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[Doesn't the naked part make it explicit? Even if he does spend a good amount of his time naked. But the little 'joke' there kind of makes her grimace. She doesn't ... Want to think about him eating humans. It makes sense and she knows he isn't human, it's not right to ignore that he's very obviously a kraken, but it's so ... Well, it's hard for to voice the right way.

Basically it's good that they move on pretty easily.]

'Devil's in the details' as my grandmother always said.

[But the true fifth detail makes her laugh.] That's never a bad thing.

Will do.

[He won't need to, though. He first settles into his tank like normal, but when Nariko checks on him again--whether that is when she goes to bed herself or just poking her head in to check on him for the sake of checking on him, he's gone.

Kind of.

There's what looks to be a big pile of the rocks that he uses as bedding crowded into the corner of his tank--but on closer inspection, it's actually him, contorted into a shape with his tentacles and his skin colored and textured to match. Only knowing that pile wasn't there before is what gives him away--it's perfect camouflage.

And the fish don't seem to notice one way or the other.]

[Only if you're a PERV!

Don't feel to unsettled, Nariko. He's had to answer enough awkwardly-worded questions about it that he's pretty desensitized.]

I don't keep any devils anywhere.

[Ah. How about some steamed edamame? Aww yeah.]

Ahh, come on...I screw your brains out and then you get all huffy about slow and leisurely?

[He's not upset with her; he says it with a smile in his voice.]

You're still cramping pretty hard, so I don't want to risk a bad spasm by timing orgasms too close together.

Of course. I've always wanted to do this to someone...but never met anyone strong enough to withstand it all--until I found you.

[He chuckles.]

Or...more accurately...you found me.

[He draws gentle, idle shapes on her rounded belly.]

You're handling this so well. How does it feel...?

[Hardheaded!! What about this is hardheaded!! He just wants to eat out his new fiancée! Nothing more, nothing less. And there's no favor to return. Why? Because she came to his aid when he needed it.

Something to think about while his huge tongue dances between her lips, working its way lick by lick deeper inside her to fuck her with it. Hell, even his tongue is fatter than any human penis...]

[Nariko is an intelligent woman. She went to school for a good amount of her life and made good grades, aside from a stint in high school that was complicated at best. She was perceptive and particularly good at strategizing, should the skill be needed. But when she walked in to make sure Boxer was sleeping alright it terrified the shit out of her that she couldn't see him in his tank.

And the worst part of it is that she's seen this tank multiple times. You'd think she would know every ridge and detail to it. But All she can really make out are rocks and his fish and just ... No Boxer. Where the fuck was he? But it's like he could have gone past her, or left at some point, she'd been awake the whole time!

So, to be honest, it made complete sense in that moment to get up there and in check herself. Maybe he was just laid out in some way she couldn't see from the outside. That made sense, right?

And that's how Nariko ended up in her bra, panties, and her stockings, feeling around Boxer's tank and unintentionally poking at some part of his body.]

[Has he met her yet? Her name is Nariko and she fucked a kraken on a beach and then went home with him. She's not only a perv, but one with low impulse control.]

Everyone's got some of those.

[She waves a hand, though:] You make it look so easy ... [Her cupboards haven't seen real food since Christian moved out. He did all the cooking and basically enabled her lack of skill in that department.]

You think of everything, don't you?

[And she's not being arrogant, if anything Nariko is utterly grateful that there's a genuine explanation.]

I'm lucky to have such a considerate boyfriend.

[.... Is that the first time she's called him that? Maybe. Possibly.]

Stumbled right onto the beach and everything.

[Man, in hindsight it's such a meet cute, isn't it.]

Believe me, I feel like I'm just managing. [Because it's just ... A lot. It's a weighty kind of sensation, and it's difficult to describe without sounding completely unsexy to her own ears, though she hasn't quite regained her breathe, and there's the occasional little moan that interrupts any other word, so. Mileage may vary.] But I like it, that way, it feels like I could pop any minute, [If he wasn't keeping her essentially plugged.] I just want more, it should feel unbearable.

[And that'll be the point where she might actually need to stop. But for now she just wants to keep pushing it, rounding out until she's found her true limit.]

[That's not something to reward in the first place! If he needs her it's only right that she do whatever she can to help. That's what you do when you love someone! But this isn't exactly negative reinforcement or anything. Nope, it's definitely positive in every single iteration of the word, unfairly so.]

Oh my god.

[Really the farther in he gets the more difficult it becomes to remain as still as she needs to be.] I swear to god you could get away with highway robbery with a tongue like this, fuck.

[ ... She thinks he can't hear her, so she feels free to babble.]

[The water is displaced a little when she gets in, which is stimulating enough to his sleeping form to cause a single tentacle to unravel, reach out, and gingerly wrap itself around her ankle to investigate what it is, be it threat or food. And despite the gentle suckering at her skin, his skin still remains colored and textured to match the bedding rocks. Even then, it doesn't give him away; at this point, the most tell-tale sign that it's him is the sensation of his suckers against Nariko's skin.

And he's still out cold.]

[True...Still, he gives her a little knowing smirk at her response. Sure, everyone's got skeletons in their closet--just not literally. Sorry, it's a terrible joke.

