I wanted the world. And Nereus was it.
I was about to say something heartfelt and stupid, but Ner kissed me softly and reached behind me with his cocktacle. I gasped when he slicked my rim, teasing in a promising glide between my cheeks.
He threw his head back, and I kissed his long neck as he rode me slowly like we had all the time in the world.
“You’re so fucking hot, Ner.” My words were a growl as I watched the magical dance of Christmas lights on his teal skin.
I could write a song about him every day for years and I still wouldn’t run out of ways he amazed me with each moment we spent together.
“And you’re my ultimate fantasy,” Ner said, and lifted himself off my cock, leaving me whimpering at the loss.
With one tug on the tinsel binding my wrists, Ner released me and laid back on the floor. He parted his legs and his normally expressive tentacles fluttered to the rug next to him.
His gaze met mine, and I frowned at the hesitation I found there.
“I want you to have me the way no one has even had me before.”
I had no idea what he meant, but I was on board. “Yes, please. Anything you wish.”
He looked at me with a small frown, as if he was judging the sincerity of my statement, then nodded once.
When a static hum filled the room, I squeezed my eyes shut as they stung from the change in the air. A low boom followed by a warm blast of air hit me, almost knocking me over.
I opened my eyes to see Ner still on his back but with another set of tentacles instead of legs.
A low, animalistic noise left me, and fuck if the view before me wasn’t spank bank material for years to come.
His leg tentacles were thicker, with suckers on the underside, looking powerful enough to propel him through the water, or crush me like a bug.
Ner lifted them, took me by the shoulders and positioned me above him like I weighed nothing. I followed his prompts, loving the way he took charge.
“I want to feel you inside me. Fuck me, Rick. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
Because you are, and I don’t want to let you go. I couldn’t say it, so I braced my elbows on the floor on both sides of him and leaned in for a soft kiss. “With pleasure,” I said instead.
I pressed on a sucker nearest me and gathered the translucent lubricant that oozed out of it. Reaching between us, I found Ner’s rim and traced it gently, the delicate skin supple under my touch. I slipped my finger into the first knuckle and looked at Ner.
His eyes glowed, and he thrust his hips, impaling himself on my finger. “Come on, I need your cock in me.”
I kissed him to stall a moment longer as I slid a second digit, and twisted, stretching him.
The soft moan that left Ner was the most exquisite music. Hopefully, he would sing his pleasure before the night was over.
I was about to reach for my cock to position myself, but Ner pinned my wrists to the ground with his upper tentacles. With his lower ones, he held me by the hips and steered my movements. He lifted his hips up enough to level his hole with my dick and guided me to sink in to the hilt.
I cried out into Ner’s neck and took deep breaths to hold onto my orgasm as the tight squeeze on my cock threatened to undo me. I was ready. The suckers on my ass held so hard, when he pulled, my dick nearly slipped out of Ner. Then he slammed me back in, controlling my movements. I was just there for the ride.
“You’re fucking yourself but using me for it,” I growled, licking along Ner’s jaw.
“Do you mind?” He panted, his lips releasing tiny groans.
“Just the opposite.”
I buried my face in the crook of his neck and snapped my hips into him, guided by his touch. Ner reached his cocktacle around me and the blunt tip slicked my pucker before gliding in. He thrust shallowly, teasing my rim until I was a mess, sloppily kissing his jaw.
“More. Please,” I moaned and relaxed to let Ner’s cock inside me.
With each of his thrusts into me, I pushed into him, my balls slapping his ass, his long, sleek tentacle pulsing inside me, deeper and deeper.
