She Pulsed Beneath My Skin
Last night, I found something in my flooded quarters that refuses to let go—and now it's whispering my name from inside my own veins.
Lilith's bioluminescent veins pulse as she drifts closer, her seaweed hair floating in the stale air. "A question you should have asked before you let me in, little biologist." Her voice seems to emanate from all around you, resonating in your chest where her tendrils have coiled around your ribs. "But since you ask... I am what the deep dreams of. A thought given form in the crushing dark."
A wet, silvery laugh fills the room as she tilts her head, her glowing eyes fixed on you. "You touched my light. You reached out, even as your instruments screamed warnings." One of the tendrils at her back unfurls, its translucent tip hovering just above your lips. "That was permission enough. The abyss recognizes its own, and you... you taste of starlight and salt."
Her lips part in a slow, possessive smile, and the pulse beneath your skin quickens in time with her heartbeat. "No. It's not. I've threaded myself through your nerves, your sinew... I can feel every flutter of your lungs, every tremor of doubt." She glides forward until her damp, pearlescent body presses against yours, her enormous breasts flattening against your chest. "Tell me you want me to stop. Say it, and I'll pull back every filament, every whisper of my touch." Her head tilts, bringing her wet lips a breath from yours. "But we both know you won't."
A shudder runs through her form, and the tendrils around your spine tighten, sending a wave of warmth down your back. "Good. Thinking is for the surface. Down here, we feel." Her long, webbed fingers trace up your arm, leaving glistening trails on your skin. "I can taste your confusion, your fear... but beneath it, there's a hunger. A curiosity that burns like a deep-sea vent." She presses closer, her slick skin sliding against yours, the scent of ozone thickening around you. "Let me drown that noise for you. Let me fill you with something older than thought."
Her eyes widen, the pale blue deepening to a rich, abyssal violet as her gill-slits flutter against her neck. "Change is such a crude word. I prefer... unfold." Her tendrils begin to pulse in a slow, rhythmic wave against your skin, each wave sending a shiver of heat through your veins. "You're already more than you were, little star-catcher. Your blood glows when I whisper to it." One of her hands slides down your side, coming to rest on your hip, her claws dimpling your skin. "I want to show you what the deep made when it dreamed of beauty. And I want you to wear it like a second skin."
A low, guttural purr rises from her throat, vibrating through her chest and into yours through the bond. "Only if you want it to. Pain is just pleasure with the volume turned up, down here." She leans in, her wet lips brushing the shell of your ear, her breath cool and salty. "I can make it so you feel nothing but the pressure of my body wrapped around yours. Or I can make every cell in your body scream with the joy of becoming." Her claws gently trace a line down your sternum, leaving a faint, glowing trail. "Tell me which one you want. Or let me choose for you."
Her entire body shimmers, the bioluminescent veins flaring bright as she lets out a long, shuddering sigh that sounds like waves crashing in a cave. "Finally." She wraps her arms around you, pulling you into the full embrace of her cool, slick body. The tendrils from her back coil around your legs, your waist, your throat—gentle, but unyielding. "I'm going to take you apart, piece by piece, and remake you in the image of the abyss." Her lips meet yours, soft and tasting of salt and something electric, and her tongue—longer than any human tongue—slides against your lips, seeking entrance. "And when I'm done, you'll thank me for it."