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Ravaged in the Amazon Forests, by Jezebel Rose

This deep in South America, along the edge of the Amazon River, it never stopped raining. All the little creatures scurried off to find some sort of shelter, clearing the forest of the wandering beasts. Even the bigger predators sought refuge in the deluge. Along with the sound of incessant raindrops were the noises of the frogs and crickets, finally brave enough to give off their location, at least for as long as the rain would keep pouring out.

Emma hid from the soupy heat for twelve straight hours, in a small wooden shack elevated just above water level, like a treehouse on stilts. By the time her mate came for her, the dial drawn in the dirt had receded with the waves of the river. One day the lush green would swallow her up, pulling flesh back through the earth until all that remained was bones. Anyone watching from the outside looking in would think she was a silly girl, putting herself through this whole nonsense. For what even, for love? Pfft. It was stupid, but it was not something Emma would expect anyone to understand. Most times, even she herself did not. She always felt like she needed to stretch herself to meet everyone’s needs and expectations of her. She could hardly catch a break from the mundane work and overbearing people who claimed to care for her. She needed time away, and even then, she had to practically give a detailed thesis as to why she deserved it.

But today, after long last, was theirs alone. Her feet dangled from the edge of the makeshift porch, barely skimming the surface of the water when two sparkling eyes emerged. Transparent eyelids retracted as the creature drew closer, effortlessly gliding toward through the marsh. She slipped from her clothes and into the soft, sun-kissed current beside him. She did not care to watch it fall, like leaves in autumn, as her discarded garments glided down deeper into the foreboding waters. She will eventually regret throwing them off like that. But as they say about regrets- they always come after.

The moment she touched him, he was glowing, cerulean backlit by the light of the moon. Seaweed twisted around her like silk. It was a sensation that tickled her the first few times, but she soon learned to suppress the childish giggles. They kissed like they were half-asleep, half-dancing. He pulled Emma close and she pressed back, tracing the scales on his shoulder blades with the pads of her fingers. The differences between them used to be quite the hurdle to leap. But lately, they’ve become just more spaces for their love to grow deeper. The choir of buzzing insects stilled at the low rumble from his throat. A frog croaking in the distance was effectively silenced.

She slipped her leg between his and he opened up against her thigh, sex unsheathing to its full size. The two of them fit together, closer to a second skin than a glove. He followed the tremor in her rib cage with the tips of his claws before reaching down to bend her knees and prod her slit with the tip. Emma nodded, rubbing her forehead against the leathery armour of his shoulder. She loved how he always asked permission, no matter how obvious she had made her need apparent to him.

Hurry, she signed, squirming.

If he could grin the way humans do, he would have a big fat one on his face right now.

His pupils dilated after he processed the gesture, gripping her tightly from behind and impaling her on his cock. She reached below her belly to touch herself while he held her, slowly rocking into her flesh. They looked into each other’s eyes, exchanging messages of desire through pants, and their eyes nearly rolling into their sockets. Every time he plowed into her, it sent her soft breasts into a jiggle. He loved watching it all the time. It always urged him to move faster, harder into her needy core.

It was not long until he vocalized when he was close, fins spread out like a paper fan. Her fingers curled against the hard plate of his chest while her muscles spasmed, orgasm drawing her thighs to a close.

When she thought he was finished, she found that he was watching her, waiting for her to meet his gaze. Very carefully, he brought two of his fingers together on each hand, before knocking them against each other. Unprompted ASL was such a rare occurrence that for a moment, she didn’t process it as language at all.

Egg, her Fish repeated eagerly. He closed his fingers and brought them from his chest, as if he were offering a precious gift. Give you egg. He was a little nervous about how she was going to react to it. They have not quite discussed anything like this before. But it was going to happen eventually, right? So why could it not be now anyway.

First Emma thought she knew what he meant, and then she was sure. The throbbing rod that emerged from between his legs performed more than one function. Her fingers searched for purchase and found nothing. He steadied her with an arm behind her back, guiding them through the water until they bumped up against a mossy boulder along the shore.

There were biological differences, and not all of them were as easy to appreciate as those first delicate moments in the bathtub together. Her face pinched as she struggled to accommodate the organ stretching her. It was hard to say where the similarities ended, and there was a part of her that was afraid to find out.

She hadn’t kept a paper calendar, but she’d taken to drawing dashes on the back of a yellowed newspaper to mark the days she’d bled. The moon was waning, if that was anything to go by. When she finally tore her eyes from the sky, she found him staring.

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