“Do you want to…do it, now?”
I open my eyes and look up at her and nod, my heart beating hard and fast. For as good as this frotting feels, I know her entering me will be something else entirely. “Y…yeah, we just…I don’t have lube…”
Xyzo shakes her head. “No worries there…” she lifts a particularly thick tentacle aloft, and I can see it’s covered in glistening goo. “I sort of self-lubricate.”
“Fuck…” I collapse onto the bed again. It feels like literally every dream I’ve had about sex is coming true, like I’ve literally gone to heaven, because how else could I explain what’s happening to me right now? “Alright, yeah, uh…go ahead…” I say, a dumb smile on my face.
I part my legs as much as I can under the weight of Xyzo’s tentacles, and I feel the lubricated tendril touch the insides of my thighs as she guides it. Despite the rest of Xyzo being sort of cold, this tentacle and the lubrication, whatever it is, are pleasantly warm.
“Do I need to go slowly?”
“K…kinda…” I giggle. “I don’t do anal a lot…”
“You’re more the frotting kind?” Xyzo says, glancing down at my girldick, which she is still expertly pumping.
I nod, but the nodding stops as I feel the tentacle brush my entrance, causing me to tense up in anticipation.
“Nice and gentle…” Xyzo says, her voice soothing and comforting. “Here we go, Lucy…”
It’s been a night of feeling things I’ve never felt before, but this is beyond something my mind can even fully track, I think. I’ve used my fair share of toys, even tentacle dildos, and I’ve had a few partners I’ve been comfortable enough to do anal with, but none of them have felt like this. It’s not even a close comparison.
Xyzo inches the tentacle into me, the pressure slow and steady, her breathing even. There’s no discomfort or pain, just that warm full feeling inside myself that makes things like this so pleasurable.
“Fuck…Xyzo…fuck…” I pant, my body racking with pleasure, squeezing on the tentacle.
“You’re tight…” she says, her face contorting in pleasure as I assume she’s feeling the same thing I’m feeling.
“Th…thanks…” I can barely keep my breath steady, “…go further, fucking please…” I spit out.
Xyzo pushes in a couple more inches, and the tentacle fills me to the brim. It’s so intense, but my body craves more. “You like that, babygirl?”
It’s another pet name that sends me to the fucking stratosphere, and I shudder and buck in response. “Y…yes…mommy…”
I freeze up when I hear the word come out of my mouth. My body convulses around the tentacle, and I have a moment of cold sweat as I wait for Xyzo’s reaction.
“Oh…mommy issues, huh?” Xyzo smirks. “That’s so common for humans, your parents really do a fucking number on a lot of you.” She leans in and kisses me on the chest and moves up to my ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll be your mommy tonight, Lucy…”
And it turns out that with that phrase whispered into my ear, however long I want the night to be, my body has other plans.
“Fuck…I’m…cumming…” I gasp, my body twisting and pushing against the pleasure I’m feeling from all different directions.
“Good girl…cum for me…” Xyzo says, her tentacles still writhe on and in my body, but she pulls the one wrapped around my girldick away, allowing her to see it with the lone stalk wriggling against it.
I do what Xyzo says, as if I had a choice. The pressure of the tentacle inside me makes the orgasm even more intense, and the explosion unfolding inside my body sends a wave of head along every surface, every hair on my body standing up.
“Fuck…fuck…” I say. I can see my chest is red and splotchy as the orgasm hits its peak.
In a previous version of me, I probably would have cum, literally, all over the room, but the effects of HRT make this a lot less showy of a climax. Still, seeing the almost clear, syrupy cum dribble out and onto Xyzo’s tentacle is hot enough to make me cum more than I have in a very, very long time. It’s always a roll of the dice whether I’ll get anything out when I orgasm, but tonight there’s no question.
“Oh, wow…” Xyzo marvels at the cum dripping down the side of her tentacle. “I thought most of you girls were dry when it came to that…”
“Nn—not all the time…” I say through a crooked smile.
As the crest of the orgasm subsides, I relax onto the tentacle that’s still filling me up. What was filling and intense now feels comfortable, making me whole.
“Just…keep it inside me a little longer…” I say.
“Absolutely…” Xyzo says. She pulls her tentacle away from my girldick and holds it up, a drip of cum hanging from it. “But in exchange, you’re going to clean mommy up, ok?”
