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Chapter 11 by tailteller

Does he keep the thoughts away?

Compromise

Deciding to compromise, and hopefully satisfy her curiosities with his intrusive thoughts, he moved her under the water. The dots on her body flashed orange when he did, but when he turned her to face him the color sank back into her skin. He held up the soap, and her tongue reached for it. He pulled back and made a motion of eating it, followed by feigning sick. When he mocked throwing up she seemed to understand. "That's right. This. Not food. Here.", he said moving the bar towards her. She took it and turned it around in her hands, seeming shocked when squeezing it caused it to leap out and hit James in the chest. He bent over and picked it up.

As he stood he looked her body over. He took a deep, shaky breath and lathered up his hands before placing the soap on its miniature pedestal on the wall. "Okay I...I'm only doing this to show you alright?", he managed to say. He reached forward, and she took a small step back. Once his hands were on her shoulders, he started to gently rub in circles. He noticed plenty of scales coming off as he did, and she smiled. She grabbed the bar as well, mimicking his motions and repeating them on his arms. He slowly circled his way around to her back, using that as an excuse to press her breasts against himself. He noticed dots of lavender around her body when he did. She copied his movements, rubbing soap onto his back gently.

Together, they moved further down each other's bodies. He found himself growing hard against his will. She certainly felt it, because she backed up when the head of his cock tapped her leg. The lavender color grew bright, and she stared at him. Her face flushed with the same purple color, and she placed her hands on his belly. He began to stammer an apology, one that was halted when she gently wrapped her hands around his member and balls. She explored the shape of them, eyeing him carefully as she knelt down to examine his crotch. She gently tugged and stroked him, moving her head around and underneath. Eventually, her tongue darted out and licked at the underside of his dick, bringing a moan to his lips.

His hips bucked forward, and she seemed to understand. Her stroking grew faster, and she played with how her hands were positioned. She looked up at him shyly again, and tapped her tongue across the head of his cock. That finished it. His hands pressed against the wall behind himself, and his eyes squeezed shut as he tensed in his orgasm. Her hand had stopped moving when he came, and a small sharp sound echoed in the bathroom. When he opened his eyes, he saw her smooth blue face and purple tipped breasts streaked with his cum. His breath was heavy, and he felt his heart sink for a moment. When she smiled, and glowed even brighter, he managed to relax.

Finish cleaning up, or try to return the favor?

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