Friendship and a mate

Becky eyed the creature warily, trying to make some sense of it, the surroundings, and her situation.

“You have no need to be afraid here. You may look upon it as a sanctuary”, a deep, but rather sonorous, voice spoke.

Becky croaked as she tried to respond, to verbalize one of the many questions bubbling up in her brain, moving a worried hand to her throat when she realized she couldn’t talk. It was sore and there was a bad taste in her mouth, blood mixed with stuff that made her shudder when she recalled his.... ‘thing’, whatever it was, inside her throat.

“You don’t need to talk”, the voice continued, “in order for me to understand you. And that ‘thing’, as you call it is my proboscum, my breathing tube. By no means anything sexual, although that can be arranged if you so wish.” And she swore it (he?) smiled when it said that. "Rather, it saved your life by enabling you to breathe. As did I when I dragged you away from the rock. The lizard folk are on the other side, waiting for one such as you. And in your current state”, he paused to run his eyes over her small naked body, running his tongue over his lips as he appraised her,”you are in no position to defend yourself. One might say that you are easy prey for them”, he smiled,”and their breeding programme”.

Becky contemplated this carefully for a second, realizing that all his words were inside her head, not spoken, as her thoughts were in his.

“Yes”, he continued,”I think you have grasped most of the situation”, answering her unspoken thoughts.

“Breeding programme?”, she questioned, economical with her thoughts now she knew she was being listened in on.

“Yes”, he continued, “the lizard folk came here a while ago. They discovered our ways”, at this he gesticulated with a tentacle at the cave drawings,”they were jealous, tried to drive us out, have nearly succeeded. There are very few of us left. Our opportunities to breed”, he paused, eying her form, “are much fewer”

“We used to live in harmony with you humans. It was mutually beneficial. You welcomed our healing powers, our strength, our mental abilities. We in turn, ahem, welcomed your ability to bear our young.” Again, he sized Becky’s slender frame as she hunched protectively before him, realising one of the shorter tentacles was swelling, throbbing. “ There are few females in our species, coupling with humans increases our numbers. Makes us strong. Makes you strong. It has been several years, though, since we received an offering”. He eyed her, with a look of longing in his one sad eye. The tentacle was now clearly erect, like a human penis but longer. Thicker.

Becky’s thoughts swirled, partly intentional to obfuscate his reading of her. But mainly she couldn’t get the thought of that male organ to the back of her mind, and she so wanted to dismiss that thought.

“But don’t be afraid. My name is Curlaccaccacc. I want to help you, not breed with you. Unless...”, his words trailed off as tentacles twirled out slowly towards her.

Becky flinched, afraid, but the voice in her head persisted,”do not be afraid, little one”, as the tentacles reached her and swirled up her legs and around her body. One cupped her tiny breast and oozed some substance that stung her, but then tingled and soothed the abrasions there. Becky watched in silence as the wounds visibly healed and disappeared before her very eyes. The tentacles continued to explore and soothe and Becky relaxed into the cradle his many tentacles provided for her as he soothed her wounds, arching her back and sighing. There was a side effect of the soothing, she realised, as the tingle turned into a warmth between her legs and she felt a familiar throb, a pulse in her clitoris as her body responded to what was now becoming an all over, oily, body massage.

“See?”, the voice once more inside her head,”we can be good for each other”.

And Becky sighed, losing herself , giving herself up to these delicious sensations as she parted her slender thighs.