I parted my lips on a gasp as his tentacle wiggled between us towards my cock.
“Please. Show me what you got. I won’t break.” I gripped the tentacle that was holding my wrists, and pushed myself down enough to feel his hard-on under my ass. I wanted him inside me, his fingers, his cock, his tentacles.
“I know.” Marin wriggled his tentacle into my jeans, popping the top button and freeing my cock. He looked down between us and flicked the hoop ring going through the crown of my dick. “I didn’t know you had a Reverse Prince Albert.”
“Surprise.” I smirked. Pre-cum gathered at the top of my cock, every touch feeding my arousal.
Marin licked his lips and wrapped his tentacle around my dick, but didn’t stroke. My cock was as slick as if it were coated in lubricant, but even with the amount of pre-cum I usually had, this was way more. The appendage pulsed in a sensation that blew my mind. His other tentacle slid between my cheeks and paused.
“Should I stop?” Marin was giving me space to retreat. Normally, I’d appreciate that. But right now, I needed him to bring me to orgasm or I’d lose my mind.
“Fuck, no. And don’t pull back.” My whispered groan was all I could muster.
“Then show me how fast you can come.” Marin repositioned to hold me up with his hands, with one the upper tentacle around my wrist, another around my throat, and the two lower ones diving for me. One slid down the back of my jeans and between my cheeks. I expected him to probe, but a sucker latched onto my hole and pulsed, as if he were kissing me there. The second wrapped around my dick, stroking. The slick sensation coudln’t have been from my pre-cum, but I didn’t have any brain cells left to analyse what Marin was doing to me.
“You’ll make me come.” I moaned, watching the expression on Marin’s face. He was equally focused and aroused, with his lips parted but gaze sharp. I seared that moment into my memory, knowing I had new material for a sculpture.
“Shhh. That’s the point.” He kissed me gently, in contrast to how his suckers were pulsing with intensity, sucking tiny bruises on my body. Then he searched my face and tightened the tentacle around my neck. “This okay?”
“Harder. Everywhere.” I wheezed and let my eyes flutter closed.
“Look at me.” The command in his low voice snapped me to attention.
The suction on my ass intensified, along with the pressure on my perineum and the pulsing around my cock. My body was at Marin’s mercy and no amount of my arching from the intense pleasure would make him let go of me. Heat travelled from my abdomen and back and through my body as I was inching towards my release.
Marin knew this. He somehow read it in my expression, my movements, or tiny whimpers.
“Now,” he said, tightening the tentacle around my neck.
I exploded into tiny little pieces, straining and wriggling as I kept coming in Marin’s tight hold, while he loosened his grasp on my neck.
I gasped in a lungful of air, looked at his beautiful face, and released another load. I arched in his hold, wailing incoherent syllables that may have been Marin’s name.
When I was finally done, my body was boneless. I was a puddle of goo with no thoughts in my head except for Marin ruining my future sex life. Because no one would beat what he’d just done to me.
Marin was licking his lips, his gills moving, taking in oxygen. He was gorgeous with a blue flush on his cheeks and his hair dishevelled by my fingers
Thank you. Why did you wait so long? How did you know what I liked?
Words popped in my head along with a myriad of questions, but I managed only one sentence.
“You didn’t come.”
Marin set me on my feet, but scooped me back up when my legs wobbled.
“Watching you unravel was more satisfying than an orgasm.” He carried me to the middle of the floor, snagged a blanket from a chair, and wrapped me in it as he sat down holding me.
My head lolled on his shoulder, but I was regaining awareness of what had happened.
“Wow. I should set your furniture on fire more often.” I splayed my hand on his chest, the thin sleeveless shirt showing the contours of his pecs. His hearts beat strong and steady.
Marin smirked. “You would.” His face fell and he caught my hand in his. “I acted on impulse. I’m sorry.”
“What the fuck are you on about? “ I shuffled on his lap to face him. “You just gave me the orgasm of my life.” I cupped his cheeks. “I loved it. Every single second.” Pointing down, I expected a patch of wetness on my jeans or boxers, but there was none. I pulled on the waistband. “My cock was slick and I definitely came. Where is it?”
Marin was glancing into my boxers too. He sure liked my piercing. “My tentacles produce natural lubricant when needed and the suckers can absorb it back, or any other liquid. The slime is also a disinfectant and I can’t transmit STIs. But neither should you, right?”
“Yeah. I can’t catch most of the human diseases either.” When a mixed species child was born, the doctors would perform standard infant testing as well as checking immunity to diseases. The practice was only two decades old, as before that many people were opposed to revealing their cryptid status if they could hide it.
