Thalassa's powerful body remained locked in that exquisite tension beside me, her athletic frame shuddering as the storm of reluctant pleasure continued to build under the relentless guidance of her own wave-arms and the thick, coiling tentacle tail. The suckers along its length pulsed with cool, wet pressure against the sensitive gill-frills of her inner thighs, each rhythmic latch and release drawing strained gasps from her lips.
Mist sprayed erratically from her wild seafoam-green mane, carrying the sharp bite of ozone and heated salt that mingled with the deeper brine of Nerissa's lingering oceanic musk and the sweet tidal essence still coating my fingers from Aurelia. The water-floor beneath the sofa rippled violently in response to her thrashing tail, small waves lapping at our feet like eager spectators to the unfolding drama.
