“You like my pre-cum.”
I nodded, wrapping my hand around the mating tentacle to stroke it. At my touch, it became slicker, oozing lubricant from its pores, allowing me the movement. It explained how the other one fit into me with such ease and no pain.
Ner moaned, thrusting into my mouth. “Do you want me to fill you with my cum?”
My eyes watered when his cock hit the back of my throat and I nodded, needing everything he wanted to give me. It might be much more than I could imagine, but I was determined to find out.
My dick twitched as a floaty sensation washed over me, I sucked harder, moaning like the needy bottom I was. To think I hadn’t bottomed for anyone before this… But Ner was different in every magnificent way, filling me, stroking me, and holding me tight. Fuck, I was so close. Ner’s grip on the base of my cock tightened, and he pulled on my sac.
“Not yet. I’ll tell you when to come.” He kissed my cheek, still thrusting into my mouth. “I want you dripping with my cum when you do.”
I whined, arching as the tentacle in my ass moved in and out.
“You feel so good, Rick. My own needy monster fucker.” Ner groaned, said something unintelligible, then threw his head back.
Cum flooded my mouth, and I did my best to swallow it all, but the excess spilled out and down my chin. Ner’s eyes glowed when his gaze landed on my face, and he pulled out, the tentacle cock still dripping cum. I swallowed whatever was left, loving the sweet and salty taste.
The tentacle in my ass twitched, and I imagined it filling me with thick spurts too. Ner’s hold on my balls eased and moved to pulsating strokes along the length of my cock, flicking the ring in the head of it.
“Come for me, Rick.” Ner’s command snapped something in me and I let go of the orgasm I’d been holding onto. My body strained in his embrace as fiery pleasure washed over me like ocean waves. I clenched over the thickness inside me as it slithered out, and the moment the head popped out of me, I trembled from the intense climax. Was I coming again? Coming still?
My gaze locked with Ner’s, but only gibberish moans left me.
“Breathe my air,” Ner said and kissed my cum-covered lips.
Flicking his tongue over mine, he tightened his grip on me, then dunked us under. Cold water enveloped my head, and I held onto my lover like the lifeline he was. His tentacle massaged my hole on the outside and I let his cum out, groaning into his mouth.
I was helpless in his arms and the breath I was holding was running out.
Panic took over, and I wiggled like a fish on land until Ner pushed a breath into my lungs. I took it in and relaxed.
Ner pulled us to the surface and cupped my cheeks. “I’m sorry, was that too much?”
“No. It was new, and I didn’t know what to do. Now I will.” I nuzzled the inside of his palm. “I want more.”
“Take my air this time.”
I nodded and kissed him right as we went under again. He held me and shared his breath as his four lower tentacles propelled us to move fast through the ocean until we drifted into shallow waters.
I was vaguely aware of Ner’s shift while the chill of the outside air attacked my wet face. I was an overcooked noodle in Ner’s arms as he carried me out of the water and through the beach to our stuff.
His body was miraculously warm, and I buried my shivering self into him.
“No one ever carried me as an adult.” A teeth-chattering giggle escaped me.
“I’m stronger than I look.” He placed me on the sand and I wobbled like a newborn fawn.
“I can tell.” I threw on my clothes and watched as Ner shook excess water off his tentacles then got dressed too.
He slung my guitar bag over his shoulder and pushed the wet locks off my face.
“Can I stay with you tonight? My place or yours, I don’t care.” His gaze was full of uncertainty—a complete contrast to how he behaved in the ocean. “I want to make sure you’re okay. That was quite intense.”
“It was.” I took his tentacle and wrapped it around my waist as we walked through the sand. “In the best of ways.” I grinned and reached for his hand. “But I think you were holding back on me. So I need to check what you can do when I can see you, and if my bed can fit all your tentacles, even after you shift. If you’re game, that is.”
Ner’s joyous laughter filled my chest with warmth. “Your place it is.”
When we reached the sidewalk, we stopped to put our shoes on and my eyes landed on the outline of his mating tentacles in his pants. “What kind of shorts do you wear to the beach?”
