread where this was going. Not when she had him all but pinned to a wall.

Her teeth grazed the edge of his ear. "I bet the trip kept you from rubbing one out when I sent you those pictures. After this," she murmured, "we can take our sweet time." Her breath was as hot as the rest of her, the heat sinking into his fur. "Right now, though?" Another hot squeeze, and he hoped she was just teasing. Instead, she kept clenching around him, up and down, rolling like a wave, setting his nerves alight. "Right now, I want you to let off some of that tension. You know you want to."

He tried to say but I'll cum if you keep doing that , tried to say anything, but any attempt at speech was lost in a low groan.

Besides, he had a slight suspicion that that was her intention.

"That's it," and she arched her back as she hissed in his ear, "don't hold back, let go, let the pleasure take you." His knot slipped free of his sheath, though the angle wasn't quite right to go deeper... not that he could try to fix it even as he started thrusting, the water restraining him enough to let her keep control. "Good boy, give it to me. I've waited too long to have you." She trembled, inside and out. "Feel that? Just having you is enough for me right now. Don't stop."

Jax groaned, feeling his balls tightening and knot swelling. Too soon, too fast, but the building tension and electric thrill were stronger than even his best session with a toy. Every word, every clench, sent him careening closer to the edge. All hope of control or restraint was gone. All he wanted was to bury himself in her. His knot rubbed her thick lips but wouldn't go in, his wordless, desperate groan heeded only as she slipped a hand between them and gripped him tight, sending fire through his core. His knees briefly buckled, and only the buoyancy and sloped cushion saved him from going under.

"Save the knot for now," she purred, "but give me everything else." Her inner walls, already tight around him, clenched and tugged. He moaned again, ears going flat. "There you go, that's it. Let it out. Cum for me." Her muzzle pressed to his ear. "Don't hold back. Fuck me, Jax. Fill me ."

He arched as the hot core of tension flared in him, throbbing and forcing his hips forward. Whether learned or atavistic, the urge to thrust his knot in and tie her was strong, but it was too late, her grip too strong. It soon didn't matter as thought gave way to a flood of pleasure, as he moaned a wordless cry and put load after load of his hot, thick seed into her. She was making some sort of sound, maybe words, maybe moans, but his control was long gone. It wasn't until his muscles started drifting from spasming paralysis to shivery relaxation that he could make out the occasional word in her murmurs of encouragement and praise, and longer still before he found his own tongue in the comfortable silence that followed.

"Damn, Miri," he breathed. "Even better than I remember." He couldn't help but chuckle. Afterglow left him giddy. "Sorry. I haven't cum that quick since I was a teenager."

She purred. "I thought about taking it slow... but you seemed so pent up. So eager. Can you blame a girl for being flattered?"

He raised a brow. "So, being premature is flattery?"

"Mm. Maybe just fun."

"I'll take it. Thank you, by the way," he added, touching his lips to her cheek for a moment.

"Anytime. Or at least, multiple times over the next few days." She was grinning as she leaned back enough to put them face to face again. "No falling asleep on me, now."

He snorted. "I'm not that old yet. I just need a couple minutes." Without a tie, he softened enough to slip out of her. Thankfully she leaned closer to share her warmth. The slow undulation of her tail would probably have him hard again in record time. If not, there were the memories of what happened every time they got so close. "So. What can I do for you to return the favor? Or to you. I recall a few things you enjoyed."

"Good question. Heh, remember that time you fingered me during a staff meeting?"

"Oh wow." His tail wasn't sure whether to tuck between his legs or start wagging. "I don't know how we got away with that. Or where I got the nerve to try it."

"I'm sure I teased you into it."

He gave her a flat look, though his smirk definitely ruined the effect. "More like teased me until I decided to get revenge. Little did I know you could stay quiet and keep a straight face when I'm knuckle deep."

"Willpower and poise, my friend." She bit her lip, though, and managed to look almost bashful. Almost. "I will admit, you nearly had me more than a couple times. On top of doing a good job, it was that you got so damn bold."

"Far cry from the guy whose ears went flat the first time you propositioned me."

