“Are you ready for more?” Ner asked and slapped my ass with both tentacles.
“Yes, ah!” I yelped at the glorious sting and fucked him harder, loving the lewd sounds we were making. My body was on fire, humming with a constant feel of near-orgasm. Whenever I was close, Ner would hold me still for a moment and I’d back away from the edge only to be brought back with renewed intensity.
His other cock pushed into me with more slickness, wiggling inside, stretching me impossibly. I let out a low, animalistic groan as I pushed out, and Ner’s cocks slid out of me with a filthy squelch.
“Again!” I lay panting, buried deep in Ner, kissing him anywhere I could, his neck, collarbone, his shoulder, until I rested my forehead against his.
“Color?” Ner asked. His face was too close to mine for me to see his expression, but his voice told me he was dancing on the edge just like I was.
“Green. I want your cocks in me, but I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
“Good.” Ner slithered one cocktacle into me. “Fuck me.” Then he pushed the other right next to it. “Come inside me, Rick, whenever you’re ready.”
I cried out, tears filling my eyes as he moved his cocks in an alternate motion, one going in, while the other slid out, but never all the way. He brushed against the sweet spot in me and his tentacle pulsed, massaging it rhythmically.
His cocktacles stretched me as his tight channel squeezed my dick. I couldn’t hold off anymore.
I came, mewling into Ner’s neck, shooting my load into him over and over as he milked me. My thrusts became uncoordinated, but Ner was there, gripping my ass and fucking me into him until I collapsed on him, spent.
“You wanted to see my cum. Now lay back.”
Ner’s voice came to me through the haze of my post-orgasm bliss. I nodded, but my noodle-limp body refused to move.
Ner helped me off him, laying me on my back, gazing at me like I was special. His expression was full of lust and something more, so much more I was afraid to analyze it.
He kneeled in front of me. Fuck, he was glorious, towering over me as he stroked his cocks with his upper tentacles and hands in unison. The slick sound he created mixed with tiny popping as his suckers glided over the smooth cocktacles.
I was post orgasm-tired with my cock laying spent on my thigh, but my brain was alert to what was going on, my gaze focused on every minute motion of Ner’s magnificent body.
I linked my hands behind my head and opened my mouth, waiting.
Ner threw his head back and shot cum out of one cocktacle, then the other. Rivulets of white landed on my thighs, my cock, my abs and my chest as he kept coming, painting me all over.
I licked my lips, locking my gaze with his and Ner sent more cum to hit my neck, chin, and my tongue.
I swallowed the salty sweetness and smeared the rest all over my body, as if I could absorb it and smell of him. Like a primitive animal, I wished I could keep his scent on me forever, have everyone know I was his and he was mine.
Finally, Ner collapsed next to me in a heap of limbs, a stray tentacle smacking me in the ribs.
I snorted and lifted it to my lips to kiss it as I continued playing with his cum on me.
“That’s quite a bucketful,” I said and nudged Ner’s side. “I’m impressed.”
His chuckle sounded like I felt: tired and sated. “I have two prostate glands, so it’s double the cum.”
“I missed my opportunity to play with them.” I pouted, licking his cum off my hand.
“They’re further inside me than yours is, so you wouldn’t reach them with your fingers or penis, no human would.”
“How about my hand? If I—” I stopped myself before I said too much.
“Yeah, that would be nice.” Ner grinned and kissed my cheek “But first, we need to clean up. You have a big bathtub and we can stay in there for the whole refractory period.”
And that’s how he had me convinced to move.
Chapter Sixteen
Rick
