“What the fuck are you talking about? I’ve been jerking off to the thought of you for weeks.”
“Whoa. OK.” He lifted his two upper tentacles up in surrender. “But that’s different.”
“I’ll yellredwhen you do something I don’t want. OK?”
“It’s not your first rodeo, huh?” Ner shimmied one top tentacle under my shirt, grazing my abs. “Monsters or BDSM?”
“Both. And you’re not monsters.” It was not the time to delve into stories of afterparties with every kind of drug available, where debauchery was the language everyone spoke. The only language. I’d loved it all from the start but the anonymity had blended all my sexual encounters into one and ceased being fun. My main fix was the feel of many hands on me at once.
“Reclaiming it feels nice. Exciting. Being of preternatural origin or evenPreternaturalsis such a mouthful.” He sniffed my neck, inhaling as if I were a flower, or a line of coke he was desperate for.
“And trust me, I want you. Tentacles or not, just fucking touch me.”
“Mmm, my monster fucker.” Ner’s tentacle flicked my nipple, while the other one popped the button on my jeans to disappear inside.
Ner’s cock tentacles wove themselves around my waist, bringing an electrical current with the touch, zapping me. I gasped and watched Ner’s eyes blow wide.
“What was that?” I asked, the core of my being pulsating with lust.
He kissed me, quick and desperate before he rumbled against my lips: “Tell me how I can touch you.”
“Every inch of my body is yours. Every hole. Ah!” I gasped when he pressed on the slit in my cock, teasing my Prince Albert bead ring.
“Really?” His hooded eyes glowed teal, his pupils huge as if I was his drug. He wiggled another tentacle in between my buttocks as his sharp gaze focused on me with such intensity I might have already been naked.
“Yes. Fuck, Ner. You tease.” I arched into his touch.
A low chuckle escaped him as his tentacles slid my pants to my ankles. I stepped out of them and tossed my t-shirt aside. Ner fingered the shark tooth on a string around my neck with a delicate touch. Did he recognize it from my concerts?
The serpentine squeeze along my shaft wrenched a lewd moan out of me that Ner captured with his mouth on mine. I melted into his slithery embrace as my feet floated off the ground when he lifted me with stunning effortlessness. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my hard-on gliding against his abs. He was much slimmer than me but, apparently, his looks had nothing to do with his strength.
The shimmer of air I’d seen during Ner’s shift before was now surrounding us both with a warmth unlike one I’d ever felt before. Different from the sun’s rays, or any artificial heating. It was insanely magical and intimate, creating an aura around us.
This time, a squelch accompanied the transformation as Ner became taller, his legs turning into thick tentacles that carried us into the ocean. His face, so close to mine, bore an expression that was a mix of pain and pleasure that might as well be what his O face looked like.
Hopefully, I’d soon get a chance to compare.
Chapter Eight
Rick
Iwrappedmyhandsaround Ner’s neck and he drifted us into the ocean.
“It’s cold,” I gasped, shivering from the water that covered me to my chest, but Ner pulled me closer to his warm body. We were so far from the shore, no one would see us, and only Ner’s superior floating skills were keeping me from going under.
I should panic. Swimming well was one thing, but waves could suck me into the depths faster than I could flap my hands.
And yet an invisible veil of trust wafted over me.
“Lube?” I asked. Because clearly, I was more worried about chafing than drowning.
“My slime is like saliva. I can produce it when prompted. It’s much slicker too.” Ner smirked. “The natural lubricant is also a disinfectant and I can’t transmit STIs. I won’t get you pregnant unless I use my lower tentacles. I don’t know if you can, but I don’t want to assume.”
“I can’t get pregnant.” I spread my arms, letting him hold me. “Nothing special here.”
“You’re special to me.” Ner nuzzled my neck, and I went pliant in his embrace as waves rocked us.
I nibbled along his jaw and paused by the opening where his gills were. “Are they sensitive?”