"I'm a bad influence," she said, and ran a hand over his chest. "You were game for it, though."

Jax hummed and shifted his weight, such as it was when he was halfway to floating. "I couldn't believe what I'd heard, and then I couldn't believe my luck. Who am I to turn down such an attractive woman?"

"You're cute." She touched her nose to his; she wasn't much for kissing, though at least she didn't have distaste for it like she did oral. "I'm glad you're here. And not just because you're going to put at least a few more loads in me like you're trying to knock me up."

Younger him ended up putty in her grip after a few lines like that. Present day him probably would, too, so he figured he'd give as much as he could before he surrendered to her wiles. He kept one hand low for support and cupped one of her breasts with the other. She huffed and kissed his cheek, rolling her hips against his. He could feel the waking tension and need in his loins, soon to have him hard and wanting release again. He hadn't even really softened, let alone slipped back in his sheath.

"You never did answer my question," he murmured by her short ear. He didn't need to look to know her belly would be tinged pink with arousal. He couldn't work his hand between them, close as they were, so he settled for slow rolls of his hips. Whether by lucky accident or some level of planning, his slowly stiffening shaft slid between the thick lips that usually kept her sex hidden. The angle was all wrong to slip inside again, instead rubbing along the valley of her nethers, teasing him with the recent memory of that heat, that velvety grip...

She giggled at his tell-tale shiver. "Seems like you're wanting more." Of course, the undulation of her tail more than helped tease, even though it was just to keep her afloat.

Knowing her, she'd practiced a way to do both.

"Yes," he said, giving a teasing nip and smirking as she wiggled in his arms, "but, I don't want to be selfish. And I need another minute or so. Unless you'd rather me just turn you around and ravish you against this recliner as soon as I can stick it in?"

Her purr went deep. "Why, you'd despoil my innocence?"

"I... am honestly not sure how to reply to that," he said, feeling more than hearing her renewed giggles. "I mean, if you want to roleplay that, I guess?"

She shook her head and slipped a hand down to his rump. "Nah... actually, I might have an idea or two for roles if you're not opposed. But you get points for not calling me a liar. Even though you'd have been right."

"I make good decisions, sometimes, it's true. Right now, I'm deciding on depravity."

"Ooh?"

Rather than explain, he just took hold of her and turned, water churning around them and sending tendrils of relative chill through his fur. She grinned as he pushed her against the recliner. She tried to pull him against her, an arm circling his shoulders. He stayed just to the side and got a hand down her front. Normally, he'd explore and tease to enjoy the foreplay. This time, with one climax already and the urge for a second round building, he wanted to give back as much of what he'd gotten before the wily seductress had him in her grip again.

Not that he'd complain.

He slipped two fingers inside her and started curling them upwards. She liked pressure, at first, so he nearly twisted his arm to knead his palm against the top of her sex—if he did a good enough job, the discomfort would be worth it. His other arm helped support her, the better for her to focus on the pleasure. Memory served him well as her muzzle opened in a breathy gasp.

"Ah, there's a spot you liked me playing with," he murmured, pushing past the awkwardness he always felt when trying to talk dirty. She had more practice. Or, he wasn't as good a multitasker. At least he wasn't tripping over his words. "Tell me if I find more."

"Oh, you'll know," she purred. A fluke on her tail brushed against his shins as she balanced between him and the recliner. Her free hand trailed down his side, pausing at his waist. "No crewmates around to keep me from getting vocal this time."

He hummed his agreement and listened to her breath hitch, to the sounds caught in her throat. A moan followed, uninhibited and earnest, driving him to redouble his fingering. His tip bumped her belly; his need outpaced his ability, but, he was starting to get hard again.

Her fingers brushed him, unable to find a grip and settling on teasing. "Feels like you're almost ready for round two."

"This is round two," he said, rubbing his palm on her mound until she squirmed. "My pleasure will wait. Right now I just want to feel you." The cool water didn't help his arousal in the slightest, but every time her heated inner walls quivered, the urge to bury himself in her kindled stronger. His fingers slipped deeper in her passage, the only resistance being the muscles keeping the water from washing away her slickness. God, he needed more. His heart thudded in his chest as she arched against him, quivering, panting.

