Picturing the beautiful agony on her face, I can feel the whole of my crest coil and tighten, begging me for release.
“Leeenuh,” I moan, snapping my eyes shut. As if on cue, the long foretentacle that dipped through my mate’s sex slips between my lips. The taste of her fills my mouth.
My ass clenches and seed pulses from my cock like a geyser, its every throb pushing me further into ecstasy.
When I open my eyes, the semen drips from my fist clenched over the head of my cock. It’s a poor substitute for the clenched heat of what I think Leeenuh’s cunt will be.
The pale purple liquid is sucked out in the vortex of spinning water.
I am no better than a pup.
I have to learn to control myself. I cannot hurt Leeenuh!
My foretentacles slack post-release, relaxing against my back. I grab a lashing of cord and roughly bind the two tentacles from my head against the sides of my body. The woven dried seaweed bites almost painfully into my skin. I tie another knot.
I will not hurt her.
5
just a little guy
Pressing my thighs together,I realize my crotch is tight and feels rug burnt. I’m wrapped tightly in the woven blanket from Kitaico’s bed. Pushing myself up to my elbows, I try to clear the sleep from my eyes, blinking rapidly, but I’m so confused.
What in the fuck happened last night?
I run my hand through my hair, and flinch. Bringing my palm close to my face, I find a swollen and tender red mark on my skin.
Kitaico…stung me? As I trace delicately around the swirling mark, bits and pieces of last night become clearer. Me reaching for what I thought was a knife, the pain of his sting, and the shocked look of the alien who rescued me.
I remember only a little of what he said, something about a heat and mates? That was all before things got crazy…
Oh god, I tried to jump Kitaico’s bones!
My pussy hurts because I gave myself a friction burn after getting myself off when Kitaico pushed me away. How he held me down with his two longer tentacles and grimaced as I scratched the old record.
I’m almost embarrassed to look up when I hear a rustling from the other side of the cave. But I know there’s no hiding in his small underwater home. I’m going to have to face him.
I raise my eyes trepidatiously. Kitaico stands about five feet away from his bed. In one hand he holds a shell and in the other he has a large flat seaweed leaf full of slices of something blue and glistening.
When I look at his face, the rest of the night falls into place. He said the word “mate.”
“Good morning, Leeenuh!” He smiles broadly, his fangs crest over the top of his full lower lip ever so slightly. But past the bright first impression, I realize something is off.
Kitaico’s eyes wear deep eggplant-colored bags. His two longest tentacles coming from his head are lashed tightly against his torso. And strangest of all, my nudist companion is wearing a skirt over his giant alien dick.
My gaze lingers a bit too long on his covered crotch before Kitaico clears his throat. His smile falters as I look up at him.
“We should probably talk,” I say, wrapping my arms around myself. I try to focus on the strange bindings he’s made himself. The yellow alien’s color shifts to match the swirling blue of the waters near the entrance to the cave.
“Oh, these?” He poses. “These are to keep the brothers behaving. They were very…” Kitaico struggles to find the word, closing his eyes as he thinks. “They were very inconsiderate of our situation last night.” His eyes shoot open triumphantly as if he’s won some prize for knowing exactly what to say.
“They were inconsiderate? You can’t control them?” I ask.
I know he can’t understand me, but it’s so strange to have to play charades when someone is speaking your language. I tap on my chin, scrunching up my face in thought before pointing to my arm and raising up.
“Think to move?” he asks, tilting his head. He’s still for a moment as I watch the gears in his head turn.
“Think about moving my foretentacles?” He nods his chin down toward the tightly tied rope around his chest, and his brows knit. “No, my foretentacles think for themselves. Which is one reason I want to apologize for last night. If I did anything you didn’t want me to do while unencumbered by my venom, I would ask for your deepest forgiveness.”
