Qylar didn’t make a habit of releasing eggs unless it was into his own hand when he grew too full of them. At first, they were as small as his pinkie nail but swelled to near the size of chicken eggs within minutes. Something that large should’ve been easily seen. There were no eggs to be found.
After washing his hands, he crept back into bed. He searched the bedding, wondering if they’d already slid out of Kenji and rolled around, but still saw no signs.
Maybe Ididn’trelease any.
He was sure he had. While they were small before release, they were big enough to feel and he’d definitely sensed a couple eject with his cum. Giving up for the moment, he slid back in beside Kenji and cuddled close. Kenji instinctively curled into him and for some reason, that almost did more for him than the sex had.
A couple of hours later, he searched again. Feeling around Kenji’s abdomen, he found nothing. He searched the bed and there were no signs of eggs. The second he slid two fingers inside Kenji’s hole, he heard a sleepy purr.
“Time for round two?”
Qylar smiled, switching gears. “Yeah, baby… are you for me?”
“Yeah, Daddy…”
Qylar’s breath caught.Daddy.
While he knew it had a different connotation in Kenji’s mind, the word struck hard. He slid down under the covers and moved between Kenji’s thighs, almost wishing the eggs had taken when he knew it was impossible. He pressed his fingers deeper into Kenji, searching while simultaneously getting the human hotter.
“Fuck,Qylar,” Kenji mumbled, his head thrown back with desire. “Oh yeah… right there… oh fuck.Don’t stop!”
Kenji was so responsive, writhing and moaning with every touch. It wasn’t faked or played up for him. It was pure need and utter enjoyment laid bare. Qylar lay there, coaxing another orgasm from Kenji while watching the play of emotions come over the man’s face, the lost eggs an afterthought.
Kenji’s lust was beautiful.
He’d been with a lot of men in his lifetime, and he’d never enjoyed watching another’s pleasure with such excitement. Qylar sensed he could lie there for hours with Kenji whimpering and mewling. But his theory was soon disproven. His cock grew achingly hard, and he longed to join Kenji in the race toward release.
Qylar rose above Kenji and positioned himself. He didn’t bother with a condom. He was going on something of a hunt and needed it off. As soon as he slid deep inside the man, he expanded his cock into three tentacles and stretched deeper, searching for the eggs.
“Oh, shit… Qylar…what are you doing?”Kenji stiffened under him, back bowed. “Oh god… what is that? If feels… oh my god…oh my god…”
Qylar struggled to hold onto his control. His more sensitive tentacles rarely got a chance to play inside someone while on Earth. Seeing Kenji’s fiery reaction to his other self only made it twice as intense. There would be only so long he could hang on shifted like that.
“Qylar… What…?”
Kenji was lost to the pleasure. His tense expression, uneven panting, and blown pupils nearly sent Qylar over the edge.
“Come for me, baby…”
Kenji’s breathing stopped. His face shifted into a mask bent between pleasure and pain. The second his body jerked with the first spasm of orgasm, Qylar lost the reins. Overstimulated by his freed tentacles, he couldn’t hold back a second. They roared in unison, clutching tight to one another as they came. Qylarsurged deeper into Kenji, the force of his orgasm ripping him apart at the seams.
He was untethered, lost in the abyss. Pleasure unlike any he’d shared left him floating amid sheer ecstasy. Qylar felt drugged, sounds warping in his ears. His heart sped and slowed, his chest quivering over the beating muscle. For a second, he feared his arms and legs had shifted and stretched, but when he lifted a hand, it was whole.
He came crashing back to Earth, dragging in a breath.
In the aftermath of what they’d shared, he shook all over. He rolled them over, Kenji lying on his stomach atop him. His tentacled cock remained deep. He’d been so mindless with desire, he’d forgotten his search. As carefully as he could, he wiggled his tentacles—but there werenoeggs.
Sighing with relief, he melted back onto the bed and reformed his cock into one thick shaft.
No eggs.
No worries.
Just sweet,sweetrelease.
He cradled Kenji against him, overwhelmed by the ferocity of what they’d undergone. Had it simply been his current state of mind and the longing for something permanent—or had Kenji drawn that response from him? Qylar had sensed something special about Kenji calling out to him from the second he’d laid eyes on the guy, so he wouldn’t be shocked by either answer.
Hell, maybe it was both.