Those muscles renewed their rhythmic squeezing around his fingers as she came down from her peak. Before he could try those moves again, her hand guided him out. She pushed herself closer, fingers finding his length before he could protest. Not that he would. He was hard again, needy and eager.

"Mm, hold me against... perfect," she murmured in his ear. Her other hand found a button on the nearby console. A stroke down to his sheath kept him from asking why.

The slope under them started moving, and he braced himself on one of the handles. The surface under them curved, like one of those retro-futurist crescent-shaped couches. She was still pressed close, so very close. As the slope started raising them toward the surface, the undulations of her tail redoubled, and before she could slip her hand left his cock and went to the handle just below his own grip. The motion stopped, and he looked up to see her other hand had slipped off the panel.

"Not as smooth as I'd hoped," she said. "Safety measure, can't take my finger off the button."

"Then let me help," he replied, moving his hands to steady her. She hit the button again. "Or we could swap places. How far up does this go?"

"It could go nearly level with the floor," she said, "but we're not going that far if you want me on top."

"No?" His length rubbed on her smooth skin as the water grew shallower.

"Not unless—ooh—unless you want all of me on you."

He repeated the slow roll of his hips, positive he'd found her slit again. "I don't see the problem. Unless you'd be uncomfortable?"

She drew back enough to look at him, eyes focusing, the lift stopping as she braced herself. "You wouldn't be? I'm pretty graceless out of water. I figured you'd want something a little more traditional."

"I wouldn't mind. I just want you," he said. Eyeing down her body gave him more than a few ideas. "Might even be its own kind of fun. Hmm. I'm fifty-fifty on whether I want to have you pin me down and milk me for all I'm worth, or if I should be on top and pound you before you milk me for all I'm worth."

She giggled. "I'm sensing a common theme, there."

"Am I wrong?"

"Nope."

"Didn't think so." He pushed his hips forward just enough to tease. Hard as a rock again, already . His cock lay along her slit, doubtlessly giving her some pleasure too. "You've got quite the knack for turning me into a quivering mess. Not that I'm complaining in the slightest."

The shiver that ran through her came too late to have been from his movement. "I have a few things I like," she murmured, looking almost bashful. "But... I really love that feeling, having someone in my grip, having... control, I guess?"

"But not like, 'do as I command, servant,' type of thing?"

"Nope." Her head tilted, and she bit her lip. "Hell, I just like pleasure. I don't know if I'm built to be stimulated when I'm getting you off, or if it's a kink."

"Chicken or the egg type of problem?"

"Egg came first."

"Can't blame it, it was excited."

She snorted. "That was bad, and you should feel bad."

He gave a lower, longer stroke against her, his tip almost catching her entrance. "Mm. Nah. I'd rather feel you."

"I think I can arrange that," she whispered, and arched her back until he definitely was sliding against her entrance.

Her gaze left his only long enough to find the button again. As gravity overcame buoyancy, he found himself spreading his legs, straddling her thick tail almost as if he was the one being taken. Water flowed off his back, then her body; the platform stopped just short of raising them entirely out of the water. The air was cool against his wet fur, but underneath him she was so very warm. He reached down to caress her belly and tease around her folds. It wouldn't be long before she'd snare him. She was already teasing him back. Any moment she'd start with that sultry voice again...

"So, tell me how much you've been wanting this."

And there it was.

"If you hadn't suggested meeting, I would have," he whispered, tail quivering against his leg as she purred. "I can't count how many times I got off to your—ah!—messages, and pictures..."

"I wished I could see you, remembered how you'd shiver and stiffen and start dripping before you'd even gotten in the water," she said, and arched, and he was inside her again. He was on top, in control... or so he thought. Those muscles starting to ripple around him, little squeezes that had him wanting more. Needing more. "Imagined us having a whole afternoon to ourselves, a whole day to explore and enjoy this."

He had to move his hips, and even though she moved with him, that rhythmic tensing was what governed his pace. "No toy or memory could compare to, to..." He sucked in a breath as she started grinding against him. "Ahh, you feel amazing."

