We left our stuff on the sand and stood close enough to the water for it to graze our toes.
“I love the hum of the ocean.” Ner dug his feet into the mud. “But the quiet under the surface is even more calming.”
“I have a confession to make,” I said, looping my arm through his. “It’s not as bad as the last one.”
“Oh, this should be good.” He pulled me closer, and I ran my fingers over his tentacle resting on my waist. “The night we met, I left the restaurant and came here to think. I sat further down for over an hour, writing lyrics for the first time in a while and…” Fuck. Would he think I was a creep?
“Holy shit.” Ner chuckled. “Did you see me swim?” His blush was tinged blue, bringing out the teal hue in his skin, and I wished I could see it better in the near darkness.
“I saw your full moon, but not much else. I couldn’t turn my gaze away if I tried, because fuck if that wasn’t the most magnificent sight I’ve ever seen.” The tentacle holding my waist contracted and expanded under my fingertips and the ocean hummed before us just like it had that day, its depths vast and dangerous. At least for me.
Ner rested his head on my shoulder, his hair tickling my cheek. “I had to dive deep that night to calm the chaos in my brain. Because all I could think about was you. They way you looked at me without judgment but with a hint of fascination; how the topic of music sucked me into a conversation with you; and how my tentacles reacted to your presence.”
“Really?”Well that was news.
“Yeah. That night I dreamed of you.” He looked ahead as he released a breath. “In it, I shifted fully, wrapped my tentacles around you, and pulled you into the ocean. You—” he cleared his throat. “You really enjoyed it.”
I had the same dream. Fuck.
Those dreams had started weeks before I’d met Ner, but only after we’d spoken for the first time did they show who was pleasuring me. It had always been him.
“I envy dream me—his adventures sound fun.” I danced my fingers over his tentacle and it snapped to wrap around my forearm.
“Are you serious?” Ner’s gaze was intense when he turned to me, his skin gleaming in the moonlight.
“Like a heart attack.”
Ner snorted a laugh. “And you’d let me do what exactly?”
“Do you want me to spell it out?” My imagination reeled with possibilities, but stopped when faced with the reality that even though I’d had lovers that hadn’t presented as human, none of them had appendages like Ner.
“I’m sorry but yes, I do. I have a bad history of people wanting a tentacle fantasy but who freaked out when I touched them or put too much pressure. These—” he waved his upper tentacles “—are like snakes, they can tighten around your limbs, your neck.” His gaze grew dark. “I’m always careful, but I need you to be very clear with me before you let me touch you.”
A quick fuck after a concert or an orgy at a party had never warranted such an in-depth discussion of who wanted what, just a simple exchange of safewords. I took a minute to ponder it.
“I want to feel you everywhere.” Was I blushing?
“Be specific.” Ner’s eyes crinkled at the corners and a traitorous dimple graced his cheek. He knew what he was doing to me with that smile.
Heat coiled in my abdomen and I closed my eyes, unwilling to look at him when asking for something I’d never had before. “Overpower me. Hold me by the arms, legs, my neck…” I swallowed as goosebumps broke on my skin from the very idea of Ner touching me that way. “Fill me with your fingers, tentacles…” His hold on my arm tightened and his breath tickled my cheek. Exhaling on a shudder, I snapped my eyes open and saw an expression full of lust directed at me. I had to ask him. “Whatever the rest of your body looks like, I just want you.”
Ner stifled a grin before he let it spread on his face. “So you don’t care that I don’t have a cock? Well, not really.”
I’d been with people of different genders, shapes, and sizes, so... “No. But what does that mean?”
Without preamble, he shimmied from his loose pants and kicked them to the side. My gaze landed on his groin. Two tentacles sprouted from between his thighs and wound around his leanly muscled legs.
“You need to know what you’re getting into,” he said. “These are as close to a cock as tentacles get. They’re more sensitive, especially at the tips and, well, they spurt cum.”
I was staring. Of course I was. But I forced myself to look up. “Both of them?”
“Yeah.”
The one nearest me unwound itself from Ner’s leg and floated in the air. The tip looked like a cockhead with a crown and a slit, the rest was smooth and without suckers in a darker shade of teal than the rest of Ner. I reached for it but it flinched away, curling on itself.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s OK. I’m just… Fuck, Rick.” He cupped my cheek with his palm, the warmth of his touch seeping into me. “I dreamed of touching you like this for so long, I need to be sure you want me too so I don’t get my hopes up.”