And--if the mood was suited--he'd remark that she makes taking on the girth of five dicks worth of tentacles look easy, but instead, he just shrugs.]

Only learned how to cook because I'm a control freak.

[Not really, but...]

Got tired of seeing people take perfectly good fish and drowning them in batter to fry them up. It's all texture, no flavor...

I thought explaining it would make it less sexy.

[Apparently he was wrong though!]

And I'm lucky to have a girlfriend that isn't deterred by my weird sex therapy.

[It's official-official now? Yesss. He should make some chocolate treats for the both of them...]

As long as you like how it feels.

[It's inspiring to keep going, to know that she's that confident in it. The only unfortunate thing is that he can't quite fuck her like this, at least in a way that wouldn't risk something of either of them. What this means? Time to stretch her a little more. His facade breaks a little when he rubs more lubrication onto his dick--the reality is that most of his penis is being heavily stimulated right now when he's used to only part of it getting attention at any point. As he pushes another inch into her, he breaks out into a whining whimper as he orgasms well before he was expecting to, expanding her belly to the second stage.]

A-a-ah, jeez...!

[Like he said before. Most pleasure he's ever felt.]

[What in the ...

She still doesn't get it for an extra second until she follows the trail of that one tentacle and then her perspective shifts a bit and that's, okay. That's Boxer. Somehow. Why does he look like a rock. She reaches down to pet the tentacle soothingly and then swims a little closer, trying to edge to one side because, well, she already knows what happens if she accidentally surprises him.

That's exactly why Nariko's very careful about poking his ... Well, she hopes that's his shoulder, or maybe some part of his arm? But she tries squeezing a little. Is he okay or is the color changing thing a bad sign???]

[Just like oral isn't something that needs a reward either! Damn, Nariko, just let him eat you out like the boyfriend he is.

He--he laughs, honestly, a bit distracted from the task at hand by her retort. Though it's not really a laugh, he basically ends up sending blasts of water against her sensitive flesh while still fucking her with his tongue.]

The only thing you could say that wouldn't be sexy is 'unpaid leave' or something. And that's only because I don't like taking days off.

[So no one, not even her newly minted boyfriend, could make it sound like a good thing, let alone a sexy one. But, yeah, official-official feels right, and if anything they should celebrate it equally!]

If it works, it works, though! I just hope you'll be every month from now on.

A control freak, or incredibly respectful of food?

[But that would be a terrible joke and his verbal self control is incredibly handy. She leans down a bit to kiss his cheek before she takes the seat nearest to him, because he doesn't want her near anything that's going to be fried. It's just asking for bad luck.]

I'd say don't blame them because not everyone can cook, but we also live right next to an ocean, so. [Ehhh.] It's much harder to get away with flimsy excuses.

[But then she has to accept that it's a pleasurable act that doesn't allow her to maintain control!]

Huh? [Nariko tilts to look at him because, uh, that was a little odd. It doesn't take her very long to figure out.] Did you just laugh?

[Or gasp or something, because otherwise none of that made sense. The water was not sentient, and even if it was it wouldn't share his desire to make her come. At least she doesn't sound angry.]

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I don't like it, I love it.

[She's not always the most eloquent which isn't helping her in this case, maybe, but she really doesn't want him to doubt her level of enjoyment in this. Because hot damn is there a lot of it. So while it's true that he can't go thrusting merrily along that just makes room for the unavoidable. He's probably never had so much of himself stimulated at once because who the hell else would excitedly try to take this much? For once they're made equals.]

Boxer ...

[God, she'd never get tired of seeing him like that, though this was arguably one of the rare times she'd helped cause it without wearing a strap-on or using his own dick 'against' him.]

Has anyone ever taken all of it?

[Considering his biology it's an incredibly stupid question even for Nariko. But why should that stop her from asking, or considering the possibility?]

[The fish thank her for her considerate approach. They don't want to be swimming in that.

With her gentle touch, he slowly comes to wakefulness. Boxer uncurls from his contorted position wrapped in tentacles reminiscent of blooming, as his skin returns to its black, sinfully smooth texture. He sits up, his head and shoulders coming above the water, and he lets out the water from his respiratory system through his nose and mouth--a weird and kind of gross thing to witness, perhaps, but it'd be something Nariko would have seen numerous times already.]

Hey...what's up?

[That really was him. Shit. In any case she has to swim up to the top and wait for him to be done and then:]

You changed colors.

[Which is just a little concerning for her.] Like, all over.

[It was alarming as fuck.]

Even if I told you that if you had to face unpaid leave I'd spend the whole time fucking you?

[He'll try, dag nabbit.]

[Relax, Nariko. He's not going to fry anything. In fact, he's turning the broiler unit on for his oven before he juices a few lemons and pours it over the salmon, then adds a few pads of butter and some salt and pepper before throwing it under the broiler.]

It's easy to make in big numbers and hard to mess up, but I don't go out and pay premium for the cook if he's selling easy.

[With everything underway, he rolls to the seat she's taken.]

You want to know who handles seafood the best, though? Restaurant-speaking, anyway.

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