"So do you."

In a moment that nearly stopped his heart, she leaned up and touched her lips to his.

He almost froze too long. Almost. He pressed back, gently, and then her lips parted, her tongue found his. Unlike the rest of her, the kiss was halting, uncoordinated. He kept his motions gentle and guided her, just as she could guide the far more carnal entwinement. Her hand, still wet, cupped the back of his head. Her breath hitched, mingled with his own gasp as she quivered around him.

She broke away first. "Sorry," she murmured, short ears going flat. "Not used to that."

He reached up to stroke her cheek. "You didn't have to."

"I wanted to." Her other hand moved to the small of his back. "I liked it. Just... felt like I was doing it wrong."

"You were fine."

She raised a brow.

"No, really. Nobody's good at first, it takes practice. Like... well, not to get lewd, but how you respond to my cues when you move or squeeze me in a way I like. It's sort of like that."

"Oh, no, not lewd," she said, and he nearly clawed at the cushion beneath them as she arched into him and... he didn't even know how to describe the wave of rippling tightness that tugged at his shaft. He didn't know if he could pull out even if he wanted to try. Her muzzle found his ear again. "Wouldn't want to get lewd."

"Nngh! Fucking hell, Miri," he gasped. His shaft throbbed as the rush of pleasure threatened to draw him into that same overstimulated rush to the finish that she'd put him through the first time.

She giggled. "Only you, silly man, would apologize for saying something lewd when your cock is inside me. After already finishing in me once!"

He paused, shrugged, and caressed one of her breasts. "Yeah, you got me there."

"Lucky for you," she said, raising her muzzle to his, "there's a few things I want to try a second time."

The next kiss was, in fact, better than the first. She tilted her head and chased his tongue with hers, and the moment the thicker muscle met his flatter one, she started moving again. Slow and simple, at first. Then, as the rhythm became familiar, he made a swirl of his tongue around hers and she squeezed around his shaft in nearly the same way. He pressed into the kiss... and she tightened. His heart thudded. He pushed forward again and felt her grip him, again. Her breath mingled with his as he moaned and she giggled again. Another push... and she pulled back, not enough to break the kiss, but definitely dodging his advance. He grew still, waiting to see if he'd gone too far or... no, she pushed now, and the heat of her tongue matched the hot squeeze around him.

Just like that, she was in control. He matched her as best he could, shivering from the newfound skill she added to her already exquisite command of her body. And his, as she slipped a hand down to squeeze his ass and pull him into her. And again... and the third time, just as she'd done, he tensed up and resisted the pull. He growled into the kiss, squeezed her breast again. She whined into his mouth, arched, and he pushed...

The water rippled around them as they found their pace, the pleasure demanding he thrust into her, and her inner walls eagerly caressing and pulling while her sleek form pressed close. She took back control easily, and he had to struggle to find the upper hand again. He did, twisting and grinding his hips against hers, leaving her groaning almost loudly enough to break the kiss. Without the resistance of the water he could pound her as hard as they'd like. Not that he needed to, not when...

"Remember, hnh, when we, when you got me off without moving," he said once they came up for air, her eyes half-glazed and her chest rising and falling with her deep, more rapid breaths. "Held me against the wall and squeezed me."

"Yes," she murmured, grinning, "after you doubted I could, that I could do it."

He smirked. "I admit, I'd heard merfolk could. I knew, I knew you'd want to, that you'd show me you could, if I doubted it."

She snorted and lightly slapped his ass. "You sly boy... want me to do it again? Prove I still can?"

He ground his hips against hers again, and her eyes widened as she felt the bulge slipping from his sheath. "More that, if you want the knot, you'll have to. I'll need to fit it in before it gets too big, and... oh fuck!"

She'd squeezed his whole length again, and with a growl she caught his lower lip between her teeth. Both her hands went to his rump and tugged him closer. "I want it. We never did, and I want it."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, grinning as she sighed and rolled her eyes. "Okay, sorry... and, damn, I can't imagine how that's going to feel."

Miri simply grinned. "In a moment, you won't have to imagine. I'm going to relax, and you..." Her fingers dug into his furred glutes. "You're going to tie me."

Cliché as it was, there were no better words for a canid's ears.

He growled and pushed, only barely stopping himself from trying to force past her resistance. It'd probably work, but it wouldn't be as pleasant for her. So, he worked his hips as she arched. He tried to keep his breathing steady amid the surge of pleasure from the pressure on his bulge, and an eager hiss rushed between her teeth as the tight rings of muscle around her entrance quivered and then went just slack enough—

If the pop of his knot slipping in wasn't actually audible, it felt like it should be. Heat surrounded his length as her walls gripped him once again. The tension grew in his core and throbbed with his heartbeat. He swelled, and muscles spasmed around him, as if unsure whether to keep squeezing or to try and expel the intrusion. From the way she was moaning, she was definitely trying to keep him inside.

All he could do was grind against her and wrap his legs around her tail; the position felt oddly reversed from normal, like she was the one spreading him instead of the other way around. But, to finally be sheath-deep in her, to have her get used to his knot enough to start that rippling, clenching grip that would milk the climax out of him...

The pressure grew and spread in his legs, his chest, and then little whines escaped his muzzle as he couldn't stop his hips from moving. She moved with him, a sensual undulation, her mouth to his ear with purred encouragement, coaxing him to his now-inevitable finish.

"I want all of you again, Jax." Her voice was a siren call, irresistible. "That's it, good boy, fill me up ..."

He'd tied a wolf anthromorph ex before, and it had felt amazing, like true completion. He'd had mind-blowing orgasms, more than a few at Miri's hand. This... this was something else entirely. His entire body went stiff as that tension exploded, and white-hot felt too little to describe the sheer crash of blinding, aching ecstasy. She clenched; he could feel every squeeze and ripple, might have been able to tell the deliberate flexes from the involuntary shudders, except there was no room for thought anymore. Nothing but shaking and arching and trying in vain to bury himself even deeper in her. If she was still talking, the blood rushing in his ears drowned out words. He could feel the pulsing in his loins grow thick as he started pushing his seed into her, spurt after spurt, and he knew that the atavistic biology carried over from the animal part of his heritage would hold true. Unlike his four-legged non-ancestors, he didn't need to tie to climax; but, very much like them, once that knot was in...

The world went blank. All that existed was Miri. Her grip was on him, around him, coaxing him in every way to take her mount her breed her and so he did, he kept shivering and pushing and he was pretty sure he was whining as that blissful ache settled deep, a primal satisfaction that stretched her, stretched his sense of time, and she said something that he couldn't hear through flattened ears filled with the roaring rush of his rapid heartbeat. She squirmed, and he nearly surfaced, nearly clawed enough consciousness back to see if he needed to stop or move or if she needed help.

Then, a wordless but far more clear moan, and she tightened and quivered around his knot once again.

He wasn't sure if he'd blacked out or if time just lost all meaning. He barely remembered to breathe, if only to remain aware enough to keep enjoying the intimate ecstasy. Tying another canid would be its own form of bliss: it just felt natural, biology perfectly matched, a shared joining and peak either carried over from the original evolution or expertly replicated in genetics.

With Miri, there was that sense of resistance, of a passage not built to accommodate a fist-sized bulge. Even partners that practiced could only keep him in for a few minutes before one or both of their bodies felt discordant enough to stop. He'd slip out, or his knot would go down, and that was that. Miri might have done the same, except that delphine biology let her clench around his narrow base to keep him inside, let her roll rippling squeezes along his length to keep him hard. She kept the tie going by semi-conscious control. And his body, well, he would squirm and grind and the tension behind his balls would spasm and send another little spurt of seed into her hot depths.

Maybe in a few days he'd be used enough to the feeling to want to time how many minutes she could stretch his orgasm. More so when she would huff and arch and quiver around him, either the pressure of his knot or the knowledge of causing his ongoing climax, or both, bringing her to a new peak, time and again.

And again, and again...

At some point he clumsily tapped her. Maybe. Or she had relaxed and gently pushed at his shoulder. Even if sex wasn't over, this particular coupling had run its course. And how. He was going to be sore... probably even before tomorrow. Hopefully Miri had a regeneration stimulator to take the edge off, because he was pretty sure they wouldn't let even a lot of soreness stop them. He had a mind to ask, if his tongue wasn't... not just tied up from the pleasure fading to afterglow, but lolled out from his panting. His knot popped out, likely along with quite a mess, not that he could spare the energy to look down and see.

There were cautionary tales of bodymodders who removed their own refractory periods and other 'sex hacks' in search of greater pleasure. Sure, they tended to find it... along with torn muscles and other injuries from unwisely bypassing the body's natural safeties. Even if he stayed hard, it'd take him half an hour to be really ready again. At least.

He groaned in both pleasure and exertion as he rolled onto his side next to her, keeping one leg hooked over her tail. The touch of her furless gray skin on his cock had him squirm a little. He could see why people wouldn't want to stop. To just exist in pleasure for hours, days...

Too much of a good thing, was the sensible retort.

He shook his head of stray thoughts and cobwebs, and dared to press a kiss to Miri's cheek. She giggled and turned enough to pull him into an embrace.

"Hey," he murmured, once he could.

"I needed that." She stroked a hand up and down his back. "Feels like you did too."

He rested his muzzle under her chin. "Needed, wanted. Loved every second."

"Mmm." It was her turn to shiver as his length shifted on her tail, and her other hand went down to gently hold him. "I could stand for more... maybe after a short rest."

He giggled along with her, and to his pleasant surprise her lips found his. She even slipped him a little tongue. It was nice to not be rushed or urgent, just a warm, intimate embrace shared by...

... what were they? Well, friends with benefits, maybe even lovers.

What did he want them to become?

Would she want the same thing, once he figured that out?

Her lips touched his again. "Deep thoughts?"

He tried not to make it look like he was uncomfortably shifting. "I... yeah."

"Us?"

"And future stuff. I don't think, I don't have a speech or expectations or anything? But..."

She nodded. "But the thought popped up and it's too big to let go." A pause. "I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it, too."

"Good things, for my part. I mean, I'm not sure everything I want, aside from, from seeing more of you?" He licked his lips, took a breath. "If you feel different, it's fine—"

The hand on his back pulled him closer to her, and the one on his cock gave a gentle squeeze before moving to his hip. "I didn't have 'for the last time' in mind when I invited you here, Jax," she murmured, her eyes locking on his. "I... didn't really plan beyond that, but I'd hoped there'd be next times?"

"Same." He nestled a little closer to her, and added, "I know being here has been good for you. Open spaces, you're in your element. I wouldn't dream of asking you to move or anything. I wouldn't mind making the trip again."

"I can't imagine it was comfortable."

"... True. But you're worth it."

Her gaze was deep, searching, even as a hint of a smile crossed her muzzle. "We'll have to talk about what that makes us. What we want... us... to be."

He nodded. "Yeah. I know you're not really the relationship type of person, so I didn't want to presume anything. I'm fine with setting up our own, I guess, boundaries or something?"

"I'm not against any relationships, I'd say—"

"—I didn't mean like—"

"—no, no, I know you didn't," she cut back in, smirking and planting a quick kiss on his lips. "What I mean is, I never saw the draw of being, I don't know, significant other to someone else." She took in a breath. "But... something like that, maybe... you're worth it, too. Worth more than just friends."

He didn't know what to say that wouldn't sound, he didn't know, trite or flimsy. So he just kissed her again. The classics are good for a reason.

A surprising and wonderful amount of tongue, and her hand roaming again, put thoughts of the future on hold. There would be plenty of time to discuss it; he didn't think he'd enjoy the humidity of moving here or to one of the nearby cities, but, maybe there was work in one of the orbitals? Or would be? He liked his current place for daily living, though not enough to stay if something—someone—was worth moving for. Even if you settled on a station, there was still a modularity to one's existence, where even roots could be pulled up and moved if need be.

For the present, it was too much to think about at once. And too much to think about at all when Miri was starting to outright fondle him. So, he slipped a finger into the mess he'd made in her, and pushed thoughts of the future aside.

There was plenty to enjoy in the 'now.'